i4miguel

[i4miguel]

omg i’m so glad i found an acc that’s posting about miguel i feel like no one does anymore😭😭 i was thinking of an one-shot where miguel and f!reader are like enemies but there’s till tension between them? and just pure smut tbh i fucking love your works omg 😋😋

𝗧𝗔𝗣 𝗢𝗨𝗧

warnings: nsfw, miguel fingering reader, pet names. (lmk if there’s anything else to add!)

The dojo was empty. The only sounds were the hum of the AC, the distant rustling of trees outside… and the sharp breaths between you and Miguel.

You were still heated from your last sparring match sweat clinging to your skin, muscles tight, adrenaline pumping. But the fight wasn’t over. At least not yet.

Miguel stood inches from you, his chest still rising and falling hard, his dark eyes locked onto yours with something far more dangerous than anger.

Lust.

“You’re such a pain in the ass,” he muttered, his voice rough.

“You love it,” you shot back, tilting your chin up in challenge.

His lips curled into something predatory. “Yeah?”

Then he grabbed you.

Miguel’s hands were firm, rough from years of fighting, gripping your waist as he yanked you against him. The second his lips crashed onto yours, you gasped, but you didn’t hesitate to kiss him back hard, messy, needy.

He kissed like he fought like he had something to prove.

Your hands fisted in his hoodie, yanking him closer, but it wasn’t enough. You needed more.

Miguel groaned as you tugged at his hair, his grip tightening on your hips before he lifted you, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. His body was hot, solid, pressing into you in all the right ways as he carried you across the dojo.

Your back hit the bench, and before you could say anything, his mouth was on your neck, teeth grazing over sensitive skin.

“You always talk so much,” Miguel murmured against your throat, his breath hot. “Let’s see if I can fix that.”

You gasped as his hands slid under your top, fingers trailing up your stomach before pushing your shirt up completely. His mouth followed, kissing and biting his way down, leaving marks that made your skin burn.

Your head tilted back, nails dragging down his back, earning a low growl from him.

“You like that, hm?” he rasped, voice thick with hunger.

You smirked, trying to stay in control, but Miguel wasn’t having it. He tugged your bra up, his mouth immediately latching onto your skin, tongue flicking, teeth scraping just enough to make you arch into him.

“Fuck, Miguel”

His grip on your waist tightened. “Say that again.”

The way his voice dropped sent a shiver down your spine. He wanted you to beg, to admit how much you wanted him, but you weren’t giving in so easily.

So instead, you reached down, sliding your fingers under the waistband of his shorts, just barely teasing the skin beneath.

Miguel groaned, his hips pressing forward against yours, making it impossible to ignore how hard he was.

“You think you’re in charge?” he murmured against your skin, his hand suddenly gripping your wrist, stopping your teasing. “Nice try.”

Before you could snap back, he had your pants halfway down, his fingers slipping beneath the fabric of your underwear. The second his fingers brushed exactly where you needed them, your whole body jolted.

Miguel chuckled darkly. “That’s what I thought.”

You had no comeback only a sharp gasp as he dragged his fingers against you, slow, teasing, spreading your wetness before pressing just enough to make your thighs tighten around his waist.

“Already so wet for me,” he muttered, his lips brushing against your ear. “Is this what all that attitude was about? You just wanted me to fuck you, right?”

You hated how much his words affected you, how badly you wanted more. But you weren’t about to let him win that easily.

“You talk too much, Diaz,” you whispered breathlessly, arching into his touch.

Miguel smirked. “I’ll shut up when you’re moaning my name.”

Then, without warning, he slid two fingers inside you, curling just right, and fuck your head tipped back against the bench, a moan slipping past your lips before you could stop it.

“That’s it,” Miguel rasped, his pace quickening, his thumb circling exactly where you needed it. “Knew you’d sound pretty when you stopped fighting it.”

Your hands fisted in his hoodie, nails digging into his back as heat coiled in your stomach. You hated that he was right, hated that he knew exactly how to break you down but God, you didn’t care anymore.

Miguel leaned in, lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, “Come on, querida let me have you.”

And when his teeth grazed your neck, his fingers pressing deeper just as his thumb flicked faster, you shattered. your body trembling as a sharp moan escaped your lips. “Miguel, please.” his name falling from them like a confession.

Miguel groaned, watching you come undone beneath him, his fingers slowing as he kissed you again deep, slow, possessive.

“You’re mine” he murmured against your lips, his breath heavy.

Your heart was still racing, body still trembling, but you smirked up at him, eyes dark with challenge.

“We’ll see about that,” you teased, fingers tugging at the waistband of his shorts. “I think it’s my turn now.”

Miguel growled softly, his lips curling into something dangerous.

“Yeah?” he murmured, “I’d like to see.”

And just like that, round two was already starting.

an: i’ve been wanting to write this for a while now So yayyy!! i hope you like it <3 it’s my first time writing a request 😭 feedback is appreciated, thank you for ur support !!!

[i4miguel]

riding kwon

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ : ᴅᴏᴍ!ᴋᴡᴏɴ, ꜱᴜʙ!ꜰᴇᴍʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ᴍᴜʟᴛɪᴘʟᴇ ᴏʀɢᴀꜱᴍꜱ

-"s'too much!" you whine, slowing the pace of your hips. "c'mon princess, can you do one more f'me?" kwon questions, panting lightly. kwon presented the idea of you riding him tonight, since you've never tried it before. you trusted kwon and decided to agree! now you were on your 3rd orgasm, kwon being on his 2nd, and you can feel the overstimulation. you continue the pace of your hips, kwon opting to grip your waist to guide you when he feels you slow down. "c'mon love, wanna hear your beautiful noises." kwon bites his bottom lip in pleasure when he feels you clench down on his cock.

"m' gonna cum!” you cry out in a moan, grabbing his shoulders.

"cum for me." was all kwon could say before you clenched down on his cock and felt the pressure in your abdomen snap. your body shook with imense pleasure, while kwon was thrusting up into you to help you ride out your 3rd orgasm, earning him his 2nd. when you both came down from your climaxes, kwon pulls you into his chest, wanting to feel you closer. "you did so well, baby." kwon praised, patting your head and placing a open mouthed kiss on your temple.

an: i’m so sorry this is soo short omg, i’ve been so busy :(( requests are closed for now i’ll try to make the ones i’ve already got asked. once again thank you for your support, and happy late new year! i hope 2025 treats u all good and brings you the happiness you guys deserve :)

[i4miguel]

ᴘᴏɪꜱᴏɴ

kwon x fem reader (minors dni)

!! warnings: praise, cockwarming, smut tbh

More than anything, Kwon just wants to make you feel good. He knows exactly how to do it. It starts with a shoulder massage, you sitting in his lap. Obviously, you have to take your shirt off - for better access, of course. This turns into shameless groping, playful twists of your nipples and kisses down your spine. Making you feel truly desired.

He’s pressed so tightly against you that you can feel his erection growing every time you hum with contentment, twitch under his fingers. Soon, he can’t take it anymore, and you’re on your back with him rolling a condom down his length.

“Just lay there and take me, okay?”

Kwon holds your hips and guides you along his cock with sweet words. You feel your body loosen up, your thoughts melt away, like you only exist to feel good and to make him feel good. It’s your favourite feeling in the world and he knows it; well, he could tell. He can hear it in your moans, in how wet you are.

As he takes his time with you, all you want is to feel him deeper. You buck your hips up to meet his, which he responds to by gripping your hips harder, pinning you down.

“I told you, just lay there and take me.” He punishes you by keeping still. His cock is so hard that he can feel you tighten around him when he scolds you, and he chuckles lightly. It’s a light scold, but the authority in his tone makes your head spin. “You can do it right? be good for me.”

It’s a talent, the way his scolding turns so naturally into encouragement. Despite your whimpers, you nod and settle back into the bed, but he keeps perfectly still, holding you in place on his cock.

“Nodding isn’t good enough, baby. I need you to tell me.”

“Kwon…” You whine, hoping he’ll give in, pleased when he doesn’t. “I’ll be so good…”

“Promise?”

“Promise, Kwon. please…”

He chuckles. “So Needy. Please, what?”

“Please fuck me, please-”

You’re cut off by a sharp thrust of his hips, pressing deep inside you, making you see stars. “See?” He almost grunts, deep thrusts steadily picking up speed, almost sending you over the edge. “You get what you want when you’re good.”

“Fuck-” is all you can muster, allowing pleasure to wash over you completely. All thoughts but “fuck me fuck me fuck me” melt out of your brain, everything but the friction of his cock against your tightening walls, the gentle pressure of his hands pinning you to the bed.

“Oh, baby, you’re doing so good, taking me so well.” He hum and moves his hand from your hip, spitting on his fingers before rubbing your clit in tight circles as he fucks you. “Such a good girl. Can you cum for me hm?”

Truthfully, you’ve been on the edge for a while. The added stimulation gets you there even faster. “Yes, yes i can,” you whimper, “I wanna cum for you, kwon please-“

The words were hard to get out, but you couldn’t risk him stopping now. “Good girl, using your words.” He coos. “Do it again, say my name.”

“A-ah! I’m cumming, Kwon, fuck-” You cry out, submitting to the wave of pleasure assaulting your senses. He groans, hearing you say his name as you cum on his cock is enough to make him cum too, shuddering and twitching inside you.

an: this is soo short mb 😣 just been super obsessed with kwon lately so i just had to write something for him .. requests are open btw <3

[i4miguel]

ʀ ᴜ ᴍɪɴᴇ?

robby x fem reader (minors dni)

!! warnings: pure smut tbh

You didn’t even know why you actually accepted this ‘date.’

Right now, in front of your bathroom mirror, you literally want to die.

You agreed to the date to do what? Prove him wrong? Show him you’re unaffected by his charm?

“Pride can get you killed” And yes, they were so right for this.

You pace back and forth, scowling at your reflection. You don’t want to give Robby the satisfaction of thinking he got under your skin. But here you are, taking extra time to look perfect, as if you’re about to meet someone who actually matters. You feel stupid for caring this much.

With a groan, you finally decide on an outfit. Casual enough to say “this means nothing.” but still flattering enough to make him choke on that smug smirk of his. You’re definitely not doing this for him.

As you stand in front of his door, you can’t shake the nerves. It’s just the usual banter, you tell yourself. It’s not a real date. Besides, the setting doesn’t matter, he’s still the same infuriating guy you can’t stand.

The door swings open, and there he is, leaning casually against the doorframe like he’s been waiting for this moment his whole life. He’s in a simple black tee and jeans, looking annoyingly relaxed and somehow attractive.

“Right on time” he says with a smirk, stepping aside to let you in.

You roll your eyes, determined to stay in control. “I’m always on time. You should try it sometime.”

He chuckles, leading you into the living room. It’s a sleek, modern space. A bottle of red wine is already open on the table, two glasses waiting. You glance around, trying to keep your mind off the fact that this feels oddly intimate.

“Wine okay with you?” he asks, pouring the glasses.

“Depends. Are you planning on getting me drunk to make this more bearable?” you shoot back, taking the glass he hands you.

Robby raises an eyebrow, amusement in his eyes. "Of course not.” he says, his voice dripping with mock seriousness. "Though, if I did, at least then you might admit you actually enjoy my company."

You scoff, taking a sip of the wine. It's surprisingly good. "Never."

“You never give up, hm?” He smiles at you and you feel your cheeks literally burn. And despite your best efforts, a smile tugs at the corner of your lips.

“There it is.” Robby says, a slow grin spreading across his face.

“There what is?” you ask, taking another sip to hide the warmth creeping up your cheeks.

“That smile. You spend so much time pretending to hate everything, I was starting to think you forgot how to have fun.”

“I know how to have fun,” you retort, your tone defensive. “Just not with you.”

Robby chuckles, settling into the couch beside you, close enough that you can feel the heat of his body, but not so close enough.

He swirls his glass of wine. “How long are you going to keep pretending that you hate me?”

You meet his gaze, refusing to back down. “I’m not pretending anything.”

“Prove it.” he challenges, his voice dropping to a lower, more intimate tone.

Your heart skips a beat, but you refuse to show any sign of weakness. “I don’t need to prove it to you” you say, your voice steady despite the rapid pounding of your heart.

Robby’s smirk returns, and he leans in slightly, just enough that you can feel his breath on your lips. “Scared you might like it?” he taunts, his words laced with that same infuriating confidence.

It’s a dangerous game you’re playing, but for some reason, you can’t back down.

“Please,” you scoff, though your voice wavers just slightly. “There’s nothing you could do to make me like you.”

“Oh, I don’t know about that,” he murmurs, his eyes dropping to your lips for just a fraction of a second before meeting your gaze again. “I think you might be surprised.”

You want to argue, to tell him he’s full of himself, but the words stick in your throat. Because, deep down, you know there’s a part of you that’s drawn to him, no matter how much you try to deny it.

He leans back slightly, giving you just enough space to breathe, but the intensity in his gaze doesn’t waver. “Why did you agree to this date?” he asks, his tone more serious now.

“I didn’t know it was a date,” you reply, lifting your chin defiantly, trying to regain the upper hand.

Robby chuckles softly, shaking his head. “Come on, you’re smarter than that. You knew exactly what this was.”

You meet his gaze, trying to keep your voice steady. “Maybe I just wanted to see what all the fuss was about. I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“Oh, yeah? And what did you hear?” he asks, leaning in again, his eyes locking onto yours.

“That you’re an overconfident player.” you quip, a smirk tugging at your lips as you throw the dig his way.

Robby laughs, clearly amused rather than offended. “Fair enough.” He gives you a slow, suggestive smile, and you roll your eyes, even as your heart skips a beat.

“You’re so full of yourself” you mutter, taking another sip of wine to distract yourself from how close he’s sitting, how warm his presence is next to you.

“Maybe,” he admits with a shrug, “but I think you like it.”

“Then think again” you shoot back, but the words come out weaker than you intended.

Robby shifts even closer, his knee brushing against yours, and you can feel the heat radiating off his skin. “I know you’re trying hard not to, but you can’t help it. I’m in your head, aren’t I?”

The tension between you is electric, the air so thick with it that it's almost hard to breathe. You try to find the words to throw back at him, but they catch in your throat as Robby moves even closer, his breath hot against your skin.

"Just as i thought" he murmurs, his voice so low it sends shivers down your spine.

Your heart pounds in your chest, every instinct telling you to push him away, to put him in his place. But you can't. Instead, your body betrays you, leaning in just slightly, drawn to him in a way you can’t quite control.

Robby notices, of course. He always does. His eyes darken, a slow smile spreading across his lips as he closes the gap between you. “See? I knew you wanted this.”

“Shut up.” you whisper, but the words lack conviction.

"Make me” he challenges, his voice a rough growl as he leans in, capturing your lips in a kiss that steals the breath from your lungs.

His touch is fire, his hands roaming over your body with a hunger that mirrors your own, and you arch into him, unable to hold back the soft moan that escapes your lips as his mouth trails down your neck. It’s overwhelming, the intensity of it all, but you don’t want it to stop. You want more, more of him, more of this.

Robby’s lips find yours again, and this time the kiss is slower, more deliberate, as if he’s savoring the taste of you, the feel of your body beneath his.

“Tell me you don’t want this and I'll stop” he murmurs against your lips, his voice rough and full of need.

“Don’t stop” you whisper back, the admission slipping out before you can stop it.

Robby doesn’t hesitate. He kisses you deeply, his hands gripping your hips as he pulls you into his lap, your legs straddling him as he deepens the kiss, his hands roaming over your back, your sides, as if he’s trying to memorize the feel of you. The feeling of his body against yours is overwhelming, the warmth of his skin searing through your clothes, and you can’t help the moan that escapes your lips as his hands find their way under your shirt, fingers brushing against your bare skin.

“You’re so fucking stubborn” he mutters against your lips, his voice rough with desire.

“And you’re fucking annoying” you shoot back, but the bite in your words is softened by the way you’re clinging to him, your body betraying the emotions you’ve tried so hard to keep in check.

His response is a low, satisfied growl as he flips you over onto the couch, his body hovering over yours. The weight of him pressing you into the cushions is intoxicating, and for a moment, all you can do is stare up at him, your breath coming in ragged gasps as you try to catch your breath.

"Say you hate me again," Robby dares, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers. "I want to hear it."

You know he’s playing with you, pushing you to admit the truth you’ve been denying for so long. But instead of pushing him away, you pull him closer, your hands gripping his shirt as you bring his lips back to yours in a hungry kiss.

"Fuck you" you murmur against his lips, but there's no venom in your words. It's almost affectionate, a twisted way of admitting that you've lost this battle, at least for now.

Robby grins against your mouth, his hands sliding under your shirt, fingers tracing over your skin. "I was hoping you'd say that.” he whispers, his voice thick with desire.

His hands slipping under your shirt, pushing it up and over your head. He leans back just enough to take you in, his eyes dark and hungry as they roam over your body. “You don’t hate me. You never did.”

“Shut up” you repeat, but the words are weaker now, barely a whisper as he kisses a trail down your neck, his hands making quick work of the rest of your clothes. His teeth grazing your skin as he makes his way lower, and you can’t hold back the moan that escapes your lips when he finally reaches your chest. His hands are everywhere, caressing, teasing, driving you wild with need.

“You’re going to beg,” Robby whispers against your skin, his voice a low growl. “And I’m going to enjoy every second of it.”

You bite back a retort, determined to stay in control, but it’s getting harder with every touch, every kiss. When his mouth finally closes over your breast, his tongue flicking over your nipple, you arch into him, your hands tangling in his hair as you try to pull him closer.

He’s relentless, his hands and mouth driving you to the edge, but you’re not ready to give in. Not yet. You pull him up, capturing his lips in another searing kiss, your hands fumbling with his belt as you try to get it undone.

Robby grins against your lips, helping you get rid of his jeans, and when he’s finally free, you can feel just how hard he is, how much he wants you. It sends a thrill through you, knowing that you’re affecting him just as much as he’s affecting you.

You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him down against you, and he groans, his hips grinding against yours. The friction is almost too much, and you’re both breathing hard, your bodies pressed together.

But Robby doesn’t give you a chance to catch your breath. He moves down again, this time sliding his hand between your thighs, finding the wetness there.

“Already so wet for me” he murmurs, his fingers sliding against your slick folds, teasing you, driving you crazy with need.

“Robby…” you moan, trying to keep control, but it’s slipping fast.

He chuckles darkly, his fingers dipping inside you, curling just right, and you can’t stop the way your hips move, seeking more of his touch.

“Say it,” he demands, his voice low and commanding. “Say you want me.”

“In your dreams” you pant, even as your body betrays you, moving against his hand, desperate for more.

“Every fucking night” Robby growls, his thumb finding your clit, pressing down just right, and you gasp, your back arching as pleasure courses through you.

He doesn’t give you a chance to recover, his mouth replacing his hand as he moves lower, his tongue sliding against your sensitive flesh, tasting you, driving you wild with every stroke.

“Robby, please” you whisper, the words slipping out before you can stop them.

Robby looks up at you, his eyes dark and full of desire. “There it is” he says, his voice rough with satisfaction. “I knew you’d beg.”

But he doesn’t stop. He continues his relentless assault on your senses, his tongue flicking over your clit, his fingers sliding inside you, bringing you closer and closer to the edge until you’re right there.

“Come for me” he murmurs against your skin, and that’s all it takes. You cry out, your body convulsing as the pleasure crashes over you, leaving you trembling beneath him.

Robby’s lips curl into a wicked smile as he hovers above you, his body pressing against yours, the heat between you almost unbearable. He slides into you with a slow thrust, making you feel every inch of him as he sinks deeper. The sensation sends a shiver through you, and you can’t hold back the moan that escapes your lips.

“Fuck,” Robby groans, his voice low and rough, “Feel so good. So fucking tight.”

You bite your lip, trying to stifle the sounds threatening to spill out, but it’s useless. He knows exactly what he’s doing, each thrust driving you wild, his words only adding fuel to the fire.

“You’re so wet for me” he murmurs, his breath hot against your ear. “You like this, don’t you? Being fucked by the guy you ‘hate’ so much?”

You dig your nails into his shoulders, clinging to him as he picks up the pace. “Shut up.” you gasp, but the way your body responds to him betrays your words. Every roll of his hips, every deep stroke has you melting beneath him.

“Oh, I don’t think you really want that” Robby taunts, his voice dripping with confidence. He pulls back slightly, just enough to leave you wanting, teasing you.

“Tell me how much you want it. How much you want me.”

“Robby…” you moan, the sound more of a plea than you intended.

His eyes darken with desire, and he pushes back in, harder this time, his pace relentless as he drives into you. “Say it,” he demands, his voice rough with need. “Tell me you need me.”

You’re on the edge, teetering between holding on to your pride and giving in to the overwhelming pleasure he’s giving you. His hand slides down your body, fingers finding your clit, rubbing it in tight, skilled circles that have you seeing stars.

“Fuck, Robby,” you cry out, your body arching into him, your resistance crumbling. “I need you. I need you so fucking bad.”

“I knew this from the beginning” he growls, his lips crashing down on yours in a fierce, possessive kiss. He pounds into you, each thrust pushing you closer to the edge, the combination of his cock inside you and his fingers working your clit driving you insane.

Your breath comes in ragged gasps, your body trembling beneath him as the tension coils tighter and tighter, ready to snap. Robby’s name falls from your lips,you can’t think about anything else.

“Come for me,” Robby orders, his voice a low, commanding growl. “I want to feel you come all over my cock.”

It’s too much. You cry out his name as you come, your body shaking with the force of your orgasm, every muscle tensing at the feeling.

Robby follows you over the edge, his hips snapping against yours in a final, powerful thrust as he spills inside you, his groan of release vibrating through your entire body. He collapses onto you, his weight a comforting pressure as you both struggle to catch your breath.

Robby’s hand strokes your hair gently, a completely different gesture from what happened just moments before.

“Still hate me?” he murmurs, his voice low and teasing, but there’s an edge of vulnerability there too.

You manage a breathless laugh, your fingers tracing lazy patterns on his back. “You’re still annoying.” you reply, but there’s no real bite to your words.

Robby chuckles, his lips brushing against your forehead. “Good to know I haven’t lost my touch.”

You roll your eyes, though there’s a smile tugging at your lips. “Don’t let it go to your head.”

He pulls back slightly, just enough to look at you, his eyes searching yours. “Too late.”

[i4miguel]

ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏʏ ɪꜱ ᴍɪɴᴇ

miguel x fem reader (minors dni)

!! warnings: don’t think there are any .. lmk tho

Raising your hand if you could go to the bathroom was just an excuse to skip class. Every time, it worked. the teachers really didn’t care anymore.

hastily leaving the classroom and walking through the empty hallway, walking on the stairs, you made your way to the school’s rooftop.

You find Miguel there, leaning against the wall, his lips holding a cigarette and a lighter in his hand.

Miguel notices a presence of a person coming towards him, he takes away his cigarette from his mouth before he can light it up. looking in the direction he sees you.

“oh you managed to to come here? i thought you were coward enough to skip class.”

You could hear the bit of annoyance your voice carried but you were used to it. Miguel teasing you just to get some reaction out of you.

“you’re smoking at school again? what if you get caught—“ before finishing your sentence, Miguel hushes you down. “If i get caught, then i get caught, done?.” Was his reply but you still felt disappointed over him, him and his addiction for nicotine.

“Why did you want me to come here? You're brave that you couldn't care less but I would be dead if they saw me with you."

Miguel was one of popular students, he does karate and is tall, a kid with straight A’s and talented. A role model for everyone.

Miguel never gets blamed for the mistakes he has done, the students and the teacher never believe it.

Slowly Miguel sits down on the concrete, leaning against the well. Patting on the ground to signal you to sit down with him. You being lost in your thoughts, it takes you a few seconds before you glance over at him. You also plop yourself, sitting beside him.

Miguel takes his cigarette, using his lighter, he lights it up, taking a puff, inhaling then exhaling with a sound.

“Don’t act like this, you’re also like me” was Miguel’s reply but you were acting all dramatic and said “Oh! I'm just an average girl, where you carry a whole reputation- oh do you have an extra?"

“A sigh falls out from Miguel’s lips “yeah I do, wait” From his pocket, he takes out the box of cigarettes, gives one to you and lets you borrow his lighter. you light up yours.

You guys were dating, yes. You guys know each other more than anyone can. Being together since yours childhood, You both have an unbreakable bond. You were the first to confess to him, sharing the same feelings.

But this whole thing is kept private, since that's what both of you prefer.

Some seconds just pass quietly, only the sound of yours breathing, inhale and exhale.

“Look who was scolding me.” Miguel breaks the silence, chuckling slightly.

“Whatever you do, i will follow your footsteps.”

“You’re such a kid.”

“Hey!” You say playfully, a slight slap on his shoulder as Miguel says ouch, when it didn’t even hurt.

That's how the time went by, sitting beside each other, looking up at the sky. The sky was cloudy as the cold breeze hit them. It was chilly.

Time passes by, so do the cigarettes. Miguel rubs the blunt across the concrete and so do you.

Taking out his box again, he takes another one, burning it again.

“You had more?” You ask sounding a bit disappointed, before you can ask for one you get cut off.

“This was the last one” said Miguel.

“You’re no good!”

You were a bit disappointed on him but still stayed with him, leaning your head against his shoulder, you could hear the intake of air and how he releases it, you don’t mind tho, you like to stay beside him at any moment since you can’t find him at all at school. always being busy in his activities. No wonder everyone likes him, he's truly God gifted.

You latch yourself on his arm, “Hey, give me a drag.” Miguel hums, as you thought he would let you , you just see himself taking a drag before he holds onto your chin, he places his lip against yours, as a confused y/n one, you let out a gasp as Miguel takes the opportunity to kiss you.

And he kisses you, Miguel blows smoke into your mouth, filling your throat, your lungs, the bitter taste of it swirling around. Breaking it for a second to catch breath, he kisses you again, You part your lips as Miguel takes the opportunity to enter, the bitter taste and your strawberry chapstick mixed together. you were melting in the kiss.

Breaking the kiss again, You were panting, a weak grip on Miguel’s shirt.

Miguel kissed you yet again, slipping his tongue, You automatically followed his tongue movement. It was sloppy and messy. Your head felt cloudy. Parting away your lips were connected by a string of saliva.

You graze your fingers against your lips, realising how much your lips actually hurt. meanwhile Miguel aims for your neck sucking slightly to leave faint marks.

“fuck.” you whisper, leaning your head against the wall, wrapping your arms against Miguel. you were still on the rooftop, but you both couldn’t care less.

Miguel’s lips felt hot against your neck, you whine out quietly every few seconds.

Miguel finally lets go, staring at you, his eyes were half lidded and gazed

Hazy mind, Miguel breaks the silence “was it too much?” Sounding concerned, You said nothing, instead you ignored what he asked and replied, "We should go to our class Miguel.”

You, standing on your wobbly legs since you were sitting down way too long, rush yourself to the stairways.

an: i do write for other ck characters as well !! i’m just trying to keep the miguel diaz tag alive atm .. & yes i write for outer banks as well + i take requests but please bare with me !! Thank you for all the love i’m currently receiving <3

[i4miguel]

ᴀʟʟ ᴍɪɴᴇ

miguel x fem reader (minors dni)

!! warnings: nsfw, unprotected sex

the second miguel opened his apartment door, you pulled his t-shirt collar and crashed your lips together. it wasn’t even the soft one, not the usual welcome kiss you both always had when he welcomed you into his personal space. it was the rough one, a desperate kiss you rarely gave to him outside his or your bedroom. but he must have known better — he of course knew the best, so he decided to play along with a game he had started hours ago, back when you were still stuck with your friends to catch up and have some chats.

he brought you straight into his room, pulling you closer and closer until you ended up caging him between your thighs. he wore the same gray sweatpants as what you spotted in the picture he sent to you — the thirst trap he sent to you in broad daylight. you could absolutely feel his bulge on your clothed core, sending some warm and giddy feeling, as if it lured you to rub yourself and dry hump him. so you spent some time there, curling your fingers to his pants rope with your spare hand sneaking into his shirt, finding the one you are looking for. and miguel wasn’t stupid, by any means. he knew that you wanted him to take his shirt off like what you saw in the picture he gave to you, so he complied. 

it didn’t take much time until you bent your body down and for your tongue to start licking his abdomen, up to his chest, and focusing on his tensed nipples. your eyes never took off from his, wanting him to watch the sight of you exploring enjoying every bit of his skin. not even when he started groping your ass. not even when he tried to throw off your trousers from your body. but it took seconds until both of you got what you wanted, to finally get down on his cock and for him to finally fill you up. it was the loud one, his bed wouldn’t stop squeaking, but did he even care? and neither did you. there was nothing in your mind except how you devoured this time the most, the way you bounced on top of him and how he kept thrusting you like a madman every time you slowed down for a bit. 

you didn’t think you could let miguel go by any minute as if you still couldn’t get enough of his fingermark printed on your body. even after he filled you so much that you could sense how it would leak and drip down the moment he pulled out, it still wasn’t enough. 

[i4miguel]

ᴀᴅᴅɪᴄᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ

miguel x fem reader (minors dni)

!! warnings: smut, miguel begs

"shit-" Miguel throws his head back, shutting his eyes before voicing his thoughts out loud again, hands gripping your hips tighter, dragging his words with every thrust "tightest pussy I've ever felt. warmest too, shit baby-" he stares at you through the mirror when you moan his name in response, a smirk growing on his lips, tilting his brow in false mock "yeah, baby? you like it when I fuck you like this?"

you can only moan in response, barely breathing the words in between your mewls. It only excites Miguel further — gritting his teeth, slowing his hips down only to fuck you deeper and harder until you're a mess "Say it louder, baby." he whispers, kissing your neck while running his fingers through your hair, slowly making a messy ponytail and using his grip to tilt your head and give him more skin to lick. His other hand making its way down, fingers grazing your clit as you can feel his smile on your neck "hm? come on, beautiful."

You're shaking, legs nearly giving out when Miguel pinches your clit, teeth grazing your shoulder. The warmth you feel creeping up your body and the way your fingers grip the sheets tighter is enough to let you know you're almost there.

"I love it" you choke out, gagging when he picks up the pace, drawing small circles around your clit, "cock so big, so good, Miguel." you stare back at him in the mirror, barely keeping your eyes open with the force of his thrusts "shit, you're gonna make me cum"

Miguel hums, nodding "Mhm" he opens his mouth in a silent moan when your walls clench around him again "come for me?" he almost begs, brows drawn together and voice broken. He cries out "please? please come around me, beautiful"

You shake your head, trying to make it last longer. But the way the hand on your hair slowly descend to your neck, long fingers loosely wrapping around it while moaning your name, looking so sexy when he says a small "please?" again makes your body react to his every wish, crying out loud with how hard your orgasm hits you as you can feel Miguel peppering kisses on your skin.

"that's it, baby" the boy says breathless, getting sloppier with every thrust as he can feel his own orgasm creeping up his spine, body trying to get close to yours and squeezing you against the mattress, not caring when your legs give out and using his own to spread yours wider, going even deeper.

"so good, so so good, princesa. Could fuck you like this all day, pussy so messy, so wet" Miguel nods his head, nearly losing his mind when you moan his name. "keep saying my name, baby" he begs, his own thighs shaking when you call his name again. Eyes rolling back as he cums, fantasizing about it being raw as he brings your hips up to meet his, trying to fuck you deeper, trying to make you feel him inside even after he pulls out.

"fuck-" he smiles to himself while admiring your body, the hand on your hip making its way down to play with the wet mess on your inner thighs, wishing it was his cum on your skin, pulling out only to replace his cock with his fingers inside you. Kissing your shoulder to calm you down when you hiss from overstimulation

"shh, amor, I got you" he coos, biting back a smirk when you try to push your hips down to feel more of him as he pulls his fingers out, bringing them to his mouth "just want to taste you"

You look over your shoulder, pussy clenching around nothing when he moans around his fingers, eyes full of lust staring at the mess between your thighs before looking up at you "let me clean you up?" Miguel asks, already knowing your answer but begging you anyways, lowering his body while staring at you, spreading your thighs once again so he could lick his way up your body, fingers squeezing your ass "please, baby?" teeth grazing your skin of inner thighs before licking it "promise I'll make a mess of you again..." another kiss, this time even closer than before, your hand instinctively moving back to grab his hair when you feel him breathing against your pussy, sounding so pussy drunk as he stares at it that you have to bite back a moan "just wanna taste you again, please."

[i4miguel]

we are currently witnessing a genocide. this is not a israel-hamas war, this is years of oppression and ethnically cleansing palestinians from their own land. call it what it is: a genocide. gaza is in complete darkness, electricity and communication cut out, and the rest of the world is witnessing everything, the constant airstrikes that has been happening since last night. literal bloodlines are being wiped out, whole generations of children.

those who remain “neutral”, just know that palestinians have the right to defend themselves. if you are blindly claiming to be neutral, just go on the pages that support the israel government; they are baking gluten-free cookies and delivering fresh food for their soldiers, mocking and dehumanizing palestinians, sitting in their new york high rise apartments claiming to be fearing for their lives “because they are jewish.” this is not a war between muslims and jews; this is a fight for land. then you look at palestinian pages; they are holding whatever is left of their dead children in plastic bags, begging the western world to step in and call ceasefire. journalists covering what is happening in palestine are eating scraps of food to survive. if you are blindly claiming to be neutral, just know you have the privilege of educating yourself.

shame on all the world leaders that voted against the ceasefire. you have blood on your hands.

please educate yourself and try to help in anyway you can. boycott, donate, educate others!! please, don’t be silenced. use your platform. no matter how small we may seem as individuals, we are powerful collectively. please pray for all the civilians, palestine, and for ceasefire.