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“𝐎𝐅 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓”﹙ 𝐌𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐎. 𝐗 𝐌!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ﹚

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I had to reupload this fic from when I was (@//miguelowhora). I posted it on Valentine's Day and decided to reupload it here again to see where my Miguel stans are.

Miguel never felt jealous until he encountered you in one of the courses he taught. He was always fixated on you, envisioning scenarios where you would plead him to intimately fuck you right there at the table, in front of everyone, to assert to whom you belong to. His jealousy arose when a new student joined his lecture late into the semester and sat beside you, observing the budding closeness between you and Miles.

You were uncertain about Miguel's feelings as he always wore a serious expression during his lectures. It was clear that you both had to keep your relationship discreet to avoid any implications on his job or accusations of favoritism. To maintain professionalism, you decided to keep your distance and interact with classmates, like Miles, who you quickly bonded with. Occasionally, Miguel would give you an odd stare, hinting to stay away from Miles. This new expression was unlike his usual demeanor, leaving you puzzled.

After class concluded, as students were exiting the classroom, you heard Miguel specifically request to speak with you privately by calling out, "Mr. (last name), may I have a moment of your time?" Miguel's demeanor was solemn and intense, with his gaze fixed on Miles, who lingered near the entrance door.

"Sorry, Professor, but could we discuss this at a later time or perhaps via email? I'm running late for my next lecture," you said, maintaining a professional tone in the presence of Miles.

"This is not open for debate. I need to speak with you now. Is that clear?" Miguel snapped, causing tension in the room. Despite Miles' attempts to calm the situation, Miguel's agitation only seemed to escalate. Observing Miguel's reaction, you felt uneasy but decided it was best for Miles to leave the classroom for the moment.

"Miles, go ahead. I'll catch up with you later. Just text me if you need assistance with the lecture," you assured Miles, urging him to go before he missed his next class. As the door closed, you found yourself being pulled towards the professor's desk, feeling the pressure on your wrist causing discomfort. You winced, noting the strength of Miguel's grip, as he led you to the table to address whatever was bothering him.

When he released your wrist, you gently rubbed it and winced at the lingering pain. Your face contorted in a scowl, but when you glanced up at Miguel, you saw his intense gaze filled with anger. Before you could question his sudden hostility, he enclosed both sides, blocking any escape route with his powerful arms. His intimidating stare both frightened and enraged you as he moved in closer, eliminating any remaining space between you. His eyes, initially fixed on yours, drifted down to your lips as he leaned in and kissed you.

You were powerless as Miguel took control of your lips, savoring every flavor. His actions were primal, his tongue exploring your mouth with a mix of licking and sucking, engaging in a battle for dominance that thrilled him. Eventually, he shifted his attention to your lips, continuing his sensual assault while simultaneously slipping a hand under your shirt to tease and play with your nipples, eliciting a pleasurable response from you. Observing your arousal, Miguel relished in the knowledge that he was the cause, enjoying the taste of your lips as he gently nibbled and tugged on them. Despite your evident excitement, he chose to halt his actions, not wanting to escalate the situation further.

As Miguel departed, leaving you yearning, you sensed an uncharacteristic teasing in his absence. "Why not reach out to Miles for more pleasure?" Miguel's words hinted at a hint of jealousy, implying a sense of betrayal with someone you had just met. After a brief moment of pondering, you realized that the typically stoic professor was indeed jealous.

"Could that be why you've been behaving unusually today? You know Miles-" Your sentence was interrupted by Miguel slamming his hands on the table and leaning in towards you. "Do not mention his name; it will only worsen my anger," Miguel interjected, his frustration evident from the bulging veins on his forehead.

"Remember, Miguel, you did express the desire to keep our relationship discreet in public. I have no acquaintance with Miles and would never flirt in front of you, as that would be deemed unfaithful, a behavior I do not condone. Do you truly believe I am capable of betraying your trust for someone I have no romantic interest in?"

You attempted to reassure him that there was no romantic involvement between you and Miles. However, every time Miles was brought up in conversation, he would become visibly agitated and might even act impulsively.

"Why’d you give that cabron your number? The only man’s number who should be on your phone is mine," he questioned possessively.

Refusing to entertain his jealous outburst, you calmly responded, "Please stop with the jealousy act. There is nothing going on between us. I only shared my number with him because a certain professor is a hard-ass with the assignments."

Prodding his chest lightly for emphasis, you issued one final warning, making it clear that you were no longer willing to entertain his irrational behavior.

“You know what tonight I’ll be sleeping in my dorm room. Have fun jerking off to the thought of me.” Despite your efforts to break free Miguel remained firmly in your space.

The expression on Miguel's face changed immediately after your comment, clearly upsetting him. Before you could respond, he abruptly turned you around and shoved you down onto the table. As you lay there, you felt his hands exploring your clothed ass. Suddenly, you noticed the fabric of your jeans tearing and felt a cool breeze on your exposed ass.

Before you could gather your thoughts, Miguel roughly spread your ass and began exploring your most intimate area with his tongue, sending waves of pleasure throughout your body. You were unable to utter a word to stop him, enchanted by the pleasure of his touch. As his tongue delved deeper, a moan escaped your lips, only to be met by Miguel's intense gaze. Your moans of pleasure grew louder as he continued his exploration, igniting a mutual excitement between you. Your right leg brushed against his growing bulge, heightening the intensity of the moment.

Miguel continued to pleasure you with his tongue, causing you to let out louder moans. You tried to stifle your sounds, but Miguel caught your hands and restrained them. "I want to hear you," he insisted, his voice deep and husky as he explored every inch of your hole.

You allowed Miguel to put aside the recent argument and focused on the sensation of his tongue exploring your body. The thought of him taking you right then and there consumed you, regardless of who might hear. Your mind raced with fantasies of how he could fuck you, but lost in the moment, you realized his tongue had stopped its motion.

"Why did you stop? It felt so good," you lamented.

Miguel's expression revealed a sly smile, relishing in the fact that you still desired him. He teased the idea of stopping, hinting at your behavior being inappropriate for a professor-student dynamic.

Despite his words, he couldn't resist your allure, wanting you to surrender and plead for more. "Maybe we should end this here. You're acting quite slutty. Do you have any sense of decency for your professor?" Miguel leaned in, arms crossed, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Miguel attempted to walk away, but you quickly grasped his forearm, locking eyes with him, and pleaded, "Please don't go. I need you."

Your words had the desired effect on Miguel, who seized your shirt collar and forcefully turned you on your back. As his hands explored your clothed chest, he tore off your shirt, leaving you naked sprawled on his desk. "This is how I want you, begging me for more," Miguel's deep voice resonated, eliciting a submissive response from you, causing goosebumps to form on your skin as you felt utterly vulnerable.

You watched as Miguel touched the bulge in his pants and began to tease it. "Is this what you wanted?" he taunted, but you remained fixated on his bulge, yearning to release his thick cock. "You can't even speak. You're completely hypnotized, acting like the dirty little slut that you are," Miguel sneered.

As Miguel unzipped his pants, the unmistakable sound caught your attention. You listened to the rustling of his hands as he revealed his erect cock, playfully teasing the entrance of your eager hole. Your soft whimper only fueled Miguel's arousal, as he observed, "You seem very eager. Do you crave this cock inside you?"

In that moment, all you could manage was a nod, consumed by the anticipation of his cock teasing your eager entrance. "Alright, precioso, I'll satisfy your hunger," Miguel murmured, spitting on his member before thrusting forcefully into you. Despite the initial discomfort, your cries were a blend of pleasure and pain. Miguel's actions were not gentle, fueled by lingering jealousy, but you welcomed it, accustomed to his size.

You felt Miguel's cock exploring and stretching your insides, his grunting moans turning you on. Deeper inside, he hit your sweet spot, making you moan even louder. "Miguel, please, keep hitting that spot," you begged. Excited, he continued to please you.

His movements quickened, his balls slapping against your ass. As Miguel picked up the pace, your moans grew louder, both of you enjoying the pleasure he was giving you. He was determined to be the only man to make you feel this good. Thrusting harder, the desk shook under his powerful movements. You tried to hold on to the edge of the desk, but Miguel lowered his body to match yours, wrapping your arms around him.

Miguel kissed you aggressively, his tongue dominating yours as his moans grew feral. "Tell me, whose ass is this?" he demanded. You struggled to speak, but gazing into his handsome face, you managed to reply, "It's yours, papi."

With forceful thrusts, Miguel made you feel pain mixed with pleasure, pulling out and plunging back in. Tears filled your eyes, but you welcomed the sensations. Pushed to the edge of the desk, your legs were lifted above your face as Miguel towered over you.

Miguel lifted your legs in the air, bracing himself on the table to maintain balance. He inserted his shaft into your backside, moving rhythmically against you. The weight of the position made your stomach feel heavy, yet you were too lost in passion to protest. Sweat coated your body from the intense experience, with droplets trickling down your face and lips, tasting salty and sweet.

"Amor, I'm close," Miguel murmured, his voice barely audible as he gazed into your eyes with a mixture of intensity and desire. His thrusts slowed briefly before quickening again.

"I'm almost there too," you replied, meeting his pace. Miguel embraced you tightly, his movements becoming deeper and faster. As he pressed into you, a moan escaped your lips, his arms enveloping your waist. Your bodies entwined, shifting under his weight until your back was against the desk. His eyes locked onto yours, dark and filled with longing, as he plunged deeper within you. Your hands gripped the table's edge, ready to climax. Miguel nuzzled your neck, delivering soft kisses that turned more intense, almost biting.

Miguel's deep grunts signaled his impending release. Holding onto him, his final thrust brought both of you to a climax, his body shuddering as he released inside you. You felt a surge of pleasure between your bodies, a mix of ecstasy and satisfaction.

Afterward, Miguel wiped himself clean with your torn shirt, collected you new clothes from his cabinet, and left you alone in the room. "Clean up and go to class," he instructed, his tone stern as he exited.

You dressed in the fresh clothes he left behind, muttering about his behavior. "What a dick."

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