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monarchberrysblog · 14 days ago

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I think about this fic once in a while…

head is pretty empty rn except for this specific scenario that’s been flooding my fat head saurrrr 🙊🙊

(i suck at wording stuff btw but here bae)

since miguel is almost 7 feet tall 69ing w him almost impossible especially if ur average height or lower (5’3 gang ✊ saw a height comparison with our heights once and it got me thinking) you guys would be struggling so hard but when you finally have miguel in ur mouth you’ll be far too away from him to reciprocate which is TORTURE for him. watching you get wetter to show how badly you need him, slick drooling onto his rib cage that he can’t reach and taste :( so obvi he gets frustrated and loops both arms around ur legs and pulls u up to his mouth, n before u start complaining that u can’t suck him he shoves two fingers in ur mouth and tells u to suck on them instead (꩜ ᯅ ꩜;)⁭ ⁭

69ing with miguel

note: dude..... you're a genius alicia now i'm going fucking crazy at the thought thanks!

after minutes of you both repositioning and adjusting yourselves, you're finally on top of miguel's broad body, tits squished against his happy trail, sucking on his cock blissfully. globs of spit and arousal slipping down his base. tears trickling down your cheeks. nothing turned you on more than taking all of him while feeling him twitch and throb in your mouth.

unfortunately for miguel and his tall figure, his mouth can't even reach your pussy. so he just lays there, watching the way your slick drips onto his lower chest, aching for his tongue. he feels like he's gonna die. as wet and needy as you are for his mouth on you, you were addicted to how he feels down your throat. feeling every vein, every pulse, you simply couldn't stop.

"love your cock baby mmph" you whimper, your soft hand barely able to wrap around his girth. "yo se que te encanta princesa, fuck wanna taste you so bad too" he groans, stroking his large hands down your thighs, spanking your ass. he throws his head back as his chest rises, feeling your warm mouth around him and your hard nipples against his skin. "mmm mamita wanna make you feel so good, please" he moans, getting impatient. "sooo inpatient, esperaté chulo" you grin, kissing his tip. he starts getting frustrated, he feels like he's seeing stars. watching you take all of him as he lays there unable to devour you right then and there.

in the meantime, he runs his fingers in between your wet folds, circling it slowly. then he shoves his two thick fingers into you, groaning at how tight you are. "tan apretadita por mi, dios mio" he utters. you squirm from his touch, whimpering as you continue sucking him. "mmm she loves my fingers doesn't she? can feel her clenching on me" he chuckles, thrusting his fingers in and out of you. you pull him out of your mouth for a second. "mm f-fuck miguel don't stop" you whine, tapping his tip on your tongue as you stroke him slowly, unable to concentrate from his fingers inside you. you’re making him go insane, and he can’t hold back anymore. "puta madre, vente aqui" he hisses, as quickly loops his hands and arms around your thighs, pulling your aching hole up towards his mouth. "shit miguel w-wait" you exclaim, but before you can say anything else he’s already feasting on you.

he runs his tongue up and down your walls relentlessly, tasting your juices. groaning against your cunt, sending vibrations up your body. his arms wrapped tightly against your thighs, savouring you like you’re his last meal. he sticks his two fingers back into you, fingering you as he tongue fucks you. your body trembles non-stop. "miguel fuck mmm so good oh my g-god" you moan, your hand faintly stroking his hard cock. he doesn't say anything but moan and grunt against your hole. you start becoming more desperate, drooling at the sight of his dick leaking. you wanted him in your mouth more than ever.

"mm want you in my mouth again baby" you frown, looking back at him as he doesn't pay mind to you and continues. "let me suck you, p-please" you whine, trying to get his attention. he scoffs and finally pulls his mouth off of your leaking cunt, still fingering you. "can't ever keep that pretty mouth shut for once hm? always wanting to suck me all the time" he ridicules. you whimper, furrowing your brows at him. he pulls his fingers out of you. "open" he commands, sticking his soaked digits in your mouth. you suck on them, tasting yourself as you look at him with that wide-eyed look that drives him fucking crazy. "happy now hm? mhmm mi putita, so fucking dirty f'me" he mutters, smirking at how nasty you look. he continues eating you out, one hand on your asscheek while you suck his fingers on his other one.

miguel drags his other empty hand to finger you again as he continues eating you out like a starved man. you mewl and shake on top of him. you start closing your legs at the overstimulation, he splits them apart again with big hand, “tsk tsk mantenerlas abiertas mi reina”. you feel your orgasm approaching and miguel can feel it too by the way your cunt clenches on his fingers. “gonna cum now baby? shh shh yo se chiquita, let it out f’me” he coos. your moans and inaudible noises encourage him to go faster, his tongue lapping over your folds at a rapid pace as his fingers thrust in and out of you. you feel like you’re in heaven.

suddenly you’re cumming on his tongue and fingers, mouth hanging open at the sensation. “baby fuckk oh my g-god miguel!” you cry out. he groans against your creamy pussy, bringing both of his hands to your inner thighs, holding you securely on his face as your legs tremble uncontrollably. his nose nudging against your clit, “mmmmph mm” he murmurs against your cunt. you look above you and he’s shooting ropes of cum all over his lower stomach, just from eating you out. you lazily smile as you reach your hand to stroke him, finishing him off as he leaks all over your hand.

he finally lets go of his grip on your thighs, kitty licking your clit. "mm i'm sensitive mig" you whine as he smirks, planting some last kisses on it. "fuck" he breathes out as he rests his head back, licking his lips. you lay on top of him in silence for a couple seconds, trying to catch your breath. then, you scoot away from his mouth, getting off of him. you turn to him as your knees sink into the bed. you kiss his lips, "you're crazy baby, jesus christ" you chuckle. you reach towards your nightstand to grab a towel as you clean him and yourself up.

you lay back in bed with him, as he brings the sheets over the both of you. "you're incredible baby, would do that for you everyday" he grins, looking at you as your tucked in his shoulder. "mmm yeah? you smile, eyes twinkling as you look at him. "mhm, she deserves that" he smirks, dragging his finger along your inner thigh. "heyy" you chuckle, swatting his hand away. he turns his body sideways towards you and he kisses you tenderly. he strokes you cheek and caresses your back softly. "te quiero muchisimo. haria todo por ti mi reina, te lo juro" he whispers, eyes full of love and passion. "mmm stop" you giggle, covering your face shyly as your cheeks heat up from his words. "don't hide from me, i'm serious" he smiles as he grabs your hands from your face, planting kisses all over you. “mi hermosa" he murmurs, "i love you".

#miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara smut #miguel x reader #miguel o’hara blurb #atsv miguel #miguel ohara oneshot #miguel o'hara atsv #miguel spiderverse #miguel x y/n #had to share #always think of this fic once in a while

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monarchberrysblog · 25 days ago

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Oh I missed this fic and reading this again felt like I was at heaven’s door again 😩

HEY LOVER.

starring: bestfriend!miguel o’hara x bestfriend female reader summary: your man can’t do it like he can

content warnings: 18+ MDNI, cheating on your boyfriend (he deserves it tbh), dry humping, oral (f receiving), fingering, p in v, unprotected sex (use a condom pls), cowgirl and lotus position, breeding kink, creampie, possessiveness, praise, he talks you through it

you’re all a real man can need and ever ask for

On his back, spread out across his mattress, and staring at the blades of his ceiling fan, Miguel O’Hara knows he is royally screwed.

He can’t even remember the last time he’s had a crush, much less one this intense. You’re the first in years and for the past few months, you’ve been destroying him completely.

He doesn’t know up from down and he can’t tell his left from his right—all thanks to you. How it even happened, he doesn’t know but ever since he set his sights on you, everyone else became invisible.

There’s only two things stopping Miguel from making a move. One, you’re his best friend. Two, you’re in a relationship already.

but I don’t wanna violate your relationship so I lay back in the cut with a crush that’s a trip

You’ve been friends since college when the two of you ended up in the same study group. Fate brought you together and he knows only the grace of God allowed you to tolerate him for so long.

He’s always loved how outspoken you are. You and Miguel used to go tit for tat debating about everything from class readings, to theorems, to homework answers.

Despite all the back and forth, you shared a mutual respect for one another that survived graduation and blossomed into a real friendship when you both entered the adult world.

Years have passed and the both of you are still joined at the hip. You know everything that makes Miguel tick (saying made up words like “irregardless”) and he knows just what to do to make you smile (usually involves bringing you food). The inside jokes between you could fill a stadium.

He can’t lose that. It would kill him.

still, he can’t stop me from having daydreams

But Miguel can’t get you out of his mind. Every time he’s with you he thinks about what it would be like if you were his girl. How he would hold you, kiss you, please you, make you happy, and make you feel loved.

He wishes he could go back to before he decided he wants to be with you. That was easier. That was before Brian came along and made him realize his feelings for you. Though, by then, it was already too late.

Brian. Fucking Brian.

The scowl etched in his brows is deep, bordering on permanent if he doesn’t start thinking happier thoughts soon.

The thing is, Miguel doesn’t actually care about your romantic relationship. He just pretends to because you’re his best friend. Truthfully, your boyfriend could die today and he’d be on cloud nine.

Brian. Fucking. Brian.

He really needs to stop frowning but he can’t. Brian has you and he doesn’t. What is there to smile about?

He won’t say he hates him because “hate” implies that he cares somewhat about him—even if in a negative way. Miguel doesn’t care about Brian. Honest. He cares about how Brian treats you. So far, the reviews aren’t the best.

Any time you’ve brought up your boyfriend within the past six months it’s in relation to how much of a dickhead he’s being at the moment.

There was the time you argued over where to have dinner for your birthday. You wanted Italian and he wanted sushi and also to go 50/50.

One time you fought about him putting very little effort into your Valentine’s Day plans. He made last minute reservations at a cheap restaurant with terrible ratings and you got food poisoning.

Recently, there was a heated discussion over how much time you spent with Miguel.

Miguel found that one particularly intriguing. Was Brian threatened by him? Good. He should be. He would never treat you the way Brian does because he would treat you a billion times better.

Bottom line: there are a million reasons to leave your boyfriend and Miguel could name them all. You’re just too nice to leave him. You want to see the good in everyone.

To Miguel, you’re everything a man could need, more importantly, you’re everything that he wants. That idiot you’re dating doesn’t appreciate what an amazing, stunning, witty, hilarious, supportive, caring, and perfect girlfriend he has. That’s the part that drives him insane.

A sigh that crescendos into a guttural groan escapes him. He may be more than royally screwed at this rate.

Maybe this is more than a crush.

The more Miguel thinks about it, the more he knows that he has to tell you. Friendship be damned. He can’t stand by another day and watch you be with Brian knowing that he can treat you much better. If it doesn’t work out, you can still work as friends he’s sure. Either way, he won’t let you go.

I gotta take you from your man, that’s my mission

There’s a knock at his apartment door. He isn’t expecting anyone and he knows it’s not the mailman because they already dropped off his coupons and bills.

When he answers the door, he’s shocked to see you standing there wearing a scowl that mirrored his only moments ago.

It’s like a cosmic confirmation that this is his chance. He can’t send his thanks to heaven with you right in front of him so he settles for a megawatt smile instead.

“Hey.” Miguel greets you. He wants to gauge where you’re at before revealing his hand. The confession sits at the tip of his tongue. He’s eager.

“Can I come in?” You don’t even really greet him back and that’s his second clue that something is off.

“Yeah, of course.” He moves to the side.

You slide past him and make yourself comfortable on his couch.

“Thought you were busy today.” Miguel mentions, still trying to play it cool. He joins you on the couch after locking the door.

“I thought I was going to be busy too.” You shrug. Your attitude is seeping from your pores.

He could tell you were a bit upset when he answered the door but now Miguel can see it’s deeper than that. There’s a grey cloud thundering over your head that makes him glad he held off on his confession for now.

It doesn’t take a genius to pinpoint the culprit.

“Brian did something?” It’s less of a question and more of a statement. You confirm anyway, completely fired up.

“Oh Brian did something, alright. He forgot our six-month anniversary!” You toss your hands up in the air looking at Miguel like can you believe this?!

Unfortunately, he can. Immediately, Miguel sees red.

How could he do that to you? Is he stupid?

“He is stupid!” You agree which makes Miguel realize he said that out loud.

“And he’s such a dick!”

He is! Miguel thinks.

He’s careful not to say it out loud this time. Miguel isn’t sure if he should chime in or keep quiet while you’re in this volatile state. He chooses the latter while you continue.

“I don’t even know why I put up with him!” You’re up pacing in front of his coffee table now.

Miguel doesn’t know either.

“I do so much for him!” You really do. Too much if you asked Miguel.

“I try to be a good girlfriend and I know I’m not perfect but I don’t think I’d forget something as important as this. I guess that’s because it’s only important to me. It’s like he doesn’t even care about me. Sometimes I feel like I’m in this relationship by myself..”

Your steps have slowed as you process everything. Defeated, you plop back onto the couch beside Miguel.

“Go ahead, say it.” You gesture your hand at him.

“Say what?” Miguel’s brows furrow in confusion.

“Oh come off it, Mig, you were never his biggest fan. I know you didn’t really like Brian or think he was good enough for me. Just say ‘I told you so’ already. I can take it.”

Miguel didn’t know he was being that obvious with his dislike but regardless he’d never make you feel worse like that. Seeing you this downtrodden hardly feels like a victory.

I would hold you in my arms and ease your fears

“Come here.” He commands with his arms opened up. You can’t resist his embrace even when you’re not upset so of course you scoot closer and lay on top of him. His arms wrap around you and his lips press softly to your temple. You feel yourself finally relax after being mad all day.

“I’d never do that, okay?” He murmurs softly into your hair. “Not about this. I’m sorry that happened, hermosa. You deserve so much better than him. One day you’ll find someone who is.”

Miguel just hopes that when the time comes, you’ll let it be him.

The conviction in his tone makes you lift your head up from his chest to look into his eyes. You can tell that he means all of it.

“Yeah?”

“Are you kidding?” His hand comes up to cup your cheek. “Absolutely. You deserve someone who makes you happy. Someone who considers you and your feelings and goes out of their way to make you feel important. You’re an amazing woman… You deserve someone who can appreciate that.”

His last statement is a loaded one neither of you want to touch. It sits between you like a motion activated bomb. This pregnant pause is bordering on awkward but you can’t stop gawking at him and he damn sure isn’t going to look away from you. Finally, you speak.

“..It sounds like I deserve someone like you.”

Miguel is quick. “No, you deserve me.”

It doesn’t come as a suggestion. This is the confession he’s been sitting on for six months. The elephant he’s lugged in and out of every room with you like its personal caretaker. The hardest part for him is hardly over.

“Mig… do you have… feelings for me?”

hey lover, hey lover, this is more than a crush

“I have a lot more than feelings for you.” He could say the L word but he doesn’t want to send you running for the hills. It’s exactly what he means though.

You can read between the lines well enough. All you’re wondering is how long had this fine print been there and how are you just now seeing it?

“How long have you…”

“Too long.” Miguel huffs out a laugh but you know nothing is really funny right now. “Too damn long. I would’ve said something sooner but you were in a relationship… You looked happy.. I didn’t want to mess that up.”

“I wish you would’ve.” You confess.

Miguel’s mind must be playing tricks on him. He probably fell asleep when he was laying on his bed thinking about you earlier. That’s what this is, he thinks. There’s no way you said what you just said.

“What?” He says stupidly.

“I said,” You sit up straight and throw your legs over him to straddle his waist. “I wish you would’ve. You would’ve saved me a lot of time and a little bit of heartbreak.”

His head is spinning. He told you and you didn’t turn him away. Better yet, he can feel the weight of you holding his hips down because you’re on top of him telling him you feel the same. Wait. Do you feel the same?

“You have feelings.. for me?” Miguel asks from below you.

This big idiot, you think to yourself. If he didn’t get it in college of course he doesn’t get it now.

You lean down, pressing your chest to his and he groans softly. “I feel like I wanna kiss you. How about that?”

“Ok.” His hand holds the side of your chin and guides you to him. Your lips meet his it’s a soft kiss, you two are just getting to know each other intimately, and it’s sweet.

I kissed you softly and you yearned for more

His other hand finds your waist and urges you to grind on his erection. The bulge is rock hard even through all the layers of clothes but the friction is delicious against your aching clit. Your hips rock faster against him as your mouth falls open to spill a beautiful moan from the back of your throat. Miguel takes this opportunity to slip his tongue inside your mouth where he swirls it around and against yours.

Both of his hands grip your waist now. He helps you rub against him even when he pulls away to ask, “So is that a yes?”

“God,” You groan, breathless and nearing the edge, “For someone so smart you really act so dumb.”

Miguel’s bottom lip is caught between his teeth watching you use him like this to get off. “Need to— mm, need to hear you say it, nena. Please.”

“Yes, Miguel,” You mewl. That lazy grin appears on his face when he peers up at you. “Fuck. I have feelings for you.”

You’re so wet that you’re starting to glide against the seat of your panties but you can’t stop. Your movements are frenzied. You’re bouncing erratically on top of him with your hands on his throat not even caring if he can breathe. Miguel doesn’t care either he just wants to watch you come apart.

“Look at you, preciosa, you’re so close. Mmhm, so close I can see it on your face." Your hands around his throat have his voice so gravelly and thick with lust. It drives you crazy. Your release is building rapidly, quicker than you can keep up with. Miguel notices this right along with your movements getting sloppier.

"Don't stop baby," He chokes out.

"I won't." You promise with a whine. "Mig, I'm close."

"Yeah? Keep rubbing that pretty pussy on me like a good girl. I wanna see you cum so fucking bad.”

You want to please him, do everything he says, be a good girl for him. So you obey with a whimper. "Oh my god, Miggy. You feel so good." You completely fall apart on top of him, eyes fluttered closed, mouth wide open letting those pretty little moans escape you. He can't get enough but he holds back until he can get inside you.

"Así, baby, that's it. Back and forth, just like that. Tan perfecto, chula. My good girl. So perfect for me." Your hips have a mind of their own, still rocking against his bulge while your ride it out until they slow to a stop.

"C'mere." Miguel sits upright and grabs your chin to bring you into a searing kiss. This one is much different from the first. It's filthier. He's hungrier. You can barely keep your head up. Both of you moan into each other's mouths. His hands are everywhere on you. He sucks your tongue into his mouth with a delicious groan. You had no idea he was like this.

"You don't know how long I've been wanting to do something like that." Miguel pants into the crook of your neck.

"I think I may have some idea." You chuckle breathlessly.

"Let's get you out of these leggings so I can paint a better picture for you." He slyly starts tugging the waistband. You hardly put up a fight and raise up so he can pull them down your legs along with your panties.

"Can you lay back for me, pretty girl?" He can tell you love all these pet names so he keeps using them. “Need to taste you.”

kissin’ on your thighs under moonlight

You lay back with a pillow under your back to prop you up and your head settled on the arm rest. Miguel dives between your legs to plant wet kisses all up and down your inner thighs. You sigh in complete bliss while threading your fingers in his wavy locks. Your legs drape over his shoulders and his thick arms encircle your thighs, the palms of his hand ensure your legs can’t close without his say so.

searching your body with my tongue, girl, all night

"Estás tan mojada, nena. I'm starting to think you might like me or something." Miguel jokes. There's a comeback ready to go on the tip of your tongue but it dies in your throat the moment he places a wet smack of a kiss on your clit.

"Ohhh.." Is all you can say. His tongue parts your lips in a deep swipe at your core. Over and over again he repeats. Sometimes he stops to suckle your clit into his mouth. He loves the way you taste, way better than he ever imagined. You grip the strands of his hair tighter and bring his face closer to your pussy which elicits a groan from him.

"You like using me to cum, don't you?" You nod helplessly. That isn't good enough for him though. "Be a good girl, use your words."

Emboldened, you stroke his cheek and reply, "Yes, Miguel I like using you like a little fucktoy."

His smile is a wicked curve. He always did love it when you two went back and forth with each other. "There she is."

"Mhm. Now spit on it and make a mess for me, cariño." You order him sweetly. You’re so wet that you don’t really need it but he complies. His warm saliva lands right on your clit and the impact makes you mewl.

Miguel wants it on every inch of your cunt, his tongue spreads and laves it all over you mixing with your slickness. The taste, god just the taste of you makes him drool even more. He’s fucked his fist more than a few times to this exact thought before. Each time has led to a mess between his thighs, on his fingers and on his chest.

You hold his head to you with both hands bucking upwards into his mouth. So needy and desperate, Miguel thinks. He loves to see you so into it.

“That’s my good girl, mm.” He kisses your pussy between licking and sucking. “So needy.. fucking my face like this so you can cum all over my mouth.”

“Yesss.” You cry softly. That’s exactly what you want. “Hold your tongue out.”

Every command from you is a direct call to action for Miguel so he obeys. You grind against it and he moves his head with you, lapping like a dog at a water bowl. He pants like one too from holding his mouth open for you.

Your thighs tighten around his head, one hand goes to your breast to squeeze and the other stays in his hair to guide him. His wet tongue is stiff against your clit and just barely slips into you when he reaches your opening. Those shallow thrusts and swirls against you have you seeing stars.

“I’m close, I’m close, I’m—” Your sentence is cut off by a gasp and then the loudest moan you’ve made all night. Miguel clamps his lips around you and sucks hard. Your orgasm is searing. Tears prick the corner of your eyes. You don’t stop flopping until Miguel’s lips let go of your bundle of nerves.

He gazes up at you from between your legs, eyes meeting your fucked out expression.

"You're so fucking sexy, you know that baby?" Miguel presses kisses all over your thighs and lower stomach then finally on your lips. You cradle his head in your hands. His tongue swirls into your mouth giving you a taste of yourself.

“Think you can give me one more?”

Your bottom lip wobbles. “I need you insi—”

Just then, your phone rings. It’s Brian. Everything you and Miguel have done in the past twenty minutes comes back to you in a flash.

Miguel can tell just by your reaction who’s calling. “Answer it.”

“No! I don’t want to talk to him right now!” Your phone is still vibrating in your hand.

“Why not?” Miguel grins. He knows damn well why not.

“Because we— I can’t just— No!” You toss your phone to the opposite end of the couch. It stops ringing once it lands on the cushion. You let out a sigh of relief.

“Don’t tell me you’re having regrets?”

“No! Never I just didn’t expect him to call. It feels like he knows what we did.”

“Let’s tell him what we did.” Miguel runs his hand along your side, peeking under the fabric of your shirt. You shudder. His breath fans across your neck as he whispers “Leave out the guess work.”

You’re putty in his hands, pliant and eager. “Miguel—”

Your phone rings again. You try to reach it but it’s in Miguel’s hand before you can get to it. His finger hovers over the green answer button.

“You want me inside you?” He asks, holding you by the throat.

“Please..” You plead, eyes looking up at him through your lashes.

“End it. Because I have no intention to share you.” He places the phone in your hand. You answer just before the last ring.

“H-Hello?” Shit. You already sound guilty.

“Speaker.” Miguel mouths. You press it so that both of you can hear.

“Be honest with me, are you at Miguel’s place right now?” That makes you snap. Not even a hello in response. Not a Happy Anniversary. Just inquiries of your whereabouts.

“I.. cannot believe you right now, Brian.” You’re frowning hard but Miguel’s scowl has you beat.

“We talked about this, babe, I don’t like you being around him so much.. I don’t trust him.” Miguel scoffs. He has every reason not to given what you two have done today but that’s not the point

You are irate and vengeful now. Hell hath no fury quite like yours.

“Fine! Yes I’m at Miguel’s, Brian! Do you wanna know why I’m at Miguel’s? Because you forgot our fucking anniversary! All day I waited for you to say or do something to even acknowledge it but you didn’t so yes! Yes I went to his place in hopes that he would cheer me up! And he did!” You chuckle mirthlessly.

“He let me fuck his face, Brian. I guess you can say that cheered me up a little but I’m still a little hurt from what you did to me.”

“I’m sorry, baby, please don’t do this. I love you.. God, I’ll make it up to you I swear. Just let me make it right, please. I’m so fucking sorry.” Brian pleads. He actually does sound a little sorry. That’s too bad. Maybe it would’ve worked in the past but you’re over it now.

“Oh, I bet you are.” Your lips form a pout even though he can’t see you.

“It’s a little too late for that because,” You look to Miguel who’s watching you with lust-heavy, half-lidded eyes. “Now he’s gonna let me ride him. Isn’t that right, baby?”

“Mhm.” Miguel confirms. His arms wrap around you and he lifts you off the couch. “Gonna make it all better, nena.”

“See?” You tell Brian. “He’s gonna make it all better. Don’t worry about me anymore, we’re done.” You hang up not even caring to hear his response and drop your phone on the couch.

“Take me to your bed.”

“Sí, señora.” Miguel is practically floating up the steps as he carries you. This couldn’t have gone any better. You want him and he wants you and nothing else is in the way of you being together.

He places you down on his bed and reaches for the hem of your shirt to lift it over your head. The sight of your tits makes him groan. You’re going to be the death of him.

“Your turn, Mig, shirt off.” You don’t have to tell him twice. His t-shirt gets lifted above his head and discarded to the corner of the room. Your eyes rake over his chest unabashedly. It feels good to shamelessly stare at him the way you used to try not to. Dammit he looks good.

“Shorts too.” Your voice is a little shakier this time. A fresh helping of arousal pumps through you now that has you crossing your thighs.

He goes for the waistband about to tug them down when your hand catches his. “Wait! Let me..” Miguel raises his hands amused. You hook your fingers into his shorts and slide them down.

His fully erect length springs up against his stomach. He’s already leaking from earlier when you bounced on it through his athletic shorts.

“My, what a big cock you have.” You gasp dramatically.

He decides to play along. “The better to fuck you with, querida.” It makes you giggle. You lean back into the pillows and he follows you like a predator. He slides behind you so that your back is to his chest and his head rests in the crook of your neck.

“What big hands you have.” You spread your legs wide allowing his hands to run along your inner thighs.

“The better to stuff this greedy little pussy with.” He pats your center with a flat hand. Your head falls back against his shoulder when his fingers begin to draw lazy circles, spreading your wetness all over your clit and puffy lips.

“I need them inside of me, Miggy.” Your eyes plead better than your mouth. He can see that you’re desperate to be filled.

“Keep your eyes on me.” Miguel sucks his ring and middle fingers into his mouth and slowly plunges them into you until they reach the hilt. All without breaking eye contact.

“Mm.” Your face scrunches up a little in discomfort, his fingers are so much bigger than yours that it feels like three maybe four.

“Mírame.” He kisses the furrow in your brow. You open your eyes again to find his reddish-brown ones admiring you. “Just like that. You’re doing so good f’me, baby.”

“I’m so full.” You whimper up at him. The stretch is so tight but so good that your eyes start to glaze over.

“Ya sé,” He kisses your plush lips. “That’s what you wanted, right? This dripping pussy. You just want it stuffed full until you can’t think anymore, hm? Is that why you pulled my fingers right in?” Your mouth falls open but no sound comes out.

“Answer me.” Miguel chuckles lightly. He knows you can’t. He can feel you growing wetter by the second, his fingers start to glide easier against your spongy walls. “Tell me how good it feels, bebé.”

He nips at your neck for not answering fast enough. “So good,” you choke out, “It’s so good, Mig.” You clutch the back of his neck and watch his fingers go in and out. Faster and faster.

“You hear how you sound around my fingers? They’re drenched, baby. Listen.” The loud squelching noise it makes upon every re-entry makes you sheepish.

“Ahh! I’m close, baby!”

“De veras?” Miguel tuts and pulls his fingers out. “Can’t have that, baby.”

“Miguel.” You whine. Frustrated isn’t even the word.

“Next time you cum, it’s going to be around my cock not my fingers. That’s what you really want anyway. C’mon, bring your leg over.” Miguel lays down and pulls you on top of him to straddle.

“I’ve thought about this a million times.” He grabs his dick and tugs up and down in languid strokes. “Now I get to make it real.”

You can see him leaking precum from his tip. You wonder how it will all fit. You can’t wait for him to try.

“No condom?” You ask breathlessly. It's not an issue for you, you're just shocked.

“I’ll pull out baby, I promise. Lift up for me.”

Your hips lift just enough for you to grab him at the base, line his tip with your entrance and slowly sink down. “Fuck, inch by inch, baby, you can take it. I know you can.” Miguel coaxes you further down until you bottom out.

“Ohh..” You both moan loudly at the feeling of him all the way inside you.

“That’s it baby, good fucking girl.” Miguel praises. His hands rub up and down the sides of your body while you get used to the stretch. You can feel every vein and every twitch of his cock inside of you. “Tell me when to move.”

“Slow.” You tell him. “It’s been a while.”

His hands hold your hips steady while you lift up slowly to the tip and back down to his base. “Dios.” He groans almost winded already. You repeat the action a little faster loving the way it sounds when he stuffs you full.

“Your pussy feels like heaven around me, bebé. Just like I knew it would. I love watching you bounce on me.”

All you can do is moan at his filthy words. You love it when he talks to you like this. You bounce up and down a little faster with the help of his hands on your hips. You can feel the tip of his dick kiss your cervix with each thrust.

“Don’t get quiet on me, nena, tell me how it feels.”

“So deep, Miggy.” Your head is thrown back from all the pleasure building up inside but you can hardly articulate any of it.

“Ay, pobrecita is that all you can say?” His poor baby, so cock drunk that she can barely hold her head up.

“You see how good it feels to be mine? Aren’t you so glad you belong to me now?” Miguel pistons his hips up into you throwing you off your rhythm. You fall forward onto his chest while he continues to fuck you.

“Nobody else gets to have you. You’re my angel,” The sound of his thighs slapping against yours gets louder and harsher while he whispers to you. “Don’t you ever fucking leave me.”

“I won’t.” You promise meekly.

“Good. I would lose my mind.” He shifts into an upright position and brings you with him. “Wrap your legs around me.”

You follow his orders, resettling onto his lap. The new position hits a spot deep inside you that has you curling your toes behind his back. “I’m close, Miguel. Let me cum please.”

“Do it, hermosa, I wanna feel you cum around my cock so bad.” Miguel encourages, rolling your hips against him.

That feeling that’s been building up in the pit of your stomach washes over you completely, making you gush around him. You bite his shoulder to keep from screaming at the top of your lungs as your orgasm shudders through you. Your pretty gasps for air fill his ear.

He holds you close while you ride it out, making sure your hips keep a steady rhythm for him. The sound of him entering you is so much louder now with your extra wetness.

"Keep going for me, amor, I’m almost there. M’gonna put a baby in you so everyone knows who you belong to."

"Shit, Miguel." You clench tighter around him at the idea. He picks up on it of course.

"You like that? M’gonna cum so deep inside you and I want you to take all of it. Tell me you want it."

"I want it, baby." You grab his chin and look into his eyes. "Please. I want you to fill me up so, so, so bad. I need it."

"Oh fuck, oh fuck." Miguel's thrusts get sloppier as he grunts harshly. "Only you get to have my cum, nena. It's yours, fuck, it's yours."

You feel him shoot off thick ropes of cum deep inside your pussy. His chest heaves as he catches his breath but his hold of you remains. It's tighter even, like he's afraid to let you go.

His lips kiss the top of your head. "Mine."

"Yours." You reply.

we experienced pleasure unparalleled into an ocean of love, we both fell

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