u asked for smutty thoughts abt miguel o'hara? squirting. there's not enough content about him reacting to/making reader squirt and it's honestly a little tragic
oh my god. yes. please. I need this, like right now. we need more of him and squirting, it's not tragic anon...it's a crime!
pairing || miguel o'hara x fem!reader
warnings || smug obviously, squirting, oral (f receiving), Miguel being a menace, overstimulation if you squint
note || send more, I need more of Miguel! that man is a walking sin, please comment/reblog and follow!
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Pleasure, pleasure was the only thing you could feel. Miguel lapped on your cunt like a starved man, his hands gripping your thighs.
Your hands were threaded into his brown locks, holding onto them for support. He pushed in as deep as possible, concentrating on curling his tongue against your sensitive spot which had your eyes roll into the back of your head.
“You taste amazing, cariño,” he mumbled into your drenched cunt, face glistening with your juice. Miguel pressed his thumb on your bundle of nerves, drawing tight circles.
Wanting to buck your hips up against him but being quickly shut down by the hungry man between your legs, “you stay right here,” he ordered.
A tight knot formed in your body, one you couldn’t quite place as it wasn’t the usual orgasm feeling. No, it felt stranger but still like a feeling that needed relief and just as the thought of relief crossed your mind your juice spilled out against Miguel’s face.
You didn’t react, you didn’t know what had just happened, your mouth was wide open and everything that came from your mouth was a loud moan. The feeling of finally letting go overtaking you.
Miguel looked at you with pure adoration, “mierda,” he groaned, continuing working on your cunt. It was pure heaven for him, you tasted divine to him and he could never get enough.
"Making such a mess for me cariño," he said with a smirk. Your moans had turned into cries and tears streamed down your cheeks. Everything was too much, Miguel didn't stop his movements.
If anything you squirting spurred him on, "Miguel, fuck," you nearly screamed when you felt the feeling again.
Your mind was too hazy to know what you did, you only knew how good it felt. The burning sensation made you tighten your walls around Miguel's tongue. Said man knew exactly what was about to happen again.
Pulling away from your cunt he replaced his tongue with his fingers. Instead his mouth latched onto your thigh, sucking on your skin.
Your whole body twitched, back arching, hands gripping the sheets. God, you couldn't string one thought. Miguel saw it on your face, the way your eyes scrunched together, lips parting to release each cry.
He could swear it was the most beautiful sight he ever saw, but he needed you to squirt again. Needed to taste you once more.
Without hesitation he bit into your thigh, with his sharp fangs. No venom was to come from them, but oh, how you loved the pain they brought you, practically thriving in it.
"Miguel, please, I-," you were never able finish that sentence as your second orgasm washed over you. "Look at you," Miguel whispered as he watched your juice spraying from your cunt. He pushed his mouth back on your cunt, making sure to catch every last drop.
"Yes, yes, make a mess of my face cariño," you couldn't even hear him, your ears felt numb, your body filled with exhaustion, "just like that," he mused, his cock now rock hard from the sight of you.
"I need to make you squirt every time now, cariño," he told you proudly.
You mumbled something that no one could understood, too fucked out by him. However he didn't care, no he hosted you up on his lap. Your sensitive cunt hitting his cock, "god, Miguel." A low chuckle rumbled from his chest, "there is no god cariño, only me and I'm gonna have you squirting till the sun rises."
That was a promise he intended to keep…and did.
and I —
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Miguel meets Disco-Spider Diane
Miguel: Losing my daughter was one of the hardest things I've ever experienced. I long for children everyday and seeing Peter and Mayday physically hurts-
Diane: So just make one???
Miguel:... What?
Diane: I said, just make one?? You can do that.
Miguel: No, I can't.
Diane: Did you make that little yellow watch chick?
Miguel:.... Lyla? Yes, but-
Diane: So what's the problem? Just make a little girl then. Seems like you're overcomplicating it-
Miguel: Lyla is an algorithm. She's a HOLOGRAM. I can't touch her and hold her and tuck her in at night like a child.
Diane: Yeah, you're probably right.
Miguel:...
Diane: Now-hold-tha-damn-phone, Ain't I JUST see a little black girl doing all that, though? We even hugged and stuff?? Sista said her name was Margo, she might be able to help you-
Miguel: Diane, cut it out. I can't make a daughter like that. She wouldn't be my real daughter-
Diane: But Gabbie wasn't even your real daughter.
Miguel: That's it, give me back the watch.
Diane: Sir, do you want the child or not-
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**sighs**
I’ll never get tired of posting this playlist and cover art😍🥰.
I’ve done some vibe updating lovelies 👀♥️.
Current Vibe Check (and deep in my feels):
I’m in my angsty feels y’all👀😩! This song will do it every time. Must fight the urge to make my readers tear up. Chile lemme see about this rough draft right quick🤷🏾♀️**deep sigh**.
Then there’s this:
LovelyFluffyFeels♥️.
And dis:
Right back to Da AngstySavageBishFeels.
Lawd and this:
SexyBishVibes💦.
Christina ‘bout to mess around and make ya girl finish writing part four.
Y’all should peep this playlist. Many different emotions😩.
Uh-oh, Queen Rih-Rih crept thru the door and said Aht, Aht!
SavageModeRihActivated😈:
Hope y’all enjoyed this burst of randomness. You’ve just witnessed my overactive imagination pop out😆😂🤣.
Here Come Queen Bey…AND IT’s ALL UP IN YOUR MIND😩🤦🏾♀️!
Lemme go write, sheesh!
P.S. The tags though😆.
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