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★ 彡 SEVEN DAYS A WEEK. ✧ MIGUEL O'HARA { I }

✮ main summary. . miguel has this crazy idea of having consistent sex with you for seven days - a whole week - of your time. could you survive that?

✮ chapter 01 summary. . it started with a crazy idea from miguel proposing to start the day of the week with a bang.

✮ cw. . explicit content (18+), sexual intercourse, mutual masturbation, missionary, mating press.

✮ tags. . modern + roommates au, situationship with miguel, forced proximity, unspoken mutual pining. divider creds: cafekitsune.

✮ wc. . 2,129

Miguel: Could you meet me in the living room when you return for a few minutes? There’s something I want to talk to you about.

That was the text message you received from Miguel when you finished loading the car with groceries. He doesn’t elaborate anything further than that which has you curious.

You begin to think of what Miguel possibly wishes to talk to you about. The two of you get along well as roommates, having shared the same house for a good two and a half years. Miguel is an attractive man and there were times when the attraction turned into temptation of lust. It’s difficult to ignore the attraction that’s been lingering between the two of you. The side glances from a distance, the proximity of skin and heat whenever a part of each other’s body brushes against one another. Both your patience snapped one night which led to the two of you ripping each other’s clothes and locked up in his bedroom for a long night of sex.

You didn’t think in your life you would immediately get addicted to the way Miguel fucks you. But you did. You would feel empty, alone unless he fills you up to the brim. It embarrassed you initially because you’ve always held yourself back from being intimate with anyone. And you don’t want things to get awkward between you and Miguel, consider you get along with him before the hook-up.

After discussing with him, you and Miguel come to a mutual agreement having a beneficial relationship of being roommates who fuck each other whenever it’s convenient. In other words, an arrangement of casual sex.

You begin to unload your things from the car into the shared apartment. The house is still empty and most likely. Miguel would still be at work even though his working hours were over not long ago. Maybe he’s running late for the time being.

You proceed to unload the groceries in the kitchen, putting away the dry and packed foods in the cupboards and the fresh foods in the fridge. And since you have time to spare until Miguel gets back, you de-stress yourself by taking a shower.

When you’re done and freshen up, you head downstairs and ready to settle in the living room to watch something on the TV, when you hear the front door unlock. You know that he’s back and it’s roughly the right time he usually does.

“Hey, welcome home.”

When he enters the living room, Miguel calls your name to greet you, then walks past into the joined kitchen. You follow him into the kitchen, seeing his muscles flex under his white-sleeved shirt as he opens up the fridge door. “How was work today?”

“It’s a pretty good day, surprisingly,” Miguel responds. He unpacks his lunch box, cleans it up, and then puts it away. The way he does it feels so domesticating to you and it warms your heart a little.

“I got your message,” you say. “You said that there’s something that you want to talk to me about?”

Miguel stops to look at you. The corner of his lips curves into a smirk. “Si, hermosa,” he begins. “It’s about our arrangement.”

The tone of his voice makes you pay attention to him fully. A part of you fears that he wishes to stop being beneficial roommates, possibly he could have found someone else more to his taste. Or maybe he’s in a committed relationship. You wish what he wishes to talk to you about is because of either. Your heart drums in your chest uncomfortably. You’ve had feelings for him for months and you don’t think that you’re ready to hear the news of spending less time with him.

“What about our arrangement?” You ask.

“It’s nothing bad, I promise,” Miguel says. He must have sensed your nervousness. “It’s a good discussion, depending on how you see it.” The man adds with a soft chuckle.

His words puzzle you. It doesn’t sound like it would be as bad as you thought it would be, much to your relief. You feel your shoulders relax but you barely recover from the tension the moment Miguel tells you his reason for wanting to talk to you.

“What do you think of us having sex together for a whole week?”

It takes you a whole minute of silence for you to process the information. “You want us to do it… for seven days straight?” You say with a disbelief tone. “Are you out of your mind, Miguel?”

The smirk on his face tells you that he is serious. You’re someone who needs rest for a day or two to recover from an intense session of sex. But Miguel is someone who can go round after round in a day. Because sex with him is usually intense and leaves you a little shakier than you could cope. You don’t know how you could survive doing it for the whole week.

“For seven days straight,” He repeats.

You couldn’t help but laugh contemptuously at the absurdity. “That’s not what I signed up for when we hooked up.” You say. “In what world do you think that this is a good idea? Do we even have the time to do that?”

Well, considering that you and Miguel have worked around the past several months, you know that the two of you can figure something out. More like, Miguel would find a way. Despite it sounds like it’s a sexacation (vacation of sex) that is too good to be true, your schedule and Miguel’s don’t always align. You both work and have other commitments not related to casual sex. It’s the reason why sex is usually reserved for Friday nights and weekends when you’re both free.

“We’ll make time, chica,” Miguel smirks. “Come on, it’ll be fun.”

You shake your head, still in disbelief. “Not so sure about that.”

“You don’t think I can pull it off?” He asks in confidence.

“I think you’re insane,” you say before leaving the kitchen to go to the living room.

Miguel calls your name and he follows you behind. “It would only be just for one week. You think that you wouldn’t enjoy having sex with me for a week?”

You turn to face him and he is right behind you. “Fine, prove it.”

Miguel smirks and he doesn’t hesitate for a second. He pulls you by the waist and back of your head, taking you in a passionate kiss. It’s a little rushed and confrontational. His mouth moves in a slow rhythm whilst his hands roam your body, pulling and grabbing. It takes one kiss— a taste of his lips— and your head is spinning in a whirlwind.

You’re moved to the sofa as Miguel carries you in his arms. “I’ll go easy on you, hermosa,” Miguel whispers against your lips. He goes forward on you again and deepens the kiss for a brief moment before he pulls away again. His tongue drags you to feel his heated mouth. You try to chase after his lips as Miguel hovers above you, teasing your mouth.

“It’s Monday today, so let’s start with something easy first.” He says. “Masturbation rhymes with Monday, hm?” Miguel nuzzles his nose against yours. “Then missionary, mating…”

“You’re unbelievable.” You whisper against his lips. Though it doesn’t stop you from clinging onto him. Holding him by his biceps.

“Is that a yes?” Miguel smirks. He drags his hands from your sides down to your hips, moving his hand across your lower belly down between your legs. It makes your breath hitch when his hand touches over your shorts. His fingers tracing your clothed cunt. “To our first challenge?”

You couldn’t help but chuckle, pulling him into a needy kiss. Miguel takes this as a yes and his fingers curl onto the band of your shorts, while your hand does the same to his pants. You return the favour by groping him gently, rubbing your palm on his semi-hard bulge, and you hear Miguel groan against your lips. Both your shorts and his pants are taken off and left discarded somewhere in the room, followed by the rest of your attire of shirts, undies and briefs.

“Dios mío, would you look at that?” Miguel says with a smirk on his face.

“Shut up.” You mumble. You don’t need to look at yourself to know what he’s talking about—you know that you’re already wet. When Miguel glides his fingers between your folds—all aroused and slippery–you groan softly at the feeling. One of your hands goes to his cock, thumb toying with the tip of its head as you begin to jerk him off. The other begins to start stroking his girth.

“Fuck.” Miguel nips on your neck at the area below your ear. With his fingers rubbing your cunt and you stroking his cock, you’re both in a mess. Pleasuring each other in sync. The more Miguel rubs down your clit, the more you moan and the faster you move your hand up and down his length. The neediness grows in the room and every touch feels so good. Your body responds to his touch, making your toes curl and thighs tremble.

“Mierda, that’s it, baby. Shit.” Miguel groans. He rubs your cunt faster as you get wetter that it squelches. You try to keep up with the pace and give as much pleasure with every stroke as he touches your clit and labia. The build-up pleasure creeps him out when you clutch one of your hands on his forearms.

It becomes too much, both of you moaning and gasping against each other’s lips. The neediness shows when you feel close to orgasm and Miguel’s cock throbbing in your hand. You feel your lips brush against his lips in a heated kiss, his hand which was playing with your cunt, is pulled away and now holding your hips. He pulls away and stares at you before grabbing his cock and rubbing it against your slit, letting you feel the tip that sends the urge of needing him inside of you.

“Don’t move,” Miguel tells you. He holds onto your legs by your calves, opening yourself up to him a bit more. Miguel almost loses his composure when he feels you engulf him with your warm heat because of how wet you’re already from the masturbation. All wet and perfect for him, making him groan when he bottoms out, and gasp from you.

The two of you are still for a moment before Miguel starts thrusting. His cock fills you up so nicely and it hits your G-spot and rubs your clit with every stroke. You always clench around him with each thrust and Miguel loves it, seeing you writhing and moaning because of him. You’re clutching your nails on his back as his hips move continuously. Moaning and whining his name at how deep he thrusts into you. The way Miguel raises your hips and settles your lower body on his thighs angles him to fuck deeper into you. Making your back arch in pleasure and your body writhe.

“Fuck, fuck, nena,” Miguel moans above you. Gripping onto the sofa cushion he feels himself over to the edge of orgasm. “Doing this with you for a whole week is going to be the best thing in my life.”

“Miguel,” you whine. His stamina is greater than yours so you’re not surprised that he can keep up thrusting into you. You tighten with each movement, the room grows hotter as both you and Miguel move in a pleasant, constant wave.

Both your legs are propped up in the air and placed on his shoulders. Miguel angles you a little higher as he holds onto your legs by your thighs. Feeling your ass cheeks on his hips. Your body tenses and back arches when Miguel doesn’t slow down his thrusts. Grunting as he speeds up and repeatedly hits your sweet spot. “You’re going to come so much like this,” Miguel pants.

And he’s right. Because your body twitches the moment you feel a strong wave of orgasm coursing through you. Miguel doesn’t slow down when you release and his thrusts feel urgent. Slapping himself onto you and ramming in your cunt until his cock twitches, soon spilling his come inside you with a loud moan.

The two of you are out of breath. Miguel gently puts down your legs onto the sofa though his cock is still nestled inside you. You’re both looking at each other, still feeling the effects of the climaxes. “Same time again for tomorrow?” He asks.

You sigh and lean back against the armrest, feeling out of breath. Even then, you still manage to make a joke regarding the situation. “Same position tomorrow?”

“A different one every day.” Miguel chuckles. “You’ll find out soon enough.”

He smiles and leans forward to plant a kiss on your forehead and it sends a rush of warmth to your core. It’s not meant to be a tender display of affection, but it doesn’t help that it still makes your heart skip a beat. “Now, are you hungry for dinner tonight?”

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