#ftm!miguel o'hara

[c-nstellati-ns]

miguel on top desperately riding u and begging u to take over n pound him through the floorboards

ftm!miguel o'hara x reader

a/n — avid pussy enjoyer here

"Here? Now?" You mutter under your breath, a small grin on your face as you feel him push you down against the floor roughly. It didn't bother you at all, really— it was just a tad amusing seeing him so desperate like this. He was usually quite well put together, but this was something different.

"Yeah, and?" Miguel says with a scoff, letting out a breathy sigh when he grinds his hips against your own. His head tilts back, and you see his the eyes of his mask squinting slightly when your crotches meet. You both were supposed to go around the different multiverses and make sure things were okay, but clearly, Miguel had a different idea. Sure, the mission had been boring so far since there wasn't much going awry around, but you didn't think it would lead to... this. He had pulled you into an abandoned building to talk privately, he said... what a conversation this was.

You passed your hands over his thighs, gently squeezing the mixture of muscle and fat of them. Power rippled underneath the skin, much more than you'd ever seen. Everything about the man on top of you screamed strength and intelligence. You admired that about him.

"Miguel, mi amor... They're going to come looking for us if we do this. This can wait a bit, can't it?" You tried to be the voice of reason, but a particularly hard roll of the man's hips shut you up real quick. You can feel his core twitch against you, already slick with arousal against your half hard cock.

"Let them find us." Miguel says, voice heavy and dripping with need. He was getting impatient. You watch as he grabs the bottom half of both your suits, his claws digging in deep before tearing away at the fabric without a care in the world. That'll be very annoying to fix later, you think to yourself, but his hands distract you very quickly. "We haven't been left alone all damn week, I need this now or else I'll go crazy." He growls lowly and you can imagine him baring his fangs underneath his mask.

You lean back onto the hardwood floor with a sigh, "That's true, isn't it?" May as well let him use you to his hearts content so he gets his fill.

He quickly works you to full hardness, thumb swiping over your weeping tip. If he weren't more careful, Miguel would have scratched your dick off. You were thankful. To show your appreciation, your hand slide down his thigh and made its way to his exposed cunt. You let out a pleased noise seeing how positively dripping he is for you already. You rub a circle over his clit, gently nudging the sensitive bundle. You're just about to slip your fingers into his folds when he stops you. Miguel tightens his grip onto your wrists before pinning them down above your head.

"You take too long." He mutters, lifting his hips up and guiding your cock into him. You hear a low hiss from him when your tip brushes against his clit, but that quickly turns into a noise of pleasure from the both of you as you slip inside. He feels absolutely heavenly around you, it takes everything within you to not break out of his grip to fuck up into his tight pussy.

Miguel was in control, you told yourself, for now.

You both sit there for a moment, relishing in the moment. Miguel's head is tilted back, a low groan threatening to rip itself from his throat whenever you shifted your hips.

"Deberías darte prisa, cariño. No quieres que nadie nos vea así, ¿verdad?" You purr at him, purposely using whatever little leverage you had to thrust lightly into him. You brushed right over Miguel's sweetspot, so close yet so far.

Miguel let out a frustrated groan and grabbed his mask, ripping it off and truly, it was more beautiful than anything you've ever seen. His cheeks were flushed, hair messy and sticking to his face with each heavy pant that falls from his lips. His fangs were threatening to rip through his lower lip from how hard he was biting down onto it. You'd tease him more if you could.

"¿Alguna vez sabes cuándo cerrar la boca, hijo de puta?" Miguel spits out, lifting his hips up and slamming down onto your cock roughly. It strikes all the good places within him and he lets out a soft moan. He eventually lets go of your wrists to steady himself on your shoulders, letting you grab ahold of his hips. The more you complied, the better it would be for the both of you.

Miguel must've wanted this bad because the way he squeezes down onto you when he lifts himself up leaves you breathless. Like he's determined to milk you dry. At first, his quick, rough pace was working until his hips began to stutter with each stroke of your thick cock within him. His legs were straining and his pace was getting sloppy. You knew what this meant.

With a small smile on your face, you passed a hand over his abdomen. "Struggling a little, hermoso? I can help you..." You muttered, planting your feet flat on the ground and thrust up into him firmly. It knocks the breath out of the man and he about collapses onto you. You can feel his claws digging into your shoulders, tearing at your suit but you didn't care anymore. You loved the wild look in his eyes, it was unlike anything you've ever seen.

After a bit of consideration, he growls out, "Fine. You owe me." If it meant fucking that pretty pussy of his again in the future, you'd do anything he'd ask.

Wordlessly, you flipped him onto his back with ease— warming something in the pits of Miguel's belly. He was glad you were strong.

You immediately leaned in to kiss him, starting off sweet but ending up sloppy as always. Miguel bites at your lips as if he were a man starved, his fang nicking your bottom lip and the taste of metal spreading throughout the kiss. You pulled away for a second before he pulled you back in desperately, wrapping his arms around your neck to keep you close. You were glad you didn't need air as frequently as any other human would.

While you kissed, you guided yourself back into him, sliding in with ease. This finally gets him to pull away from the kiss, a soft moan falling from his swollen lips. "D-date prisa, dios— no puedo soportarlo más." He says breathlessly, his eyelids fluttering when he felt your tip brush against that spot within him. He lets go of your neck and squeezes your shoulders, spreading his legs out further. What a whore.

You chuckle and set that same rough pace from before that you know he loves so much. "Telling me to hurry up, huh? Didn't you start this, Miguelito? You wanted this." You say with a cruel grin, emphasising your words with strikes to his cunt that leave Miguel speechless. You thumb at his clit again as you move, pressing against that bundle of nerves in all the right way.

He was so wet, absolutely dripping from just your words. Each smack of skin against skin and Miguel's helpless moans resonates through the room, the air thick with the scent of sex and blood.

"I bet you would just love it if I got you knocked up, huh?" You coo, a strangled sob coming from the man beneath you, "Te encantaría llevar a mis bebés, ¿no? Wanna see you all round with my kin, then maybe then you'd calm down and take a break finally, huh?" Your words are absolute filth and Miguel is eating up every bit of it.

You can feel your gut tightening up and with the way you're feeling him clench around you whilst making your back his own personal scratch post— it's safe to assume he's about to cum too.

"Gonna cum, mi amor. Where do you want it?" You ask, slowing down to a grinding halt to get his attention.

Miguel's voice is hoarse but he sobs out, "Inside— Adentro, por favor. Los amo tanto, quiero a sus bebés... Por favor, por favor, los necesito, los amo—" You shush him with a sweet kiss, one that leaves him absolutely wrecked. His lashes are wet with unshed tears, threatening to slip the harder you fucked him into the floor.

"Anything for you, sweet thing." You mutter softly into the kiss, wiping away his tears away.

You kiss his face a couple times before taking ahold of one of his hands to keep him grounded. You pushed him down into a mating press, the new angle successfully driving Miguel insane as you drove so deep within him.

You rubbed against his clit as you fucked into him like it was your last day on earth, watching the oh so stoic Miguel O'Hara unravel into a begging, whimpering mess underneath you.

You can feel his cunt squeezing down onto you and before you know it, he orgasms. That was enough for the pressure within you to finally snap, cock twitching as you emptied a thick, hot load into him. You continued moving within him, making sure every last drop of your release was pumped into him before eventually slowing down to a stop.

You were both absolutely fucked out, Miguel moreso than you. Tears and droll stained his face and you couldn't help but be proud of yourself. You leaned in to kiss him, muttering a soft 'good boy' under your breath. He kissed you back softly this time, low purrs coming from him as you showered him with praise and affection.

This was all interrupted when Miguel's watch beeped and small hologram of Jessica appeared.

"You two lovebirds finished patrolling yet? We have a situation that needs to be taken care of." She says with a hum, a slightly smug look on her face. She knew. Of course, she did.

"We'll be there in five." Miguel said roughly, his voice completely shot.

"Oh, and try to clean up before you get here, please? We don't anyone seeing-"

"WE'LLBETHEREINFIVEBYE." Miguel yells out, embarrassment clear in his face before closing the communication line. That woman would be the death of him. He lets out an irritated sigh and looks to you, slightly startled by the lovestruck look in your eyes.

Yeah, this would be the man you'd marry, you concluded.

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[yanderestarangel]

☆ 𝐇𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝!𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐎'𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐱 𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐁 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ☆

TW: Pure smut, NSFW, unprotected sex, rough sex, Daddykink, AFAB anatomy, vaginal sex, creampie, overstimulation, established relationship, a little fluff, Husband! Miguel O'Hara, description of Miguel's dick.

This man as a husband is a complete package, he loves you, is extremely faithful and does everything to see you happy. Miguel is the kind of husband who shows you for the whole world to see, how beautiful you are, how perfect your body is in the clothes he buys you (and there are many, believe me).

Miguel is the type of husband that if someone flirts with him, he will smile and try to be polite, he only has eyes for you and will never exchange a lifetime of pleasure, happiness and love for a passing adventure in bed, he is yes a sex-crazed animal but that only applies with you his libido is all for you, you turn him on but if it's someone else he'll refuse and come back into your arms.

"-Sorry Honey, I have a husband/wife, I'm a married man" -Miguel would say proudly while showing the thin wedding ring made of expensive material to the woman who flirted with him in the market line, while he did some shopping for you two .

Will wake you up with coffee in bed whenever he can, prepare to wake up to the sound of "Romeo Santos - Eres Mía" is Miguel's favorite song, as he sang happily and brought you your favorite food on a tray with a flower red on the side, then popping it into his mouth like a cheap heartthrob, making you laugh, he loves to hear you laugh, he loves to hear you laugh, he loves you.

♡ Miguel O'Hara is a Horny Husband!!! ♡

He will fuck you in every room in the house possible, over the kitchen counter, in the bathroom, on the living room floor, in the backyard, even on the ceiling if he can...and he can! after all this mf has super strength, prepare to get dizzy as he fucks you in angles and positions you didn't even know existed.

Miguel O'Hara is big... I mean Miguel's cock is 22 centimeters and very thick, with swollen side veins that pulsate and pump, you can see the glow coming off the darker tanned sensitive skin of his cock, with the tip of the member being a darker red matching the rest, as O'Hara's dick is darker than the rest of his body, and extremely beautiful a little crooked to the left, but little else, he uses this to give you more pleasure exploring with the hips.

He loves to see you submissive, he is the type who likes to dominate you with all the anger, passion, love and horny, every drop of his being loves to see you vulnerable and totally naked under his muscular body, he will feel a predator and you are the prey.

"-Look at you, mi amor, crying and trembling... So beautiful mi carinõ... And all mine, this pussy belongs to me..." -Miguel growled, his voice dripping desire and hunger, while looking at you from above below, with you totally sweaty and whimpering from the third denied orgasm that night, every time you came close to coming, O'Hara simply took his fingers out of your pussy and sneered, flashing your beautiful and dangerous fangs at you.

"-Do you really want to come? Beg me, beg me to fuck you, beg me to have your husband's dick inside that nice tight pussy of yours, come on (Y/N) beg, beg me like the good slut you are."

After you whimper and beg, he will finally give in, thrusting his thick, pulsing shaft into you, moving with difficulty because your cock is too thick and you are too tight.

"-Mm, that's it, baby..."- Miguel spoke hoarsely and moaning softly, biting his lip, finally inside you while waiting for your pussy to adjust and take all of his cock.

"-Take daddy's cock deeply, feel every inch of me, you're doing so well (Y/N), such a good little whore for your Husband."

"-Say my name (Y/N)" -Miguel demanded, his voice authoritative and rough, as he slammed into you hard, his hips moving back and forth into your sensitive pussy as he used two fingers to massage your clit hard, making you cry out and squirm with the pleasurable and painful union of Miguel's fingers and cock.

"-Let everyone, the whole neighborhood know who's fucking you mercilessly, Shout out to me, who do you belong to? Shout out (Y/N), shout out to me...Fuck (Y/N)..." -Miguel groaned loud and serious, while he accelerated his hips again on you, leaving a trail of fluids from both of you, in his abdomen, member and groin.

"-You're driving Papi crazy... Hearing you talk like that, feeling your tight pussy squeezing me... it's too much, I'm not going to take much mi amor, you're going to make me come inside you and I'm going to fill your uterus all... until you're totally done with me."

"-Get ready (Y/N), I'm going to fuck you so hard you won't be able to breathe, let alone scream."

"-You're my fucking toy, mi muñeco/muñeca, I own every inch of your pussy, and I'll use it as I please."

"-You love it when I fuck you, don't you? You're a dirty slut (Y/N), Begging for more, craving my cock, You're insatiable, you like to satisfy your Husband? Hm? Tell me mi amor, me tell me you love having my thick cock jammed in your tight, needy pussy."

"-Fuck Mami/Papi... I'm close" -Miguel grumbled as he lifted one of your thighs, looking at your pussy glistening with juices, wet because of him as he thrust with all the strength he could at that moment, the rhythm increasingly erratic for the pleasure he was feeling with your vigorous grip.

"-Are you ready to take my cum (Y/N) Show me how much of a filthy little slut you really are." -Miguel speaks practically shouting, while he gives a last strong thrust, echoing the sound of his skins through the room and coming inside you with a wild and pleasurable growl.

He would fall on his side tired, but still erect and horny, Miguel's tanned body glistened with sweat while the brown hair fell on the spider man's forehead, glued to the skin by fatigue. If you ask him to ride him, he'll freak out and immediately agree, whether he's tired or not, ride this man soon, he needs another round.

"-Of course, baby... You can ride Papi's cock all you want. I want to feel your tight pussy slide down me, taking me deep inside." "-Stay on top of the thick cock daddy, let me see you get down on my cock, let me feel every inch of you."

"-Ride me, baby, yes fuck, that feels so good..." -Miguel spoke between moans, feeling your pussy on top of him, riding hard as you looked him deep in the eyes, watching your husband's face contort with pleasure As O'Hara threw your head back, squeezing your hips tightly as you moaned needfully, you could feel his cock pulsing with every squeeze of your pussy.

"-Take everything I have to give you. You feel so good on my cock, little one."

"-Fuck (Y/N), You're taking my cock so well, my obedient little slut. You're mine to use, to fuck, to pleasure, feel me dominating your tight little pussy, claiming it as mine."

[l1tw1ck]

The Fall of Spider-Man

bottom!ftm Miguel x top!masc!villain reader

🕷️ Word Count: 1,897 🕷️

AFAB Language Used

CW: Non-Con, Kidnapping, Lingerie, Fingering, Squirting, Cunnilingus, Overstimulation, Crying, Corruption, Creampie, Nipple Play, Pregnancy Mention, Stockholm Syndrome (Kinda?)

Miguel’s eyes shoot open. He immediately analyzes his surroundings. He’s tied up and on the floor. He can't see anything but he can tell he’s wearing lingerie. He feels sick. His first instinct is to try and get out of his restraints but no matter how hard he tries, nothing happens. He’s powerless. How? Why? When? Where the hell is he? He looks around the dark room, stopping to look at a door. There's light coming from behind it and he can hear movements. Footsteps. Getting closer and closer.

“You’re awake! Good morning, Miguel.” You smile, turning the lights on before walking towards him. “How are you feeling?”

“Who are you?” He asks.

You give him your name. “The person who's going to defeat Spider-Man once and for all.” You grin. “Although my methods are a bit unconventional.” You chuckle.

Miguel keeps his mouth shut, waiting to hear what you have to say next. Your confidence scares him. It's not like he's never met a confident villain before, it's honestly less likely to meet an insecure one, but your confidence is scary. You know something he doesn't. He knows you're dangerous. He always chooses to fight but everything inside him is screaming to run away. It's not like he has the choice now though.

“Pretty soon, you’ll be my beautiful husband and the father of our children.” You kiss his forehead. His heart drops. “But first, I’m gonna have some fun with you.” You kneel down and caress his cheek. He grimaces in disgust. “Let me give you the play by play.” You push his lacy red panties aside. “First, I’m gonna play with this pretty pussy of yours and give it a lot of love.” You rub his clit. “Then, once I’m done, I’m gonna slide my cock inside of you. I’ll make sure to go real slow, make you feel every inch of my cock.” You bring your fingers down to his entrance and push two of them in.

“Yo- you're sick.” He spits on you.

You wipe your cheek. “I didn't give you permission to speak, or spit.” You slap his cunt, earning a moan from him. “Watch yourself, Miguel.”

He looks at you angrily but doesn't say anything, too ashamed of the sound he just made and too afraid of the consequences to do so. You push your fingers in and out of his cunt, giving Miguel unwelcomed pleasure. “You like that?” You smirk, moving faster. He bites his lip to silence his moans. “I know you do. Even if you try to deny it, your body doesn't lie.”

He hates this so much.

“And then, I’ll pick up the pace. I’ll fuck you rough and hard. So rough that you won't be able to think. So hard that you’ll cry.” You push your fingers all the way in and thumb his clit, moving your fingers inside of him absentmindedly. He tries to fight against the pleasure but it's no use. He’s going to come.

“I’d love to see you cry.” You grin. He’s not going to cry. He might do a plethora of shameful things tonight but one thing he isn't going to do is cry. He refuses to. “I know you think it's impossible but it's not. And I can't wait to see you break.” You punctuate your last word with a hit to his g-spot. Miguel gasps, hips raising in the air as he squirts. Miguel looks down at himself in shame, cheeks burning hotter than a flame. He’s never done that before. He hates that you're the reason it happened. “Oh Miguel…” You let out a sharp breath.

You move in between his legs and dig into his wet cunt, slurping up his slick before tonguing his sensitive hole. Miguel squirms around in protest. Why does this feel so good? He wants to curse you out but he's worried about what you’ll do if he acts out. He feels terrible and so fucking good at the same time. He wants to kill you but he also doesn't want you to stop. He rolls his eyes back and squirts again, feeling extremely exhausted.

You pull away and stand up, stripping down to nothing. Miguel looks at your cock in horror. That's not going to fit! He desperately tries to get away but he can't do much in the position he's in.

“You’re really boosting my ego, Miguel.” You chuckle, kneeling back down and grabbing his waist. You pull him close to you so his thighs are on yours and your shaft is right against his cunt. “I’m going to enjoy this.” You look at him like the 5 star meal he is. You move him so that his pussy is sliding up and down your length, bringing the both of you pleasure.

He bares his fangs, showing you how angry he is without speaking. “Aw, you don't like this?” You frown, faking sympathy. “Or is it that you want something else?” You grin. “You want me to fuck you, is that it? You want me to finally fuck you?”

Miguel shakes his head rapidly. You move him backwards, just enough for you to be able to make an easier entrance. You point your tip against his clit, smearing pre cum over it and sliding down in between his folds. You tease him with your entrance, you're gently thrusting into him but only the tip is entering him. He can't stand the feeling. You eventually stop and slowly push your cock inside of him. You weren't exaggerating when you said he’d feel every inch of you. You’re practically tearing him apart with the way you’re stretching him out. You bite your lip, thoroughly enjoying his pussy. “I think I’m in heaven.”

If you’re in heaven, then Miguel’s in hell. You slowly slide in and out of him, reveling in his wet warmth. “That's right baby, sit back and take it like the pretty little slut you are.” You place your hand over the bulge of your cock on his stomach, enjoying the way it feels as you move and how sexy he looks with his tummy bulging. “You’re doing so good for me, you know that? Doing so well…”

He doesn't want to be good for you. He doesn't want you to enjoy this. If he wasn't afraid of the consequences he’d curse you out. You rub his clit gently, causing his breathing to turn shallow. “I wanna feel you come..” You mutter. “Come for me, baby.”

He grits his teeth, trying to stop himself from giving you what you want but it's too difficult. He can't hold back. It all feels too good, his pussy feels way too good, he can't do anything to prevent this. He shuts his eyes and comes, walls fluttering around your length. “You’re such a good boy, Miguel. You may be prickly but at least you know how to follow orders.” You caress his cheek. He turns away from your touch. “Even after all that…you're still trying to keep up this facade?” You pull away and turn him onto his stomach. “You won't be able to pretend any longer, Miguel.” You raise his ass in the air and plunge your length fully into him. He gasps. Miguel doesn't even get a minute to adjust to the new position thanks to you suddenly pounding into him. He rolls his eyes back, letting out uncontrollable moans as you fuck the shame out of him. He can barely think over the explicit sounds of your hips snapping against his ass and the loud wet sounds of your cock sliding in and out of his sensitive pussy. You're going too fast for him to even try and act like he doesn't like it. He’s always had a thing for being treated roughly and you're fulfilling his need for it. You pull on his hair, causing him to let out an almost scream-like moan as he squirts.

“Fu- fuck-” He feels tears welling up in his eyes as you continue fucking him through his orgasm.

“‘M gonna give you the child you always wanted, Miguel.” You fuck him even rougher than before, chasing your orgasm. Tears flow rapidly from Miguel’s eyes, as if there was a blockage that contained all his tears and prevented him from crying all these years. He sobs, crying loudly as you overwhelm him with pleasure. It feels good but it's too much, he can't handle it. He loves it but he needs it to stop. “Ah, I love hearing you cry..” You slow down your thrusts and dump your load inside of him. Miguel uses this break to finally catch his breath and calm down.

“Aw, was it too much for you, baby?” You coo, rubbing your hand down his back.

Miguel nods. “Ple- please..” He whimpers.

You pull out and turn him around. You pick him up and sink him down on your cock. You place your hands on his waist and kiss his cheek. “You’re so pretty when you cry, you know that?” You caress his face gently. He sniffles, not sure how to feel about that. You press your lips against his, kissing him slowly and sensually. Miguel reciprocates the kiss, following your tongue movements and subconsciously grinding down on your cock. He feels a little less stimulated than before. He feels like he's about to have an orgasm that’ll never come and somehow it feels good. He doesn't know how he feels about you now but you make him feel good, and thanks to the current state of mind he's in now, that's all that matters.

You pull away from the kiss and pepper kisses down his throat and to his chest. You undo the clip in the middle of his bra, causing the two cups to separate and reveal his breasts. You latch onto his nipple, sucking it gently while your hand goes to pull and twist on the other one. Miguel whimpers in pleasure. His nipples are so sensitive, he’ll definitely come from this. “mmh..” Miguel grinds down harder as he orgasms, his pussy clenching and unclenching around your length. You pull away from his nipple, your saliva dripping down the brown bud.

He still despises you but he knows he'll be stuck with you from now on. He’ll eventually learn to love you.

Miguel turns on the radio as he starts cooking breakfast. The reporter talks about all the crime going on in the city and he doesn't seem to care, even though he’s back to normal and completely autonomous, he has no intention of going out to fight. He wants to stay home with you. The Spider Society’s been trying to contact him but he's ignored all their calls. He only leaves the house for dates and groceries, why would he go anywhere without you? He loves you so much, he wants to stay by your side as much as he can. Nobody seems to understand it but he doesn't care to explain it to them. Peter B. and Jessica have been trying to convince Miguel to come back and many spider people have tried to kill you but to no avail. He doesn't want to come back, especially not when they're trying to kill his beloved. He’s perfectly content with where he is now and he can't wait to have his first child with you.

[yourftmfriend]

I can imagine Miguel biting reader and his venom leads to them becoming paralyzed and leads to Miguel fucking himself on readers cock or face.-🥭

aw i can just imagine it. he didn’t bite you on purpose. for sure. but he sure as hell enjoyed how he can use you like this. he’d just ride your face to no end as you couldn’t even struggle with his venom in your veins. his clit against your nose as he grinded himself on your face desperately, in hopes of reaching his high. he’d grasp your hair, pulling and playing with it. once he came on your face he’d move onto your dick. it was still hard as he slid it in. you could feel him holding onto your chest as he jumped up and down your cock. he kept muttering curses under his breath in both Spanish and English. sure you hated not being able to touch him but you admit the sight was heavenly. he tried so hard to cum without your touch, playing with his clit and nipples while he jumped up and down on your dick but his poor little body couldn’t handle all the stimulation. he latched onto your neck to keep his moans in, trying not to bite you again considering your situation. he wouldn’t ever admit but he needs your touch to actually cum. he just claims that he doesn’t need you to cum-is what started this all in the first place-. once he came for the second time he lifted himself up your cock just to collapse onto your chest. you are definitely going to get back on him for that one.

[bellinghamenthusiast]

NERDS FIRST - NERD! MIGUEL O’HARA X JOCK! FTM! READER

📚: in which you have a little fun with the schools nerd.

miguel didn’t expect his day to end like this. he came into the library in study for his big test, but you had other plans. you had come from one of your games, you saw him and grinned.

you wrapped your arms around his neck and whispered in his ear; “migs! whatcha doing?”

miguel jumped from the contact on his neck and mumbled; “j-just studying for an exam..”

you sat in his lap and he whimpered. his cock had already hardened from the simple touch on his neck. you palmed at it for a bit before sighing dramatically.

“such a big dick.. too bad you don’t know how to use it..” you cooed as miguel placed his shaking hands on your hips. 

“go on, baby, strip me slowly.” you whispered into his ear. miguel immediately obliged, his trembling fingers slowly tugging on your shorts, revealing your soaked boxers. 

miguel unknowingly licked his lips and slid off your boxers, revealing your soaked pussy. he quickly switched your positions, pushing you onto the table and laying you on your back.

“can i..?” he whispered breathlessly as he lifted your legs onto your shoulder. you gave an affirming nod and he instantly shoved his face in your pussy, no warning. you let out a loud moan as miguel licked your folds desperately.

of course, since he didn’t get any girls or guys, he was pretty bad at this. but it’s the thought that counts, right?

miguel ate you out like a starving man, he was nose deep in you, licking and moaning like a whore. his fingers slowly rubbed your clit, causing you to whimper loudly. you rocked your hips against his face, his pace was painfully slow. miguel got the memo and had an idea. he took two thick fingers and rammed it into you, causing you to cry out in pleasure. he fingered and ate you out at the same time, causing your legs to shake and your orgasm to creep closer. 

miguel took the curtesy to aggressively thrust his fingers in and out of you while his mouth worked on your clit, sucking and biting on it softly as he felt his cock leak.

you whined when all sensations suddenly stopped. you tried to look up but got cut off by miguel slamming into you with no warning. you moaned as miguel whimpered at the sudden tightness of your hole. you pulled miguel into a sloppy kiss, moaning into each others mouths as miguel rutted into you desperately.

“good boy, s-such a good boy..” you said between kisses as miguel kept thrusting aggressively. 

©bellinghamenthusiast 2024. do not steal or plagiarize my work!

[abyssalrot]

Just imagining Miguel O'hara being taller than you, but you can climb that motherfucker like it's nothing. You and Miguel had a buddy-buddy like relationship, so it's fine. You just don't know how much that man craves you.

The way he steals glances to look at your figure. He craves to grope and caress that skin under his hands. To mark them, to hear you moan his name out of your mouth as he sucks/eats you out. You know how he keeps looking at your lips? Yeah, he imagines that wrapping around his cock. Oh, how he would love to see the tears from your eyes from fucking you into an oblivion.

[vintagexherry]

Child's Play [8][Finale]

Part 7 here

//NSFW, First Times, Bit of Blood, Oral, Bit of Crying,Bullying, Fingering,Implied Non Con,Manipulation, Dubious consent, Threating, Forced Intimacy.

A/N: I used google translate for the spanish so im sorry if theres mistakes.

Previously

"Mmmm, you taste better than I imagine."

You didn't care anymore.Your tired body slowly succumbs to sleep while Miguel once again hugged you against him.

With that you both fell asleep.

Once you woken up, Miguel wasn't beside you.

You looked at the clock at the nightstand seeing that it's ten-forty five in the morning, you can't help but feel surprised you woke yourself up this early.

While you notice Miguel wasn't beside you, you took the time to mentally prepare yourself for what this day to come.

First, you gotta get ready and unpack your dorm.

Second, you gotta meet up again with Miguel's mom, who's probably making breakfast since you hear sizziling downstairs.

...

You rack your brain for more but you gave up.

But curse your brain for thinking, you suddenly remembered last night, which made you abruptly sit up straight.

As you did, your eyes fell upon the panties on the floor.

Your panties.

Teared in half.

What a way to start your day.

You sighed deeply, remembeing Miguel's way to "relax" you.

How could you ever enjoy that.

Your head was filled thoughts but was cut out when you hear small scratching noises outside.

Curiosity got the best of you and you opened the door.

You were greeted with Lyla meowing at you as if to say good morning.

Atleast there's one thing you could smile upon this day.

You crouched down to pet her which she happily accepted.

After some moments, you gathered your bearings, and washed your face and head downstairs.

As you head down even further, you smell the breakfast and you hear your stomach growling.

Not only your stomach but seems to be the voices of Miguel and Mrs. O'Hara.

"....Ya sabes como es tu papá, trabaja allá, trabaja aquí. Pero aparte de eso, ¿por qué no la llamas abajo? La comida está lista." (....You know how your dad is, work there, work here. But that aside, why don't you call her downstairs, food is ready.)

You hear Mrs. O'Hara speak and Miguel's footsteps approaching the stairs.

But he stops mid way as he already sees you go down.

"Oh! Good morning Y/N" Miguel said with a light smile.

"Uh...Goo-" You were interrupted when Mrs.O'Hara beamed at you.

"Oh, mija! You're already awake! Look at how pretty you are in that sleepdress, I knew I made the right choice,well then vamonos, I made Hueves Rancheros." (Let's go) She said as she went back to the kitchen.

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Breakfast went without a problem, aside from Conchanta teasing the both of you, saying that maybe the two of you did something last night.

You couldn't find the heart to look at her.

While you get prepared to go outside, Miguel is in his car waiting for you.

You then thought about where you are gonna stay since your gonna clean up your dorm.

You remember a friend saying that she's gonna have her own apartment and if you want, you could stay with her.

You go outside and head straight to Miguel's car.

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Car rides are always silent with Miguel.

You don't have the energy to fill it up, considering what he did last night.

Your thoughts then drive back to Steven.

You don't have the energy to deal with that right now.

What will you do once you see him?

Pretend everything is fine?

You inwardly groan at that thought. Forget it if you actually did see him. Will Miguel even let you speak to him?

While Miguel drives, he keeps glancing at you.

He remembers trying to hold back from hugging you again when he sees you with your morning bed hair.

The way you felt around his finger last night was unforgettable, it couldn't compare to any girl he fucked with.

He shook his head out from those thoughts.

He can't have a boner early in the morning right now.

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Miguel insisted on helping you unpack your dorm.

You tried denying him, but he had already moved past your form and into your room.

While unpacking your clothes, he goes around the place like he owns it and decides to unpack your study table instead.

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Time passes by quickly when your busy with your own thoughts.

Miguel tries to fill the silence with small commentary but for the most part you ignore him.

While Miguel turns on his car, you quickly notify him about moving to your friend's apartment, but he has other ideas.

"No."

"I-... Miguel, what do you mean 'no'? I can't just stay with you until graduation." You fought back.

"You're a smart person, no means no, plus my mom already likes you a lot, don't even worry about after graduation too. I talked to my dad, and I already made you intern in Alchemax." He finishes while he starts to drive.

He can't do this.

He can't just plan your life ahead without your permission.

But then again, when was the last time he did ask for your permission.

"Look, Miguel, I really can't, I want to stay with my friend I-"

"After all that my mom gave you, you're just gonna leave like that?" he interrupted.

"What- no, This isn't about her, I am thankful for what she did but I-"

"Then don't leave." He said as if he's trying you to convince you not to go to another country.

"Listen to me, Miguel...I don't feel safe when you're around, and I'm sure you know why, so for the last time, bring me to my friend."

Miguel inhales and grips the wheel tightly.

"And how bout you listen to me, Y/N. I already planned ahead, so your pretty little head won't think so much. A little gratitude would be nice."

"A thank you? Is that what you want? After all the scenarios you force me into and you want a little gratitude?" He better be thankful instead that he's driving or you might as well claw his eyes out.

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"We'll talk later." He said firmly as he parks the car, You didn't even notice you arrived.

A week has passed, and everyone you knew was preparing for graduation that's about to commence in two days. You already have your toga and everything. You admit that you feel happy you came this far despite everything, but there's one more thing.

You tried talking to Miguel about moving with your friend again, but all he did was pull your hair roughly to his face and threaten that if you speak a word about that again, he can make you not graduate.

You tried fighting back, but his grip on your hair is frighteningly strong.

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Two days have passed, and here you are with Mrs. O'Hara, she insisted she wanted to curl your hair and style your makeup a bit before all of you went to the venue.

Before all of you left, Conchanta wanted to take a picture of both you and Miguel and you forced a smile if it meant seeing her this happy.

The three of you arrived in the venue packed with parents,students and staff alike.

While teachers and staffs make their speeches, you were busy trying to look for Steven in the crowd of students.

Lo and behold, you did.

You wanted to wave at him, but he was too far away for you to notice.

You decided to do it later.

You got up the stage and got your reward and handshake and Mrs. O'Hara is taking a picture of you..

Before you knew it, everyone was hugging each other with tears streaming down and smiles on their faces.

You, though, were busy looking for Steven.

While Miguel is busy with talking to his own friends, you want to talk to your own.

Finally, you saw Steven, and without a second thought, you pulled him aside.

"Y-Y/N?"

"Steven!" You smiled while you hugged him as if he's gonna disappear in a flash.

Steven can't help but hug back even tighter.

"Ma-mate, I thought you died or something, not t-that you did but, you know."

You didn't do anything to stop his rambles but still continued hugging him.

But suddenly he pulled away.

"Wa-wait...No I can't."

Confused, you look at Steven for awnsers.

"Steven?"

"Look I...I think it's best for us not to talk...This wasn't about what happened during prom mate, It's just, your gonna hate me for hiding this from you but Miguel texted me a few days back...Well text isn't really a right term but more like demanded me to leave you or your future career will be jeopardised." Steven said as he tried not to break down.

You paused, collecting in what he just said.

Miguel really plans ahead, does he?

"Steven, I-""

You tried to reason with Steven more but it just seems like he wants to avoid it.

He has mentioned Miguel promising your safety anyway if Steven leaves you alone.

You tried convincing him that it isn't all that sunshine and rainbows.

But Steven couldn't do anything, instead he hugged you.

You froze.

Your head stopped thinking. All you could do was hug back.

Althought,It didn't last long since the next thing you knew is hearing someone's voice.

"You two done? Didn't I tell you to leave her?"

If looks could kill both, you and Steven would evaporate on the spot, considering how he was staring down at you.

You tried saying something, but a hand gripped your forearm tightly and pulled you away from Steven.

"Miguel! Let me go!" You tried wiggling your arm away from his grip, but he just tightened it futher.

He didn't spare any more second with Steven since he started leading you back to where his mom was waiting for the both of you to take pictures together.

Steven stood there, alone.

His body fills with regret as he watches you walk away.

But he remembers Miguel's words, the threats of what he can do to your body, or your career, or even your life. It scares him. He can never forgive himself for doing this, but he has high hopes that you will be safer.

Even if that meant him being away from you.

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A month has passed since then.

Miguel kept himself to his words that you and him are gonna work together.

You got your dream job being a geneticist, but is it really a dream if you're working with a man that plagues your nightmares?

After a week of your graduation, Miguel's father came back from a business trip and has talked with his son about you.

Miguel's father seemed to approve of you, so much for Miguel's delight.

Life with Miguel isn't always the prettiest but it gotten easier.

It took you several weeks to assure you that he won't hurt you, physically speaking.

Miguel and you lived with his mom and dad until Miguel surprised you with a private residence few blocks away from Alchemax.

He said it was a gift from his father to the both of you.

The private residence can fit two people or more. The backyard has a lot of space and even a pool.

The kitchen is an island type, with a sliding door that leads to a garden where you can freshly pluck vegetables and herbs.

You go upstairs and see each bedroom and guestrooms.

You can admit your in awe.

Rich people, you swear, can buy anything and won't even leave a dent in their wallet.

"I take it that you like it?"

Frick, you were busy exploring, you forgot Miguel's existance.

"I'd say it...Alright." You say monotously as you admire the bedroom, especially the walk-in closet.

Miguel chuckles as he knows the truth, especially the way you look at awe at everything.

This just proves that Miguel is perfect for you. Seeing that he can provide and impress you.

That reminds him, you two were getting risky and riskier the more you spend time with each other.

He started touching you more and more, he knows that you don't like it, fully aware of it even. But does he care?

No.

One time, he hugged you, and you tried pushing him off, but he just pushed you further into the bed and teared your underwear in half before diving a finger in.

A few days have passed from that, and he could still smell you from his finger.

Another time, you were feeling out of it, the reality of you spending your life with Miguel processed in, and you felt nothing but dead inside.

While laying in bed and contemplating your life. He removed your underwear. You tried pushing him off and telling him you weren't in the mood for it yet.

But he just swat your arm away and dived his mouth to your slit, licking every part that he can, sucking your clit with vigour and putting a finger in while doing so.

You tried holding your moans and gasps, but it was fruitless.

Months pass since then, and here you are admiring the cabinets and drawers your walk-in closet could offer.

He looked away from a bit and drifted his attention to the bed.

He suddenly remembered a superstition he heard from his mom talking to his tias.

Something about red underwear being a sole bringer of love. He used to think it's absurb, after all adults will believe any superstition they could come across to.

But now that he thinks about it.

....

....

He wonders what underwear you're wearing now.

Before he could ponder even more, he heard the doorbell rang, and it seemed like the movers arrived.

He goes to answer the door, ignoring his lustful thoughts.

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Two months passed, and both you and Miguel got busy decorating,arranging, and finalizing the house.

You admit during the entire moving in day, it was therapeutic.

You can purposely ignore Miguel without being too obvious.

The garden was your favourite part, planting and watering seeds of all kinds, either be it fruit, vegetable, herbs, or just flowers.

Decorating your room was nice, too, but not with full freedom since you are dreadfully sharing with Miguel. But nonetheless, you take what you can, something you learn when you have been with Miguel for the past months.

Arranging spices and dishware in the kitchen can also be in your list of favourites, labelling spices and arranging cups to your least, and most favourites. Even filling out your double door fridge with ingredients such as fish, meat and etc. During your stay with Mrs. O'Hara, she has given the time to teach you several recipes.

In short, you were having the time of your life.

Miguel says otherwise.

He tries to convince himseld he's contented seeing you get all giddy and comfy when decorating the house. Getting all whimsy in your little garden.

But try as he might, he can't ignore his sexual desires, sue him for sure, but can he really hold himself back when you look like the way you do?

The way your eyes smile slightly widens when you see your plant sprouting one leaf, the way your eyes read over the ingredients, the way you hum while you inspect the fridge when you think he's not there.

And the way your body bends over to pick up that fallen book out of your hand.

It just reminds him of that time when you gave him your panties in the library.

He wishes he could bend you over the study table, but he can't.

He wants your first time to be special.

Honestly, he surprised himself for lasting this long without penetration, only satisfying himself with oral (which you greatly improved) and fingering.

But that isn't enough for him.

He has needs.

And he needs to fuck you on the bed.

But how can he without looking too desperate?

He thinks and thinks and thinks.

And finally, a light bulb goes on.

He has an idea.

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It was late at night. You were bathing yourself, and Miguel went out to get something.

Whatever he means by that.

Who cares since you get to be alone to what feels like forever. You can't remember the time you were fully alone since Miguel stuck with you like gorilla glue.

Your thoughts then drive to these few months.

Living with Miguel became tolerable, not lovely, just tolerable.

Getting this private place was nice too, and the old neighbour nearby seemed kind.

Being able to work as a geneticist is nice. at least you got your dream.

It seems like Steven did too, you remember seeing an article of Steven and his brothers finding a lost tomb of Alexander the Great. Atleast his happy.

You can also admit that Miguel is good at bed. Who are you kidding? Of course he is, considering the number of people he slept with.

The first time you gave him oral was a nightmare at best though.

He one day came back with a sour expression, you didn't want to ask why, fearing you could possibly make it worse.

But curiosity is a thing, so you did ask but.

Curiosity also killed the cat.

Next thing you know you were forced down to your knees with a hard thud and carpet roughly scrapping your knees.

While you try to fight back, he keeps mentioning how much you make him hold back then going on to say how selfish you are.

The next thing you knew was your mouth being forcefully opened with one hand while his other unzipped his pants and wasted no time to put his dick into your mouth.

You swore you almost vomited during that night, with his dick thrusting too deep into your mouth but you managed.

But he seemed to notice, seeing as he thursted until you could feel his cock throbbed in your throat.

He made you stay like that for a while, while tears and drool dripped down to your chest.

He looked down at you and groaned loudly at how you look attractive below him. And after headfucking moments, he finally came down your throat.

You shivered from the memory.

You got out of the bathtub and wrapped a towel around you as you drain the water.

While you watch it drain, you hear the front door open and your bedroom next.

"Mi vida, where are you?" Miguel asked.

You step out of the bathroom, and in the arms of Miguel, it was a box, and with closer inspection, you felt like you had seen it before.

"Oh, there you are! Perfect timing, I was you to try this on, and don't come out of the bathroom until you do." He said as he lended the box to you leading you back to the bathroom and closed the door.

You paused for a while, and after some time, you put the box on top of the sink counter and unwrapped yourself out of the towel.

Whatever Miguel gave you, he seemed nothing but excited.

You carefully untied the ribbon.

Oh....

That's why it seems familiar...

In the box, you see lingerine, a red one.

Lacey with expensive looking embroidery, unlike you previous given lingerine, this one doesn't have a corset.

Although it still has stocking, with straps you could connect to the garterbelt.

You decided to wear it, not wanting to know what punishment you could face if you didn't.

After strapping the strap of the stocking to your underwear, you look at the mirror and surprised with what you see.

The colour compliments your skin tone, and the design seems to be made just for you.

You were snapped out of your thoughts when you heard a knock on your door.

"You done yet, Mi sol?"

You took one last glance at the mirror and took a deep breath.

"Ye-Yeah! Im coming!"

You opened the bathroom door, and in front of you is Miguel sitting on the bed, frozen in place and in awe of what he sees.

He made sure the lingerine was tailored to your size, and it did your figure justice.

"U-um..."

Your voice snapped him out of his trance.

"Come here."

With a bit of hesitation, you followed his orders.

As you got closer, both of his hands didn't waste time to grab your waist to pull you closer for inspection.

His hands glide over the delicate lace and fabric. Sometimes, pulling back the straps to see it snap back in place, making you yelp in pain, he didn't feel an ounce of regret. Instead, his pants just felt tighter.

"No sé cómo me contuve después de todos estos meses..." (I dont know how I held back after all these months....)

You notice Miguel speaking under his breath. His words aren't clear enough for you to hear.

"We've spent time together for so long, mi vida....So please...Let me.." Miguel begged as he started placing light kisses on your stomach.

You know what he means, after all that oral and fingering, you know he isn't gonna be satisfied with only just that.

But your not ready.

You don't when you'll ever be ready.

Especially when it comes to him.

"Miguel....Look Im not-"

"You know I don't like repeating myself." You froze as he stopped his kisses but instead looked up to you with impatience written on his face.

Usually, you would avoid it and just follow after him.

But this is different.

"I-I know Miguel but-"

"Good, so you know what to do."

Your hands started shaking without you noticing.

You didn't know how long you've been standing there, but It seemed to get the attention of Miguel.

His hands started caressing your body even more, rubbing over your forearms, up to your back, until your legs.

That seemed to ground you a bit.

"First times are scary, hm? Don't worry, bebita, I'll be gentle."

You somehow highly doubt that.

You try to inhale and exhale, although it was shaky, it still did the job.

You still didn't say anything but Miguel took it as a cue to pull you to the bed until your completely layed down.

You can't help but feel your body tense.

This is it.

You're gonna lose your virginity to the person you hate.

Miguel, didn't waste time to get on top of you. He placed both arms between your head and admired you.

"Te ves tan hermosa el día que te conocí." (you look as beautiful the day I met you.)

You hate yourself for blushing at his words, you turned your head away to hide it.

"Aww, don't go all shy on me."

His thumb and index finger gripped your chin gently to make you face him.

His lips carressed yours in a passionate kiss, gentle yet impatient, loving but fierce.

If you're gonna lose your first time with this man, you might as well enjoy it.

You kissed back, and he couldn't hold back a small, muffled moan.

After a few seconds, he finally pulled back, both of you catching your breath.

He lifted his hands and pulled off his shirt of him. Next was his pants, leaving him in boxers.

The moonlight from the window highlighted his muscles, shadows dancing around both of you.

His hands quickly returned to caressing your body and lifted up to your chest to undo the bra.

"I should get you more of this, maybe in dark blue next, maybe even white..." He rambled as he finally took off your bra and threw it somewhere of the floor.

He leaned down to kiss your jaw, then your neck, until your collarbone where he started sucking, making sure to leave multiplr marks.

"O-oh...Miguel." You softly whined.

"Shhh....Déjame cuidarte" (Let me take care of you)

He continued trailing kisses and leaving marks until you felt his mouth on your pert nipple.

"Ah! Mig!-" Your hand automatically goes to land on his soft hair.

Your small yelps and moan continue as he sucks and slightly glides his teeth on your tits.

He lets go of your tit and does the same treatment with the other one.

You can't help but feel wetter from his actions.

You whimpered as he let's go and started trailing kisses again, leading more and more toward your region.

He lifts his head slightly to remove your panties, but not without admiring the wet spot on it, he groans at the sight.

Without further ado, he removes it and tosses it to the same place with the bra, leaving you with the garterbelt and stockings.

He didn't waste time diving to taste your slick with a big swipe of his tongue on your slit.

"Mmhm! Miguel!" Your hand gripped his hair while he continued his actions making you wet and wetter.

His own moans are muffled as he sucks on your clit.

Your moans did nothing but grew louder, making him more encouraged to put a finger in you, thrusting slowly.

You moan louder as you feel his index and middle finger curl up, hitting your spot successfully.

You suddenly feel your body tensing up more and more and you know what's coming.

"F-f-fuck, Migu-." You tried warning him, but it was too late, for the tension in your body snapped and you came.

Miguel licked and sucked more, not wanting to waste a single drop.

While you tried catching your breath, Miguel sat up and took off his boxers.

You look down and gulp. You already had experienced how hard it was to deep throat that thing. You're now nervous how your gonna take it in.

Miguel sensed your rising hesitation.

"Shhh...Its okay, its okay." He rubbed circles on your thighs and started undoing the garterbelt and removing your stockings, tossing them onto floor like everything else, leaving you completely naked.

"Respira hondo para mí, mi amor." (Deep breaths for me, my love)

You inhaled deeply, and Miguel took this chance to shove his tip into you.

You loudly yelp in pain, and your hands came around your body, and lips kissed your forehead.

"You're doing great, so great. No, no, don't cry, mi amor. You're doing great." Miguel continued reassuring you.

You didn't even notice that tears were coming down. You were too busy focusing on the harsh stretch you're experiencing. Sure, his fingers were something too, but it doesn't compare to his dick.

Minutes ticked by, and he thrusted a little more of his length in you, making you both hiss from the feeling.

"Ohhuhgg, fuck your tight.." Miguel groaned to your ear making you squirm.

You didn't want to look down, fearing how much was still isn't in you.

Few more minutes and you feel yourself loosen up more.

But Miguel is never known for patience.

He tried really, believe him but the feeling of your cunt sucking him in as if he's gonna disappear, just does things to him.

It doesn't help you're a virgin. His long, unfulfilled fantasy is finally coming true.

With that, he thrusted the rest of his length in you.

You screamed and moaned in pain, both pleasure and discomfort mixing together.

Miguel, on the other hand, moaned, his words slurred, mixing both English and Spanish together.

Your hands came gripped onto his back, and your nails scratching him, making Miguel hiss even more.

Miguel lifted himself up using his elbows to look down at you.

You couldn't get anymore beautiful can you?

Moonlight accentuated your features, your tears and sweat shine among it.

He couldn't help himself but kissed you deeply. Ingrating the taste and feeling of you.

"So good, so so good for me."

His hips started moving and he could swore you felt wetter and warmer this time.

He looked down to see the bedsheets stained with red, much deeper than your lingerine.

He finally did it.

He finally took you for himself.

You, on the other hand, can't focus much except for the pain that's blooming between your legs.

"Mig....It hurts..." You whimpered weakly.

"Shh, I know... I know, mi vida, just stay with me, yeah?" He kissed your forehead and leaned in so your foreheads were touching together, making you feel more emotional than ever.

Miguel soon felt you loosen up more and took that as a cue to thrust back and forth.

Your moans did nothing but spur him to thrust even faster.

Before you know it, his hips are slamming into you, making you both hear the wet slaps.

Miguel's grunts and your moans mix together into one, filling the room with it.

The bed creaks with the strength Miguel puts in his thrusts.

His dick reached places you didn't know existed in your making you arch your back when he continued hitting that one spot continues.

"FfUck!, Miguel, right- AH! There! Right there!"

Miguel listened as he thrusted into the spot that made you see starts.

"Te amo mucho. Dilo por favor, por favor." (Love you, so, so much. Say it, please,please)

His hips slowed down and you whimpered.

"I-I loveee you t-too" you weakly said but it was enough for Miguel.

He kissed you deeply while he thrusted faster and deeper this time making your eyes roll at the back.

Both of your bodies started feeling tense, and hips ploughed into you harder.

"Cum with me, cumwith me, cumwithme cumwithme cumwithmecumwi- SHI- FUCKING HELL, oh mierda eso es todo."

"MIIGUELL!"

The tension finally snapped as your fingers scratched harder at the back of Miguel.

Miguel couldn't careless when your cunt felt significantly tighter, milking him for all his worth.

Both your breaths are heavy. And bodies feel numb from the activities.

After catching your breath, your body feels tired, and your eyelids are weighing down.

Without knowing you felt asleep, ignoring the pain and the pleasure as you finally drifted off.

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It took a good minute for Miguel to finally gather his bearings.

He looked at you with nothing but admiration as your breath levels out while you sleep.

After a few more minutes, he cleaned you off with a damp towel and checked your body for any damages.

After confirming none major injuries, he finally lay down next to you.

He finally did it.

Got the person of his dreams.

Aside from challenges and tribulations.

He did it.

He has you in his arms all tucked in.

Took your first kiss.

Took your first time.

And finally, took you as a person.

And it felt nothing to him but Child's Play.

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A/N: We finally did it! I can't say im proud of this one tho, but thank you for those who supported me throughout the making of Child's Play.

[gwiyeounsonyeon]

currently thinking about Miguel O'Hara going into some kind of spider version of heat.

it's not really heat, not like anything you're thinking of. his body gets hot and he runs a slight fever(lbh a slight fever to Miguel is anything under brain-melting, he could be running 103 F - 39.4 C and still say it's only a little cold), he does get horny and his brain gets a little foggy but mostly it's like a really intense period, he takes some kind of altered birth control that helps a lot with the cramping and god for big the blood and pregnancy but it does nothing for his lust.

the whole seven to eight days he's going through this cycle he's listing after anything and everything, it doesn't help that he's already so pent up. every little thing gets him going, one gust of air and hes soaking through his underwear and aching to be filled.

miguel hates it, he hates how weak it makes him feel, he hates that his body wants to get pregnant so bad, that his body can be so feminine sometimes. as much as id love to say that when he goes into heat hed be bending over and begging just about anyone to breed his cunt, hes definitely not like that. hed probably abstains as some kind of weird punishment thing, forcing himself to endure the cramps and the aching emptiness purely because he is convinced he deserves it.

if you wanna fuck him you can't tell him outright, play the waiting game, (try to)romance him, there's a low chance he's going to give in but his heat-addled brain might just slip up and you'll be promoted to fuck buddy if you're lucky.He's gonna beg demand you to fuck him hard and fast, he wants to get this shit over with so he can go back to work but dont listen to him. tease him until he's honest to god crying and then fuck him slow like you love him, he's so sensitive when you grind your cock deep inside of him. he can't get off without stimulation on his dick or clit(ftm Miguel agenda, duh) but if you try hard enough and are patient enough you can get him to squirt from just your cock. he hates squirting though so get him cumming as many times as you can so hes completely out of it.

[j4rhead]

can i request eating out Miguel under his desk, in his workplace?:) (ftm or amab is up to you!)

the following work contains: nsfw, ftm miguel o'hara, no mention of reader's gender.

you can't say being on your knees on the hard cold floor is the most comfortable position you've ever been in, especially with how cramped the space under miguel's desk is. But in this moment, you're not exactly thinking about these.

if he grips his pen any harder, he's gonna crush it, you think to yourself with mild amusement as you release miguel's clit from your mouth with a wet, loud sound. You hear his breath hitch at the motion and look up just in time to catch the brief expression of annoyance on his face before it morphs into desperation.

when you slipped inside miguel's workplace and offered him a way to unwind from all the recent stress, this was probably the last thing he had on mind. not that he was complaining, of course.

he wouldn't be able to even if he wanted to—too busy moaning at the way you sucked his clit into your mouth. he looks at you from above, the way you're sitting on your knees under his desk and your focused expression with half lidded eyes almost makes him cum right then and there. you note with satisfaction that his thighs are shaking slightly under your palms.

the flat of your tongue presses against him and he throws his head back against the chair with a loud moan, panting and muttering incoherent curses as his body shivers with pleasure. you want to hear more out of him, want him to repeat those delightful sounds again and again as he gets riled up on your tongue.

almost unconsciously he brings a hand to your hair and grabs a fistful like it's a lifeline, tries to look down at you but it's way too hard to keep his eyes open —you fight the urge to tease him about it— and when you run your tongue from his pulsating hole up to his clit and give another firm suck, he feels tears of pleasure pinpricking his eyes. your eyes widen at the sight with a slight sense of pride blooming in your chest because you are the one who got him like that.

he pants out desperate pleas in a voice that keeps breaking, no doubt feeling very close to orgasm with the way you're relentlessly sucking his clit and how your hands hold his thighs in a grip that is sure to bruise later on.

"I, I'm going to-" miguel struggles to get the words out as his words keep getting cut off by moans of pleasure, yet you get the message all the same. your eyes glint with renewed vigour and you run the flat of your tongue on his reddened puffy clit before a bit of your canine teeth scrapes the bundle of nerves, and that breaks him.

he arches his back with a loud moan and tugs your hair violently as he presses your face to him, his whole body shaking and his head completely tipped back while his mouth hangs open from the force of his orgasm.

after he starts to relax and calm down you pull away from him with a wet sound and glance up at his expression of bliss with a smirk—it seems that your method of stress relief works wonders for him.

[ghxstmxchine]

ꜱᴄɪꜱꜱᴏʀɪɴɢ ᴡ/ ꜰᴛᴍ!ᴍɪɢᴜᴇʟ (ftm! reader, fem aligned dni!)

The muscles of your thighs absolutely ached, back arched as Miguel practically folded you in half, his rough and large hands grasping the back of your knees and pressing them towards the bed. Normally this would be uncomfortable, you’d be dreading the soreness of your back the next morning knowing it’s going to be a damn pain to bend down.

But right now? You couldn’t care enough. Not when you were fully absorbed in the bliss of the moment. Your breaths soft and shaky as you desperately anticipated every touch of Miguel’s pretty t-dick nudging yours, sliding together with sweet and creamy sounds, his claws burying themselves in the fat of your thighs with every jolt of pleasure.

He was so. fucking. sensitive. His cunt oozing slick, dripping onto your thighs and staining them with his arousal. No matter how much he tried to muffle his whines, keening with a deep rumble in his chest, fangs nearly slicing through his plump bottom lip, his body gave him away so easily. Every twitch, every squeeze, and every drip of his arousal, covering your own t-dick in the sticky clearness. 

It didn’t matter you were on your back, under his heavy frame that could crush you against the bed, you were getting a show. Watching Miguel try to hide just how desperate it is, shame blooming on his cheeks from how slutty he seemed, urgently rutting his pretty cunt against yours. You could roll your hips if you wanted, pull him in close by his hair and listen to that small gasp that falls from his lips before he catches himself.

“Mierda….” Miguel hisses under his breath, pressing his forehead against yours as he rolls his hips hard enough to shift you on the bed, your own groan leaving your mouth. He’s caging you in, needing every inch of your body. It felt so good, it’s all he needed, his very own medicine. You could drive him crazy, your name falling off his tongue like the sweetest honey. “Yeah?” You mumble and card your fingers through his sweaty hair, rolling your hips back against his, your t-dicks pressing together, throbbing for more. You let him press against your legs even harder, it felt like he could snap you in half but god that’s the last thing you’re worried about, not when his fat dick is pressed against your dripping hole.

“Mmm, think you could fuck me with it?” You ask with a lazy smile, head falling back against the pillow. For a moment you felt like his claws would pierce skin, the look in his eye changing and suddenly he wants to eat you alive, mouth pooling with saliva. It’s not long till his hips are moving at a steady pace, the wet squelching sounds between the two of you and the creak of the bed filling the air. 

“Gonna fuck you so good, gonna make you bounce on my cock…” Miguel moans lowly. The way he pinned you down firmly told you everything you needed to know. Hold on because he wanted to fuck your brains out.

[asratery]

ftm!miguel o’hara x male reader

“no puedo—hic—no puedo—” miguel’s words were barely coherent over the wet sound of your skin making contact with his. he’d been so confident just hours ago, telling you he could take your cock easily while you were just a couple fingers deep in his cunt. however that confidence had wavered when you pulled your pants down your thighs, your heavy cock springing out, the girth covering his pretty pussy from your view as it hovered over his throbbing clit.

and now here he was, bent in half with the help of your webs as you pounded into his cunt, his velvety walls sucking you in with every thrust of your hips as broken cries spilled past his lips. miguel couldn’t count the number of times he’d cum by now, but the soaked sheets beneath him told him that squirting wasn’t out of the question.

“thought you said you could take it, baby?” you huffed out between thrusts. “what, my little boss wants to act like a brat and now he thinks he can tap out? fuck no.” miguel couldn’t even respond, letting out a weak moan as another orgasm washed over him, a gush of his fluid lubing you up for another round. “fuck, there you go, baby.” you groaned, slowing your thrusts so he could catch his breath and you could watch his milky fluids drip between you two. “making a mess, doll.” miguel whined softly, his pussy still pulsing around you as he slowly came down from his high.

miguel shook his head weakly when you started moving again, his walls already fluttering around you. “fuck, don’t tell me you’re already gonna cum again, sweetheart.” you grunted out, watching his legs tremble when your hips pressed flush with his. fuck, why’d you have to be so big? you didn’t leave an inch of his pussy untouched, grinding against sweet spots he didn’t even know existed when you moved.

“such a perfect fit.” you growled out when the tip of your cock smooched his cervix, and fuck, that was so hot. he could already feel yet another orgasm approaching, tingling waves of pleasure hitting him tenfold as your thick cock slid along his walls. miguel was babbling out pleas, begging you to just hold on a moment, that he needed more time before he could cum again.

streaks of milky fluid spilled from his weeping cunt, soaking the already drenched sheets in his fluids as he let out a sob. thick tears slid into his hair as his whole body was wracked with tremors because you just kept pounding into miguel, fucking him through the best orgasm of his life. when you did eventually slow, letting your cock rest inside him, you leaned over him and peppered kisses to his face that miguel weakly returned.

“just one more, baby.”

hey 😏

[aliorsboxostuff]

Trans Spidey reader and Miguel where the reader is really really into Miguel’s talons and muscles and everyone at HQ knows but Miguel (basically just sexual tension between oblivious people)

Imagine crushing on Miguel and being reciprocated haha couldn't be me FHSFHFJKDF I really do like this idea anon tysm! I love writing oblivious trope, its always so fun! I hope you all enjoyed this btw!

Exclusively Yours

Tags: Miguel O’hara x ftM,!reader, Spidey!reader, Miguel O’hara, Hobie Brown, Pavitr Prabakhar, Miles Morales, Gwen Stacy, Margo (Spider Byte), Jessica Drew, Peter B. Parker, Mayday, Fluff, sexual tension, soft!Miguel, Maybe OOC, Miles’ group being a menace, a bit nsfw-ish maybe, kissing, humor, confessions, feelings realization

Maybe you're not the first Spiderman to notice Miguel's arms and claws, and maybe you're not the first person to fall in love with him because of those too. But you're certainly the first to make Miguel fall in love.

—

1st Month

“I can't be the only one seeing this, right?” The other tree turns to Pavitr, his eyes following the new guy that just got into the Spider Society, next to him stands Miguel. 

“I mean, he made Miguel walk outside his office for once!” The new guy laughs, a flash of a blush on his cheeks while Miguel says something the group couldn't hear. 

“Honestly a bit scary ain't it?” Hobie chews another chip. “Boss man never smiles, now look at tha’,” 

The group snickers as they watch those two walk past the cafeteria, before they turn a corner and disappear from their vision. Gwen takes a sip of her smoothie, her head tilted slightly. “You’ve seen how he looks at Miguel?” 

“I mean, I've only been on a mission with those two once…” She grins. “Pretty sure he kept sneaking glances at his arms,”

“There’s no way they don't like each other!” However, what Pavitr said made Hobie scoff.

“Miguel or new guy?” Pavitr tilts his head.

“I wouldn't bet on that mate, man’s so blind might as well be walkin’ to a pole,”

“Both to be ‘onest,” 

“Impossible! Did you see the tension? I can practically feel it,” The shorter boy grips at the edge of the table, his eyes sparkling.

“Y’know, yesterday, while me and Peter reported back to Miguel’s-” The group leans closer to their shared table. “He was showing the new guy his claws!”

“What?!” Pavitr shouts, the group erupts in laughter. “No way that's real!” 

“Wait wait, were they like-” Suddenly, Pavitr grabs at Hobie’s wrists, bringing them close to his face. “Oh! They are so sharp Miguel! Must you always be so dangerous!” 

Pavitr brings one hand to his crown, pressing the back of it to dramatize his impression of the new guy. Hobi snickers, before he plays into his friend's bit, one hand holds Pavitrs face while the other fists, pressed to his chest. “Never for you, my love,”

“Oh Miguel!” Pavitr turns his head to the side and Hobie closes his eyes, both of them making kissy faces at each other.

“Oh my god!” Gwen and Miles doubles over in laughter, the girl holding on to Miles’ shoulder while she holds on to her stomach, Miles already cackling over the table. Hobie and Pavitr join their laughs, Hobie holding his sides while Pavitr slapped the table repeatedly, tears gathering at the corner of his eyes. 

Miles shakes as he brings his head up. “Miguel would kill you!” 

“Who would I kill?” The group halted, turning slowly to find Miguel standing beside their table, arms crossed, one dangerous brow raised. Gwen looks away, Pavitr and Miles audibly gulp while Hobie rolls his eyes, huffing. 

“N-nothing- No one! Nope, haha,” Miles shakes his head, a nervous smile on his lips. Miguel simply raises his brow higher, eyes narrowing.

“Oh! Would you look at the time!” Gwen glances at nothing on her wrist. “We should get going, right guys? We have that meeting, right?” 

“Oh yeaah! The meeting, yes,” Pavitr shakily grins, shaking Hobie’s shoulder. “Come on Hobie we should go, haha,” 

The team shuffles awkwardly away from the table, before they all booked it and ran in the same direction, Miles and Pavitr already jumping off the ledge and swinging away, followed by Gwen and Hobie who’s running behind them before also flying away. Miguel rumbles lowly, before he sees the new guy approaching him with his tray of food and joins him in looking for a seat.

—

5th Month

Gwen pulls off her mask as she enters Margo’s lab, the girl nods her head to the music she's listening to, her eyes on the monitors. She adjusts the files inside the small box she's carrying before walking towards her. “Hey Margo, Jessica told me you needed these?” 

“Oh yeah, just put them there,” Her hologram glitches as the headphones disappear. She stands, walking towards where Gwen set aside the box before riffling through it.

“What’s in those anyways?” Gwen perches herself on one of the empty consoles. Margo opens one and flips through it.

“Oh it’s actually from Miguel,” She closes the file, setting it aside, before looking through the others. Gwen hums, looking around the various screens, briefly at the Go Home Machine, before she turns to Margo again.

“Hey, speaking of Miguel, you’ve seen the new guy right?” 

“The one that sticks with Miguel, like, all the time?” Margo smirks, setting aside another piece of paper. Gwen nods, now intrigued. “Oh have I,” 

“They were here, like, a couple of weeks ago right, and lemme tell you,” Margo pushes the box away, sitting up where Gwen is also sitting, pulling one leg up to her chest. “His eyes were all over Miguel's body, I swear!”

“Holy shit?” 

“Im serious! Jessica was right there, by the way, and he was eating Miguel up,”

“Shut up!” Gwen giggles, covering her mouth with her hand. Margo laughs too, now her legs are crossed over the console. 

“Especially his arms, like boy get a room!” Miguel laughs, throwing her head back while Gwen holds at her side, almost doubling over from her own laughter. 

“You think-” Gwen tries to stifle her giggles. “You think Miguel notices?”

“I’d be surprised if he didn't! We both know he’s dumb about these things, but come on,” 

“Yeah, I’d feel sad if Miguel doesn't know,” Gwen sighs, leaning on her hands behind her. “Though, I’m pretty sure he’s also been checking out the new guy,”

“Don’t get me started!” Margo’s grin widens.

—

1 year

“So how’s Miggy been treating you?” 

“Really? Right now, Parker?”

You’re currently swinging through another universe's version of Brooklyn, chasing a rouge Doc Oct from another dimension. Peter was now running on top of a building while you swung under the elevated railway. Mayday giggles in her baby carrier when her father leaped off the building and joins to swing next to you. Your back aches a bit when you swung to another building, maybe wearing a binder today wasn’t your best choice, then again you didn't know the fucker was gonna run this long.

“Hey, we haven't got time to catch up ever since Mr. Dark and broody’s been stealing you,” He shrugs, sharply turning just as you swung above him, Doc Oct meter away, still running with his metal arms. 

“First of all, he hasn't been ‘stealing me’-” You made quotation marks mid-air. “And Secondly-” 

A car was suddenly thrown at you, at which you narrowly slide past the opened passenger and driver's window, before webbing it up so it doesn't hit the pedestrians below. “Miguel’s been treating me great, okay,”

“Has he asked you out to dinner yet?” He twips another web, swinging on it.

“What?!” Just as you said that, Doc Oct threw debris toward you, which you quickly swing away and secured that too. “Oh shit…”

“You’ll never catch me Spidermans!” He shouts and does that damn annoying meniscal laugh.

“Let’s wrap this up?” You suggested to Peter as he stops at the same lamp post as you.

“Yup, hold on to daddy, baby,” Mayday nods her little head as Peter adjusts her straps, then it’s off against Doc Oct. 

Peter swings behind him, effectively catching his attention as you landed a punch straight to his jaw. He shakes away the pain, imminently turning and letting his metal arms attack you, the sharp appendages reach towards you before Peter shoots at it, pulling it down towards the ground. Doc Oct hits concrete hard, at which you quickly tie up the rest of his appendages. He sharply turns to you before you could tie the last arm, sweeping you off of your feet, which makes you fall as he cages you on the ground, the sharp end of the arm almost slicing your next if you didn't duck quick enough. Peter lands meters behind Doc Oct, the hologram cage in his hand. He nods curtly, his eyes on you.

“Now!” You threw off Doc Oct with your legs, Peter throwing the cage just where he lands. When he went to chase after you, the cage clicks open, effectively containing him. 

You catch your breath, before deciding to lie on the concrete floor and covering your eyes with one arm. “Nice going man,”

“Thanks,” You say as Peter stands beside you. “You too,”

Peter shrugs before he releases Mayday from her carrier, holding her in front of him before he kisses her nose. “And you too young lady, very brave,” 

Mayday giggles, hands patting Peter’s cheeks. You huff, resting your arms on your chest while keeping your eyes closed. You can still hear Mayday's little voice, before Peter turns to you. “So he hasn't asked you out yet?”

“I really don't know what you're talking about Pete,”

“Oh come on! You’ve been with us for a year, probably longer with Miguel-”

You sharply sit up. “What?”

“I’m just sayin’,” He held his hands up, Mayday hanging on his hip. “You guys should be official by now,”

You scoff, crossing your arms. “And what makes you think he likes me?” 

“Oh my god, Jessica is right, you’re way too oblivious,” 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You stand, brows furrowed while Peter laughs with his daughter. Clearly, your confusion is hilarious to him. “There’s no way thee Miguel O’hara likes me, okay,”

“Sure sometimes I feel his eyes on me, or how much he asks me to hang out with him, but I’m probably not the only one!”

“No, you are-”

“Plus, he’s busy okay, he only ever makes time to eat lunch with me, or to train, sometimes, if I'm lucky, maybe even a coffee break together, but that's it! He doesn't like me, he doesn't trail me with those sharp eyes, we don't accidentally make eye contact, he doesn't smile at me or laugh along my lame jokes, and he definitely didn’t blush when I asked about his claws- oh my god he does like me…”

“Bingo,” Peter snaps his fingers, followed by Maydays giggles as Pete holds her by her legs, red hair covering her face. 

Your face reddens, eyes blinking as you recall all of your and Miguel’s interactions for the past year. The first month you showed up, Miguel paired himself with you and you thought he was just being nice. He indulges in your curiosity, showing you his claws, a bit worried but couldn't help the steady red that appears on his cheeks when you leaned closer. He makes time for you, joins you for lunch, which had the teens curious. He only ever trains with you, letting you spar with him, those widened eyes whenever you managed to pin him down. The longing gazes that you sometimes caught, smiling at him when you do which only makes Miguel turn away. The way he lets you on his platform, hanging out with him where others usually had to wait until Miguel dramatically descends. When he encourages you, lingering hand on your shoulders, and back, the ghost of a smirk only reserved around you. 

And you have been eyeing him too. How could you not when a man that good-looking, that dedicated to his work, is right there?! But the idea of Miguel reciprocating your feeling…

“Alright, let's get you home buddy,” Peter moves behind you, pushing your shoulders and walking towards the opened portal. You’re still in a daze, confused and embarrassed with how many signs you missed from him. 

—

The next day, you're still clouded with the possibility of Miguel liking you back, making you hesitant to ask him to eat lunch with you. The activity has become a constant now, but ever since your revelation, you were second-guessing yourself. 

You take a breath, closing your eyes briefly, before pushing the doors open. You jog your way to where Miguel's platform is and swing your way up easily. “Hey Miguel, join me for lunch?”

“Sure, let me allow Lyla to take over,” He nods toward you before turning back to his screens. You hum, shifting your weight from one leg to the other. 

“Alright, let's go,” He turns around, stretching his arms above his head briefly, the sight of his muscles taut makes you gulp. Now or never…

“Wait, I have something I wanna talk about,” You blurted out, looking anywhere but at Miguel. He stops in his tracks, putting one hand on his hip.

“Sure, go ahead,” He nods, patiently waiting. You inhale slowly, and let your breath out.

“I hope I'm not reading the room wrong but- I’ve noticed the way you look at me, Miguel,” You meet his red irises. They widen slightly, Miguel stands straighter. “You follow me with your eyes, and I know what they mean. You make time for me and we train together, you let me up on your platform, hell, I’m the only one allowed to get close to you without you getting irritated!” 

You laugh nervously, swiping back your fallen fringe. “What I’m saying is, am I wrong to think that you like me?” 

A beat passes. Silence aside from the writing of cables and soft beeps from the monitors. Your hands turn to fists ready for the rejection, maybe a condescending laugh from the man you’re pining, until-

“No, you're not,” He sighs. “ I do. I like you a lot, but I didn't want to ruin what we had. You're so close to me, and I’m afraid that if I told you, you’ll…”

Miguel turns slightly, averting his eyes, which is unlike him at all. His blush is now prominent, which spikes your own blush. You gulp, slowly stepping towards him. Your hand reaches for his arms, your touch making him blink and meet your gaze once again. “I like you too, Miguel,” 

“If you couldn't tell, I’ve also been sneaking glances at you,” You chuckle, placing one hand on his jaw as Miguel also chuckles, his voice reverberating around the room. “God, they were all right, we’re so oblivious,”

“‘They’?” Miguel grins, his hand holding your wrist, tilting his head against your hand. 

“The others noticed before we did,”

“Oh really?”

“Yeah,” You giggle.

“Wow, okay,” He follows your laugh, bumping his forehead against yours as the two of you laugh. You close your eyes, breathing in the scent that is Miguel, Basking in his warmth as he holds you close. Slowly, as the laughter dies down, you open your eyes, staring into his bright reds. Your hand brings his chin closer, you felt his breath stutter. After months of build-up, Miguel's lips against yours feel explosive. His hands are on your hips, pulling you closer, the reminder of those sharp talons beneath them. One hand reaches to tangle in Miguel’s hair, making him grunt, deepening the kiss. You feel his large hands caressing your sides, sending shivers down your spine. When you two pull back, Miguel's eyes are blown wide while you smirk, licking the remnants of him from your lips. 

“That year-long pining?” You smirk, pulling his shoulder closer, your nose brushing his. “Fucking worth it.”

Requests are open! Reblogs appreciated <;3 

[yanderestarangel]

Hear me out—

Dad body Miguel.

TW: SMUT, UNPROTECTED SEX, DIRTY THOUGHTS, CHUBBY/DAD BODY MIGUEL, FTM READER, BRAIN ROT,DILF,PRAISE.

art credits:_Insomniac_RED_ on twitter ( X )

Thinking about DAD BODY MIGUEL makes me feel feral, his voluptuous and soft belly along with some muscles covered by the softness of his skin. He could really walk around shirtless, with some stretch marks on his belly, arms and back from time to time and some hairs could be seen in the middle of his belly matching the scruffy beard on his face. He is a peaceful man towards you and bad tempered towards others.

── Maybe he's your DILF neighbor, tired single dad, obsessed with you.

You can feel his soft belly hitting your ass with every thrust he gives you as he fucks you doggy style, the happy path of hair leading up to his thick, slender cock tickled your sensitive skin while the fat tip of his cock kissed your cervix ─ his scruffy beard rubbed against your skin as he pulled your hair and gave you a clumsy kiss each of his scars glowed from the sweat on his body; you could see the growing gray hair on his arms, chest and even the hair on his head.

He would just shower soft praise on you as he slid his dick with minimal force, turning you to look directly into his eyes. "Eres tan bueno conmigo... apretándome tan fuerte. Keep it up pretty boy, I want to make you squirt for me."

You feel his hot cum leak from his tip as the friction of his soft skin touches yours with each movement ── Miguel uses his thick fingers to stimulate your clit even more, watching you squirt on his belly and dick, making him laugh and look at you satisfied and tired.

"Can you give your old man a break here? I really promise to fill you up later..."

[l1tw1ck]

I want to fck pregnant Miguel so bad, maybe a short aftermath of the last fic would be fine

3 Months

bottom!ftm Miguel x top!masc reader

AFAB Language Used | [Part One]

i don't normally write characters that are already pregnant nor do i take requests when they're closed but god i had to write this 😭 i was planning on adding it to the original fic but i forgot....💀 anyways, enjoy!

CW: Past Non-Con, Pregnant Miguel, Table Sex, Cunnilingus, Squirting, Lactation, Dumbification, Overstimulation, Creampie

You hug Miguel from behind as he’s grabbing a plate from the table, rubbing your boner against his ass to let him know your intentions. “Dinner was great, honey, but I think I want dessert too.” You pull his panties down and sink down to your knees. You bury your face in his cunt, indulging in your sweet and wet dessert. Miguel lets out a slutty moan and grips the edges of the table. He moans your name, voice coming out as breathy and desperate. “Fuck..” He lowers his head as your tongue enters his hole and your finger circles his clit. His whines are music to your ears and encouragement to keep going.

You don't stop until his squirts, giving you a delicious refreshment.

You sit Miguel on the table, planning to clean it up afterwards, and sink your cock into his pussy. He can't describe how good it feels when you enter him, it's almost euphoric. Almost as good as when you come inside him. He loves you so much now. He’s started to lactate and he often feels sore, it's your job to take care of that. You bring your mouth to his nipple, gently sucking on it while your hand massages his other breast. You slowly push in and out of him as you do so. Miguel leans his head back, letting out soft and sexy moans.

He whimpers your name, about to come even faster than normal. His nipples are so much more sensitive than before. You pull away and lick his nipple, getting the excess milk before moving to his other breast. Miguel’s breathing becomes labored as he gets close to an orgasm, letting out a loud whine as he comes.

Miguel moves back onto the table as per your instructions. You grab his legs and raise them in the air, using them to thrust into him. He grins, moaning even louder than before. The table shakes violently as you fuck him. Your aggressiveness is already making him lose his mind. He can't focus on anything except the pleasure he feels. He’s practically mindless. Ever since your first time together, it’s been getting progressively easier to make him get into this state. Make him come a few times and he’s gone. It made it easy to manipulate him. You lean over and kiss him. Thanks to muscle memory, he kisses you back. He feels as if a wave of electricity just ran through his body, from his chest and down to his cunt, causing him to orgasm again. Like always, you don't stop. The both of you love overstimulating him. He likes how fuzzy his brain gets and how he completely loses control, how you always have to help him after sex because he can't do anything on his own. He likes giving up his body to you.

Your thrusts eventually come to a stop as you finally fill Miguel up with your cum. “‘M gonna have twins..” He giggles. You smile at how dumb he is now. He’s so different from the Miguel you kidnapped. He’s better.

[fr3akingtf0utrn]

Trans Spidey reader where the reader is really into Miguel’s fangs and talons and everyone at HQ knows but Miguel (basically just sexual tension between oblivious people)

Miguel O’Hara x FTM!! Reader

Warnings: slight nsfw, def some hard tension, swearing, we stan cat claw Miguel. And remember I am German.. so poorly translated Spanish

I didn’t put a lot of detail in that reader is trans, but I feel that it’s still reassuring to know this fic has a trans reader :)) knowing that it’s about him but sorry!!

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“Yo, where’s your head at, mate?” Hobie hits your shoulder getting your attention. You blink from zoning out and uncross your arms.

“Uh just zoning my bad,” you say while boosting yourself back on your hands on the ledge, shoulders near your ears.

It was around lunch time at the HQ and you and Hobie were sitting on one of the ledges in the main lobby where you walk in. It was actually pretty quite since everyone is in the cafeteria, only some passing by.

“Are ye still thinking bout him, bro?” Hobie scoffs but chuckles at the same time. You roll your eyes, “kinda but it’s something else about him..” you ponder off.

Hobie rolls his eyes, “what? how he got like monster like features?” You go quiet and your eyes go wide.

“NAH MATE-!” He pushes you and fake gags. You cover your face and stand yourself up and start walking.

“Dude, I knew you liked em’ but not like that!” Hobie follows you as you guys hop down to the bridge, but you stop and he trips over you.

“wait,” you slowly turn around to him, “is it that obvious?” You frown up at him, waiting for his response.

“Yes! Bruv, you stare at him 24/7! And when you do it’s like your eyes turn to heart eyes.” He says and you groan throwing your head back while covering your face once again out of embarrassment.

“What about him interest you??” Hobie asks and you groan once again. “It’s too embarrassing,” you words slur from your hands.

He places his hand on your shoulder while walking around you. “I promise you it can’t be that bad,” hobie says and you move your hands giving him a look.

He raises his eyebrows, you look down. “His fangs and claws..” you mumble. “Huh,” hobie’s eyebrows furrow.

“His fangs and claws! Have you seen them! God I can’t there just so, ugh,” you throw your arms up.

Hobie stares wide eyed and mouth open, “lord, are you sure that’s the only thing?”

“We’ll obviously not, he’s so sweet when we’re alone. And he helps me a lot with certain things,” you say and comb your hair with your fingers.

“what kind of certain things??” Hobie smirks.

You side eye him, “your impossible to talk to.”

“If you think about it, it’s like monster fucking,” hobie says nonchalantly. You eyes went wide and jaw dropped. “You’re fucking disgusting,” you push and kick at Hobie and he stumbles.

You turn around and walk away. “Where are you going, dude?!” Hobie calls out to you. “To blow off steam!” You yell back and swing away.

“I would go find Miguel for that then, mate!” He laughs and sees you fumble a bit while swinging.

——

Your eyes barely left Miguel’s body the entire time. The thing was, you were barley listening to Miguel ramble.

He usually tended to do that when you guys were alone.

No matter what he does, he was just perfect. The way his hips swayed without realizing, giving sassy looks at others, which you found funny and cute. God, you wondered if he really did even know you liked him, you were obvious.

You were leaned against his desk, arms crossed and zoned out.

I wonder what triggers them..

how does he control them too?

most of all, I wonder how they feel…

Miguel turned towards you, “you get what I mean?” He suddenly asked.

You jumped, “uhm yeah sure.” Your head was still crowed.

He raised his eyebrow at you, “ why are you always out of it, cariño? You’ve been like this a couple days,” he asked you as he walked over to where you were.

You cleared your throat and boosted yourself up on the desk, “yeah, I’ve just been thinking..about- things?”

“Is that a question or statement?” Miguel’s eyes were on you, watching your body tense from his stare.

Miguel was utterly oblivious as well when it came to liking someone. Never noticed until someone points it out or if he gets jealous.

And, you had no idea he was literally obsessed with you. Jess had to smack the fuck out him to get his shit together and ask you out.

You let out a nervous chuckle and adjusted the neck of your suit. Miguel huffs and walks over to you. Your head was looking down at the ground, not noticing how the distance started closing until you saw big hands go on either side of your hips.

Miguel bad you trapped between his arms, his hips between your legs.

“Tell me,” he demanded. “huh,” you barely had words, ‘does this man not know notice what he’s doing?’

“Tell me what’s wrong so I can make you focus or feel better,” Miguel repeated. You bite the inside of your cheek, “okay..” you move yourself so you can reach for Miguel’s hand.

Miguel furrows his eyebrows, but continues watching, not wanting to stop you.

You grab it, admiring the pretty veins before pressing down in the middle of his palm, causing the talons to shoot out. You gasp and grin slightly.

Miguel raises his eyebrows, since he just takes his claw out on command, he didn’t know that was a way they could also show.

Your fingers graze his talons, loving the sharp edges. Miguel stares, eyes lidded looking at your mesmerized face. Suddenly, you gently drop his hand and reach up for Miguel’s face.

His eyes widen and he’s pushed up against you, your hands on his jaw.

“sorry, can I please just..?” you ask gently and Miguel nods like his hypnotized by you.

Your thumb traces his cheekbone while the other grazes his lips. Miguel’s body felt like it was on fire, being pushed up against you while your hands on him.

If you weren’t so oblivious and mesmerized by him right now, you would of felt the bulge creeping up against you, including the heat between your legs.

You lift Miguel’s upper lip, “can you show me them..please,” you ask noticing his fangs aren’t showing.

Miguel once again nods and opens his mouth, a soft sharp sound was heard and they appeared.

Your eyes shined with amazement and a slight grin. Your thumb stayed in his upper lip to get better angles of them.

Without noticing, you leaned closer and your thighs squeezed against Miguel’s hips. Miguel’s breath hitched when he felt you. His eyes swirled with red lust watching over you.

He felt special that you were so entranced by him, all your attention on him in this moment.

“..so sharp, Miguel,” you said under your breath and he felt his eyes go lidded as your other hand went to hold his hip to pull him even closer if that was possible.

You moaned as your thumb got a slight cut from his fangs, blood immediately oozing out. Miguel’s eyes widening, “..can I?” He asked.

You nodded and placed your hand that was on his face, onto his hips now. Miguel looked into your eyes as he stuck the tip of his tongue out and kitten licked the blood.

He leaned forward and placed one of his hands on your thigh, squeezing slightly with his claws.

Miguel wrapped his perfect lips around your thumb and sucked slightly, you feeling him suck the blood out. You watched with your mouth slightly open, and shifted your hips in the counter, accident brushing against him.

He grunted and released your thumb with a pop, his tongue still sticking out his mouth as he let you go.

Miguel’s claws dug into your thigh and slightly ran your hands up his body, loving how your hands fit on his snap waist.

Your hands made it to his biceps and then to his shoulders.

Miguel seemed breathless as your hands traced him, him staring into your own lidded eyes.

Your eyes flickered down to his plump brown lips, seeing the blood that dried slightly on them. You licked your own and you both leaned in slowly,

As soon as you felt his breath on you, a loud accent was heard.

“OI MIGUEL!! Can I steal Y/n?? I need him for something- oh..” Hobie stopped immediately in his tracks when he tilted his head up and saw you two connected by the hips.

Both of your heads snapped to him, staring wide eyed.

Hobie quickly turned around on his boot, he shoved his hands in his pockets, “I’ll just tell him later if guess! SORRY MATES!” Hobie yelled.

As soon as hobie was at the door he yelled, “make sure to use those fangs in bed on him, Miguel!”

“GET OUT,”

The sight was something, but that something was something that Hobie wish he didn’t see.

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FTM! Miguel O'hara x Top Male Reader NSFW!! Oneshot

Warning(s): EXPLICIT WORDS, OOC moments, Fingering, Begging, Edging

Inspired to make a ftm! Miguel

"M/N, Fuck~! " Miguel moans his lover's name into his hand, biting down on it as his hips thrusting up against M/N's skillful fingers that were inside of his sensitive pussy, pleasuring him.

M/N just watched Miguel as Miguel moans and squirms against the bed sheets, feeling himself closer to his climax. Miguel's fangs could almost pierce his own hand as his moans were muffled.

M/N thought to tease the tanned man as Miguel was trembling with pleasure.

"Well.. it seems that we have to go on that mission now." M/N lied, taking out his fingers out of Miguel's wet insides, causing Miguel to whine as he swallow his pathetic whimper.

"Don't do this to me.." Miguel huffed, his climax ruined as his red eyes looked at M/N, not saying anything else. M/N smirks as he hums.

"Do what, Miguel? You gotta give me more than that.." M/N went close to Miguel, his voice lower as he came closer to Miguel's face. Miguel's eyes made eye contact with the (E/C) ones, biting the insides of his cheeks while his legs trembled lightly.

"...You know what I want..." Miguel mumbles, moving his face close to M/N's to kiss him but was stopped once M/N placed his hand between the two of them, making his lips pressed his back his hand.

"Oh, Miguel.. You gonna tell me what you want because I don't know what you want. Do you want me to kiss on that pretty lips of yours or kiss...somewhere else.. y'know?" M/N mutters lowly as he traced on Miguel's heavenly thick thighs, teasing him by tracing upwards and in his inner thighs making Miguel shiver.

"C'mon, tell me what you want, Miguel~" M/N says, seeing Miguel's breathing becoming heavy the more closer M/N got to Miguel's pussy which ached for friction and pleasure.

Miguel whines lowly as M/N teasingly went close. "..Please continue, M/N.. I need you.." Miguel pleaded, embarrassment hitting him.

M/N hums once more, dragging his hand up his thigh to Miguel's wet pussy, rubbing his fingers against it as Miguel gasped and close his eyes while M/N did so.

"Continue, beg if you want more than this..and maybe I'll give it to you, baby.."