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127rkives · 11 months

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uhhhh idk if anyone has discussed this before but... miguel likes to eat pussy from the back!!!

like idk, every once in a while, his brain goes brrrr and something short circuits. idk chalk it up to stress but it's more like some feral, animalistic urge. he can’t really explain it. it’s almost as if someone flips a switch, his mind goes blank except for the thought of needing to be with you, under you, in you. he has to stop whatever he’s doing and go find you.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

and as soon as he makes it home to find you relaxed on the couch, he's flipping you over, contorting you face down ass up, and he’s nuzzling into your clothed pussy like a dog in fucking heat. when he’s finally spent just enough time shrouded in the scent of you, he's yanking your shorts off. he’s been at this for approximately 2 minutes but there's already a wet patch in the center of your panties. that sight makes his pupils dilate before going in for the kill. his claws come out to rip your panties to shreds right before he straight up nose dives into your pussy, and granted you can feel him, the action still catches you off guard enough for you to emit a loud gasp. it’s just too much too fast. “mig- ohhh!~”

“mmm... mmmf” miguel gets so much satisfaction from tasting you that he releases moans of his own. they would be bouncing around the room and intermingling with yours except right now he can't bring himself to pry his tongue from the slick walls of your cunt.

“oh my gosh- miguel!”

hearing you raise your voice in alarm while saying his name is enough to make miguel pause for a second. you take the moment of reprieve to look over your shoulder— huffing and puffing— only to be stunned by miguel’s animalistic look. his curls are messily hanging near his eyes which are dark, yet spacey as if he’s on another planet. his lips are parted just enough to show a peek of his fangs as he breathes heavily through his mouth after suffocating himself with your pussy, and a gleaming mixture of his spit and your slick is smothered over half of his face and all the way down to his collarbone.

“m- miggy could you just give me a few seconds?” you ask. miguel tilts his head to the side and scoffs. a curt “no” is all you get before miguel locks his arms around your thighs to drag you back to his watering mouth. you don’t have claws like miguel but if you did the couch cushions would definitely be in shreds from the way you’re gripping them.

the wet slurps of miguel’s tongue lapping at your cunt are soon paired with two of his thick fingers easily slipping in thanks to your arousal. he scissors them for a moment before adding a third. the speed he uses to pump them in and out and the feeling of his slightly calloused fingers against your gummy walls leaves you floating in the clouds. you’re brought crashing back down, however, when a deep groan from miguel sends sparks up your spine. soon enough you feel pressure building at the bottom of your stomach, only it doesn’t feel like it usually does. in a fit of panic you try to drag yourself out of miguel’s grip.

“ohhh my go- miggy!” it’s all you can do to let out little slurred calls of his name, but it doesn’t matter. miguel’s not stopping until he’s satisfied. your escape attempts are useless, but the wiggling is enough to piss him off.

“querida. don’t move so much. be good.” but you can’t be still. the tingly feeling in your tummy is growing and all you can do let out breathy moans as you thrash around in ecstacy.

“ahh- i can- can’t help it!”

all of your moving loosened miguel’s grip too much for his liking. in less than a second, he's yanking you back towards his mouth and hoisting your hips just high enough to wrap his lips around your cute little clit.

one hard suck is all it takes before you’re squealing at the top of your lungs. a scream of “miguel!~” is the only thing leaving your lips while your vision goes white and your breathing stops for a second. miguel is unrelenting behind you, switching to messily swiping his thumb across your clit and shoving his tongue back into your pulsating cunt in an attempt to catch every last drop squirting in to his mouth.

even when your arms give out beneath you and you faceplant into the couch miguel is still lapping at your outer lips like he’s been saved after being stranded in the desert for a year.

and like that, it’s like the switch in his brain flips again. he smooths his hands up and down your trembling thighs and scatters kisses in a path up your back to the nape of your neck. “you okay, cariño?” a weak “mhm” is all you can muster up as you turn your head to flash miguel a floaty smirk. he smiles and chuckles, recognizing the foggy look in your eyes. covered in a sheen of sweat and high off the feeling of him is just one of the times miguel thinks you look the most beautiful.

after ghosting his hands across your skin and giving you a few minutes to calm down, miguel goes to gently move you to his lap. he buries his nose into the crook of your neck, inhaling all of you. with the little strength you have, you wiggle around in his lap attempting to get comfortable but something is in the way-

“ohh~” miguel’s breath is hot on your neck as he groans into it. his fangs graze your skin, his hands grasp onto your hips for dear life and oh...

someone flipped the damn switch again...

#miguel o'hara smut #miguel ohara smut #miguel smut #miguel thirst #spider-man 2099 smut #spider-man across the multiverse smut #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel ohara x reader #way longer than this was supposed to be buut oh well

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sweetimpurity · 15 days

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Ripping the condom off mid sesh with your big boyfriend Miguel. He’s pumping into you, long deep strokes into your gushing pussy. He’s a moany mess on top of you, pounding into you from behind. Just the way you like.

“Ohhhh baby~ ugh mmmm hah…” His noises alone could make you come. You’ve just switched birth control so you’re using condoms for a few weeks. Don’t want any surprises.

But he’s used to being bare in your heat, he knows how it feels, he’s memorized it, he’s dreamt of it, there’s no other feeling like it.

“Please baby… lemme take it off… needa feel you… please please” He pants in your ear and you know exactly what he’s talking about. You want it it too. “Mig…..” You whine and nod. Both a protest and a plea. You’d do anything to take him raw at this point. Anything for his cum.

“We’ll get a plan B baby… tomorrow morning… I promise” He kisses your cheek, sitting up on his knees and ripping the rubber off like shackles and he’s a prisoner finally freed.

“Ohhh… yes baby… my baby girl…” He pants, sinking into your pussy finally bare, his dick instantly enveloped in that naked wet warmth. Kissing your back, your shoulder, your neck, anywhere he can get to you. He’s addicted for sure.

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theorphicangel · 4 months

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“𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬?” | 𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

synopsis: you have a valentine’s date tomorrow and you’re somewhat excited for it. but there’s just one thing you’re unsure about…thankfully your trusted roommate can help. right?

tags: roommate au! (Here we go again), smut, 18+, oral (m.receiving), blowjob, praise, mutual pining, these mfs are in DENIAL smh

PART ONE.

“You have a valentine’s date?”

“God, O’Hara don’t even try to hide the surprise in your voice, why don’t you.”

You cross your arms, frowning at your roommate who was currently sitting next to you on the couch. The two of you were watching a remake of a new movie that had come out recently. An hour or so had passed, the both of you stuck within a comfortable silence before your words had distracted him.

“How could you blame me?” He begins, his gaze still on the television screen. “I’ve never seen you bring anyone home before.”

“So you keep notice on who I bring home?”

A pause runs between the two of you.

“No.”

“Liar.”

Miguel clears his throat. “It’s none of my business anyways, what you do.”

After a few beats of silence, Miguel speaks again, this time with a teasing tone. “I wouldn’t want to be like you anyways, keeping track of who I sleep with.”

“I do not keep track!” you exclaimed.

“How come you remembered Cindy’s name then?”

You hesitate, stuttering off. “You–you talk about her a lot.”

“Bullshit.” A grin creeps up across his lips.

“You jerk, I was gonna ask you for a favor but since you wanna play that game, nevermind.” You crossed your arms, turning your attention back to the screen. Simultaneously, you had just sparked off Miguel’s own curiosity.

“What’s the favor?”

“I don’t want to ask you anymore, I’ll ask someone else.”

“Like who? Peter?”

“Don’t be mean, mig’.”

The movie continues to play in the background for a minute or two before Miguel starts getting restless.

“So who's the guy then? Someone you paid?” Miguel’s grin doesn’t have the time to stretch across his lips this time as you throw a pillow to his face.

“Hey!”

“Watch your mouth, O’hara.”

The two of you had been roommates for just under a year. You had moved in due to an emergency situation. A few troubles with your finances, student loans and the loss of your job resulted in you desperately responding to a roommate advert posted on the internet. Moving in at the beginning was awkward, the two of you avoiding each other, minimal conversation revolving around the weather and who would take out the trash.

But all it took was one night for the both of you to open up to each other, a shift in your realization that Miguel wasn’t as bad as you thought. A few too many drinks one night led you to learn a lot about each other. Like how he didn’t like the dark yet had a weird obsession with space. You found that he had a brother, a few years younger than him who was almost a spitting image. For him, he learned how you once had wanted to be a painter but soon switched career paths to psychology as well as taking up a foreign language.

Ever since that night, you’ve managed to maintain a good friendship with Miguel, completed with a little teasing here and there. On some nights, when you were left alone in your room, you laid back and stared at the ceiling, thinking about him. Particularly, thinking about him and the girls which he brought home. Your mind wandered to the possibilities of what he would be like with them. Imagining what it would be like to be in their position.

How would he touch you, feel you, look at you? Would he be gentle and take his time or does he rush, his passion taking over his whole body? It was questions like these that plagued your mind. You began to create a fantasy in your head, touching yourself at the thought of him touching you; imagining his movements to be slow and cautious, taking you all for himself.

Speaking of, you’ve recently noticed his lack of…visitors lately. Instead of hiding away with them in his room, he’s recently been spending a lot of late nights in your company.

“What’s your plans for Valentine's Day?” you queried, trying to maintain a casual tone. “Taking Cindy out for a romantic dinner?”

Miguel scoffs, shaking his head a little. “Why don’t you ask her out yourself, since you’re so obsessed with the woman?”

A small wave of ease flows through your mind at his answer. Yet it wasn’t exactly the answer you wanted. You pat Miguel on the chest mockingly.

“I knew she said no to you. If you ever want to talk about it, I’m here you kno—” Unfortunately you weren’t able to finish your sentence as a small scream left your mouth, as Miguel pinched your thigh.

“Watch it, imbécil.” he glared, before changing the topic. “But I’m serious, who's the poor guy then?”

You shoot an offended glare back before repositioning yourself on the couch, turning your body to face him properly.

“Someone asked me from work.”

“And you didn’t have to get on your knees and beg them first?” Playfully, you hit him on the arm and he lets out a fake wince of pain.

“Shut up. And no, for your information, I didn’t.”

Miguel hums, his eyes quickly glancing back to the television screen as he tries his best to ignore the sinking feeling of disappointment in his lower abdomen. Guess he should cancel tomorrow then.

“But I had a favor to ask you.” you turn your body, shifting your position to face him. Miguel merely raises a brow, humming deeply again with his eyes still glued on the screen.

“I was wondering if you’d…show me how to—uhhh how do I put this? Suck someone off.”

Miguel froze. Oh, now you had his attention.

“¿Qué?”

You freeze, clearing your throat as his eyes snap back to you. “I mean it was just a suggestion– I-I’ve watched a few videos but I’m still kinda—I just— I mean, I don’t–”

“You don’t know how to give a blowjob?”

It was a bit more blunt than you had wanted to put it but…yes.

You nodded silently, now choosing to avoid eye contact. “I just wanted some tips, y’know? What do guys generally like? I’ve read that some like it differently than others so…”

“Why are you asking me?”

Ah yes, the million dollar question. Why were you asking your hot ass roommate for blowjob tips? You had the choice to ask anyone: your best friend, or another friend or even a random stranger on the internet. Why him?

“You’re…experienced.” was all that you could come up with. “And not in a bad way!” You quickly correct. “ but I can assume you’ve had your good shares of…that.”

Miguel raises a brow again, swallowing thickly. Anxiety was now bubbling at the base of his stomach. You were asking him how to please a man and immediately his mind jumped at the thought of you with your valentine’s date at the end of the night. Ah, you were asking for your date.

“Well, did you just want tips or did you…” he trails off without finishing the sentence, thinking how weird it would be to finish the sentence that had popped up in his mind.

“ ‘Or did I’ what?” You repeat, tilting your head ever so innocently.

“Or did you want to practice on me?”

And that’s how you got here. Kneeling on the floor between the thighs of your very own roommate whom you have only known for less than a year. Was this what you were expecting when asking for advice? Of course not. But there was a sense of excitement that grew in the pit of your stomach and you weren’t going to complain about it.

“So how do I start?” You glance up at Miguel, your eyes wide with innocence and curiosity to learn. Just from the way that you looked at him, he was already beginning to get hard.

“Well, you just start.”

You roll your eyes, “Okay, doofus. So you expect me to just get into it? No foreplay or anything?”

“There’ll probably be some foreplay with your date and stuff but…we don’t have to do that.”

For a split second there’s an aura of hesitation between the two of you; him regretting his last words and you almost wanting to reject his assumption. Mutually, there’s a little voice inside of you that tempts you both to take the chance and do this properly.

But of course, this was a lesson.

A mere, innocent favor from a roommate. With no strings attached. Or feelings for that matter.

Even if it killed you both to suppress them.

You nod silently, taking mental notes. Miguel raised his hips a little to pull down his sweatpants, enough so that you could access him with ease. Now you’re starting to get nervous. Your heart was palpitating so much that you could hear your own heartbeat thump in your ears. “I-”

“If you don’t want to, we can stop.” He quips quickly, noticing your hesitation.

You pause, reflecting for the final time whether or not you wanted to do it. Once you made your decision, you glanced up at Miguel.

“It’s not like I have much time left to practice, right?”

Miguel raises a brow. After all, Valentine's day was tomorrow so you needed all the practice that you could get. “If you’re sure.”

“I’m sure.” you vocalized, trying to sound more confident in this way.

“Okay, lemme just–” Miguel mumbled to himself as tugs down his boxers. You noticed the way the bottom of his shirt hiked up a little, presenting his happy trail; a dark bush of hair leading all the way down to his…

Oh.

It’s big. Bigger than you thought. And he’s not even hard yet.

Miguel seethes a little, his cock only semi-hard. He pumps himself a few times before removing his hand, leaving it up to you. His arms now rest on the back edge of the couch, widening his thighs a little more for accessibility.

‘Holy shit’, you think to yourself, how the fuck were you supposed to deal with this?

Miguel caught onto your expression, panic drawn all over your face. “We can–”

“No.” you interrupt him, reading his apprehension too. His concern for you is more than obvious. “I want to.”

Miguel chuckles a little, “I was going to suggest to take it slow but yeah, if you’re still up for it.”

You swallow thickly, edging nearer before planting your hands on his thighs. This is so alien to you. After many months of tiptoeing around him at a distance, it was scary how fast you found yourself in a position of intimacy with him.

Sure, many times before have you fantasized about what it would be like to get close to him. With the sounds of moans coming from his bedroom late at night, it wasn’t hard for you to figure out how much of a woman pleaser he was.

Slowly, your hand wraps around his cock, feeling him get harder and harder with every second that passes. You think back to the videos that you had watched previous to this, noticing that most of the women decide to give a few strokes before going in with their mouth. You imitate them easily, watching your hand move.

You take in every fine detail: every vein, every twitch, every shade leading from the tip to the base. The crown of his cock is thick, becoming redder with every stroke as juices of pre-cum subtly spilling away.

“Jus’ like that.” Miguel murmurs and you notice how his tone is a little lighter than before. “When you’re ready, you can lick the tip a little, warm yourself up to it.”

You hum in response. You can’t bring yourself to look at him, not yet at least.

Once again, you think back to the porn videos you had watched, imitating the women by tracing little circles across the tip of his dick. Miguel lets out a drawn out groan and little by little you can feel his body relax as you continue on. It tastes salty. The tip of his cock is reddened and soft.

For a minute or two you continue to trace circles, closing your eyes in the moment, allowing yourself to relax and get rid of any nerves or doubt. Miguel says nothing more, his teeth softly biting down on his lower lip, he watches as you hesitate, unsure of how to continue from here.

Miguel’s hand soon reaches for your chin, causing you to pause and tilt your head up towards him. His hand cups right under your lips and your face turns to confusion for a split second before he lets out his command.

“Spit.”

For some reason, your body listens to him without a second thought.

“It’s okay if it gets messy,” he advises, “the messier the better.”

You make a mental note of that.

You make sure to be careful with your teeth as your lips part around his cock. Once again you take it slow, letting your mouth adjust to his size. He’s bigger and thicker than you had expected, barely halfway before he already fills up your mouth. Your eyes water as you attempt to take him whole, a decision which you realize quickly was too hasty as you reach your gag reflex.

“Hey, hey, hey, don’t– mierda!” Miguel sits up a little, trying to pace you. Your eyes water and saliva continues to pool out of your mouth, dripping down to his balls. Your cheeks are full of his cock and as if following his instincts, Miguel almost wants to hold your head there. It takes all of his resilience not to place his hand at the back of your head. He let out a grunt at the warmth of your mouth, coaxing him to stay a little longer. But unfortunately if he does, then he may cum sooner rather than later.

You feel his fingers tap your shoulder, “Hey–” he manages to draw out, “brea–breathe through your nose.” You attempt to do so, just letting off a few inches of his dick, letting your hand stroke whatever you can’t take. With you, you can build up a pace more freely, bobbing your head up and down. You close your eyes, concentrating on keeping your rhythm, a steady pace for now.

Fuck it, Miguel gives into his instincts, letting a hand cup the back of your head ever so lightly.

“Fuck, keep going… you’re doing so well.”

Miguel’s praises boost your confidence, the simple phrase removing past doubts that had cast over you. You pause to allow yourself to breathe, your hand stroking his length in the meanwhile and Miguel seems to cup your chin again.

“Mírame.”

One simple order and he has you hooked and, god, you have a gorgeous view.

His dark brows are deeply furrowed. Chest rising and falling heavily, His hands are now by his side, prominent veins from his other arm lead to the back of his hand which currently grips a pillow on the couch. His eyes are beginning to droop, with his head tilted back slightly. You notice how his Adam apple bobs in his throat with every guttural hum that he makes. His mouth is just about agape enough for you to spot his pink tongue peeking out at you.

And as for him? The sight of you is more wondrous than he could ever imagine. Your eyes are also heavy-lidded. Lips plump and wet with saliva dripping down your chin. This is a side of you that he’s never seen before. Your eyes glow with submission, the innocence and inexperience peeling off of you. If you keep looking at him with that expression, he’s not particularly confident that he’ll be able to hold on for that long.

“Don’t stop looking at me, okay?”

You hum a little before your lips open wide to wrap around his cock again. Yet this time, you manage to keep eye contact. Another unrestrained grunt leaves Miguel’s mouth, his lips parting once more.

You’d say that you’re confident now, relaxed more than ever – confident enough to begin exploring. Keeping his cock in your mouth, you begin to bob your head at a rhythmic pace and at the same time a free hand reaches down to his base, lightly tracing over his balls.

A sharp inhale leaves his mouth. “You’re gonna kill me, you know that, nena?”

You hum in response, the vibration of your mouth causing a helpless moan from your roommate. You focus near the tip of his cock, returning back to tracing circles over the slit. One hand still pumps the rest of him whilst the other gently teases his balls with your fingertips.

He’s closer than you think. And you can tell by the way that his hips begin to shift a little as if he’s trying to get more of your touch. He tilts his head back, chest rising and falling at a more dramatic pace. “Shit–shit–shit-m’gonna, m’gonna cum– if– if you keep going… oh fuck!”

“Wan’ me to swallow it all?”

You’re practically teasing him at this point. Fuck, he’ll do anything, anything. And this time he doesn’t hold back in vocalizing this, the words ‘yes’ falling from his tongue, pleading, begging you to continue. “Yes, yes, don’t fucking stop.”

You decide to grant him his wishes, turning to a faster pace as you stroke his length with your hand. You can feel his cock twitching, thick veins rubbing against your palm.

“You close, mig’?” you taunt, watching as he closes his eyes in pure euphoria. He nods, inchorant words fall from his lips in a babble as his hips jerk upwards and his thighs tense around you.

Fuck, fuck, fuck m’cumming! M’gonna–”

Miguel manages to cut himself off with a deep groan, lifting his hips up as you wrap your lips around him for the last time. His cock twitches, veins pulsating as your mouth is filled with his white seed. You swallow as much as you can, trying to bear the salty taste. His cum is thick, spurting so much out you think you won’t be able to keep up. Some leaks out, dripping down his shaft. As soon as you’ve swallowed, you lap up what you missed.

“Fuck, wait, wait–”

“M’cleaning you up.” you mumble. You can tell how sensitive he is. Just from your tongue lightly licking his length so as to not waste anything, his cock twitches. Once satisfied, you pull away, your tongue licking at your bottom lip.

Apart from the sound of the now forgotten movie playing in the background and the sound of light panting coming from Miguel, there’s a silence between the both of you.

You lean back, resting on your heels as you begin to grow aware of your actions.

You’ve just sucked off your roommate. Correction. Your hot ass roommate.

Neither of you know what to say. You begin to avoid his eye contact, feeling the awkwardness creep in. Yet, it fails to fully entrap you as Miguel chooses to bite the dust and speaks first.

“For someone with a mouth that doesn’t shut up, I’m surprised you know how to use it well.” he mutters, pulling up his boxers and sweatpants.

All tension from your body begins to evaporate, a slight smile appearing on your lips.

“Hey, what’s that supposed to mean?” you frown, wiping off remnants of his cum mixed with your saliva from your lips with the back of your hand.

“Nothing, nothing. You were just…good for someone who hadn’t done anything like this before.”

Unlike when you were sucking him off, his praise causes heat to rise to your cheeks, your face burning up. And like a few moments ago too, you continue to avoid his eyes.

Clearing your throat, you move to stand, gesturing that you’re about to go to your room. The movie is just about over but neither you nor him were worried about that anymore.

“Any other advice that I should take?” you say.

Miguel frowns, taking a few moments to think deeply. If he’s being completely honest with himself, that orgasm has crushed him. Leaving him with nothing but thoughts of you and that sweet mouth of yours. Just thinking about it almost makes him hard again.

A part of him almost dares to tell you to forget your date tomorrow and to go out with him tomorrow. The card and flowers addressed to you, wait patiently in his room, a last-minute gift after weeks of building up the courage to ask you. All that courage is lost now though.

He’s too late.

“No.” He says, finally, going against his instincts. “Just do exactly what you did for me.”

“No complaints?”

“No complaints.” He clarifies. A deep pit of regret and hurt builds up again in his lower stomach, a feeling that he’ll have to start getting used to. He deserves it, he thinks, for not asking you sooner. He has no right to be jealous that someone else beat him to it. Not when he wasn’t dropping enough signs to prove that…

he’s falling in love with you.

Before entering your bedroom, you pause, the door leading to your bedroom slightly ajar. “Hey.”

Miguel glancing up to look at you.

“Thanks.”

Miguel says nothing more and really he should be the one thanking you for the heaven that you’ve just taken him to. He waits until he hears your bedroom door close and lock before letting out a sigh that he didn’t know he was holding in.

After he’s sure that you won’t return, Miguel pulls out his phone, tapping his screen until he reaches a certain page.

‘Are you sure you want to cancel your reservation for a ‘table for two’ on the 14th of February ?’

After a mere moment of hesitation, he confirms. His thumb clicking on ‘yes’.

part 2.

#Angel writes #unless ur a few hours ahead then…yeah #miguel ohara x reader #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o'hara atsv #atsv headcanons #atsv miguel #miguel x reader #spider man: across the spider verse #miguel smut #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara smut

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fairlyang · 12 days

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miguel’s version🕷️

w/c: 1.5K

pairing: miguel o’hara x peter b parker x f!reader

tags: 18+ smut. mig’s bright idea, tiny bit of possessiveness, fingering, fucking, kind of a 3some but not really, unprotected sex x2

notes: didn’t expect this to be my comeback but I’ll take it! my phone is on 2 😀 no translations bc I’m so tired n it’s barely anything dw also no part 2 tis a one thingie

miguel, who was such a dirty fucking pervert, had the grand idea of doing one of those tiktok challenges where people play rock paper scissors for delicious food and the winner gets to eat it while the other has to run behind them then come back

but the plot twist for his version is that it’s not food they’ll get to eat, instead he and peter b will be playing for your pussy

he had the idea as soon as he saw one of those challenges that had crumbl cookies and thought, “I know something that’s sweeter.”

so on a whim he just blurted it out while you guys were just chillin in his office in that exact moment because why the fuck not and because he was already hard

he really couldn’t help it

peter didn’t need any convincing and you were just unsure you heard him right

he repeated it and you just bit your lip as well as subconsciously squeezing your thighs together because that just sounded so hot

he grabbed a chair near him then dragged it over to you and while you blinked, looking all confused but pretty, he turned you around and had you arch your back then you got the hint and grabbed onto the back of the chair

now fortunately for all of you, your suit was just like miguel’s, holographic in a sense so with a touch of a button on his own watch, he made the lower half of your suit disappear

you gasped and shivered at the slight cold breeze but now just felt pure excitement

“hope you won’t get in trouble Parker.” Miguel scoffs before passing you his phone so you could record it

you hit the camera on his phone and you felt Peter behind you then seeing him when you flipped the camera so you could get them both in frame

you stuck your ass out like a good girl and you could’ve sworn you heard a groan

“we run to where those bookshelves are then come back.” miguel points and peter eagerly nods

you saw miguel nod on the screen and you switched it so it’d be a video and quickly hit record while you recorded over your shoulder a bit so your ass could be in view along with the two men

miguel’s office was quite large so they had plenty of room to run and then come back

“rock paper scissors!”

miguel pulled rock and peter scissors.

miguel dropped to his knees and immediately began devouring your pussy while peter full on sprinted towards the bookshelf

you moaned as miguel sucked on your folds and you had to grip the chair harder just in case your legs wanted to give up on you

he wrapped his arms around your ass and moaned, sending shivers down your spine as you slowly started to grind yourself against his face

he gave your ass a hard smack, earning himself a whimper while he went lower and started sucking on your clit

suddenly his mouth is gone and you look at the camera to see peter was back and they went back into it

“rock paper scissors!!”

peter pulled scissors and miguel paper

peter dropped to his knees and teased your hole with the tip of his finger before slowly sliding it in, then after one singular second he started pumping it into you at a fast pace with no care if you were ready for it

you cried out and felt your walls clenching on his fingers meanwhile he was just leaving kisses on your ass as if it were nothing

“p-peter-“ you moaned and felt your eyes flutter

he hummed and went even faster, the noises from your pussy becoming louder then suddenly the pleasure is gone

“what the fuck-“ you whined and miguel was back

you groaned, not realizing this was just going to be “edge the fuck out of your girlfriend day” but with how desperate they are to please you maybe an orgasm will come

through glossy eyes you saw they had a tie with rock then miguel won with paper

he got to his knees and just slid two of his fingers inside you before just slamming them into you relentlessly making you let out a full-throated moan

“baby- fuck I didn’t think-“ you start then can’t form a coherent sentence as he starts sucking on your clit

“Mmm fuck! j-jus- like that-“ you cry and roll your eyes back

your juices were leaking down and he could taste every drop you were giving him, he wasn’t so sure he’d be able to control himself anymore

peter came back and he shoved miguel off you as he caught his breath, bringing his fist up

trying to control your shaky hands to steady the camera a little but at this point it might just be useless

especially after feeling three fingers slip inside you and you couldn’t even see the screen anymore so just having to guess who won

you felt a kiss on your ass and that answered your question so you just moaned out his name

“fuck peter! p-please don’t stop-“

he moaned against your skin and fucked you harder, just having the need to hear your pretty moans

then he felt hands on his shoulder and he was harshly pushed to the floor

you whined feeling the emptiness and weren’t sure you liked this idea so much anymore

you tried to wipe your eyes with your arm when you let out a gasp followed by a moan now feeling a thick cock inside over some fingers

you could see miguel’s patience ran thin, especially with the way he bottomed out immediately and just stayed deep inside you

“feel so good baby.” he groans into your ear and pulls a bit back before shoving his hips into yours making you both moan

“hard mig please-“

he groaned and pounded into you with all his force, the sounds of your skin slapping echoing throughout his office peter was able to hear it clearly

“tan perfecta, tan bella-“ he moans and grabs onto your hips making you fuck yourself back into him

you tried your hardest to keep the phone steady but at this point it was useless and just focused on how amazing miguel was fucking you

it was like he was trying to prove a point, what it was who knows but it sure did feel incredible

suddenly it was gone and you groaned, making sure both of them knew you didn’t want this stupid game to go on for much longer

after an eye roll you looked at the camera and peter positioned himself behind you when you heard a rip

before even getting the chance to clown him on how cheap his suit must’ve been, he slammed himself into you

not wasting any time he lowered his body so his chest was against your back and he was holding your stomach with one hand and your face with the other

you slightly turned your head to the left and looked at him with fucked out glossy eyes and he did not hesitate to kiss you as he gave you deep strokes

you kissed back and closed your eyes, letting your sense of touch take over your entire body

he presses his hand on your stomach a little bit making you whimper into his mouth which just drove him absolutely insane

then the expected happens and miguel forcibly shoved him off with all his strength because he was calling it

“last round” he growled making you and peter both whine

“but-“

“I don’t care-“

“pero-“

“Bebé me vale.”

you pouted, mainly because as much as it was tortureous it was also so much fun

you calmed your breathing as you watched the screen, both of them all sweaty and out of breath

boy did they look good

“rock paper scissors!”

they both pulled paper

they tried again and both pulled rock

they tried once again and both pulled paper

“just choose scissors!” you yelled and they both shushed you

they tried and the final winner was miguel with rock because peter chose scissors

“you sneaky fu-“

miguel slipped inside you then took peter’s previous position and started pounding into you as hard as he could

he pressed onto your stomach so it could intensify the pleasure for you and you shut your eyes, letting out the prettiest of moans and cries while he fucked you in such a relentless pace

he was fucking you as if it would be the last and he couldn’t bring himself to slow down because he was feeling so close and he just needed to fill you in front of peter no matter what

“fuck baby- god you’re fucking perfect.” he groans and moves his hand from your face to your jaw to kiss you

you kissed him and somehow that little piece of sweet affection threw you over the edge unexpectedly and you were letting out whimpers into his mouth while he dumped his load inside you, making sure he was as deep as he could be

your body shook and you just let the slow sloppy make out happen as you both came down from your highs meanwhile peter just exploded himself because of course he wasn’t going to run that final lap and just stayed back to watch and jerk off

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cherryberry-sugarandspice · 10 months

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Cuddling with Miguel O'Hara HC

something about soft Miguel makes my heart explode

Miguel is touched starved, we know this, so he CRAVES intimacy

yes, sex is fun, but being engulfed in warmth and pressed against another body soothes the soul

Miguel is the little spoon. He'll nuzzle his face into your chest, large arm wrapped around your waist and pulling you close. the beating of your heat and soft breathing lulls him into a deep, comfortable sleep, the weighted responsibility lifted off his shoulders

if you were to run your fingers through his dark hair, finger nails scratching at his scalp, he'll melt directly within your arms, groaning quietly and peppering your neck and chest with ticklish kisses

he dreads the morning time. absolutely loathes mornings

why? because the two of you have to get up and he'll be cold and empty

he'll keep you in his strong grip, lazily smooching your chest as he mumbles a muffled "five more minutes" before falling back asleep, his grasp as firm as ever

you'll just have to put up with his antics and hug him close to you, one hand musing his hair and the other hand rubbing circles between his shoulder blades, leg draped down his side

"okay Migs, we HAVE to get up," you'll whisper gently, attempting to pry him off

then he'll switch from little spoon to big spoon, trapping you in his arms and nuzzling his nose against your hair

"five more minutes, bug"

"you said that five minutes ago," you'll say, hands on his warm, hairy chest and giving him a look "come on, we gotta get going"

"the multiverse can wait" he'll grumble with a angry pout, falling back asleep with you still in his arms

you can only sigh and kiss his neck, cuddling up into him

miguel just loves his cuddles

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loganlermanstanaccount · 8 months

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Rigor Mortis (part 10)

College roommate!Miguel O'Hara x reader

(AO3 Mirror) (Wattpad) Series Masterlist, Main Masterlist,

Part 9, Part 11

summary: In the morning, Miguel reminisces.

warnings: smut! grinding, humping, alcohol, PIV, switch-y behaviour (what's new), aftercare, mentions of depression. 18+ Minors DNI

a/n: soft melty mig >>>

Thank you to my beta readers, @tianyhi and @urgonnaneedabiggership (they also write Miguel fics, I highly recommend! my favourite is this series), I couldn't have done it without you guys <3

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between your bodies;

You wake up with a headache and a lump in your throat.

Bleary eyes; and you rub away sleep, rosy and warm around the edges. Everything smells like him, is your very first thought. It's the kind of thing that has you reeling, tossing and turning in unfamiliar sheets before looking up at a mottled ceiling. Light creeps in from curtains cracked open, rays spreading like wildfire on everything it touches. Miguel's bed is by the window, and you can't help but curl up what little light spills in with your hands; palm upwards, slowly balled into fists. It's warm, and your hand feels a little different.

Oh.

Like a bolt of lightning, memories of the night before run up your spine; dancing up and down between the sheets. Miguel's hand in yours, his skin pressed up against you, a room spinning in the kind of way that seems romantic. Seems romantic; you note. It could've been the alcohol, but you had felt something between you two, yesterday. Something… different . Your cheeks grow warm at the thought of last night; drunken revelations and so much light, it burns.

I like the way your eyes scrunch up when you smile. I like the way you look in the morning, squinting at labels and cereal packets. You've got the prettiest lips I've ever seen, Miguel.

You burrow under the covers as you recall it; the memory of Miguel between your thighs, his head in the crook of your shoulder. The way he had half-laughed, heady and heavy and thick with want, low groans pooling by the shell of your ear. You're not too sure if you meant it; really, really meant it; and you're scared of what that means. Casual sex was the agreement, and you didn't think you had the capacity for much else.

Sighing, you stretch your leg out from under the covers, dipping a tentative toe on the rug. Bare, except for a T-shirt whose hem kisses your thighs. Mig's t-shirt, of course, and you tug it down as you slip out of his bed. The aftermath, things tossed off shelves and awards that had clattered to the ground, lies in last night's wake. Guiltily, you root around to pick up his things.

They're more personal than the things around the house. You notice a plaque or two from undergrad, his diploma - biomechanics and chemical engineering with honours - and even a certificate from a middle school science fair. The image makes you smile: little Mig with braces and a distinct frown, handed a plastic trophy in front of a spotty crowd. 'First Place' it says, and knowing him his entry was less baking soda volcano and more miniature Hadron Collider . If he's anything like he is now; he was probably a mouthy little pain-in-the-ass, too.

You take a watch off of the floor, half hidden under his bed. A knee brushes past a clear box; that jostles and rattles around like nails in a metal can. From vague outlines, you can see a box of junk , in every sense of the word: scrap metal, wires, plastic tubing. A whole scrapyard under his bed, and you reach for it, curious. Something knicks at your hand in the process. Glass, from a broken pane of a frame slipped under the bed. Softly, you hiss, sucking at the cut that draws blood.

More careful, now, you push the frame towards you, sweeping up the glass as best you can. In the lowlight, you can't make out much. Carefully, you hold it by a corner - an intricate thing, all twisted metal and brushed bronze. From out under the bed, you see it, or rather, him: Miguel, a little younger, surrounded by a couple of unfamiliar faces. A taller man, a much older woman - and they both smile in the way he does, crows feet and with the kind of warmth that reaches their eyes. In his arms (Miguel's, but not your Miguel) is a little girl. She is small; wide-eyed, gap-toothed; looking up at him, as if the camera wasn't there. The adoration in her face makes you smile. His sister, maybe? His brother, Gabi, and his dear mama ?

Gently, you place it on the side table. You sweep up the glass into your hand, ignoring the sting that spreads to your palms. It's not a deep cut, but you head to the kitchen anyway, in search of warm soapy water and something to mop it up.

Slipping past the doorway, it is deathly quiet. Morning spills in through a window, illuminating a lone figure - broad shoulders, tan and bare save for pyjama pants, hunched over the dining table.

Miguel doesn't seem to notice as you get closer, finally able to hear slight noise and chatter from a tinny phone. Cup of coffee in hand, you watch as he scrolls, replaying the same video over and over. From over his shoulder, you can just about make it out: music that had deafened you at the time, loops with a pathetic whine. A video from last night, it seems, and you recognise the icon of Lyla's story. Bright lights, your dress sparkling and a pretty little laugh drowned out by Lyla's - he seems to replay the same couple of seconds over, and over, and–

“Mig?” He jumps, leaping almost 3 feet into the air, it seems. His phone shuts off with a clatter, slammed onto the table. Turning, he seems guilty, before flattening his face into something more socially acceptable.

“H-Hi. Morning.” He clears his throat, giving you an awkward nod.

“Morning,” Softening, you slink down to take a seat. He knows, of course: he knows that you know, that you saw exactly what he's been doing. But you're both going to ignore it, let it settle in the gaps between you - a gap that quickly shrinks, he notes.

The chair drags across the floor, almost catching at a rug on the wooden slats. When you seat yourself by him; closer, closer, oh-so close; you can't help but brush your legs to his, addicted to the way it makes him shiver. Payback, you think, grabbing at his mug and stealing a sip before he can say anything. For all the times he's fucked with your head.

Miguel knows better than to protest, crossing his arms resolutely. He sighs - not maliciously, but with a tinge of defeat. You're too pretty, and too close for him to think properly; to even muster up the energy to argue. And so he doesn't, opting to chew at the inside of his cheek.

“ Hey .” You say, hand coming up to cheekbone, stroking at it with your thumb. Miguel tries not to lean into it, to melt into the touch. “ Careful. Where'd you go?”

It makes him laugh, bitterly, ruefully - whatever you want to call it. Where'd you go? And you say it like you've got an inkling of all the shit that goes on in his head. He goes to the same place he always seems to be, these days. Somewhere that reminds him of you , of your nights together, of your nights apart–

“Did you sleep well?” You're asking, and it takes him a second to process it.

“Sure.” Shrugging, he lies, and you pretend to believe him. “Long night, I suppose.”

When he picks that moment to look at you, to bore into your soul, you take your hand away; feeling naked , feeling bare .

“What about you? Did you sleep well?”

And you hum, non-committal, in response.

“Can’t remember much.” It’s a bold-faced lie, and he knows it.

He chews at his lips, eyes dragged down to your figure. He’s shameless, lashes fluttering before he sighs - with the kind of tiredness that rattles at his chest - scratching at a 5 o’clock shadow.

He’s pinching at the bridge of his nose like he’s battling a headache - and losing miserably. Miguel; your Miguel, this time; looks so pathetic, with the countenance of a wet mop. It’s not a grimace, nor a frown, like always. It looks like melancholy - thinly veiled, bone-deep - and it makes your heart splinter.

You just… you just want to comfort him. To hold him in your arms and stroke his hair, to press kisses into the crinkles at the side of his mouth, his forehead: to be warm and soft and somewhere safe , for him.

It’s a compulsion you can’t fight, clambering over him to sit on his lap. His gaze flickers, pointedly trying to ignore you, but his hand rests comfortably on plush thigh. It sends a shiver down your spine; how tender his touch is, even when like this.

“I…” You start, tracing a hand to his scratchy jaw and gently tilting him towards you. “I remember enough.”

He can’t help it, hand travelling a little further up and eyes flitting to your lips.

“... Yeah ?” And it comes with an unceremonious squeeze at your ass, wetting his lips with pink tongue.

That gap between you shrinks even more as you press your chest to his, with a hand at his shoulder. God, his skin is hot to the touch; lean muscle that tenses under your palm. He gets closer.

“What are you doing today?” He’s trying so hard, forcing himself to look you in the eye - betrayed only by a pounding heart and a lingering look to your lips.

Coupled with the way he looks at you; kneading at your thighs, leaning into your gentle palm; it makes your throat close up.

“...U-Umm, I think–”

“It’s Friday, right?” He hums, head cocked as if deep in thought. “You’ve got… stats and lab prep, today.”

You frown. “Yeah, actually. How did you–”

“You’re always complaining about Fridays.”

“I didn’t yesterday.”

“I’ve barely seen you all week, sweetheart.”

“ And who’s fault is that? ” Muttering, you roll your eyes, trying not to show him the way it makes you melt.

“I listen.” He says, soft.

“...sometimes.” You finish, but it’s half-hearted. You know, he knows; he listens . He always has.

“I think…” You clear your throat. “T-Think m’gonna take the day off. I’m pretty–”

Tired. Exhausted. Ready to kiss your roommate if it meant he would look at you like that for a little longer.

“ – hungover .” He whispers, thumb stroking your hip as you snort; ready to bat him away.

Wriggling, his grip tightens, slotting you closer as if in a trance. You’re laughing, a sharp retort at the tip of your tongue, but his wry smile seems tinged with something else. It’s a something that makes your heart skip a beat – but it’s his next words that have you reeling.

“I’ve got the day off, too.”

You’re taken aback. “Don’t you…? I-I mean I thought you’re taking extra hours at Alchemax…”

“Nope.” Resolute, he shakes his head. “We’ve got appraisals or something, today. Upper management only. I thought I told you.”

Brows kneaded, you give him a look he’s well accustomed to. And Miguel; because he’s Miguel, of course; counters it almost immediately.

“Don't give me that … You didn’t even know I wore glasses until yesterday.”

“That’s not fair , Mig.”

“You don’t want to spend the day with me? Dios mio, hermosa.”

“Mig–”

Dramatic, he tips his head back, clutching at his chest. “Am I that bad? You can’t spend a couple hours with me–”

“Mig –”

“Just a couple, sweetheart, and then I’m out of your hair, and you can complain about me to–”

“ Mig! ” You exclaim, giggling whilst you nudge his head forward to meet your gaze.

“You called?” He flutters his eyelashes playfully, with a hint of a smile.

It looks good on him, you think; glad that he feels comfortable enough to finally let go.

There’s a gentle lull and he places hot palms at your thighs to hike you up even closer. You adjust yourself on his lap, watching the way he groans with his head in your hands. It makes you bold: the way he moves to clutch at your hand and dart under the lip of your shirt to press you closer.

A roll of your hips makes him purr , eyes fluttering as he rocks up in thin pants. Quickly hardening, he’s wearing a dopey smile - one you return as you press your forehead to his. He angles his hips just right, causing little moans to spill out from pretty lips. The hand at his jaw travels to the nape of his neck, tugging in that way you know that he likes. You know him, and that makes your chest warm: the way he purrs and rumbles as you touch him in a way only you can.

Roughly, he swallows, head tilted up to catch at your cheek.

“Do you remember what you said last night?” It’s whispered into skin, soft and barely-there. “What you asked me to do?”

Kiss me. Why won’t you kiss me?

Like something sharp and intense through your veins, the memory makes you shiver, leaning into Miguel so his clothed cock catches at your clit. Like this , you don’t want to look at him - you can’t.

Ask me tomorrow.

And so you shake your head, nuzzling into his side with a weak whimper.

There’s a pause so imperceptible you might have imagined it. If Miguel is disappointed - or relieved, or frustrated - you can’t quite tell. Unceremoniously, he latches on, taking large handfuls of your ass and sucking ugly hickies into pretty skin.

“You asked me–” He says it between wet kisses, sloppy and hungry and quickly deepening. “You asked me to fuck you .”

You gulp, hips rolling as you close your eyes.

“ Just the tip, you said.” He lifts you up slightly, rolling back plaid pants. He nips at your neck, all tongue and teeth and claws. “Do you remember now?”

He’s not even inside, teasing your bare folds with the wide head of his cock. Your head tilts to give him more access to that juncture of your jaw. A dry chuckle leaves your lips at his tone and countenance; asking if you remember as he does his best to make you forget even the simplest of things. And that’s the thing about Miguel O’Hara, saccharine-sweet, gorgeous -in-the-low-light O’Hara: he makes you feel so good, everything else falls away.

“ Fuck.” He heaves. “”J-Just the–”

Impatient, you shift your hips, slipping him inside with one delicious movement. You can taste it: pleasure , white-hot and building up just below your gut. Miguel separates with a wet pop, hands trailing up to rid you of your shirt – his shirt, you realise with a moan. Exposed, he eyes your pretty stomach and then the peak of your breast. He keeps you flush to his hips, right at the sharp cut of his v-line, tufts of hair leading to where you both meet. With the way his eyes flutter, you can tell: he wants to kiss you, slathering up your chest to collarbone, and then from collarbone to jaw. He gets close, pressing shaky kisses to the corner of your lips – threatening to break the promise you made to each other long ago. And God , with the way he pistons up into your cunt, you… you just might let him.

Then his hips shift, pubic bone at your clit in a way that brings pleasure to the burn. You’re stretched out, filled to the brim and then leaning back to press your forearms onto the grain of the dining table. Like this, his hands stay squeezing the flesh at the tops of your thighs; only able to watch as you take over. You use a bit of leverage to tilt your hips this way and that - eyes low, not leaving his.

“Feels good , Mig.” You’re whining, eyes locked onto his because you want to watch him fall apart - to watch as all his troubles melt away. “So good. Uhh –Always does. I remember… shit … remember this. ”

And you take his hand, wrapping your lips around his index and middle finger - thick and large - with the memories of how they felt inside you only making you wetter. Gushing praise as best you can, you slobber and slather over his fingers, studying every twitch and gorgeous groan that he gives. He pulls his hand away from you; gentle, but cursing nevertheless; alternating from slapping your ass to tugging at the stiff peak of your nipple. It’s your turn to stutter, hips jumping as you cum - an orgasm so hard he bites the inside of his cheek to stop himself from spilling into you. There’s blood in his mouth, he notes as he studies the way you look: beautiful, always beautiful; framed in the gentle pink and purple from a rising sun.

Miguel slips out of you, painfully hard. Still heaving from your orgasm, you lean forward to press his cock between your bodies: bare and gorgeously framed in morning sun. Writhing, you kiss his neck, trailing up to the shell of his ear, whispering sweet nothings.

“Want you to cum, Mig.” And you do… oh God , you do. “You close?”

All he does is groan, nodding fervently into the crook of your neck. Diligently, you wrap him up in your arms, crooning and sweet, carefully rocking into him so his cock slides up and down your soft skin. For once, he doesn’t complain, holding you just as tight.

“M’gonna… o–ohh ffuck …”

“Cum, Mig. For me.”

You’re firm but gentle, pressing your tits up against him and making sure his cock gets that well needed friction. As such, you can feel it almost immediately; hot cum slathered over your tits and body - leaving so much glistening on your skin.

With a rough gulp, he heaves, eyes screwed tightly shut. You can’t help it, brushing away stray hairs from his face, leaving soft kisses in your wake. And maybe, just maybe, you hear him sob - muffled whimpering and whining with every slight shift of your body against his. And oh . It makes your heart melt when you realise, still carding your fingers through the nape of his neck.

He’s overstimulated. It’s too much.

Limp, he stays wrapped around you for a while, muttering nonsense into your skin.

“ Sorry. ” Shakily, he says – like he even has anything to be sorry about. “M’really— fuck. I just need a moment.”

You hum. It makes your heart heavy that he thinks he needs to be ready now , that he thinks he doesn’t deserve more than a moment to process his pleasure. You want Miguel to feel good, you always have. But with the realisation that you want him to be happy ; to feel safe, to feel loved; well…

…it scares you more than anything.

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Aftercare .

Miguel admits, he’s not too familiar with the term.

It’s not something he’s proud of. With many a one night stand under his belt - even, occasionally seeing a girl more than once - he’s never been too good at it. He’s tried, definitely. Tried so very hard to stick around a little longer, to stay curled up in bed and guide his partner through their comedown. Unfortunately, it doesn’t quite come naturally to him - oft susceptible to a glass of water by the bedside and a gentle nudge to an Uber. That physicality: the cuddling , and kissing, the sappy, wholesome, relationship-adjacent thing? He’s never had that desire after sex, much too stuck in his own head for that.

So why does this feel… so good?

You’re taking care of him. He’s not stupid; knowing that your bedside manner is much better than his. You’re merely doing the right thing and helping him past such an intense orgasm: and that seems to come in the form of his head on your chest, limbs tangled up together on your beat up old couch. This doesn’t count , he’s convinced himself: all those rules and boundaries you’ve both come so close to breaking - a little cuddling doesn't even scratch that surface. And if it feels so good to have your hand playing with his hair, to ground himself with the steady thump-thump of your heart, then who is he to complain?

He’s just a man, he decides. A mere mortal, unable to resist that taste of heaven he’s been given - unable to say no . Absentmindedly, you’re humming some stupid song you’ve had stuck in your head for at least a week, now, eyes trained towards a cheesy soap on the TV. There’s a mug of coffee on the table - it tastes like shit, but Miguel is more than happy to gulp it down if it makes you feel better - hot and steaming as you tug the blanket so it covers him a little better.

Unknowingly, you’re lulling him to sleep - the very same sleep he’s been chasing for the past couple of hours. Tossing and turning at night, but barely 10 minutes in your arms and his body only seems to listen to you , for some reason. Traitorous bastard, he thinks, fighting to keep his eyes open.

You’ve cleaned the both of you up - even though he had insisted otherwise. Let me take care of you , he had slurred, and you just laughed ; that pretty, infuriating laugh, with that pretty, infuriating smile – the very same one he’s wanted to kiss off of you since the beginning. Weakly, he protested, following you into the kitchen only to make a nuisance of himself.

It’s like you're drunk, Mig.

In some ways, maybe he is. You had steered him away, and onto couch cushions. Which must have been quite the feat, he notes, able to control all 6”5 of his sleep-deprived, hefty limbs. But he supposes, yet again, his body doesn’t quite listen to him anymore. Only you.

Was it that good? Did I fuck the fine motor skills out of you?

He remembers groaning. He remembers trying not to be drawn in by that lilting giggle, covering his ears with a rough blanket. Most of all, though, he remembers the feeling of your body on his, slipping on top of him to dig him out of that heap.

Miguel? Baby, it’s a joke! I’m kidding, I promise.

He had poked his head out. Baby. He likes that, likes the way his name sounds out of your mouth. It anchors him to this mortal plane like a sharp hook, cutting through the brain fog and burying itself into his chest. You had clasped your hands around his face, steadfast despite his wriggling.

…Oh God, even worse. I think I fucked the common sense out of you instead.

He remembers wanting to kiss you. Your lips curled up into that stupid smile, clearly so pleased at a shitty joke. It makes him warm, thinking about it now. Or maybe, it’s just the blanket you’ve tried to suffocate him in.

“When did you sleep?” You ask, and he has to blink up at you to collect his thoughts.

“Late.” He says it simply.

That answer doesn’t satisfy you, and you’re poking and prodding at his face, gently pulling at slowly deepening eyebags.

“ No fucking wonder .” You mutter. “You’re turning into me. No more late nights, Mig.”

When he frowns, you stick your tongue out, gleefully watching as his grimace deepens.

“Or what?”

“Or we stop having sex.”

That makes him rocket u pwards, indignant. “ You can’t just– ”

“I can do what I want.” Slowly, your face morphs into what must be worry. At least, he thinks it does, not too familiar with someone worrying about him like this. “No more late nights, please”

You say it so softly his heart might break. He clears his throat of its cobwebs.

“That's not really up to me, sweetheart.” Thesis deadlines. Tutoring. Taking on more hours at Alchemax in preparation for a big event. Slowly, his plate mounts, and it takes everything in him to keep going.

“I know,” You settle his head onto your lap, now. Absent-mindedly, you wrap one of his curls around your finger, hand in his hair in a way that feels more intimate than the past hour, days, weeks spent together. “I just wish you'd take care of yourself better.”

It's not said to chastise him, and you don't sound disappointed ; not tinged with the same flavour of guilt that his mama has over the phone, or that Gabi has when he hits him with that deep sigh. It's pure, selfless, plain-and-simple worry. He doesn't deserve it, he thinks.

He looks up at you. Beautifully oblivious, your gaze is still pinned to the TV. It’s domestic, comfortable in the afterglow of sex. That’s what it must be: contentment and bliss settling over him like a warm blanket. The aftermath of being in your arms, of your body on his; purely physical , that follows the kind of euphoria that he imagines can only be found in a needle. Honestly, he’s still expecting a sharp decline, a rough comedown that tastes like regret, or despair, or deep, deep empty. It doesn’t come.

Always the pessimist, but Miguel can’t help it, really; he’s been chasing something just out of reach for too long.

“You’re gone again.” You say it so quietly he almost misses it. You give him a weary smile, hand clutching at the fabric that pools around him. He watches as you rearrange it by his shoulders, pinching the folds with a kneaded brow. Finally satisfied, you look him in the eye. “Like Ophelia. ”

He doesn’t sigh. He doesn’t scoff, or roll his eyes, or any of the half dozen ways he’s learnt to repress difficult emotions. Slipping under the water - the makeshift waves made of a ratty blanket - passive to his own suffering. You don’t say it, and he hasn’t even told you the half of it; but somehow, you see it . You see him.

He remembers the first time he met you. Thundering and clattering through his space; bulldozing every carefully placed wall he’s spent years putting up. And then he remembers the first time he actually met you; behind the sharp tongue and quick retorts, finding you watery and forlorn on the floor of your shared apartment. Beautiful, of course – always, always beautiful. But that time, the kind of beauty only found in a painting: tragedy captured in oils, careful brushstrokes muddied by time, by loss, by hurt. You’ve been hurting for a while, he thinks, well before any mention of shitty ex-boyfriends and missed lectures.

Miguel recalls late nights spent trying to still his heart, fixated on a sudden, betraying question that rattles around in his head. Are you like him? Do you understand ? Born with something missing, a tick-tick-tick of the count, radioactive and broken and–

Your hand drapes lazily across his chest, tapping and pointing at something on the screen. He hums, non-committal, the words out of your mouth barely registering. It feels familiar. It feels warm. It feels like nights spent on the couch trying not to laugh at your frustratingly witty remarks. He remembers holding his breath when your leg brushed against his; stealing careful glances to his side; trying not to stare at the way the gloom of the TV looks ethereal against you, snug to the slope of your features, cut this way and that.

But more than anything, he remembers wanting to kiss you. God. Maybe he always has.

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bellinghamenthusiast · 5 months

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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.

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- 18+, unprotected sex, cream pie, nude! Videos being sent from both reader and Miguel, spanking, switch Miguel, language, teasing, riding!, bratty reader, nerdy Miguel <3, angry mig, fingering!, blowjob!, face fucking!, pet names

Part 3 of part 1 | part 2

Miguel was nothing like you imagined once you really got to know him and it came as a surprise to say the least.

It was obvious that you and Miguel were developing an unspoken relationship after he spent the night at your apartment. Although neither of you communicated about where you were headed with it, there was a change in Miguel's usual routine, even without exchanging any words.

He used to sit across the classroom, but now he was sitting right beside you. He used to eat alone most nights, but suddenly you were there by his side, eating your comfort foods together.

Neither of you thought much had changed, but the second time you sat together, your professor even brought up that the study session did both of you good.

Now you guys don’t look like you want to fight each other when when talking!

She said it with a smile on her face, suspecting that the coziness between you was more than just friends. But when it came to the presentation, she was even more amazed.

Never in her years of teaching had she stood up and clapped for a presentation but the work you and Miguel did on your topic was almost double of what she had asked for.

“What a presentation, I knew both of you would do great together and I was right!” She praised once more as both of you stayed behind to talk to her a bit.

“He isn’t so bad” you joke. Miguel on the other hand was smiling like a fool as he watched you talk on about how both of you managed to get the quality of work out in such short time. “Turns out you didn’t drop us two points” Miguel teased.

Your eyes narrowed at his words, he will never let that slide will he? “What do you mean?” The professor smiled “Nothing! He just always brings up beating me by two points on an exam” you sigh.

“Mmhm” she nodded. “Anyways, I don’t want to keep you any longer! Go on and have fun” she shooed you off just like before.

Miguel put his arm around your shoulder as you both left class. "I'm sorry for teasing you in front of her. I just like seeing you get mad," he said with a kiss on your cheek.

“Keep it up and you’ll be locked out of my apartment” you threatened. “Oh sure I will, you’ll be beggin’ me through the phone to fuck that pretty little face out the second you walk in” Miguel purred.

You rolled your eyes at his cockiness “like you won’t be sending me videos of you fucking yourself with your hand pft. Fuckkk jus’ like that “ you mocked.

Even if you were making fun of him you always loved the videos he sent you but it was always fun to tease him about it. You catch yourself thinking of his hand wrapped around his cock, fucking into his fist as he whimpered your name.

You can still see the image of his pretty thick cock coated in his cum as he overstimulated himself, his voice rumbling through the phone as he panted in lust.

“I’m not saying I wouldn’t honey, I’ll say it with my chest that I like fucking myself to the thought of you. And I know you loveee it when I send you videos” Miguel cooed.

You rolled your eyes at his tone, cocky as always. “I’m going home” you scoff. Miguel pouted ay mami ya sabes que nomas te quiero fregar. I’m jus’ teasing baby.

“I have one class left but I’ll meet you at your apartment yeah?” Miguel sighed in annoyance as he looked at his watch “mhm, see you there” you nodded as he pulled you into a kiss “be good” he winked as he gave a final goodbye.

The second you turned around you smiled to yourself. An idea was coming to mind.

Miguel always got bored in his English class, as it was his least favorite subject being a science nerd. You thought of repaying him for all the videos he had sent you. To do so, you decided to send him a video for the first time today.

Once you made it home, you shuffled out of your shoes and almost ran into your room. Which matching set? The red lace? Black lace? Oh! You forget about the white one you had just ordered online. They’d be perfect.

Slipping your casual panties and bra off, you semi hurriedly change into the new brand new white lace set. You glared into the mirror as the white thin lace cupped your tits perfect, the pretty pink bows on each side of the straps sitting perfect.

The panties on the other hand were a thicker material with an outer lace detailing, it covered you up but still hugged the curves of your body beautifully.

Miguel would definitely be pissed. You can see it now, his fist clenched under the desk as he tries to stop the growing bulge in his pants from growing. And oh how he hoped no one else saw what you’d sent, he’d throw a side eye back to the person behind him just to make sure they weren’t looking at his screen.

You sat yourself down onto the bed, phone in hand. You opened the camera app and were faced with the reflection of yourself on the screen. You shuffled around to get the perfect angle of your tits almost spilling out as you laid back before pressing record.

You squeezed and kneaded each breast, moaning softly and only allowing your mouth to be visible on screen. You arched and squirmed as your hand ran down your body with your phone following.

The lighting in the room enhanced the visual of your pretty cunt being hugged by the white panties. Cupping and softly rubbing your cunt before ending the video.

You watched it over and decided it was good enough to send. Within a few clicks you were on Miguel’s messages, and just like that, sent.

You smiled as the small lettering on the bottom said read within a few seconds. While he watched you’d record another, now moving your panties to the side and giving the camera a full view of your glimmering cunt.

You rubbed soft circles onto your clit, letting out a soft moan as you rolled your hips onto your fingers. You didn’t even bother watching this one as you got back into the messaging app.

You could see the bubbles typing as you sent the other video, the cover being of your fingers moving your thin panties to the side. And just like that, the bubbles disappeared.

There was no reply for a few minutes, just the read letting you know he saw it. You watched your phone, waiting for a text but to no avail. Wow.

Was he just ignoring you now? Well, you’ll make sure it bothers him even more. You went on to send him another video but now your two fingers were pumping in and out of you at a messy slow angle.

The lewd sounds of your pussy making it pornographers dream. Once you sent that one, you knew he was staring at his massages because within a second the message said read.

You thought Miguel was ignoring you but in reality he was watching the videos over and over again. Even in class he managed the hide his phone between his thighs and give himself just enough room to watch his phone. He put on one AirPod and put up the volume.

He looked around making sure no one was watching him before he pressed play. He let out an almost audible moan as he saw your tits on full display, he squirmed in his seat as you lowered the phone.

He was going to say how pretty you looked until he saw your pussy as the cover to the next video. His eyes widened as he pressed play, you sounded like a fucking dream. Miggg I miss you so much, miss you inside me

He was only 30 mintues into class and he was paying no mind to whatever the professor was talking about. Then it just got worse.

He could feel himself growing hard at the visual of your short fingers trying their best to fuck your self the way he did, your pretty little whines and whimpers only turning him on more.

Miguel shut his laptop, messily packing up his things and got the hell out of the fucking class room. He could just read up on whatever bullshit the professor was going in about.

He had a tense look on his face, his body tense and now the once tucked hoodie now hanging lower down his legs.

You sat in your bed without a worry in the world, you laughed as you imagined how painful it was to for him to sit in his class and watch you play with yourself through the screen.

You had your headphones on as you laid on your tummy, listening to your favorite song with a confident smile on your face.

The sound of the your door opening didn’t make it through the sound cancelled headphones as Miguel threw his stuff onto the ground and stomped toward your bedroom.

A loud yell echoed through your apartment as you yelled from the harsh smack on your ass. You jumped out of your headphones and sat up in a matter of seconds.

But before you could even process what had happened you were dragged onto the edge of the bed, perched up infront of Miguel as he angrily stared down at you with his arms crossed“you think that was funny huh?” Was all he said.

You tried to hold the slight giggle slipping past your lips “just a little.”

He scoffed and pulled you onto your feet “you sure do look pretty don’t you? Turn around for me” he coldly seethed “I don’t want to” you mocked with a little smirk on your face.

“You don’t want to?” He repeated before yanking you into his arms and sitting on the bed. You were giggling as he manhandled you onto his lap “why not” Miguel huffed with his hand holding your face to his “because I like how you get when I don’t do what you want.”

You know you were being a bit bratty, something Miguel had never seen to this extent but oh how he sure was loving it. “You like it when I get mad huh? Why? Because you want me to wear out that bratty little attitude? Tell me.”

Miguel was angry beyond belief. He didn’t like knowing someone could’ve seen you on his screen yet he loved knowing if they did, they’d know you were his. “I do mig, I love it when you're all big and mean” you pouted as you grind your hips onto his.

He let out a deep groan as you did so. “Then I guess I’ll be just that” he hissed while flipping you onto your stomach. You were pressed against his legs, your ass in perfect view as your head dangled besides his hip “I don’t wanna wear a peep out of you” Miguel seethed as he squeezed the fatty flesh of your ass.

He groaned as he caught a glimpse of your plump cunt “look at that” he hummed as two of his fingers pressed onto your folds, the faint wet spot on your panties making him smile.

You giggled as he cuffed your panties and dragged them down your thighs. You could feel his cock pressing onto your waist as you laid over his knee.

Miguel’s thick hand smacked down onto your ass, the harsh hit making you flinch but were quickly met with his warm hands kneading the spot right after. “How many do you think you deserve” he questioned.

“As many as you think I deserve” you cooed with your hips wiggling up in the air. You were met with a satisfied moan from above as another harsh smack hit onto your ass.

After many harsh hits, you began to regret the effort to be snarky. You underestimated how heavy his hand was as he continuously spanked you and he was fully aware of it too.

The once giggly Bratty whines from you now growing shaky and tired. “It’s too much now? You said you could take it” he chuckled. You nodded as he kneaded your ass and giving you one last smack before dipping his two fingers into your cunt.

“She’s all nice and wet for me isn’t she?” Miguel dipped his fingers slowly into your gushy cunt. His fingers were now coated in your sticky cum with each pump of his digits.

Soft whines escape your lips as he let out a needy moan. Miguel was growing impatient as his painfully hard cock strained against his jeans so he made a quick decision to flip you onto the bed.

You whined at the loss of his fingers but were met with a sight that made your thighs clench. Miguel looked completely ruined, his hair was disheveled and his glasses were on the bridge of his nose.

He looked primal with his eyes boring into yours “you really walked out of class for me” you smiled as he pulled his shirt off and moved up the bed.

He ignored your words as he ripped your legs apart and settled himself between you. His jeans were still on as he buried himself into your neck, his hands squeezing your thighs as he pressed himself onto your cunt.

“You think it was funny to send me those in class? What if someone saw them, then what would we have done?” Miguel heavily panted. “I wasn’t trying to be funny, I just wanted to show you how much I missed you” you pouted.

You could feel how hard he was trying to hold back from just fucking you into the sheets. You didn’t know why he was holding back but you could guess it was to teach you a lesson.

“Oh yeah?”

“Mhm”

“Then show me” Miguel smiled as he began to unbuckle his belt. He kicked his jeans off and swapped positions. His hands held onto your thighs as you sat perked onto his lap.

“Go on” he nodded. You smiled as your fingers cuffed his boxers and dragged them down his thick thighs. You licked your lips at the sight of his grithy cock, you shuffled down to your knees and glared up at him with an innocent smile.

Miguel’s hips julted up the second you held him in your hand and took him into your mouth. A gruntled moan spills from his lips as you bobbed your head up and down, tounge twirling around his base just like he loves it.

His hand flew down to your head, his right hand guiding you as his deep moans filled the room “jus’ like that bunny, o- oh fuck! Fuck jus- like that yeah” he was muttering praises as you worked your mouth around him.

You hummed as his hips began to thrust into your mouth, both of his hands now holding your head in place as he fucked your face out “oohhh fuckkkk feels so fuckin’ good love, a- ah! Oh god” he seethed.

You began to breath through your nose as you gagged with each heavy thrust “that’s it, take it” he seethed with a deadly glare in his eyes. Your hands held onto his thighs as he brutally fucked your face, but before he could cum you fully pulled yourself out of his grasp.

He groaned angrily as you moved up his hips with saliva dripping down your chin. Miguel’s eyes squeezed shut at the loss of pleasure snd before he could scold you for stopping you he was met with your pussy sleeving his cock.

“Fucking f- ah!” He seethed as you held him down by his shoulders, using his cock like your favorite toy as your hips slammed down onto his cock. You watched as Miguel’s eyes rolled back, his glasses now laying besides him as he loudly moaned.

Miguel was always amazed at the way you rode him, your hips circling and slamming onto his lap. He could hear the lewd sounds of your pussy with each thrust.

He didn’t bother moving his hips as you rode him like a a personal stallion “feels so good mig, always feel sooo good” you cried as he hit the perfect spot over and over again.

He dumbly nodded as he watched your tits bounce with each thrust, even catching the way your thighs began to clench. Your nails scratched down his chest as his fat cock stretched your cunt out perfectly, fulfilling every need and desire as you began to clench around him.

“Mig mig! Miguel oh fu-“ you cried out as his angry tip hit deep into your guts. Your moans filled his ears as you gushed around his cock, Miguel finally let himself cum as you fell onto his chest. His hands held your hips tightly as he softly runts into your cunt.

The lewd sticky sounds of both of your cum sounding like heaven. His heavy breaths and moans coming to a halt as you both came down from your highs.

“Guess you did miss me” he weakly smiled, his eyes almost closed as he pated your head softly, helping you relax in his arms.

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cherryredstars · 11 months

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Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x gn!civilian!reader

Warnings: Fluff, NSFW Content towards the bottom (labeled)

Summary: How Miguel would behave in a relationship!

A/N: I promise I will write smut based on NSFW headcanons soon!!

Word Count: 2K (barely edited)

Meeting/Finding Out He’s Spider-Man

Miguel had met you during one of his patrol nights in Nueva York. He was stopping by the small Mexican place he frequented when you and a group of friends walked in. You had come from a nearby bar and the group agreed to end the night with great Mexican food to help lessen the hangovers bound to appear the next morning. You instantly caught his attention and he watched you as you conversed with the group.

You were the first to order your food and had come to stand beside the superhero as you both waited for your orders to be placed on the to-go counter. Despite having the strong scent of alcohol on you, Miguel could still smell your hypnotizing scent and it made his head fuzzy. He almost didn’t hear you when you started talking to him and asked him about his night.

Even when his food was ready, he held onto the brown paper bag and waited with you until your food came. He continued talking to you and marveled at how easy laughing and talking with you seemed. He only left after you got your food and the rest of your friends came to join you. He bid you a goodnight and walked out of the small restaurant with the sound of your voice echoing in his ears.

The second time he saw you, he was in his civilian form grocery shopping. He had passed by an aisle when a familiar scent filled his senses. He quickly back-tracked and looked down the shelves of food to find you standing there with two boxes in your hands. He entered the aisle, standing a bit away from you and pretending to mind his business while sneaking glances at you.

When he came to stand next to you, you had to physically avoid looking at the well-built and tall man. You didn’t want to seem like a creep and eye-fuck a stranger, but when he picked up a jar you couldn’t help opening your mouth. “That one’s always too sweet, you should get this one instead.”

Miguel almost flinched when your voice met his ears. He looked down at the jar he had grabbed at random, seeing it was a container of frosting. He looked at you before following your finger where it was pointing to a different brand of the same flavoured frosting. He didn’t need frosting, nor did he like it all that much, but he instantly switched the jar in his hands and placed the one you recommended in the cart. He saw that you were choosing between two types of chocolate cake, and he let you complain to him about how there were way too many different variations of chocolate cake mixes before helping you choose one.

You had both continued shopping together as you left the aisle, walking alongside each other and chatting. As you both walked out of the store, Miguel offered to help you place your groceries in your car before asking for your number. You had happily given it to him and you both talked on the phone before he asked you on a date. The date had gone well and after another date, you both started dating.

You were still unaware of his secret identity as Spider-Man for a few months, but it had been revealed after you had come to his apartment for a surprise visit to find him standing in his living room in his suit. You had both stood still, watching each other and trying to process the scene before you. You had been the first to react, doubling over in laughter as Miguel sweated in his suit. You had to hold onto the door handle as you wheezed, exclaiming: “Omg, Migs, you should see your face right now!”

The tension instantly vanished and he was only given a strict warning to be careful and to not hide anything from each other anymore. He had instantly agreed, happy that he hadn’t scared you off and that you accepted him. All of him.

SFW Headcanons

Miguel knows how busy he can be with work, knows how forgetful he can be about everything outside his office. So, he told Lyla to keep a file on you. He has notes about the things you like, important dates, clothing sizes, things you want or talked about with great passion. He wants to make sure all his information is accurate and it is edited regularly. He just wants to make you happy and he references the data constantly when he tries to make you feel better or wants to get you a gift.

You’re Miguel’s passenger princess/prince. He knows you are 100% capable of driving yourself, but when you’re with him he doesn’t want you to worry about anything. He just wants to spoil you. He’ll keep a throw blanket and neck pillow in the backseat in case you get tired or cold, he might even buy you your usual order at your favorite coffee place if he’s picking you up or if he passes it on his way home. If you open your glove box, you’ll find some of your favorite snacks waiting for you along with other things like hand sanitizer, band aids, or small things for you to play with if you get bored.

Miguel also refuses to let you open doors by yourself. He’s opening the car door for you all the time and he’s racing to get out before you. (I imagine he’d be like this.) He always opens the door to your house for you, even if he has stuff in his hands. He’ll let you walk into any establishment first, holding the door with twinkling eyes as he follows behind you like a puppy. You joke with him all the time that he looks like a proud doberman with his chest puffed out in pride after being a gentleman for you.

Of course, he calls you terms of endearment in Spanish. When he says anything super romantic or cheesy, it’s in his smooth Spanish. He gets too embarrassed to say it in English, and it’s easier for him to put the words together in his mother tongue. He makes it easy to remember that Spanish is labeled a romance language.

If you don’t understand/speak Spanish, he’d be more than happy to teach you. Though you’d have to be the one to ask him, because he finds a certain joy in being able to say anything to you in Spanish without you knowing what he means. He finds it adorable when you scrunch your nose up in confusion before letting out an annoyed sigh when he refuses to translate it for you. He’s completely fine if you have no interest in learning the language, but he only hopes you take the time to appreciate the culture.

Miguel loves spoiling you, so it’s common for him to surprise you with gifts after he comes home. They can range from flowers to jewelry to even clothes. If he finds something that reminds him of you, it’s being bought and gifted to you. He loves the looks of joy on your face when he presents them to you and he definitely doesn’t mind the shower of kisses you cover his face with in thanks. And if you complain about how you don’t want him to spend so much money on you, he suddenly turns deaf and walks away.

Miguel loves helping you with domestic chores, even ones that he finds annoying to deal with. It makes him feel normal again, like he’s just Miguel. Not Spiderman, not the leader of an elite group of Spider people. He’s just Miguel with his amazing partner living a normal life.

Miguel likes when you text him about your day or what you’re doing. Not because he’s controlling and wants you to feel limited in what you do when he’s away, but because he simply loves taking those few seconds to distract himself from work to talk to you. He likes knowing you’re okay and finds your random texts about whatever happened to you today cute. It makes him more eager to go home and hear you go into more detail about the day’s events.

Everyone has their “cleaning music”, or the songs that you play as you clean on lazy Sunday mornings as a way to motivate you. Yours were old love songs from the 50s. Miguel had no clue those songs existed (living so far into the future) and you only listened to them because your great-grandmother passed it down as a family cleaning tradition. But they soon became Miguel’s favorite songs to hear when he walked through the door or slipped in through a window after a hard day of work.

He would find you cleaning or cooking as the old tunes played softly in the air and he would beeline for you. He would wrap his arms around you as you cooked, slowly swaying your bodies as you hummed along and he buried his face into your neck to inhale your calming scent.

If you were cleaning, he would drag you onto the couch with him, making you lay against his chest as he pressed soft kisses to your neck and shoulders. After a while, he would close his eyes in content and fall asleep to quiet love songs and the feeling of your warmth pressing into him.

NSFW (more headcanons here)

In the first few months of dating, you would both do sexual things together, but didn’t go all the way at your request. Miguel respected your wishes, but that doesn’t mean it was easy for him. There were so many times after Miguel had touched you or tasted your sweet juices that your arousal-drenched underwear would go missing. Miguel would leave back to his apartment or to the bathroom, jerking off desperately as he held the cloth to his nose.

Miguel loved buying you toys and lingerie. He always gave them to you, seeing the blush on your face as he leaned down and whispered in your ear to show him that they’d be brought to good use. Those days usually lead to Miguel grinding you on his thigh while you wore your new sets or sitting down and jerking off as you laid in bed showing him exactly how your new toys would be used.

Miguel is more than willing to do whatever you’re in to, and you’re the same. Miguel loves that you feel comfortable asking him to do certain things to your body and it makes him that much more eager to do them correctly. He’s always open to trying new things if you ask, his only goal being to make you feel good and to fulfill your sexual needs. The only thing he would say no to is letting other people join in on the fun, he refuses to let anyone touch you the way he does unless he fully trusts that person and knows they have no real romantic interest in you. He can’t risk anyone taking you away from him.

Miguel is a dominant man by nature, but if you want to be the dominant one for the change, he quickly gives you the control. He loves seeing you so feisty and demanding what you want from him. He always knows he’s in for a treat when you ask him for control and he’s always beyond satisfied when you’re done with him.

If you’re a reader, Miguel is reading all your smutty books. He wants to know what has you shifting on the couch and he loves whispering in your ear to let him try it out on you. If you ask nicely and promise a good reward, he’ll even read the male lead’s lines during the scene for you to enjoy. Be warned, he will have a teasing smirk on his lip when he reads them out and he’ll hold it against you just to see you get embarrassed.

The first time you suggested recording you guys having sex, Miguel went absolutely feral. He was having the time of his life recording you breaking on his cock and whining out his name. He was especially teasing and degrading that day, basking in the way you were so turned on by him recording you. He frequently looks back on that video, watching your face and body intently as he pumped his cock in the confines of his home or securely locked and soundproofed office in the Spidey HQ.

I won’t be able to write for a few days as family will be coming to stay with me for a bit, so the next two to three posts will be pre-written. I’m sorry in advance for the rushed content.

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kissitbttr · 6 months

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frat!mig playing against readers ex in a game 😋

“you sure you wanna do this, compá? last chance to back out” miguel smirks as he stands behind the pong table with beck by his side,

both men are staring down at your ex, todd. who seems to be agitated with the taunting that miguel and beck keep doing. although miguel cannot lie, he’s enjoying this and so is beck. because not only will he beat his ass in front of you, he’d get the chance to rub it in his face later,

“lose the cocky attitude o’hara. i will smoke your ass” todd replies, trying his best to look and be intimidating but all that attempts just fail to scare miguel one bit,

he knows he’s the shit,

“sure you will” miguel adjusts the snapback on his head, fist bumping with glen as both boys stand by and gearing up for the game. the crowd begins to circle around, letting out cheers and woos. most of them are only on miguel’s side.

your eyes keep switching between him and todd. but you put your focus on miguel. his jaw clenched and eyes set on the target. and that target is todd. you then drop your gaze down to miguel’s arms and hands, which are balled into fists.

“eyes off my girl, asshole!” miguel’s loud voice grabs your attention. then you look up to see todd quickly look away and back at miguel. he gulps, yet he tries not to let that bother him.

gloria leans to your side a bit, voicing a whisper onto your ear. “i have a feeling miguel is going to beat the crap out of him later… and i am not talking about the beer pong”

and somehow that seems to turn you on. you catch miguel’s stare and blush when he winks at you,

“i’m counting on it”

#frat!miguel #miguel o’hara blurbs

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neteyamloverr · 3 months

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Not Safe For Work

Pairing: MiguelxFemReader!

Summary: You are an esteemed scientist who works in the spider society Alchemax in Nueva York. Miguel O'hara is your best friend and coworker who happens to have a high sex drive this week. You tease him until he can't take it anymore.

3.1k words (Kind of unedited :b )

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, P n V, no protection! + rough(ish) sex (wrap it before you tap it irl guys pls), Switch!Miguel (but mostly dom), creampie, oral/fingering f receiving, slight choking!, Dacryphilia, pet names (Cariño, Hermosa)

A/N: Sorry it took me so long to write this😭School was kicking my ass and a lots been going on. But anyways, I hope you guys enjoy my first ever fanfic and please please please write me requests in my inbox!!!!

Miguel couldn’t get his mind off of you.

It felt strange for him to admit that, even though he was your best friend. For him to admit that he was craving you, that he was feeling needy, it felt so…embarrassing. He wakes up to the thought of your body every morning, ashamedly stroking himself in the shower before work and imagining his hand was yours. But he wanted more than just the sad release of his own fist. He needed you

*****

You arrive at work early, wearing your favorite new formal suit. Your short pencil skirt especially, was tight in all the right places, accentuating the shape of your body. It had only become your favorite suit because you noticed it got Miguel the most hot and bothered compared to your other outfits. Over the last few weeks you’ve been wearing slightly more and more revealing things, breaking the lab safety code. Off the shoulder and cleavage-showing shirts, skin tight dresses, mid thigh and mini skirts. Your heels especially were a violation of the safety code with them being tripping hazards themselves. Walking into your shared lab, bag in hand, you see Miguel and walk over to his desk

“Hey Migs” you whisper in his ear, bending over to look at his computer as he types. He immediately stops typing when he feels your warm breath on his ear. He gets flustered and feels his breathing quickening before taking in your sweet scent. “Hey, what's up?” he murmured back, a smile creeping onto his lips. His eyes scanned you from head to toe subconsciously.

“What are you working on?”

“Just going over some test results… what are you doing here so early anyways…?” he replies softly

You arrived early to get the jump on the large pile of files you had to do pertaining to the lab testing “I have some more testing to finish up and a shit ton of files to fill out for it too.” you rested your arms around his neck, your breath still tickling his cheek and chest pressed against his back

Miguel's breath hitched. Savoring the feeling of your warmth around him, he swallows the lump in his throat and shifts in his seat. His pants start to feel a little too tight. Leaning forward slightly, he tries to hide the fact that you’re already starting to turn him on. This was going to be a long day for him..

*****

Throughout the day, he had to restrain himself. You’d do little things that “unintentionally” turn him on. Every time you bend over, your lace panties show from under your short pencil skirt. Whenever you walk, your ass and thighs jiggle. Your bra is just barely a size too small, making your boobs slightly spill out of your half unbuttoned dress shirt. The way you purr his name drives him crazy. He felt himself becoming more aroused with every passing moment. His eyes follow the gentle curve of your hips, watching you walk around the lab doing your testing.

He steals glances at you, often staring for almost too long. And of course you noticed. You noticed even the slightest things about him. How his gaze drifted to your lips and their wet appearance when you applied your lipgloss. The way you walked across the office, when you bend over to pick something up and he turns his head. He felt guilty for looking, but he couldn’t help himself.

He imagines how you look naked, though your suit doesn't leave much to the imagination. He imagines what it’d feel like to be inside you, or to have you riding his face;How you'd sound moaning his name from your pretty lips while he eats you out. He wants to know what it would feel like to sink his teeth into your neck, to make you feel so good you cry. His hard bulge strained against his pants but he tried not to show it. You weren't getting the verbal reaction you wanted out of him so you came up with an idea. Suddenly there was a light thud. Your lipgloss fell onto the floor and rolled somewhere.

“What was that- oh” You bent over, getting on your knees to look for it underneath the desk. You groan in frustration and arch your back as you reach your arm under, “struggling” to get the lipgloss. He notices…but this time, he could barely hold his composure.

His pulse was racing.

His palms were sweaty.

His breath was shallow.

He couldn't believe this…It was just a simple excuse to drive him crazy, right?

Your arching back, your exposed ass…You didn't want to pick up the damned lip gloss. You did this on purpose he realized.

A small moan escaped him at the sight of under your skirt. Miguel grips the arms of his chair firmly while his toes curl in his shoes at the slight friction against the fabric.

“God damn it…”

“Miguel…you okay?” when you hear something like a moan out of him, you become concerned, or at least that’s what he thinks.

“You're doing it on purpose aren't you…” he chokes out.

“What are you talking about..? I don't-” You’re “confused” by what he's saying and you get up from under your desk, seeing that he's turning red and has sweat dripping from his forehead.

Immediately, you walk over to him feeling his face and forehead to see if he's hot. “What happened to you? You’re burning up.”

“You happened to me…You keep on teasing me on purpose. The way you bent over, the suit you wore today, the way you keep touching me…don't act like you don't know what im talking about”

He doesn't want to scare you off with his desperateness but he's struggling not to bend you over his desk and just take you right there.

You struggled to think of an explanation quickly as he called you out “Well I just-” He caught you in a lie.

“You're not making this easy for me” he whispers, his breathing quickening. At this point he could feel himself throbbing.

“I never expected you to react that strongly…” you say under your breath folding your arms and looking down at his sitting figure.

With you standing between his open legs, he traces your body with his fixed gaze, unashamedly this time. He pulls you by your wrist and rests his hands on your hips, caressing your body up and down slowly. He holds his forehead to your stomach and groans in frustration as the sweet smell of your perfume clouds his thoughts

“No puedo más- no puedo más-” he mutters under his breath

He’s interrupted by your knee coming in contact with his crotch between his legs and his mouth falls open to your proximity. “Fuck-” he inhales sharply. He clenches his jaw so tight, he's sure he almost broke a fang. You smile as you finally get the verbal reaction you were waiting. As Miguel rips open your dress shirt, the buttons fly off, kissing around your stomach and giving in to your efforts to tempt him.

Your heartbeat quickens and your breaths become slightly labored. This was exactly what you wanted; For him to be at your beck and call. Standing up slowly, he went from looking up at you to looking down at you. Your figure was significantly smaller than his and he towered over you by more than foot. Miguel becomes more desperate by the minute, not hesitating to ravage you, kissing your neck and whispering in your ear how much he needs you. “Te necesito tan malo…” he muttered. (I need you so badly…)

He throws the stacks of paper off of his desk while still kissing your neck and his large hands lift you up onto it, gripping your hips tightly. You let out a slight moan of content while holding his head to your neck. His lips trail kisses down your neck, to your breasts where he takes one nipple into his mouth. He feels you shudder beneath him as he continues to tease your nipples while his other hand finds his way under your skirt, rubbing your clit through the fabric of your panties and tights. Miguel could feel the fabric becoming soaked

After leaving your chest with hickeys and bruises, he slowly gets onto his knees, now looking up at you again, silently asking if it’s okay to continue. You give a slight nod and lazily, he starts to pull down your skirt but just after, he impatiently rips a hole in your tights and pulls aside the thin white lace panties you were wearing. Your expensive tights are now in ruin because of the man down on his knees for you.

“Miguel those were expens-oh god…” The sentence faded into a slight moan.

You brought your hand down to his hair pulling slightly as he worked his way down, kissing your stomach again. You’re surprised when he throws your legs up over his shoulders and it makes your walls flutter around nothing while he nips and bites at your inner thighs, leaving behind dark reddened marks. He lifts his head up slightly to say:

“I’ll buy you new ones cariño, I promise”

He immediately buries himself between your legs again. This time instead of kissing your thighs, he works his tongue. He licks a stripe up the length of your cunt, tongue flicking against your clit, earning whimpers and moans of his name from your sweet lips. “Miguel…” You instinctively buck and grind your hips against his mouth. His mouth and chin were wet with your slick but he didn't care because God did he love the taste of you. He ate you out like a starving man, slurping up every bit of your juices.

In fact, he really was starving. He was always eager to taste you but never knew how to admit it to you. His hands gripped the outside of your thighs tightly. Miguel pushes his tongue inside of you and tilts his head up with a lustful look in his eyes. He pulls back slightly, with a string of saliva between his mouth and your wet entrance. He swears he could get himself off and cum in his pants just by hearing you moan and squirm against his face.

Suddenly his thumb gently rubs circles over your clit and slips 2 digits inside you. You gasp in surprise, arching your back and grabbing a fist full of his hair. You pushed his face further between your legs as he worked his tongue and fingers in tandem;They pumped in and out of you at a fast pace, all while he was sucking at your clit.

Your legs close in around his head and heat pools rapidly in your lower abdomen, spreading like wildfire while your legs start to shake. Strings of curses leave your mouth as your orgasm approaches, but just as you feel your release sneaking up on you, Miguel takes out his fingers and pulls his face away with a slight pop. He ended your high rudely.

“...Fuck!...Miguel? What was that for??” you exclaim before you barely catch your breath

He licks his two fingers clean of your slick

“Don't worry, I’m not done yet.”

He hastily loosens the buckle of his belt and in one swift motion pulls down his boxers and dress pants, freeing this hardened length. Precum was already dripping from his aching tip.

It’s risky to be fucking out in the open of his office like this but after how you made him feel, he needed this. You both did. Miguel pushes your back down onto the desk and its sudden coldness makes you shiver. Eager to be inside of you, he steps between your legs and holds up your already shaking thighs and positions himself at your entrance.

As he eases into you, he pushes your thighs further and further in towards your stomach, completely exposing you so he could see the way your wetness coats him. You gasp and your walls tighten even more so than before

“Fuckkk you’re so tight…” he groans

Miguel buries himself inside of you before pulling out and thrusting back in again at a painfully slow pace. You could tell he was getting you back for the teasing you put him through the entire day. But just when you’re about to ask him to speed up, he does. It's like he read your mind. His hips thrust forward into yours. As eager as he is, he's trying to restrain himself so he doesn’t end up hurting you by accident.

He has to be at least 8 or more inches;Quite girthy too. Every time his cock slammed into you, his tip hit your cervix. It was almost too much to handle, but you tried not to say anything. Well…it's not like you could anyways. He was fucking you dumb and you couldn’t even form sentences. Your body felt like it was burning up at the core and his office desk creaks beneath you with each thrust he makes. You just hoped the walls weren't thin because if they were, that was a one way ticket to getting fired.

Miguel bent forward while still pounding the life out of you, kissing and nipping at your chest again. It sends you over the edge. “T-Too much Miguel…” He pulls his face away and looks at your expression, distorted with pleasure, sweat dripping from your forehead and eyes rolling back. He puts a hand gently around your throat. “You can take it querida, just a little longer~” he whispers into your ear and you moan in response, mouth agape. He feels so good that you start to tear up.

“Shhh…You're doing so well for me…” He hushes and praises you with his sweet words as his thrusts become sloppy and unrhythmic and you’re both nearing your orgasms. A white ring of your mixed juices forming at the base of his shaft

The noises of his hips slapping against your ass and the lewdness of both of your moaning fills the room. Still holding your thighs to your stomach, he leans forward and rests your calves over his shoulders so he can drive himself deeper into you. He then reaches down between your legs and rubs your clit roughly, chasing his high, eyes rolling back in his head as he feels your walls contract and squeeze his cock. “I want you to look at me hermosa…I wanna see your pretty face when you cum for me” he groans

He knows you're close so he positions himself to be brushing your g-spot every single time he pumps into you. Your thighs shake and you press your nails into his back but he's too pussy drunk to care. You scream out his name and tears fall from your eyes as your orgasm rips through your body. With the way you were sucking him in, and the moans you got out of him, you were practically milking him. Seeing your body spasming, writhing in pleasure under him, all while you look at him with tears in your eyes, god that really does something to him.

Miguel growls as he feels your orgasm wash over you, pushing deeper into you, hips shuddering. His own orgasm soon follows, pulsing hotly inside you as he groans out his warm release, eyes squeezing shut while he mumbles incoherent spanish and pathetic moans into your ear. The two of you are panting and exhausted and he lets his body collapse on yours

“You did so good for me” he whispers and litters your face in kisses

He pulls out slowly with a groan, a stream of his cum flowing out from your slit and onto the desk. You both made quite a mess

“You’re so pretty when you cum for me, you know that?” He smiles seeing your flustered reaction and takes your sore calves off of his shoulders.

“Miguel!” You playfully slap his shoulder. “You shouldn’t say those things…”

“Even prettier when you cry too” he teases

He laughs at your response and kisses your face one more time “Come on lets get’s get you cleaned up”

Miguel helps you sit up on the desk and grabs a small towel from his half bathroom, damp with water. He spreads your thighs apart and wipes them off along with his desk, looking down at you with a soft expression on his face.

You wince at the coldness of it but appreciate his gentle gestures. You never thought he could be so gentle. He was always stern and serious, always rough.

“Sorry, I’ll try to hurry up.”

After he cleans you off, he cleans himself off and dresses again. He gives you one of his lab coats since y’know…he kinda ripped your clothes earlier. He thought it looked so cute on you, oversized and almost dragging on the floor

Carrying you to the couch of his office, he kisses your forehead and covers you with a small blanket so you can rest your body. He really did a number on you. You don’t even think you’ll be able to walk for a for a few hours…

“You should try and sleep. Ill wake you up in an hour or so”

“But what about the testing-”

“Don’t worry about that. I’ll take care of it”

You nod and he looks at you almost lovingly and brushes the hair out of your face. He stayed by you until gave in to your exhaustion and fell asleep

A/N: I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKED MY FIRST FANCICTIONNN 🫶🏾 (Dick so good he put you to sleep LMAO) I dont actually know when Ill have the time again to write but I’ll keep you all posted. Please please please leave me advice and most of all requests for inspiration!! 🙏🏾See you in a while!!

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politemenacephd · 5 months

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Movie night (+18)

Miguel O'Hara X Insecure!Reader (GN)

Content: Fluffy comfort, Praise kink, Heavy petting, Dry humping, Penetrative sex.

Word count: 1,568

‘Hey, Mig! Mig!’

‘Uh—uhuh?’ Miguel yawned into the back of his hand as you glared up at him from the left side of the sofa. His laid-back approach to your furious, scrunched up expression was aggravatingly adorable.

‘Miguel!’

You hissed his name and simultaneously patted his bicep numerous times, lightly slapping his thick muscles until he finished yawning.

‘Yes, I’m listening! I said I was listening, didn’t I?’ he said between chuckles. You huffed.

Your body was snuggled in against his side on your old couch, with your legs tucked up beneath you and his legs splayed out over the coffee table. One of your arms was rope around his waist while the other was awkwardly hunched against his side; it’d gone to sleep about half an hour ago, but you were too comfortable to move.

Your living room was bathed in total darkness, spare for the bright orange glow of the screen up front. It was supposed to be the perfect evening in: matching oversized shirts and sweats, with a heavy blanket over your legs and snacks on the table. Your TV was even blaring your favourite film, but Miguel wasn’t paying attention.

‘You promised you’d watch it properly!’ you whispered.

Miguel sniffed in response. His eyes were fixed on you, his lips tilted into a sleepy smile. It was strange to see him so relaxed.

‘Mhm. I am. I’m paying attention.’

‘Are you?’

‘Mhm. I’m paying close attention.’ Miguel absently started to play with your hair as he spoke, which rather undermined his point. You blew on his hand to push him off but it only seemed to endear him further. His eyes wrinkled as he grinned at your petulant face.

‘Then what just happened?’ you asked, trying to catch him out instead.

‘What?’

‘In the film!’ you said whilst grabbing the remote from your lap. You paused the film and then poked him with the same remote. ‘What just happened in the film?’

Miguel awkwardly shrugged and slyly took the remote back, throwing it over to his other hand so you couldn’t reach it again. ‘Something happened, for sure. Something definitely happened’ he teased, and with the remote held just out of reach for your scrabbling hands he switched it back on.

‘So you’re not paying attention!’ you said. Miguel kept his smile.

‘I said I was paying attention, I didn’t say to the film. I meant I was paying attention to you.’

You felt heat building in your cheeks as his eyes darted across your face. His usually cold, exhausted eyes were so soft on you; even now you could see the dark circles, the exhaustion from working so hard, but on you they looked so round and curious.

‘You—big, stupid man’ you grumbled. His chuckled vibrated through his hefty chest, a sound strong enough to shake your head.

‘What? What’s wrong? Not like you to be so mean.’

You could feel his eyes roaming now. His hand, once lazily draped around your waist, was starting to press against your oversized shirt in search of your flesh. You felt the heart rising and shuffled.

‘Come on, the—the film, it’s—still going’ you whined. ‘Focus.’

‘I’m sure it’s great, mi amor, but it’s not you’ he repeated softly. You shuffled harder.

‘Mm—Mig.’

‘Uhuh?’

He leaned in, expecting you to continue with either a question or a rebuttal, but he got nothing. You shyly avoided his gaze. He noticed, then, that you were subtly shifting the blanket higher.

‘Oh, mi amor. You—come here, you.’

You squeaked as he easily lifted your entire body into his arms. His strength was unfounded, and he made you look weightless as he gently settled you down on his lap. Your legs were splayed out on either side of his hips, with your face in his pecs and your hands on his abs.

He put one hand on your lower back, shifting it beneath the shirt, and tilted your chin with the other.

Those big red eyes gleamed as your favourite film continued to blare on in the background. It was quickly becoming white noise as your heart thundered.

‘Mig, come on’ you said. He could feel the tension in your body.

‘Can’t I look at you, mi amor?’ he asked. You felt his fingers teasing, brushing, his eyes drooping with a perverse fixation. You felt the heat getting stronger.

‘Mm—You know, that—It, I feel, weird. I don’t know’ you whispered awkwardly. As you squirmed Miguel put his finger to your cheek, gently stroking it from side to side.

‘If you’re uncomfortable, like really uncomfortable, I will put you down’ Miguel insisted, right before pressing his lips to your forehead. ‘But I really want to see you. I mean it.’

You shuffled again as the TV continued to blare into the silence. You felt your little heart flutter. You were worried what he might say, or do, replaying the worst possible scenarios in your head, but beneath his calm and insistent gaze you felt that niggling self-doubt begin to wane.

‘It—okay, sure. If you really want to’ you said at last. Miguel went to grin but bit it back into a normal, patient smile so as not to scare you with his excitement.

‘Thank you, mi tesoro, thank you, thank you. Mm—come on, come here.’

Miguel’s hands slid up your bare back, gently coaxing your shirt aside. You were burning up as you raised your arms and allowed him to shift it up and over your head.

He threw it aside without care and returned his eyes to your bare upper torso. You weren’t sure what you were expecting, really, but it certainly wasn’t this.

The heavy breath that practically steamed in the air, heavy as his eyelids as they drooped and narrowed. He breathed in deep like a man looking at his last meal.

‘Let me look at you, please.’

His hands slowly shifted back to your waist. You felt the brush of his fingers and shivered. He started at your neck, cupping your face with both palms before smoothly sliding them down to your shoulders and chest.

‘Mi amor’ he whispered. You felt the slow rush of goosebumps up your arms.

With a grunt his hands came down, tenderly squeezing your waist and belly in his palms. You tensed up instinctively. He knew which bits you were most embarrassed about, and he showed them all the love in the world.

‘Pretty, pretty little thing’ he breathed. The heat in your cheeks had grown to the point that it itched, with his hands eagerly squishing and massaging every part of you he could get at. His fingers pressed on your hips while his thumb ran up and down your waist, feeling the soft fat give way to his touch.

‘So- fucking pretty’ he repeated.

It was then that your body jolted as a short, throbbing shock hit your inner thighs. You looked down on instinct and immediately squeaked; he was already rock hard, and his shaft was now gently nudging at your sweats. You could see a wet patch of precum forming on the fabric.

‘You—aha, t-that fast huh?’ you said with a laugh. Your attempt at humour was sorely spoiled, then, when his hands squeezed your hips with furious intent, and he began to grind your half-naked body down against his bulge. Your shy smile fell apart into a shocked but pleasantly surprised moan.

‘A-Ah—M-Mig—’

‘You see how much I like you, mi amor?’ Miguel practically purred in your ear. His voice was dripping with desperation, a sentiment shared by the frantic bucking of his hips. You shuddered as one of his hands went up to your chest.

‘You see how much I want you? You see how crazy you make me?’

‘I-I got, it I got it’ you stammered back. At this point you were being thrown so hard by his frantic grinds that each word you said was half-muffled. His sweatpants left nothing to the imagination, especially since he hadn’t even bothered to wear boxers beneath them; the fabric let you feel every curve, every vein, every contour as his shaft nudged at you.

‘Do you?’ he teased breathlessly. With a smug smile he leaned back into the couch cushions, allowing him a full view of your body on top. You burned up under his gaze, especially as you were now being bucked and bounced on his cock.

‘Oh, there you are’ he sighed dreamily, ‘there’s my baby. There you are.’

At this point, he’d got you. Your insides were clenching with an unbearably, unscratchable itch to be touched, to be his, and you didn’t care what you looked like anymore. You started to grind back on him.

‘Oh—that’s it, that’s it. Perfect. You’re doing—such a good job, fuck—’

He threw his head back once as you rode his shaft just to groan, but he quickly returned to eyeing you up. You relished in his fingers as they squeezed around to grab your ass, his palm fondling the weight as he spread and bounced it a little.

‘So much—better than anything else’ he groaned. You were practically mewling at this point.

‘Fucking perfect’ he moaned.

From there no words were needed. The heat was palpable between you both, a kind of urgency that felt physically tangible in the air. You awkwardly shuffled your sweatpants down as he did the same, and without saying a single thing you practically fell onto his thick shaft.

You groaned as it slid into your tight hole, relishing the first pulse as it rippled through to your very soul. You saw him bite his lip until it bled just to suppress whatever filthy words he wanted to yell.

‘MMM—Mmm, mm—’ his muffled grunts were all you could hear as he started to pump, and his eyes were all you could see. You could tell he wanted to close his eyes, that impulse need to roll them back and pant as he felt you squeezing the life out of his cock with those soft, gummy walls, but he refused. He just wanted to watch.

‘Yeah… yeah that’s it’ he said, the only thing he could manage before he started to move you. He leant back so he could watch his hips move between your thighs, and god did he love those thighs. You felt his thick, calloused fingers squish until the fat bulged between them, and the resulting throb from his cock was all the proof you needed of how much he enjoyed that view.

You shyly tried to close your eyes but he pinched you as punishment, forcing them back open. He stared right back with nothing but adoration in his eyes.

‘Fucking perfect’ he repeated between thrusts. ‘Fucking—perfect.’

Your lip quivered as you fought the urge to scream. You were already soaking from his soft affirmations, and he loved that. He used his thumb to shift thighs a little further apart, eager to watch his shaft slowly pumping in and out. He felt that wet squelch fulfilling something utterly primal in him.

‘Perfect’ he repeated. ‘Perfect. Perfect. Now, let me show you how much I really love looking at you.’

He kept that promise, as by the time you were done, your favourite film that you’d been so insistent about that ended without either of you paying any attention at all.

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