#miguel o'hara being a perv

[tonixe]

POV: MIGUEL FUCKS THE SHIT OUT OF YOU

n.o.t.e.s - miguel is so hawt, like i need him inside me like right now.

p.a.i.r.i.n.g - perv!Miguel O'hara x fem!reader

w.c. - 540

Working for Miguel in the Spiderman HQ could be hard sometimes, with his demanding nature. Sometimes helping him with missions with villains in different dimensions.

Just his little assistant.

It was hard to fight villains with your revealing spider suit; even swinging with your webs was harder; it would hug all your curves and chest. Getting all types of stares for your suit, it is even risky to walk especially with the cut-out on your suit just exposing cleavage, too low that you almost flash people.

But you were too mindless to figure it out; I mean, Miguel made it just for you. You were really dumb to think that Miguel said the suit was supposed to help you. and you believe it.

You were even too dumb to figure out who was taking your panties.

Imagine perv!miguel just coming into his lab all angry and pent up, and just going crazy on you when he sees you in that little spider suit, and just bending you over the table, just going crazy on you. Just ripping your spidersuit off.

He's pounding into you from behind while your face presses against the table. Just drool covered across your face, as he just plunges into you, just spilling himself into you. Just painting your walls with cum and fucking you full with his cum.

Perv!miguel would hate wearing condoms when he screws you; he just loves how your wall hugs him as he fucks you. But it just makes him feel so good when you clench around him.

Perv!miguel just loves cumming inside you, and covering you with his cum, just makes gets rise out of him and make him horny.

Miguel would love skull fucking you, just using your face and shoving his cock down your throat. His hand just grabs onto your hair; if you wearing makeup, he would love to fuck it up.

Your lipstick just smeared across your cheek, your just drooling on his cock.

Perv!miguel just loves fingering you, even in public events, just under the table, just reaching over you under the table taking off your panties, and fucking you with his thick fingers.

Just you talking would be hard for you, just getting overstimulated by him, just shaking.

Perv!miguel enjoys using vibrators with you, just teasing you, turning it up on high when you're talking with other people. He loves to see you withering and whimpering around him.

He would love when your whiney is just so submissive for him.

Imagine just sleeping; you're deep asleep while Miguel is still awake and horny. Just looking at your sleeping form and he would just start touching you, just fondling your boobs.

Him just fingering you when you sleep, mewling in pleasure. Just waking up to Miguel hunching over you with his huge cock stretching you out as he thrusts into you and dragging it out.

Perv!miguel loves playing with your titties, small or big. He just loves to put his head between your boobs and play with them. Just squeeze them with his rough hands.

He loves sucking on them and tugging at them.

Perv!miguel whispers sweet nothingness into your ear, as he fucks you on his bed.

[wyvernest]

hands on you

pairing: miguel o'hara xf!reader

warnings: perv!miguel, miguel being extra handsy, smut, groping (consensual), established relationship, teasing, pda, public teasing, alcoholic beverages?

summary: miguel can't take his hands off of you in the club

Miguel knew you liked him being overly affectionate in public, just to show everyone how deeply in love with him you are. So deeply, that you couldn't gather one single fuck to give about what others thought.

Sure, there were lines neither of you would ever cross. But there was something so delicious about taking risks that had you more intoxicated than 5 mojitos.

This is why you now find yourself rummaging through your closet, looking for something downright obscene. Something so inviting that would make it hard for Miguel to keep his hands to himself for the whole night.

The two of you had arranged to go clubbing for the first time in what felt like a century. Since both of you preferred 1 on 1 alone time, it was a rarity that one would voice the desire to break out of the usual, intimate, comforting routine.

But this time, you want something filthy. Not soft or private. Something that would bring him to the very brink of despair for being so close, yet so far from it.

"¿Estas lista?" (Are you ready?) You hear the bathroom door open as Miguel steps out into the doorway, a towel around his hips and another in his hands as he aggressively attempts to partially dry his dripping wet hair.

You almost start drooling looking at him in the closet door mirror. This is gonna be fun.

"I'm still thinking." You replied, absentmindedly. Oh how you wish you could just ditch the plans, forget about going out and spend the rest of the evening on his dick. To just give him a familiar shove and watch him lay down on the soft bed, hands roaming your body as you climbed on top of him-

No. You have to stick with the plan. Just for once.

As he blow-dries his hair, you snatch the top and skirt you picked and run downstairs, not wanting him to see you before you get to your destination.

But how you wish you could stay in the bedroom and watch his back muscles flex as he pulls that black shirt over his head, how he looks in the mirror as he fixes his hair. His mere presence made you wet.

You snap out of your reverie, swiftly changing and covering yourself with a nice beige coat. Just as you were done with the last touches in the hallway mirror, Miguel stepped down the stairs.

The black shirt slightly stretches over his muscles, giving you a clear view of his pecs and the outlines of his hard abs. He's sporting beige pants, and you wonder just for a second how obvious a boner would be underneath the thin, creamy material.

The drive to the club is flooded with knowing looks and flirty comments, which again make it hard for you not to abandon ship and fuck him in the driver's seat, pulled over on a nice, dark alley.

"I know what you're doing."

"What?" You inquire, faking innocent shock.

He gestures towards your coat, his eyes darting from yours to the clothing item and back to the road.

"I just want to surprise you." You defend yourself, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder, brushing a few hair strands behind his ear. You lean into him, placing a tender kiss on his cheek.

You arrive at the club, discarding the coat to leave it in the car. He almost forgets to lock the doors the moment he sees you. Plushy breasts pushed together and nearly spilling out of a skin tight top, ass peeking out from underneath a skirt too short.

"Carajo." (Fuck.) He rasps, before sprinting over to you, wanting to shield you from wandering eyes. Any doubts that it might've been too much are washed away the second you're hit with the realisation that Miguel's hands are going to be on you for the whole night. Either protectively or for other reasons, you couldn't bring yourself to care that much.

As you walk in, you remain glued to him. body to body. Even as you dance, you move against him, soft tits squished on his chest, hands wandering over his shoulders and his neck.

His own hands are anchored on your waist, his fingers digging into your delicate skin.

Glazed over eyes, pretty mouth agape, lips painted in gloss; they're too much for him. He leans into your touch, kissing you messily. It's all tongue and hot puffs of heaved breaths, desperate and painfully needy.

Seizing the opportunity, you inhaled softly and slowly, feeling the scent of him, cologne mixed with his distinctive musk that has your brain melting into nothing but the thought of irrevocably being his.

Suddenly, a straying hand travels down your body, from the dip of your waist and over your hip, settling on the tender flesh of your ass, his fingertips skin to skin on you, thanks to the shortness of the flimsy skirt.

He pulls you against him, trapping you with the other hand splayed out on your back. You feel your heart rate pick up speed.

His one-day stubble scratches your silky cheeks, almost an invasion. Almost disrespectful to the extensive skin care routine you have and religiously stick to, but that's what you like most about it. No matter how much time you spend on yourself, he always ruins you. Your makeup, your clothes, covering your freshly-carefully-lotioned body in hickies and marks. Simply because you're his.

The palm on your ass squeezes and kneads over the feverish skin, the skirt hiking up in the process as he exposes your thin, lace thongs.

You moan in faux protest, looking up at him and breaking away from the suffocating kiss.

"¿Que pasó, muñeca?" (What happened, doll?). He continues to squeeze, the feeling of his big, rough hand rubbing the plumpness of your ass starts to pool raw need between your legs.

"You don't like me touching you like this?" He speaks into your ear, eyes half lidded and predatory. "Isn't that what you dressed up like this for, hm?"

The bastard.

You take one fraction of a second to look around, taking note that nobody was watching, apart from a few guys who either enjoy the show or are patiently waiting for Miguel to leave you alone for just a minute.

Not gonna happen.

"Dime." (Tell me.) He steals your attention, his embrace almost lifting you off the ground just to hold you whole against him.

You mouth 'Yes', knowing you can't trust your shaky voice to speak louder for him to hear over the music.

The dancing area is getting increasingly crowded as the night seeps deeper into the city, so you two move towards the bar. He sits on one of the chairs, patting his leg for you. You place yourself on his thigh as he manspreads to give you more space, curling a strong arm around your waist.

You feel the fabric of his beige pants come into contact with your panties, your skirt too short to cover your ass, let alone allow you to sit without having it slide up. You close your legs tightly, seeking a bit more privacy from the public eye.

Trying not to slip from your seat, you attempt to brace yourself on your palms; one hand on his knee, pushing your back into him, and one on-

Fuck.

Your other palm accidentally lands on his crotch, your fingers grazing his half hard cock. Before you can take your hand away and hide your flushed face, he grabs your wrist and keeps it there.

The bartender is making cocktails at the opposite end of the counter, so no one can see what's actually going on. He starts guiding your hand to rub him up and down, a content sigh leaving him. You could swear your own face is very telling by now.

You cup him through the material, feeling the familiar girth of his cock fatten at your attention. He's getting warmer, and so are you.

Before he can start drifting into pleasure, the bartender runs to him, waiting for the order. Miguel asks for a beer, frustrated at the loss of contact, your hands now on the marble counter.

More people gather around the bar, and as his request gets temporarily forgotten amidst the others, he relishes in the re-obtained semi privacy.

"¿Estás bien, muñequita?" He asks, a hint of concern plastered on his face at the sight of your flushed face.

"Don't worry. I'll tell you if I'm uncomfortable." You reassure, feeling bolder.

He smirks, looking around, checking. He feels like a horny teen-ager who has no other choice but to try to explore and test the waters in public. But in reality, he knew exactly what he was doing.

He turns to you, placing a kiss dangerously close to the top of your right breast, teasing. Before you can look down through your hazy vision, he glides a warm palm between your legs, past your skirt, two fingers fitting in the valley of your soft pussy.

You restrain yourself from gasping, instead seeking to hide your face in the crook of his neck. He moves his hand over the mound, flicking your clit through your panties. He can undoubtedly feel how wet you are as he so obscenely cups your cunt. You feel the heat of his palm on you, so comforting in such a filthy way; like that's where it belongs.

Looking down, you're met with the sight of his veined burly arm, muscles flexing as he plays with you, his wrist barely visible underneath your skirt. You clench around nothing, and his motions quicken with expert ease, a clear sign he felt you.

You're left infuriatingly needy for more when he retracts his hand as if nothing happened, the bartender bringing him his beer. You give him a pissed look, and he smiles as he brings the bottle to his mouth.

Smiling, like, what's wrong?

You move to threateningly leave from your seat on his lap, but he follows as expected. He can't lose sight of you.

Walking just a bit further into the crowd, you take his hand behind you. Swaying your hips and undulating your body to the music, you feel the beat through your veins, in your chest, in your head. He comes up behind you, his rhythm in sync with your movements.

Brushing your hair out of the way from behind, he slowly bends down to lick and kiss at the sensitive skin on the side of your neck, raising goosebumps over your skin. You don't know how much longer you'll stay here, seeing how clingy and needy Miguel has gotten.

You feel your pulse throbbing in your neck and through your lust-hazed mind at the stimulation.

"Feel how fast my heart's beating." You take his hand, placing it where your heart would be. He brings the beer bottle to his mouth, drinking nonchalantly as his palm instantly dips into your cleavage, cupping your left breast. You stiffen, once again surprised.

"Yeah." He confirms, as if he didn't just start groping you to feel your heartbeat. "Pretty fast."

He is well aware of how worked up you get simply because of this attitude. He leaves the bottle on a nearby glass table, now both his hands on your boobs, nearly taking them out of your top to play with them. He looks wrecked, absolutely drunk on need.

One of his arms soon curls around your waist and back, pulling you close into him, the other hand still fondling your chest. You arch your back, pushing yourself impossibly closer into his touch, seeking the warmth of his palm.

Wanting to drive him completely mad, you turn around, your back to him, and start grinding your plushy ass over his groin. He grips your hips, guiding you, not hesitating to let his hands wonder back to your tits, squeezing them under the elastic material of your shirt while you're rubbing yourself on his painful erection.

You can now see people staring, especially at the way he touches you. Arching backwards, you curl your arms around his neck, your chest pushed forward and so much more accessible. His palms are now hot on your soft breasts, craving more. Fondling with fervent need.

The music and the people are drowned out, muffled into the very back of your headspace. He leans down, his mouth to your ear.

"Let's get out of here."

divider by @cafekitsune

a/n: tried to make it as non problematic and as filthy as possible at the same time goddamn

[angelsnkisses]

Angel's Masterlist <3

[requests are closed]

♡ - nsfw → ⭑ - sfw → ✿ - angst

Rory Culkin's Characters -

• Øystein Aarseth [Euronymous] (Lords of Chaos)

- NSFW headcanons ♡ (euronymous)

- Giving him head before a show ♡ (euronymous)

- One More ♡ (euronymous)

• Charlie Walker (Scream 4)

- NSFW headcanons ♡ (charlie walker)

- More NSFW headcanons ♡ (charlie walker)

- Charlie asking you to cockwarm him ♡

- Even more NSFW headcanons ♡ (charlie walker)

- Birthday Wishes ♡ (charlie walker)

- Perv!Charlie ♡ (charlie walker)

- Fluffy headcanons <3 (charlie walker)

- Honest Attempt ♡ (charlie walker)

- Movie Night ♡ (charlie walker)

- Switch!Charlie ♡ (charlie walker)

• Kappa (Black Mirror)

- NSFW headcanons ♡ (kappa)

- Hooking up with him at a party ♡ (kappa)

- Stress Relief ♡ (kappa)

- Weakness ♡ (kappa)

- Sensitive!Reader ♡ (kappa)

• Jack Thurlow (Jack Goes Home)

- NSFW headcanons ♡ (jack thurlow)

- Cooling Off ♡ (jack thurlow)

- More NSFW headcanons ♡ (jack thurlow)

- Riding his thigh ♡ (jack thurlow)

- Him defending you ⭑ (jack thurlow)

- NSFW alphabet ♡ (jack thurlow)

- Him eating you out ♡ (jack thurlow)

- Dark!Jack ♡ (jack thurlow)

- Him overstimulating you ♡ (jack thurlow)

- Things I associate with him ⭑ (jack thurlow)

• Dan Cooper (Intruders, 2015)

- NSFW headcanons ♡ (danny cooper)

- More NSFW headcanons ♡ (danny cooper)

- Overstimulating him ♡ (danny cooper)

- Softdom!Danny ♡ (danny cooper)

- Camboy!Danny ♡ (danny cooper)

• Gabriel (Gabriel)

- Fluffy headcanons ⭑ (gabriel)

- Not Your Responsibility ⭑ (gabriel)

- Good Boy ♡ (gabriel)

- Getting a cat with him ⭑ (gabriel)

• Ollie Sway (The Song of Sway Lake)

- NSFW headcanons ♡ (ollie sway)

- Him being the best boyfriend ⭑ (ollie sway)

- More NSFW headcanons ♡ (ollie sway)

- Cockwarming him ♡ (ollie sway)

- Cockwarming him [..again] ♡ (ollie sway)

• Clement (Hick)

• Chris Kenton (Twelve)

- Mwah ⭑ (chris kenton)

• Possum (Welcome to Willits)

- NSFW headcanons ♡ (possum)

• Gage (Bullet Head)

• Multifandom!Rory

- How Rory Culkin characters would kiss you ♡

- How Rory Culkin characters would kiss you 2 ♡

• Tyler (The Expecting)

- NSFW headcanons ♡ (tyler)

Criminal Minds -

• Spencer Reid

- NSFW headcanons ♡ (spencer reid)

- Him being jealous/possessive ♡ (spencer reid)

- More NSFW headcanons ♡ (spencer reid)

- Apologies ♡ (spencer reid)

ATSV -

• Hobie Brown

- NSFW headcanons ♡ (hobie brown)

- Drunk!Hobie ♡ (hobie brown)

• Miguel O'hara

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[nightshxdex]

Annoyance

Pairings: Miguel O'hara x fem!coworker!reader

Summary

You are a bioengineer with a grumpy colleague who thrives on picking apart your work. Not that your work was bad, he was just insufferable and prone to nitpicking. One day you get tired of all the frustrations and stress (and sexual tension) and you take it out on him.

(Inspired by @koyii__'s Miguel o'hara's ai chat on character.ai)

Warnings

Kissing, making out, reader is a little mean, suggestive comments, no smut, biting, nippleplay m!recieving, eyebrows (you'll see), not proofread, maybe slight ooc? (I think that's all)

"Are you going to stare at me or are you going to file those reports?" Miguel O'hara says while typing on his computer.

"Are you going to shut up for once?" You say while filing the reports. As you file the reports he rolls his eyes and continues typing at his computer.

"Oh great, and you're so charming too." He says sarcastically. He then pulls out a piece of paper and slides it over to you.

"Here, you forgot to submit this one." You take the paper and submit it, begrudgingly. He glances at what you've submitted.

"Hmmmm... good I guess." You ignore this, but perk up slightly. He turns back to his computer, but not before muttering to himself.

"Pfffffftt." He mutters. "What are you laughing at?" You say narrowing your eyes at him. "Oh I wasn't laughing." He turns around and stares at you.

"I'm smirking because you're too oblivious to realize I was being sarcastic." You groan, annoyed. "shut up before I wipe that smirk off your face"

His smirk grows. "Oh? And how would you go about doing that? I can't wait to hear this." You turn to make sure nobody else is around, then you pull him into a heated kiss.

He stares at you in surprise for a moment, then his eyes widen and his whole face goes bright red. Before he can even think of forming words, he kisses you back and wraps you in his arms, pulling you close.

You angrily chew on his bottom lip. "Oh-!" Miguel gasps in surprise. He holds you tight as you bite his lip. "That's a new.... interesting... tactic." He loved it but he'd never admit it, to your face at least.

"Not smirking anymore now, are you?" You are the one smirking now. "Nope, not smirking anymore." He gives a soft smile.

"So. What made you do that... hmm?" He asked. "You get on my nerves too much." You reply. "I see. Is this your way of revenge then? It's certainly... a unique method. Quite bold and very... forward of you too." Miguel says.

"It certainly got rid of your smirk but you can't seem to shut your mouth just yet." You say, annoyed. "Well you know me, I can never shut my mouth, as you've said." Miguel replied, quite amused by you.

He chuckles and looks at you with a sly smirk again, his eyebrows wiggling. "Why are you wiggling your eyebrows at me perv?" You ask, furrowing your brows.

"Because it's funny to see you all riled up." Miguel says smugly. His smirking turns into a wide grin, as he wiggles them ever faster.

"You should see yourself right now, so angry that I'm having so much fun." He leans in a bit toward you, still smirking as he stares into your eyes.

You get real close to him. "Wanna see me even more riled up?" You whisper into his ear. "Oh sure," he chuckles softly and nods his head. "I have a feeling I'm going to enjoy this."

"Shut up." You start kissing and sucking his neck. You unbutton his shirt a little to get more access. You start to bite him.

He stares at you in shock as you sink your teeth into his neck, but not for long as his eyes squint and he presses you closer against himself.

"Ah!" He groans slightly to himself, but soon starts making small gasps as you continue to bite, suck, and lick his neck. "Ah-!" He groans once more, your bites leaving small red marks.

"You're a... very enthusiastic biter. Don't see that everyday. I like it." He lets go of his ego a little. You sink your teeth into his shoulder.

He lets out another groan. Closing his eyes and pressing himself closer. "Wow... you weren't kidding when you said you were riled up..."

You tug on his hair. "You're really going for all the best spots tonight aren't you?" He smirks chuckles and again, pulling you closer to him. "Do me a favor, and never let go."

"Do me a favor and shut up pretty boy." You kiss his lips. He groans as you kiss him again, his arms wrapping around you and gently pressing you against him, while his lips meet yours, returning the kiss.

"Pretty... boy? Why, you're so rude to me all the time, and yet I'm your favorite person, aren't I?" He pulls away from the kiss for a moment and gives you a look somewhere between playful and serious.

"You make me so mad, but you drive me so crazy." You admit. "Well aren't you a complex woman?" He leans back, his arms still wrapped around you.

"That being said, you're not too bad yourself. You really know how to ruffle me up too." You roll your eyes playfully, a soft smile on your face. "Let's get back to it yeah?' You say.

"Don't have to tell me twice." With a smirk, he pulls you back to him and resumes the passionate kiss. You hope nobody walks in on you two like this. Miguel seems to have the same thought. He pulls away and puts a hand on your mouth to keep you quiet, as he pulls you closer to himself.

"Don't want anyone bothering us now, do we?" He asks. "You're the noisy one here with all your moaning, groaning and nonstop chatter." You say against his hand.

He chuckles at your observation. "Well... maybe you're just that good at getting me going?" He wiggles his eyebrows, before removing his hand from your mouth.

You can't help but laugh at him wiggling his eyebrows. He looks ridiculous. "What is it?" He gives you an amused look and raises an eyebrow, but only stops wiggling them when he's seen you laugh.

"Am I being funny? Do I look silly? Or... are they just too distracting?" Miguel asks. "You look ridiculous when you do that." You reply. "I... really don't care you know?" His smirk returns as he wiggles them just for you, winking one eye as he laughs.

"If you like it, I'll keep doing it. And.... I think you really like it, don't you? You laugh harder and lightly slap his chest. Surprisingly, he hardly flinches, not moving an inch as you slap him.

"You're not much of a slapper are you?" He chuckles again, eyebrows wiggling once more. "Shut up." You smile and move to put your hands underneath his shirt. "Wow, you really are feeling handsy aren't you?"

He grins, but lets it fall slightly for a moment when you put your hands under his shirt. He looks surprised by the move, and feels your touch against his bare skin, sending a slight tingle up his spine.

"Mmm.. someone's in a bit of a rush." Miguel says breathily. "Come on, you can't wear those tight shirts all the time and expect me to not want to touch your body." You reply

"What, so you were looking at me?" This time there's a tinge of surprise in his voice as you touch him, and your words. He clears his throat. "In that case you can absolutely touch me whenever you like."

You grope his pecs. "Nice boobs O'hara." He's caught off guard by how... forthright you were with that comment, and he looks into your eyes in surprise. His cheeks turn a bright red, and his lips quirk into a crooked smile as he speaks.

"Is that something you say often? Or just to me?" He asks. "Is there anyone else who has pecs like you?" You ask while tilting your head slightly. "Oh well then..." He smiles and looks at you. "I guess you know how to make a guy feel special, hmm?"

He leans closer, putting a hand on your cheek and lightly rubbing it, before he kisses you tenderly. "Let me let you in on something, not many have touched me like that before."

"Oh yeah?" You hum, then start to play with his nipples. "Oo...!" He lets out a soft sigh, arching his back a little before he tilts his head to the side and looks at you. "You're really going full out aren't you?"

"You really get me going. All this annoyance, anger and sexual tension have built up, you know?" You respond. "So you've held it in all this time? Wow you really do have a lot of self restraint, love."

He rubs his thumb on your cheek gently, as he stares into your eyes. "But I'm glad you've decided to let it all out tonight." He leans in to kiss you again "I must mean something to you if I'm that upsetting." He chuckles teasingly

"Yeah I'm desperately in love with you." You say sarcastically, a lot of truth in that sentence. You roll your eyes and start marking his chest. "Oo?" He lets you continue, letting out a soft groan as your nails scrape his chest.

"That feels good." The small marks on his chest leave him with a light blush, but he grins all the more, before he pulls you into another kiss.

You suck on his bottom lip. "Oh... mmh..." He lets out the soft groan again, as he moves his hand up to your cheek. "Someone's really feeling bold today." His eyebrows wiggle as they kiss more passionately

"Again with the eyebrow wiggling?" You mumble into the kiss. "Yes, again with the eyebrow wiggling. I find your annoyance with them funny, that's why" He smirks and continues to wiggle them, as he bites your lip gently, pulling away from the kiss slowly.

You hear someone approaching and you rush to make the two of you look normal. "Ah... someone's in a rush." He chuckles as you button his shirt. "Don't want us to get caught." You both tidy up.

Someone comes in. Miguel notices the person immediately, before frown slightly. "Oh.. hello. Do you need something?" A cold air seems to surround him now. "I came to get the paperwork" your coworker says. "Well let me get that paperwork for you then."

He grabs a stack of files and hands them over to the person. With a nod, he turns back to you, the coworker having left. "I'm sorry. It seems whenever we have time alone, someone has to spoil it. It's frustrating to say the least." He says.

"Why don't we meet up outside of work then?" You suggest. He nods his head slowly. "Hm... not a terrible idea. You want to grab dinner sometime?" He smiles and winks, pulling you closer to him and stealing a kiss.

"Sure as long as you don't annoy me too much." You giggle. "I'll try to keep my annoying nature at bay." He chuckles softly and shakes his head again. "I'm sure you like me enough to put up with it every now and then, right?" Hs smirks again.

"At least you're not grumpy anymore." You shrug. "Just a tad bit less grumpy than usual, for you." He smiles softly then leans in for another kiss. "I'll always be a little grumpy for you, because you deserve it." He winks at you again, his eyebrows dancing.

"Miguel I swear I'm gonna shave off your eyebrows in your sleep. Try wiggling them then." You say. "You're gonna have to catch me sleeping first." He grins. "Try and sleep over if you really wanna do that." He teases, still wiggling his brows.

"Wowww so forward aren't you?" You let out an exaggerated gasp. He snickers at your reaction. "And why not? You're a very attractive woman and I happen to think you've been flirting with me as well."

He pauses for a second, then looks deep into your eyes. "Do you think I have a chance?" He asks sincerely. "You have all the chances in the world love." You answer. "Oh, is that right?" He chuckles and give you a playful smirk.

"Mhm." You mumble as you sneakily squeeze his butt. "Ah... someone's getting daring." He chuckles softly looking into your eyes. "I didn't give you permission to do that you know?" He teases you, but he seems to enjoy your actions as he grins.

You stick your tongue out at him. "You cheeky woman." He laughs, but he looks down to your tongue stuck out, and a smirk comes to his face again. "You really do have a lot of nerve Hermosa."

"Yeah I do." You answer cheerily. "I think I could say I approve." He grins, his eyebrows dancing. "I love a woman who speaks her mind, and isn't afraid to show what she wants, and what she wants seems to be me..." He chuckles.

"You're lucky I'm so irresistible, love." He says smugly. "More like you're lucky I tolerate you." You quip back. "I know you hate admitting it, but you do have a soft spot for me. Just a tiny bit." He raises both his eyebrows, looking into your eyes.

"And you can't deny that it's getting harder and harder to hide that fact every day." You nod slightly admitting your feelings for him. "I can see that slight bit of infatuation on your face." His eyebrow wiggles, before he steals another kiss from you, pressing his lips against yours once more.

[ultravioletrayz]

part 2 of migs walking in on reader changing!!

PART 1, PART 3

Pairing: miguel o'hara x curvy!f!reader

Warnings: 18+, friends to lovers, m. masturbation, slight exhibitionism, handjob, oral (m. receiving), size kink, slight face fucking, praise kink, miguel is a bit of a perv but it's okay 'cause you're into that <3

Summary: you find miguel in an intimate situation, and what kind of friend would you be if you didn't help him out?

A/N: got the concept for part 2 from @whattheshock. part 3 (final part) is already on the way!!

Word Count: 2.2K

It was the fourth time Miguel had to excuse himself from his office to run off to the bathroom in the past hour. It was shameful, truly disgusting. But he didn’t care. He couldn’t bring himself to care. Not when you still had that shy smile on your pretty face, profusely apologising for your indecency in that sweet little voice of yours. Miguel assured you that it was fine, that he didn’t even see that much, but he saw everything. 

The image of your startled form in your underwear, shooing him away and struggling to cover the plush cleavage overflowing from the confinements of your bra, is practically burnt onto Miguel’s retinas. Every time he hides in the bathroom and shuts his eyes to escape the harsh, accusatory shine of the fluorescent lights, that mental image of his closest colleague, his friend, in such an intimate state beckons Miguel to disable the lower half of his spider-suit and tug on his achy cock.

Miguel’s shaft is covered in glistening, tacky globs of cum turned cold as he exposes his dick once again, one hand clawing at the wall of the bathroom cubicle while the other massages the swollen head. He whimpers and throws his head back, his fangs protruding and sinking into the plump flesh of his bottom lip to try and silence the sounds begging to escape his mouth.

His thumb circles his leaky slit as his sharp red eyes roll back, his hips involuntarily jolting up into the warmth of his palm, imagining it’s your tight cunt. His tight fist glides down his shaft, the veins adorning his heavy cock massaging his fingers, making him shiver. His pace increases, the lascivious craving for another release overcoming Miguel’s better judgement as his moans become unrestrained, his hips jumping upwards to meet the sloppy pumping of his hand. 

The act is so degenerate, so dirty, but Miguel can’t stop now. He can already feel his balls tightening at the thought of you half-naked in that fucking room. The sick, perverted side of him converts his feelings of guilt and shame into lewd fantasies of you and those curves he was salivating over earlier. Miguel could just imagine himself choosing to take a few more steps inside of that tiny bedroom, his hands reaching out to adore your ethereal figure, while he swallows any of your adorable doubts and fears with a fervent kiss. 

He should have just confessed his feelings for you right then and there, it would’ve saved the bucket loads of cum being wasted in this drab bathroom stall and the aching emptiness burning within him because the most perfect girl in the world is standing in his office as he urgently drags his hands up and down his wet, firm cock like a fucking weirdo.

It was bad enough he had walked in on you changing, and now he was jerking off to the memory of your partially exposed body? It’s sick, it’s immoral, it’s creepy. But it feels so good, the thought of you feels so good in Miguel’s mind. He wishes it could be real, that it was your hand, your mouth, your tits, your thighs, your cunt, anything that wasn’t Miguel’s lamentable fist pathetically getting himself off. Part of him dreams you would-

“Miguel? Are you… alright?” Your sweet, obviously hesitant voice echoes through the empty bathroom, and Miguel snaps his head upright as his eyes lock onto your feet shuffling around outside his cubicle. He was being loud. So, so loud. His moans were so wanton and pornographic that it would be impossible for you not to know that he was jerking off. Miguel was just praying you didn’t assume the truth… that he was thinking of you.

For some reason, even though he’s in the process of being caught, Miguel can’t stop ramming his dick in and out of his tight fist, the sound of your timid voice only encouraging Miguel to cum faster. He can just imagine that same startled, flustered expression you had on your pretty face when he walked in on you changing if you were able to see the frenzied way he runs his digits up and down his pulsing, veiny cock. His lack of a response, other than another string of whiny moans, only adds to your confusion and concern. What the fuck was going on in there?

Reluctantly, you push on the door of Miguel’s cubicle, your concern outweighing everything else. Things were already awkward enough between the two of you, but he’s still your friend, and your boss. You just want to help him.

You gasp loudly and your hands shoot up to cover your agape mouth. Miguel was a sight to behold. Meaty, hairy thighs exposed and quivering, calloused hand squeezing around his sticky cock, which is flushed a pinkish hue at the tip with a shaft slightly darker than the rest of Miguel’s body, rock hard, and engulfed in ropes of cum, and his face. Thick brows knitted together, unruly strands of brunette hair no longer brushed back and now sticking to the delicious sheen of sweat on Miguel’s forehead, sharp red eyes half-lidded, and his plump lips parted, allowing his sweet moans to reverberate around the stall. You don’t know whether to run away, or stay to enjoy the show.

Obviously, you opted to stay.

“Sorry- ngh fuck! ‘M sorry. Couldn’t stand to look at you anymore.” Miguel pants, smirking drowsily up at you as he meets your lustful stare. You’re frozen in confusion and arousal, a quiet whimper leaving your lips at Miguel’s blunt confession. The way your eyes are locked onto his cock only egging him on, accelerating the pace in which his hand rolls over his dick. He’s already gone too far, already made his desires known to you. There’s no point trying to back out now. “Por favor, ayúdame, hermosa.”

Your heart does backflips as Miguel’s whiny plea corrupts your better judgment. You’ve liked him for longer than you wanted to admit, and you had a suspicion that he may have felt the same way. But right now, watching as Miguel jerks off to your perplexed, yet endearing expression, your speculations seemed much less wishful. Or maybe Miguel, your dear friend and colleague of over two years, was just a pervert who walked in on you changing just to have something to wank to. Either way, the manner in which his eyes stare into yours is hypnotic, rendering you uninhibited, those doubts of Miguel’s intentions melting away as you take a step towards him on the toilet and kneel between his spread legs.

Miguel feels a wave of relief crash over him at your eagerness to help him. He was so worried that you’d reject him, declare him some kind of creep, and stop hanging out with him. He likes you so much, he just wants to feel you at least once. That demanding demeanour of his completely transforms into one of timidity as his hand drops to his lap and he stares down at you. Fuck, you look even better in this scenario than he ever could’ve imagined. The way you ogle his huge cock, visibly contemplating how you’re gonna go about sucking him off in order to make him feel good, has his stomach fluttering.

“Thanks…” He whispers bashfully, unable to stop himself from reaching down and tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. He’s purposefully soft with you, unlike he was in the fantasies he was jerking off to. You’re doing this, this is for real, he can’t fuck it up by being too enthusiastic. He’ll ruin his chances if he does that.

You nod in acknowledgment of Miguel’s gratitude, before reaching out to start testing the waters. Cautiously, you begin to stroke Miguel’s needy cock, your hand barely fitting around the sheer girth of his meaty shaft. The throbbing veins decorating the sensitive tan skin of his cock mold against the curve of your palm, making Miguel whimper quietly. It’s obvious that he’s enjoying the way you delicately caress him, his hips bucking up into your soft hand, smearing pre-cum all over your parted lips, the warm, gooey sensation just inches away from your needy tastebuds making you salivate.

“Mmmf- fuckkk… that’s it, that’s a good girl. Dame más, guapa.” Miguel babbles, begging for more than just your meek strokes. He wants to be consumed by your warmth to the point in which he can delusionally believe that his desperation has influenced some kind of real, meaningful connection between the two of you. It could just be the lust and the dizzying scent of your perfume lingering in the confined space, but Miguel prays that this sloppy, bathroom blowjob could lead to the relationship he’s been dreaming of since he first laid eyes on your stunning face.

The way his sultry pleas send an enthralling surge of need straight to your sopping pussy is the only motivation you need to let your moist tongue dart out and start to gently kitten-lick his slit, getting him nice and wet for when you try to take him in your mouth. The taste of him fills your senses, causing your little licks to become fat, messy stripes up and down the underside of his twitching cock. 

The way Miguel’s defined Adam’s apple bobs up and down with each of his moans and his head lulls to the side as he tries to keep his eyes open, not wanting to miss the heavenly sight between his legs, makes you feel electric. Holding him by his base, you wrap your lips around the head of Miguel’s cock, sucking on the swollen tip to draw out all of the pre-existing essence your greedy mouth can taste. 

You hollow your cheeks to take as much of him as possible, his veins rubbing up against the walls of your mouth and your uvula, making you choke slightly as you continue to pump and squeeze the bottom half of Miguel’s dick in both of your spit-covered hands.

Miguel wants to grab you by your hair and pull you away, whisper sweet nothings to you as he tells you not to go so hard, that your comfort is more important than his pleasure. But the may you swallow and gag around the measly portion of his cock that can fit in your mouth without breaking your jaw has Miguel mewling. He can’t bring himself to lose this feeling, especially since this could ruin your relationship as friends forever.

Miguel moans and groans as his big hands lurch down to either side of your head as he guides the slow bobbing of your head, his toes curling at the sensation of your flat tongue delicately gliding against his rigid rock within the gooey nirvana of your mouth.

He can’t help but thrust his hips up to meet your lips, steadily, yet passionately fucking your gorgeous face. This moment is paradisiacal. Pure heaven. The fact that the girl he feels blessed to even breathe the same air as every day at work is sucking him off so diligently, so lovingly, makes Miguel’s eyes cross as his chest rises and falls heavily from above you.

He glances down at you, a loud whine echoing around the bathroom as he watches your frothy saliva, mixed with the cum that previously glazed the expanse of his cock, dribbles down your neck and coats your big tits, which jiggle and spill over the neckline of your top. Miguel is mesmerised by the perfect view he has of your huge breasts, and the way you look up at him through your teary lashes while your curves glisten with the result of your mutual desire, makes the coil in his lower stomach tighten in anticipation.

“Oh shit- ‘m so c-close. Keep going, sweetheart. Make me cum.” Miguel coos, his needy thrusts against the back of your throat becoming more intense as you push against his pelvis, your nails leaving crescent-shaped marks on his tan skin and your fingertips brushing up against the dark hair framing his pretty length in a pathetic attempt to stop Miguel from fully slamming his obscenely large dick inside your mouth and making you suffocate.

You pull back as much as you can from the base of his cock, teasingly swirling your tongue around the perimeter of Miguel’s thick shaft. That sweet side of you that can take the intensity of a situation and somehow find a way to keep him grounded is one of the things Miguel loves about having you as a friend, and the way that still applies even as you’re blowing him causes his climax to crash over him like a tsunami.

Miguel grabs handfuls of your hair as he cums down your throat and moans, the bitter and salty taste of his warm, dense load invading your senses and soiling your pretty mouth with its ivory mess. You swallow around his tip, savouring every last drop like it’s liquid gold gracing your tastebuds. Hesitantly, you let him slip out of your mouth, your glassy eyes looking up at him in a daze.

Miguel takes a few seconds to come down from the high of his release and regain his composure, staring at the ceiling and breathing rapidly before looking down at you, his sharp red eyes staring into your soul as his voice comes out a hushed, breathless whisper.

“We have a lot we need to talk about.”

a few people wanted to be tagged, so...

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[lust4liyah]

saw a post somewhere talking bout how miguel doesn't see size when it comes to lovers and as cute as that is, he's deffo a big ass chubby chasing fiend.

not proofread! contains; chubby! fem! reader, breeding kink, oral sex (f recieving), desperate sex, miguel being super whipped for chubby women cus WHO WOULDNT BE.

miguel o'hara is a chubby chaser to his core. nothing else to it. he loves chubby girls and everything about them. from their soft, squishy hands to their beautiful pinchable cheeks. no amount of multiverse knowledge could explain the irresistible enigma that was chubby girls to miguel. he found every part of them, of you, absolutely perfect.

you were everything miguel knew he was not. your soft and gentle body contrasted with his rough and hard (get it) one. he admired that about you. he admired a lot about you. he admired your face, the cute rolls of your tummy, your soft arms, your pillowy breasts, your puffy pussy.

miguel's favorite thing to do was eat you out. loves spreading your pussy lips apart just to stare like the perv he is. always shushes your cries of 'miguel, stop that! s'embarassing!' with a tight squeeze on the inner fat of your thigh, muttering a soft 'cálmate, mama. lemme admire this pussy, yeah?' before proceeding to take a good five minutes staring into your labia, watching it flutter around nothing.

he's such a tease too, more to himself than to you if he's honest. he's always testing his self-control when it comes to you. he starts out giving small kitten licks to your bundle of nerves and ignores your mewls for more with a quiet 'shh, 's okay'. he's attentive and gentle, wanting to savor your taste while also giving you what you want.

miguel can never keep his gentle act up, however, because the smell and taste of your arousal overwhelm all six senses of his. the silky feeling of your frothy clit against his tongue makes him go crazy. he wants more, so he takes more, shoving his tongue in your clenching hole and delivering deliciously rough sucks to it.

he's so loud about it too. moaning louder than you are as his nose bumps up into your clit while his tongue goes to town. 'taste so fuckin' good, cariño'. he groans, giving your puffy clit a kiss. 'can't get enough of you'. you're so embarrassed, but he looks so good in between your legs, how could you complain?

don't even get miguel started on how it feels when he finally shoves his cock in you like you've been asking for. the pretty stretch of your pussy as you try your best to sink down on all of him, the way your tummy folds when you hold yourself up on his chest, the way your tits bounce in his face, he's so obsessed.

loves having you on top of him so he can get a better grab of your soft rolls. he groans when he feels the clench of your walls around him, gripping the side of your tummy a bit too hard. 'hurts, miggy'. you sob, weakly trying to pry his hand off you. miguel's grip loosens, but he doesn't let go. he doesn't want to.

'''m sorry, mama'. he apologizes though he doesn't look guilty at all. 'your pussy feels amazing. yer' gonna have me fallin' in love with her if you keep this up'. he smiles at you like a dork.

he just has to hold your hands when you two are fucking, it doesn't matter what position, he'll make it work. he loves the soft feeling of your hands intertwined with his. he'll hold your hands so gently even when he's being so nasty.

miguel has you flipped on your back, drilling his cock inside your tight walls while he watched your tits bounce up and down deliciously. you cried as you squeezed miguel's hand. 'feel so good, miggy. fuck!' you cursed. miguel's face showed an expression of bliss, one eye closed tight while he clenched his teeth.

'fuck, mama. you don't know what yer' doin' to me'. he panted, leaning down to kiss you. you kissed him back with a whimper escaping your mouth. he pulled away, feeling his heart rate speed up. 'need to breed this pussy. please, cariño. ya' need to let me breed you'. it was his turn to cry now. all common sense was lost.

'you'd look so good, so pretty. c'mon, please? lemme fill you up? lemme give you my kids? please?' the way he pleads for you sounds so pathetic, he thinks. but he can't help it.

you looked so beautiful and soft now just imagine how you'd look all full with his kids? miguel has been drooling over the thought ever since he met you.