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La Vida Loca

Pairing:  Miguel Caballero Rojo x Fem Reader 

This is my first time writing for Miguel, so I hope I did well! 

Summary: After randomly disappearing from home to avenge his sisters' death, Miguel suddenly comes back home after a year, surprising his long-time love interest—and not in a good way. This makes the reader's life take a crazy twist.

Warnings:  Swearing, some angst, SMUT! (18+ ONLY! MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI! YOU WILL BE BLOCKED!) (Oral F receiving, foreplay)

Word Count: 3.3k 

After the latest Iron Fist Tournament, things in the world seemed to be changing for the better. My hometown was being restored to its original beauty, and everything just seemed better, down to the tiniest detail, like the way the sun shined during the day.

With the days becoming brighter, I decided to go out for a night as my friends practically begged me, which I didn't have a problem giving in.

We always knew how to have a good time. We ate food, drank drinks, listened to music, and did a little dancing together. There wasn't a single second when I didn't have a smile on my face. I was at the bar trying to order another drink when I noticed a guy eyeing me with a smirk.

I couldn't deny that he was pretty handsome, and I was feeling good, so I gave him a little smirk of my own, and that was enough to make him come over to me.

His eyes trailed me up and down on his way over, and I felt a little excitement, curious as to how he'd introduce himself. But for some reason, it got awkwardly quiet in there, and his eyes weren't on me but above me, which made me tilt my head out of confusion, just for my eyes to go wide when I heard behind me:

"You have a death wish, talking to my girl?"

I thought my heart was going to stop, unable to speak, when I turned to see Miguel behind me, and he was clearly pissed off to see me in a bar next to a guy.

Miguel and I had been off and on since we were young, hopelessly romantic teenagers. Our relationship was complicated and only got worse after the tragic loss of his sister. He left home, and I knew it was because he wanted to avenge his sister, which I understood, but his disappearance hurt my heart deeply.

Now, he was here, showing up unannounced, and it made so many emotions rise inside of me, especially when he called me his girl like that.

I was too stunned even to move or speak. Everyone knew Miguel and knew he wasn't to be messed with, so that guy who tried to talk to me immediately ran off, my eyes darting over to my friends as they were all watching, surprised as Miguel wrapped his arm around my waist, mumbling under his breath while watching that guy leave:

"That's exactly what I thought..."

I couldn't believe him right now, barging in like this and not even telling me he was home. He was just randomly coming up to me like nothing ever happened, like he didn't leave for a year without a proper explanation or even saying goodbye.

"What's the matter, Bonita?"

He must've lost his mind. He used his typical smooth tone on me, trying to pull me closer by the waist like he didn't just cause a mini scene.

I couldn't take it, pushing him away and storming out of the bar, leaving the place silent. Of course, it wasn't going to be that easy to make him go away, hearing him calling out. "Y/N! Bonita!"

Stopping in my tracks, I only grew angrier from his pet name, whipping around to face him and finally letting him have it as I snapped:

"Don't you dare, 'Bonita,' me! No hello, no trying to get my attention at all? Just burst onto the scene with your famous temper, ayi?"

"Hey, he had it coming to him..." He huffed, stepping up to me, and it was clear that he didn't want to say it as he always struggled to communicate his true feelings with words, speaking in a lower voice, "I know I've been gone, but-"

"But nothing!" I shut him down instantly, feeling tears swell in my eyes as I tried to get my feelings through his thick skull. "Do you know how badly I missed you? How worried I was that you just might not come back home? Do you even realize how badly you hurt my heart, Miguel?!"

For a change, he was dead silent, and I could see that he was fighting his emotions even though his face was stoic. I wiped my eyes as I refused to let him see me cry, turning back around and saying softly as I walked off.

"I know life hasn't been the best to you, but that doesn't mean you get to mess with my heart in the process..."

My heart could barely take the sight of him, let alone an argument. It was all too much for me to handle, so I went home and tried to cool myself down on the way. When I finally made it home, my friends called to ask if I was okay and about Miguel.

It wasn't a long talk because they knew I wasn't ready for that drama right now, and they actually managed to persuade me to come back out because we had fun before Miguel showed up. So, I put my head back on straight, solely focusing on having a good night, but fate had different plans for me when I opened my front door to find Miguel, roses in hand, and for once, he looked remorseful for a change.

"Y/N... please, just give me a chance to explain myself."

All at once, all of my emotions came back, and as I noticed the look on his face and the fresh and gorgeous roses in his hand, my heart wouldn't let me forget that despite everything, I loved him.

"Fine..." I sighed, giving in but firm in my tone as I warned, "This is your one chance."

"I know what I did hurt you. My grief quickly turned into anger because, you know, my sister was the only person in my family who cared about me..." He began, opening up a lot more than I expected and it wasn't just bull or excuses, he was meaningful with his every word, "I will avenge her death, but I also know now that I can't just forget about the only person I do have left in this world..."

Holding out the roses to me, I knew that the only person he was talking about was me, and no matter what happened in the past, I couldn't push him away, my hand slowly coming to take the rose, but asking him in a shaky yet hopeful tone:

"No more games, Miguel?"

"Never again..." he assured me with a whisper, perfectly in sync with me as I took the rose, giving him this last chance. His arm wrapped around my hip, pulling me to his chest to hug me.

His hug was as warm and comforting as ever. I always loved his hugs, but this was different. I could hear how quickly his heart was beating and the relieved sigh that he tried to hide when he squeezed me softly and buried his head in the crook of my neck.

He was scared that I wouldn't forgive him, and those signs let me know that he was more serious than ever and meant every word.

We stood there for a long moment, hugging each other like we'd never get to again, till he picked up his head, his fingertip brushing along my jaw and to my chin, tilting my head up and whispering:

"Look at me..."

Gazing up into his brown eyes, I felt my heart fluttering then racing like crazy, my heart swelling as I heard the most important words he's ever said to me:

"Te amo con todo mi corazón..."

[I love you with all my heart.]

When I heard those words, my heart immediately took over my whole body. My arms shot up around his neck, tilting my head and bringing him down to me. Our lips met in a soft yet fiery kiss.

It wasn't our first kiss, but it felt like it all over again with the way he kissed me back so tenderly; then so much passion poured in, making it deeper, and neither one of us could fight the desires that our hearts were telling us to give into, carefully backing into my house and bringing him along with me.

We didn't dare break our kiss for even a second. It only grew hotter as he shut the door, then picked me up by the thighs, impatient as always, and went into the living room, still familiar with it. He sat me down on the couch, placing my roses on the table, and then started to take off his shirt, breaking our kiss a little just to tease him.

"The couch, Miguel?'

"You act like it's the first time," He chuckled back, making me shake my head because I should've expected him to say such a thing.

I knew there was no slowing down in this, so my shirt was up and gone, not wearing a bra underneath, which quickly silenced him; his eyes stuck on my chest, and I gasped when he suddenly hit me with such a hot kiss, wasting no time to place them down my neck, earning moans with the way he could effortlessly fire up my nerves, gently nipping his way down to my breasts.

He was my first and my last, knew me far too well, and had me melting against the couch with how delicious his every kiss was along my breasts, shivering with pleasure as his tongue swirled around my nipple, sucking and nipping gently while his hands were massaging down my sides, coming around to unbutton my jean shorts, slipping them off right along with my panties and when he came back to me, his lips left a wet trail of kisses down my stomach, slowly spreading my legs apart and gazing up at me with his eyes forming into a darker brown.

I was already shaking just from the way he turned his head and began to pepper my thigh with kisses, all the way down to my inner thigh and sucking a little just because he knew how that drove me crazy, switching sides and doing the same to my other thigh, but slower, making me plead quietly in a moan:

"Don't be like that, baby..."

"You know how long I've been waiting to get my hands on you?" He whispered in a low, sultry tone, smirking up at me while kissing my inner thigh, but began to give me what I wanted, moving inward, and his tone filled with hunger as tongue rolled against my clit, "I'm taking my time with you..."

I almost forgot how much I loved that feeling, trembling slightly as I gasped, trying to breathe just for it all to get stuck in my chest as his lips closed around that sensitive bundle of nerves, my back arching off the couch as he sucked harder and longer.

"M-Miguel..."

I knew it had been a while, but I never expected this buried neediness and desperation to come out of me like this, my hand tangling into his brown locks as his tongue trailed up and down through my folds, his deep hum jolting straight through my core.

He meant it when he said he was going to take his time; my legs aching and felt like forever that they were up towards the ceiling, unable to help the way my hips were jerking from the restless stimulation, strangled whines coming up my throat when he hooked my legs over his shoulders, keeping me pinned and groaning while burying his face between my thighs, a feral look in his eyes when they fixed on every expression I made.

"mmm...b-baby, f-fu..."

I felt senseless, starting to ascend to a high cloud that only he could get me to, my nails grazing his scalp as my hips were fighting his firm grip, spiraling from the way my clit throbbed against his nose while desperately grinding and rolling my hips against his face, gasping out his name over and over as he somehow made it all even more intense with this carnality that had me clenching around nothing, gushing out into his quiet moan:

"Dios mio, mi amor..."

[My god, my love...]

All I could do was whine while he continued to devour me, licking up every drop, and even though I was a panting mess, the way he looked up at me with love and affection had me craving more. Crave couldn't even describe it. I needed him, my voice shaking as I whispered down to him.

"I need you s-sooo badly, baby...m-more..."

"You're going to get more, Bonita," He promised, picking up his head and smirking at the glistening skin between my legs, rising to his feet and still tending to me by slipping two fingers into my clenching cunt, slowly pumping and stretching me some while his free hand was tugging his pants down.

I could never get enough of the way he looked so irresistible, towering over me with that temple of a body he owned proudly, watching his pants and briefs fall, my mouth watering at how his size blew my mind like always, whimpering at the slow pump of his hand and reminding him because I knew how he could be during the heat of the moment:

"Just please be gentle...it's been a long time..."

"I know, amor..." He nodded gently, stroking himself and pulling his hand back, admiring the sight of me being so needy for him, stepping closer and fixing my legs a bit further apart as his tip met my tight hole, gently pushing inward and stretching me wide, promising, "I have you..."

Leaning down to me, our foreheads met, and we shared a soft gasp, his eyes fixed between my legs, slowly rolling his hips and being mindful of how much he was feeding me, mumbling under his breath, "Fuck, I've missed you around me like this..."

"I missed it too..." I moaned out, my arms hooking under his and my fingertips digging into his back as I was still so sensitive and even with the sensual pace, it felt like so much, and when he pressed a little deeper, all I noticed was how sinfully wet I was, blushing and turning my head with a whine as his lips came to my ear, almost able to hear how much he was smirking as he teased:

"You cum already, Bonita?"

"S-So..?" I stuttered out, already hot from all of the body contact and intense pleasure, now I was all flustered from his teasing, hiding my face in his chest and my jaw falling when I felt his chain against my cheek; it was so cold, making me tense up a little just for my jaw to clench up with a sharp whine as our hips met.

My legs instantly latched around his waist, my whines growing louder as I felt him brush far past my sweet spot, gently guiding my back to the couch and crawling on top of me, the back of his hand brushing my hair away from my face, kissing my cheek and his words in sequence with the thrusts of his hips:

"It's okay...I plan to make you do it again...again...and again."

I didn't doubt his words in the slightest, knowing he could go for a long time, and since it'd been long, long months since we last saw one another...

My head snapped back onto the couch, and my vision blurred. But as they passed the view out of the window, I could just tell from the darkness and the soft sound of crickets that it was dead in the night.

He was still on top of me, one of my legs hooked over his shoulder, all my moans and senseless, praising babbles never-ending, feeling my wet heat down my thighs and ass from the back-to-back to back orgasms, had lost count but knew he was driving me to another one with the way my walls clenched and pulled him in deeper, hearing him panting above me, briefly catching how he was biting his lip, grunting down to me:

"O-One more, amor...one more time for me, Bonita."

He was practically pounding my cervix, my back arching yet again, and my hands sweating as they clamped to the back of his neck, his cock throbbing from the friction of my tight, pulsating walls but holding off to get me into the most intense high I've ever felt,

"Right...there...c'mon..." His teeth gritted, panting heavily while his hips smacked into mine with a sapid fervor, fixing my legs back around his waist in a quick motion, his arms wrapping around me as he felt just how much I was trembling, beginning to squirm till his arms tightened, my hands starting to slip down, nails grazing and scratching up his back as the sound of wet thrusts echoed louder, my voice cracking and breaking up into tearful moan:

"M-Miguel! Mmm...ngh! Ngh!"

My body started convulsing even with his tight grip on me, hearing the couch creaking under the weight of our bodies, struggling to breathe from how hard I was gushing around his cock, his body weight sinking us deeper into the couch. At the same time, his hips continued to move feverishly, a groan rumbling and breaking out from his chest:

"Can't...stop...f-fuck..."

"Don't stop..." I quickly whined in response, a sudden urge taking over me and my arm wrapping around his head, bringing his lips to mine. Our kiss was nothing but tongue as we were still moaning and whining at how his every move made me feel a slight bulge in my stomach, my head suddenly dropping back again because of the aftershocks mixing with his hot seed filling me to the brim, and the feeling being so intense that my head was spinning. All I could see were stars shooting across my eyelids.

"M-Mierda..." He whispered shakily in my ear, burying his face in the crook of my neck as he came to a slow stop, our hips pinned together, and feeling him smirking against my skin, pulling a few whimpers out of me with a few neck kisses, "Eres asombrosa...Te amo, mi cariña."

[Shit...You're amazing. I love you, my darling.]

"Mmm..." I hummed, smiling when I felt his nose come and brush against mine, kissing him softly and purring back, "Te amo más..."

[I love you more...]

"No..." He chuckled back, playing around a little. He nuzzled his nose against my neck where I was ticklish, making me giggle and trying to get away by shrinking to my shoulder. I looked to see how much he was smiling and adoring my reaction, saying more seriously and wholeheartedly as he brought his forehead back to mine, "Eres todo para mí."

[You mean everything to me.]

Those words hit me so deeply, knowing all the things we'd been through were worth it because there was no one in this world I could ever love as I loved him. I knew he very much felt the same about me, hugging him tightly like I was pouring all my love into him, my smile softer when I found his deep brown eyes, kissing one last time:

"Y tu eres mi mundo, Miguel..."

[And you are my world, Miguel...] 

2024 © itjazzbicch—Do not repost or translate my work. Likes, reblogs, and comments are always welcome. 

[matchalilly]

Because I'm proud of myself for finally doing this I want to share it here and with a fun fact.

As you can tell from my tumblr, I really like Carlos and a few other characters, but one of my favorites doesn't get a lot of love and shares a voice actor with my beloved Carlos from he resident evil franchise.

But for those that also enjoy themselves some Miguel Rojo I give you my first writing for our precious angry Spainard.

It's been an eventful convention weekend, four days of insanity and button mashing but today I get to relax being outmatched in Tekken tournaments has its small silver linings.

As I walk around I hear someone call out to me making me stop and look around until I spotted a kid run up excitedly, his brown curls bouncing as he jumps up and down excitedly.

I smile and squat down to his height ready to sign something or enteract with the kiddo.

"Hey little man what's up?"

The kids eyes sparkled as he clapped his hands together.

"You were so cool during the tournament! I really like Miguel too he gets so much hate because he isn't an actual martial artist."

I snickered the kid was right I don't know many people that like using Miguel so it's always neat to find others that appreciate him as a character.

"I know what you mean but to me I'd trust a man like Miguel with my life. Like he went on a whole man hunt for Jin and entered the tournament with no martial arts skills just to utterly destroy a man that caused his sisters death. Plus I love how he's literally just a brawler, some punk that beats you up until you won't get up."

The kid started jumping up and down again, I noticed two adults walk up with a relieved look on their face. 'That must be his parents, he must have given them a fright.'

"YOU GET IT! If anyone hurt my baby sister I'd do the same thing. Hey hey are you Spanish or Brazilian by chance?"

I held back a loud laugh, I get that quite alot being racially ambiguous people mistake me for many things. I shake my head making my wavy hair sway.

"No I'm just biracial, don't know much though about my heritage. I'm adopted you see but if I ever find out I'd like to understand my heritage."

The kid nods, I'm not sure if he understands but it's cute to see him act like he does. This was the best part of cons for me, meeting people with similar likes and making a kids day, it makes my heart swell with warmth making a kid or anyone in general happy.

"I just thought maybe you were Spanish cause I over heard you talking to another Tekken player in castellano."

I heard the parents make a noise of disaprovement at their child's bluntness. The mother patted the boys head softly. I spotted the little sister in her arms that the boy spoke of. Her wide brown eyes taking all the colors in, she must have been maybe around one or two years old.

"Mijo, it's not polite to make assumptions."

I watched the little boy hang his head making me look at the mother with understanding.

"No no it's quite alright, I think it's healthy for kids to be curious about such things I don't mind at all."

The little boy looks back up to me with bright eyes. 'Such a cutie, I hope my future kiddos are just as precious.'

"I was speaking castellano because it was his mother tongue. Did you know he was a Miguel main as well?"

The boys eyes lit up and began jumping again.

"Is that what you two were talking about?"

I laughed at his energy man I wish I was a kid again, to have that energy and bright view of everything.

"Hahah yeah, he didn't enter this time around but we were discussing his combos and how fun he is to play."

The father tapped the boys shoulder making him turn to look at his father.

"Alright mijo it's time to keep moving. We can't keep her all to ourselves and there's alot more to see."

I watched his face fall and I stood up and ruffled his hair making him look at me.

"He's right kiddo this is a big con center and I'm pretty sure you might come across some artist that have Miguel merch."

As I said that I pulled one of the Miguel Keychain I just purchased out of my bag and handed it to him.

"Here ya go kiddo consider this a gift from one Miguel fan to another. Go have fun with your family and don't run off on them again I'm sure you gave them a fright."

The little boy nodded and grabbed his father's hand and walked off with them. I heard his apology to his parents and smiled as I turned to walk off to find a spot to rest.

^^^^

ITS THAT TIME AGAIN, TIME FOR THE KING OF THE IRON FIST TOURNAMENT. ARE YOU READY!

*cheers echo across the stadium*

People glued to their phones or a TV screen whether at home or a pub everyone was tuning in for their favorite fighting tournament to cheer for their favorite fighter or make beats on who was going to win or lose.

One man walked along the roads and glared at one of the large display screens showing one of the fighters.

"Jin Kazama, this rage is for you and you alone. I'll be the one to take you down."

^^^^^

"Ugh finally a quite place! As much as I love cons my anxiety can't handle these crowded places for long."

I sit down to relax against the pillar I claimed as my sanctuary from humans and groaned as my back popped in a few places.

"Wow I didn't notice my body was so wond up, I should really get a massage or something."

I closed my eyes for a bit to take a quick rest.

"Hey hey miss are you okay?"

I feel my body being shook and I slowly open my eyes and blink away the darkness to be greeted by two familiar pigtails.

"Uuuuh what?"

The girl stands up and puts her hands on her hips.

"I asked if you were okay?"

A chuckle sounded from behind her.

"You also shook for poor cutie I'd be a bit confused too if I was woken up like that."

I glanced behind her to see familiar orange hair.

'Oooookay what the fuck is going on?'

"I ummm, I'm fiiiiine just confused I guess."

I stand up and dust myself off and look around, my merch was gone and I'm in an alley with two characters from one of my favorite fighting game.

"Uh weird question, but did you perchance see how I ended up in this alley?"

The girl tilted her head and then nodded.

"Kind of it was weird really. A bright light a boom and then silence. Thought maybe you got into some weird brawl but you don't seem hurt. Are you hurt?"

I watched her explanation which included alot of hand movements and started to smile. 'She talks with her hands alot. Glad to know that's a her thing it's cute.'

The man walked forward and looked at me in an observing me.

"You aren't from here are you girly?"

I shook my head and looked between the two of them.

"Um no actually, oh this is going to sound so weird. I'm from a different world, realm...i don't know what you'd call it...dimension maybe."

I tilt my head while rubbing the back of my neck until the girls giggled and pointed at me.

"ALIEN!"

I snapped my head towards her and blinked, she had a wide smile on her face as the man let out an amused huff.

"Ummm I guess that's an accurate way of putting it. But I am most definitely human."

The man hummed

"Well im..."

I pointed at him.

"Hworang and you, you're Ling Xiaoyu. You're both pretty popular where I'm from."

Ling jumped up and down while Hworang eyed me suspiciously.

"Alright explain girly?"

I started from the beginning explains how they were both from a game in my world and how I was a professional player, of course I didn't tell them my main just told them I flex played and explained what that was and where I was before I ended up here.

Ling gasped and giggled before grabbing my arm.

"Does that mean you know how to fight or are you just good at in games?"

Hworang sighed rubbing the back of his neck.

"Why would you assume she knows how to fight just from that?"

I laughed making him look at me.

"I mean she's not entirely wrong, I'm not by any means a professional fighter like you two by I like to dabble in some martial arts but I'm more of a punch em till their down type of person. Kind of my default I guess, I grew up in a rough area so fist fighting was a norm for me."

Ling looked at me concerned.

"What do you mean by rough area?"

I scratched the back of my head with a goofy grin.

"Rough like muggings, gunshots, not safe for girls to walk alone kind of area. But I was kind of the kid that did what she wanted so long as my mom and dad were cool with it so my pops taught me how to throw punches and how to stab someone properly if need be, break arms, noses that type of stuff. He wanted me to be able to defend myself. We live in a better area now so I don't really have to fight and can just relax when I'm out and about."

Ling nodded her head in understanding.

"We have places like that here too."

She frowns and looks at me.

"But I think kids shouldn't have to fight to survive just walking to a store or something."

I nod humming in agreement. She's right about that it shouldn't be normal nor should a kid develop anxiety early because of it, but here I am a scrapper with anxiety.

I giggle making them look at me oddly.

"Sorry sorry I was just thinking about what one of the old ladies at one the stores called me."

Hworang chuckled at me.

"And what was that?"

I giggled again and pointed at myself.

"A scrappy little street rat."

Ling and Hworang burst out laughing.

"Why on earth would she call you that?"

I smiled thinking back foundly on the old lady she always had my back.

"Well I dressed in cargo pants and hoodies when ever I went out late so people would just mistake me as some punk out and about. So she took to calling me that because that's what I reminder her of, like a street kid."

Hworang grinned at me and slung his arm around my shoulders.

"I like you girly, come on I want to see what you got."

Ling chased after us panicked.

"Hworang no, she just told us she's not a professional fighter. Are you insane?"

I glanced back at her curiously and then at the grinning Hworang.

"Wait...woah hold up buddy you aren't planning on entering me in that tournament are you?"

Hworang just grinned at me as Ling continued lecturing him.

She kicked him in the leg making him stumble, unfortunately I stumbled as well right into someone's back.

As I backed up and looked up the person I stumbled in I was in shock.

Standing in front of me was my main...the one and only Miguel Caberello Rojo.

'Holy shit he's huge'

"Lo siento señor."

I watched as he tilted his head and stared at me like I was a puzzle.

"hablas mi lengua materna?"

I blinked and started to smile with a nod.

"Soy multilingüe, señor. mi padre pensó que me beneficiaría cuando estuviera solo."

He laughed and ruffled my hair making me huff.

"no el pelo, por favor!"

He laughed harder at my protest but relented in messing up my hair.

I turned hearing Ling and Hworang run up to us.

"Ah Miguel have you thought about my offer?"

I looked at Hworang curiously as he slide his arm around my shoulder slyly making my narrow my eyes at him.'what is this man thinking'

Ling stomped her foot.

"Stop hogging her Hworang."

Miguel looked at the three of us before narrowing his eyes at me. I held my hands up automatically, that was not I look I wanted to be at the end of .

"What ever he asked of you I am not a part of it, I just met these two." I narrowed my eyes at Hworang "and what ever your plotting do not involve me in it idiot."

Ling burst out laughing making me look at her noticing her attention was now on Miguel.

"She speaks the truth we found her in an alley, she's really fun but Hworang is hogging her like he always does when he thinks a girl is pretty."

I looked at Hworang blinking at him as he winked at me.

I scoffed and stomped on his foot.

"Absolutely not, your a menace. I wouldn't even hook up with you if I was shit faced . You're the type of guy that my pa calls trouble."

I scooted back behind Ling and pointed at Hworang whom was acting offended.

"Why is he like that?"

Ling just shrugged at me and we both glanced at Miguel hearing him chuckle.

"If the Senorita agrees to join your little group I may just join. Only to see you get shoot down like that again."

I glance at Miguel surprised.

'I shouldn't be surprised but I'm just so used to only hearing his lines an Castellano.'

Hworang snapped his head in my direction and grinned, followed by Ling turning to grin at me.

"Woah woah first you want me in the tournament now your alliance, slow down you two."

I slowly back away only for Ling to grab me into a bear hug.

"It will be so much fun, you'll get to meet everyone and make new friends and oh oh you'll get to meet panda."

I perked up at that.

"Panda? The cute adorable fighting Panda? That panda?"

Ling nodded her head enthusiastically making me groan.

"I should say no, I really should..."

You know those moments when your thought process takes you a direction you know is a bad idea but the only thought is fuck it, yeah this was one of those moments.

"Ugh I can't believe I'm doing this...fine, fine I'll join."

Ling jumped up and down holding me.

'My god why is she like this.'

"Yaaaay now we have two new members. You'll be alot of help anyways you know that right?"

She puts me down and stares directly at me with a small and Hworang pats my shoulder.

"She's right your like our own personal spy."

I groan in annoyance.

"You guys making me sound like a suspicious criminal."

Ling laughs at me.

"I mean...you'd definitely be a suspicious criminal in Jin and Kazuya's eyes."

I frown at hearing Kazuya's name and let a growl out taking the two by suprise and catching Miguel's attention.

"Ling do me a favor do NOT mention that man's name again, I really really hate him."

Hworang looked at me curiously.

"Jin? He's not that bad."

Miguel huffed at Hworang and rightfully so in my opinion.

"No his father that man can rot for all I care. As for Jin he is close to becoming just as bad as his father I'd pay to punch his dumb ass in the face."

Hworang burst out laughing.

"You can do that for free in the tournament. Now come on girly, you to Rojo."

He walked off with Ling as me and Miguel exchanged a look and followed after the two fighters.

[fairlyang]

Feelings 🕷️

miguel contemplating his feelings for you

w/c: 1.9K

pairing: grumpy!miguel o’hara x f!reader

tags: more fluff than smut, slowly opening up, miguels pov, catching feels fast, his friends notice, 18+ smut. small bit of smut at the end, his thoughts get dirtier, cums by hearing your voice

part two

miguel o'hara who didn't believe in love at first sight or soulmates until the day you clumsily bumped into him on your first day at HQ and you looked up at him

"oh god- I'm so sorry!!!" you said nervously looking up at the man who you instantly realized was the boss of this place based on the description gwen was giving you earlier.

"You're fine, don't worry about it." he said waving you off which confused gwen and hobie who were watching from afar

miguel o'hara who was never upfront about his feelings or even wanting to open up to you but you were just so sweet and didn't bug him like everyone else

"Did you eat today Miguel? Drink enough water?" You'd ask kindly, really wanting to make a good first impression on your new boss on your first week.

"Yeah- yeah I did Y/n" he'd say and let out a sigh unsure on if he should continue having small convos like these with you

miguel o'hara who didn't exactly kick you out of his office when you'd wander in often after your first month at the spider society

"Hey Miguel!" you waltzed in with your usual cheery voice and wide grin

"hey" he mumbled after checking over some reports from other spider people before turning to look at you

"I brought you some chile rojo! Pues es asado, como dice mi mamá pero es lo mismo!" you say and present him a small tupperware of the food you had made for dinner last night

he eyes the container then looks up at you, your eyes not looking like you were fucking with him. He stands up and reaches for it, you gladly pass it to him and he quickly opens it. The instant smell of seasonings and of course, the guajillo chili filling his nostrils. He lets out a chuckle and gives you a small smile, "thank you"

miguel o'hara who told peter b parker that he wasn't interested in you but then when peter asked what he'd do if he saw someone asking you out on a date he couldn't exactly hide the vein on his neck from popping out or the way his fangs appeared

"well if you weren't interested then why is your-"

"fuck off" miguel snarled making peter shake his head and shrug

"hey- not like it'd be a bad thing." peter mumbled before walking out of his office leaving miguel alone with his thoughts

miguel o'hara who was eventually letting himself laugh at your stupid jokes as well as really start to pay attention to your stories about your day

"so then our professor told him to get the fuck out before he called security to grab him and kick him out." you explained talking about another mischievous student in one of your lectures. He just scoffed and shook his head while looking at files on his screens

miguel o'hara who started asking you questions about your parents and friends back at your earth, then listening to you very attentively

"how are your parents doing?" he asked and you smiled and leaned against his desk as he looked up at you from his seat

"they're good, they just planted some new veggies in their backyard!" you say excitedly and he just chuckled and nodded before you rambled on about their garden

miguel o'hara who slowly felt himself smiling and laughing along with you when you'd be in his office when you weren't off catching anomalies, now two months after you joined

"so you mean to tell me-"

"Yes!"

"Your brother just thought he'd get his way-"

"And it's not the first time!" you say and bite your lip fighting the urge to burst out laughing

he couldn't contain himself and let out fits of laughter, his smile being very visible making you grin

miguel o'hara who had a shocked face when you told him you'd made a new and improved version of his serum, just for him, and feeling incredibly impressed with your skills in the lab

"You made this-"

"Well I had some help from lyla with a few components but i've worked in a lab before and put together a list then made it to help you out a bit." you said with a small smile and held the vial up to him, not precisely saying it was for the slight anger issues he's been having lately

he looked at it, dumbfounded at the nice act but then he took it gently from your hands and smiled, "thank you... I appreciate it." he said and felt his heart race as you gave him a smile back

miguel o'hara who couldn't help but ask lyla to help him make a new suit for you (that was like his), which made her tease him for the entire duration of the conversation. she left him a flustered and stuttering mess, saying he just wanted to return the nice favor.

lyla popped up next to his face and narrowed her eyes at him making him grumble, "you're delusional."

lyla just responded with a sassy "sureeeee."

"Just help me with this-" he groaned and rolled his eyes

"And don't tell anybody about this!" he said quickly and she mocks him before disappearing out of thin air

miguel o'hara who couldn't help his heart from nearly exploding out of his chest after seeing your reaction to your new suit

you gasped and your eyes had widened at the new suit, almost identical design as your old one, same colors and everything but it just looked so much better. "Miguel-"

you stop and walk up to it and feel the sleeve softly, almost afraid you'd break something so pretty. "I- uh- wanted to thank you. for the serum." he said standing off to the side, feeling his heart race yet again

"you didn't have to-"

"I wanted to." he cuts in and you look to the side and look up at him.

"thank you." you say looking into his eyes as you walk up wrapping your arms behind his neck, giving him a hug

he nearly froze but then once he felt your head pressed against his chest he couldn't help but hug you back. "it's no problem." he whispered shakily, as he gently wraps his arms around your small figure

miguel o'hara who was beginning to be in denial about his feelings and wanted to talk about it with someone but not wanting it to get back to you

"I just- every time I see her- no- every time she's near-" he tried to say and just sighs, sinking into the couch shaking his head in disbelief

"God I didn't think I'd feel this way towards her-" he says and lets out another sigh

he heard little giggles and felt some weight on his head, "you're probably suggesting I let her know huh?" he says as mayday climbs down from his head and onto his shoulder then plops down onto his lap

she looks up at him with a toothy grin and points to him and lets out more giggles. "yeah I probably should." he whispers and holds out his hand to her which she gladly takes and begins twiddling with his fingers

miguel o'hara who nearly slipped up when ranting to himself not knowing you walked in

"le debo de decir- no- no... it'd ruin everything-" he muttered and shook his head, unknowing that you just walked in (I should tell her)

you furrow your brows as you walk closer to his platform, wanting to hear what he was going on about. "I just can't help it-"

"help what?" you butted it and he felt his heart sink and instantly cleared his throat

"nothing don't worry about it.”

"But-"

"I said don't worry about it." he says sternly, almost sounding mad which made you jump a bit considering he's never shown you any type of hostility or raised his voice at you

"I'm sorry- I just- don't worry about it." he apologizes calmly, not meaning to startle you

you gulp and nod, sitting up on his desk and looking up at him. "You alright?"

"Y-yeah- yeah I will be don't worry." he whispers and you nod, wanting to believe him

miguel o'hara who was losing his mind and unable to get you out of his head, the younger spiders instantly noticing there was something up in his behavior

"you sure you're good?" gwen asked looking at miguel suspiciously

"yes I'm fine-"

"then how come you have googly eyes whenever you're near y/n?" hobie cuts in with a smirk on his face as miguel's eyes widen

"Ah and 'ere's all the confirmation." hobie teased making miguel groan

"don't say a word." he threatens looking at them both

"alright big man we won't." hobie says giving him a wink while gwen just laughs

miguel o'hara who really couldn't keep it together anymore and his mind was going to other places

he really didn't know when his brain made a switch to thinking of taking you out on a first date and giving you flowers or even helping you catch an anomaly one day to just thinking of him slamming into you while you were underneath him whimpering for him

how badly he wanted to slip inside you and see the face you'd make once you felt him in your entrance, and also the face you'd make when he slowly slipped inside you, knowing full well you'd be tight

he couldn't help thinking of the sweet noises that'd leave your mouth or how he'd leave you breathless and tired or even how much of a cockdrunk girl he'd leave you, knowing he'd have you begging for more

miguel o'hara who now began to lock his office door to not have you accidentally stumble upon him stroking himself

he groaned and laid his head back against the couch as he stroked himself with both hands, precum dripping down his shaft, as he imagined it were your hands stroking his cock for him

he let out a handful of moans as he thrusted into his hands, feeling his orgasm approach just when he was getting an incoming call from his watch

he bite his lip and his eyes widen as he saw it was you. he hesitantly answered and gulped down a moan, "h-hey- what's up?" he breaths out, the grip on his cock being a bit tighter as he slowed down his pace not wanting you to hear

"hey I wanted to drop off a report but saw you have your door locked-"

"oh- uh yeah-" he says and bites his lips to hide a moan as he continued stroking himself, your voice helping him out a lot

"I- just leave it ou- outside the door for me please-" he said breathless and closes his eyes, feeling sweat beads form on his forehead

"alright sounds good! I'll catch ya later Miguelito." you say, oh so sweetly and hang up

he let out a loud groan and bucked his hips up, his cum shooting up to his stomach and legs. he sat there shaking his head, shocked he came just from hearing that nickname from you

miguel o'hara who was coming up with a plan with unexpected company to help him reveal his true feelings for you

"Hold on you want us to convince y/n that we're pranking you, but really it's a prank on her?" gwen repeats and he nods

"Alright say less." miles says and sets out a fake evil laugh

"You guys are gonna do this my way-"

"Yeah yeah just tell us what we need to do" gwen says and leans in as miguel quickly begins to explain his master plan

[baka-bakeneko]

Rojo Carnal - Miguel O'Hara x Reader [NSFW]

tags: intimacy, fantasy thoughts, grinding, spanglish terms of endearment, sexual frustration, obsession, Miguel-canon aggression, missionary sex, biting, slight aftercare

word count: 6.3k

synopsis: You and Miguel have gone on two dates. You know what that means? A third date.

a/n: barking snarling, i need this man to speak actual garbage to me because i am nothing but trash for him (don't tell Riv)

"A date," Miguel murmured into the mirror before him. He tucked his grey button-up shirt into his dark blue jeans then slicked both hands through his hair.

Your third date to be exact. This final time, Miguel had reached out to you, asked if you wanted to have drinks and dinner again. You suggested dinner and dancing.

And who was Miguel but to oblige. He thought of what you'd wear out this time. The last two times you both went out, he'd been unable to take his mind off your outfits.

On your first date out to lunch, you wore a fuzzy baby blue sweater and matching sneakers. Your light wash jeans were practically painted on and when you bent forward to grab your napkin from the patio ground, Miguel acknowledged the strip of skin revealed between your sweater and the back of your pants.

On your second date to get ice cream and see a movie, Miguel's mouth watered at the slip camisole you wore under a dark red cardigan. The high-waisted pants were tucked under your bulky white socks that complimented your white sneakers.

When you opened your mouth to take a large swipe at the side of your melting ice cream and it dripped onto your breast, Miguel bit his own tongue and kept your gaze.

He kept your eyes even as the cream trailed into your cleavage before you finally noticed and giggled, embarrassed. He'd quickly grabbed a handful of napkins and offered them to you.

Now, Miguel thought, if he saw anymore of your skin he'd pounce. The longevity was enough, the imagination of every curve you kept secret under your clothes. He'd imagined how your legs would look tangled in his sheets, how your thighs would open for him on his couch.

Miguel hissed, adjusting himself in his jeans before the mirror. He had to be good, he'd managed to not scare you off before this.

And it wasn't the sex he was most interested in; Miguel craved the intimacy of someone so close to him. Every goodnight kiss you gave was another dose to his system, hanging on your every word and movement.

His eyes devoured you when you moved so minutely, his nostrils sucking up every spare trace of your scent. Miguel was infatuated with you, and tonight would be another step to being so deeply embedded in you.

He patted his pockets, made sure he had all he needed before swinging by to pick you up. In the corner of his eye, Miguel noticed his watch slipping from under his sleeve and quickly tucked it back on his forearm then reached for the front door and left.

-

He sat in front of your apartment building, windows rolled down on his royal blue muscle car. A car he'd had a strong urge to wax down on a weekly basis now.

The body of the car gleamed on its edges, the racing stripe on the sides a scarlet red. As close to his suit as possible, but he'd never tell you that.

No, he wanted to keep you as far from that part of his life as possible. And he would. By any means necessary. For your protection, of course.

You were running late. Miguel prompted he'd pick you up at seven, but here it was 7:05 as you were tying on your heels and fumbling out of the front door of your apartment.

You managed to grab your keys and phone, slip them into your chain purse and shut the door firmly behind you.

Miguel leaned forward to look out of the passenger window, watching as you came down the front steps of the apartment. He climbed out of his seat and rounded the front, pulling the passenger door open as you walked up to him.

"Hello stranger," you began, pulling the strap of your purse up to your shoulder.

You held your arms out to wrap around Miguel's neck, let him envelop your waist almost twice-fold with the length of his arms. You trilled nervously as the man lifted you off of your feet, almost pitting you up to his stomach.

"Mi amor," Miguel responded gruffly, his molten brown eyes boring into you before drifting to your lips suddenly.

They were a bitten type of pink, glossy and full. You leaned in with his hold on you and caught his mouth in a full kiss, one that teased a slip of your tongue beyond his lips.

O'Hara groaned lowly into your mouth, opening his to allow you to lick the soft insides of him. He slowly let you back on your feet, his hands going for your jaw to hold you close while he made the effort to kiss you back.

Your hands drifted from his neck to the front of Miguel's chest, feeling at the hem of his button-up and acknowledging the lack of buttons all the way to his sternum.

Your fingertips teased at his chest, feeling the hard lines of his pectorals before finding his waist and bracing your hands against his front.

He was reluctant to pull away from you but did so anyways, swallowing the sweet remnants of your lip gloss as you stood, flushed, before him.

You reached to swipe at your bottom lip, acknowledging the soft tingle Miguel's suction gave to them. In your awe, Miguel took the silent moment to take in your outfit.

He was going to die tonight if he this wasn't the outfit that decorated his floor tonight, the clear stilettos that strapped around your ankles and the thigh-length, high-slit silver dress that draped over your body like a napkin.

The heavy dip between your breasts that let Miguel know there was no bra in this equation; the double slits up the sides that revealed the naked skin of your thighs which meant there were no panties to wet either.

Inside, Miguel's heart was aggressively pounding, almost aching to be let free, to run all the thoughts that he was suppressing while keeping your eye contact.

The instant thought of snapping the spaghetti straps on your shoulders with his claws and watching the dress fall away like the curtains of a Broadway opening night was at the forefront.

This was not dancing attire. This was eating-out attire, splaying your legs apart like unwrapping a present they were wrapped up to be.

Your heart raced by Miguel's intense stare on you, his molten eyes never moving from yours while his chest rose and fell in heavy billows of air.

His hands found his hips, wading them over your hands placed before his waist. "Are you ready?"

You snapped to his full attention.

Right, you remembered with blinking at him. Dinner and dancing.

There was no way you'd be able to focus on dinner when you wanted to be as close to Miguel as possible. Your stomach tightened at the thought of food in an instance like this, knowing that you'd waste anything in front of you because your mouth was watering for this man.

"Let's go dancing first," you offered, leaning into him with a grin. You hoped to sway this man to your whim, if only for tonight because your body and mind were buzzing.

Miguel stared down his nose at you, not allowing his emotion to play on his face. He blinked slowly at you, staring at your freshly-kissed lips and down the front of your dress to see even more of you without undressing you.

He cleared his throat, dramatically rolled his eyes. "Ahh, cariño mia..."

"Please?" you asked sweetly, your hands taking hold of his. You threaded your fingers between his, clasped them up and out as you pouted your lips towards him. "We can eat after, Miguel."

He turned his gaze away, looking down the road to the city lights just beyond your apartment building. When you spoke his name, every time you did, his heart immediately switched and he was suddenly at your beck and call.

He sucked on his teeth, cut back to look at you then down. "Fine. Let's go, huh?"

You bounced excitedly just before him, releasing his hands to take grip of his jaw and kiss his cheek. "You're the best."

"I know," Miguel agreed, holding your door as he took your hand and helped you into the car. "Watch your step."

You carefully stepped off the curb and into the car with a bend to sit down. Miguel kept his eyes honed on your purse then, ignoring how your legs parted in your effort to sit and how your knees immediately welded together when you were sat.

He carefully shut the door after you, leaning in to kiss you again. You caught his lips with a deep hum, allowing him to tilt your head back as his hand grazed up to brace your nape.

Miguel parted from you with a low exhale, staring deeply into you before letting you go and rounding the front of the car. You tightened your fists in your lap, tugging the hem of your dress down to think of anything else.

-

Miguel held his hand out for you to take after parking his car. You waded your dress down as you turned your legs out of the car and slowly stood up.

"I never said," Miguel began, shutting the door of his car firmly behind you. "but you look absolutely luminosa."

"Thank you, Miguel," you beamed, standing fully before him. "You don't look half-bad yourself."

It was too light for how you actually felt. The thought of tearing his perfectly taut shirt open and lapping at his rippling chest flashed your mind every time you stared at his bare stomach.

"Ahh," Miguel scoffed, turning away with another playful smack of his teeth. "You flatter me."

He held his bent arm out for you to take; you curled your arm through his and followed him to the front of the club. He puffed his chest proudly as he led you through the parking lot and to the front doors of the dance club.

The music bled through the windows and into the streets; the bass rattled the glasses, the tiles of the floor as the bouncer posted at the front door gave a side-eye to Miguel before waving for the two of you to enter.

As soon as you stepped past the threshold, you felt the music take its hold. The entrancing rhythm hooked deep into your hips and you began stepping lightly in the direction of the main floor.

Miguel followed closely after you, his nose wrinkling in amusement as you became a different version of yourself in the music. The song cross-faded from a light hip-hop to a bumpy reggae.

The two of you stood before the large vast of the room, the groups huddled along walls while the air was palpable with music and sweat. This was almost ravenous. The lights were turned off overhead and replaced with multicolored disco lights, red and blue LEDs hung in the corners of the room.

You parted from Miguel to get a feel of the sound as it rushed through your body, zipping over your skin like the most intoxicating touch. Then Miguel's hands were on your hips, replacing that feeling ten-fold and making you roll your eyes.

Miguel was stiff behind you, his hands placed carefully at your hips before stepping closer. You raised your hands over your head, draped your arms over Miguel's shoulders as you stepped timidly into the music.

Every step you took, your hips followed. Step, dip, sway. Step, dip, sway. Miguel's hands tracked the miniscule movements of your body under his hold, his feet carefully following your lead on the already slick dance floor.

You glanced back at him, backing yourself into Miguel until his body was singularly plastered behind yours.

Miguel swallowed hard at you pressed into him, hoping to keep his touch appropriate while his cock was threatening to slot up your skirt.

"And here I thought I'd be begging you to dance," you breathed out, the room making each exhale a deep pant.

The humidity solidified the room, making the music change close to slippery as the reggae changed into a bass-heavy samba. You leaned your head back to Miguel's shoulder, already losing your breath as your hips began shifting up and down against your date's waist.

Miguel gulped softly, staring down at you now dance-writhing on him. He acknowledged your hips shifting, slowly grinding on him as his hands became numb from the constant movement under them.

His eyes lowered to half-mast, no longer thinking of anything else but you. He was being actively seduced and whipped by you, by the soft noises that escaped your now-sticky pink lips.

"Mi amor, I have something to ask you," he began, withholding his own pants as he leaned into you.

He wanted to be all over you in this instant, feeling your dress wading up your thighs while his hands fought to keep the fabric down. Miguel wanted to be pulled into you, melted with you and mixed through this heat until you two came out a sweaty, congealed amalgamation.

"Yeah baby?" You offered, flicking your eyes up to meet Miguel's soft brown eyes, now melting and honey-kissed.

His voice caught instantly in his throat, his chest tightening at your words. How they fell from your lips so needily, so hungry.

Miguel felt his fangs sharpen instantly in his mouth, stabbing into his tongue while he pondered how to phrase the questions battering his mind.

His eyes trailed down the length of your neck to the delectable curve of your dress between your breasts and further to the short length of your skirt. He instantly wanted to curl his arms around you and stow you away from public eyes, keep you to himself and mark you just the same.

"I...I..." Miguel tried to speak, but the air began to bead into his throat.

He turned his head to the ceiling, staring at the slow turning fan in the center of the room. "Corazon, no no puedo," Miguel muttered under his breath.

Your brows knitted together as you stood upright and turned around in Miguel's hold. You leaned in and offered a tentative kiss to his neck, the thought having weighed on you since your first date.

Your mouth turned to line his throat, kissing at his skin again before tempting your tongue out to him. Miguel rolled his eyes at the sensation, your hands now placed at his chest and the nape of his neck.

He righted himself to look down at you, into your now ravenous eyes and readied himself to kiss you again. This time, he'd let you pull away, because if you didn't, then he'd envelop you whole.

Miguel rested his forehead to yours, pulling you back from kissing at his skin. You panted against his lips, your crossed eyes glaring into him.

You slowly shut your eyes as your breathing picked up, angling up on your heels to kiss him yet again. You'd devour him if he let you, you'd kiss and nibble and lick until you reduced him to your own little hard candy.

"Do you...want to get out of here?" You offered against his mouth, pulling away an inch.

Miguel shared your hot breath in his, tasting your lip gloss yet again. He nodded softly, not parting from you as his arms crossed tightly around your waist.

Of course he wanted to leave with you, but he didn't want to move away from you now.

"Un momento," he whispered against your lips, swaying you slower in the rhythm of the music.

You nodded meekly at him, following his sway. Even though you'd be with him for the rest of the night, there was something so tangible about this moment, how melded you two felt in the rising heat of the room.

When Miguel leaned in to kiss you a final time before leaving, his wrist buzzed. His eyes flashed open in an instant, a seep of crimson rage surging through his vision as he looked down at his watch on his wrist.

You were too enveloped with Miguel to notice, only realized a difference in his demeanor by the furrow of his brow and the pull away.

You opened your eyes to Miguel now staring angrily at his watch, pulling back his sleeve to glare at the screen.

"Miguel? Everything okay?" You asked, following the man as he backed off of the dance floor.

Miguel's focus broke from you, now fervently staring at the screen as a new canon event emerged and its divergence.

"No, no, no." Miguel quickly backtracked, holding his hands out to reassure you. "Everything's fine, cariño. I-I have an emergency I have to get to though. I can drop you off."

Instant cold shower on the moment. Miguel felt the ice run through his veins after uttering it. He saw the slow disappointment war on your face, the curve of your brows as you weighed the selfish thought of keeping Miguel to yourself.

"S-sure," you muttered, adjusting your purse on your shoulder.

Miguel wanted to know all that it would take to make this up to you, how much begging and bending to your whim he'd forfeit himself to just for you to let him in your apartment.

"Okay, okay. I'm so sorry," Miguel offered as he led the way out of the dance club. "Stay here, stay right here, I'll bring the car around."

You nodded softly, dragged your now aching feet out of the club to wait on the corner. And here you wasted your best dress and shoes just to be driven home before the night even started.

Miguel hit at the steering wheel as he geared his car into reverse. The ramp up of the night was now tangling in his bunched shoulders, the sweat he gained from the dance club itself now itching into him with ice.

"Lyla, maldito, what is it, what's up?" He asked impatiently, putting his foot onto the pedal and peeling out of the parking spot.

"Well hello to you too, Romeo. How's your night going?" Lyla laid her cool demeanor on thick, only riling Miguel's shoulders further.

"Lyla!" He snapped lowly, gearing the stick into first and managing the top speed to pick you up.

"Jeez, fine, bad timing. We have a split incoming and I know you want to be there." She explained through the watch.

"Yeah, not really," Miguel muttered as he pulled up to the curb before you. "Gotta go. Send me the details a-sap."

He leaned over to push your door open and watched as you climbed in carefully, tossing your now-ditched heels onto his clean floor.

Miguel sighed deeply at the sight of you, now sweated-out of your styled hair and your lips dry from kissing. He wanted to carry you upstairs to avoid you walking on your heels, letting them be the last things you wore before he bedded you.

Now though, he was disappointed with this night.

"Tesoro, I'm sorry. Please forgive me." Miguel reached a hand out to carefully caress your cheek. His thumb reached out to smush your lips together, drag your bottom lip down as a stray whimper escaped his throat.

"It's okay, baby," you offered from behind your smashed lips. "I understand your emergency."

Miguel hid a soft snarl, his fang pinching into the tip of his tongue. He wished you truly understood but for now, he'd leave you in the dark.

-

You managed to kiss Miguel one final time before he peeled away from the curb in front of your apartment. Your heels in hand, you adjusted your purse on your shoulder with a sigh and fished your keys out.

You walked carefully up the stairs to your apartment door, forcing your key in the lock and pushing the door open. Once inside, you dropped your heels to the floor and forced the door shut behind you.

Your coagulated belly was now thickening, the thought of such a frustrating third date weighing deep in the pit of you. You groaned, turning into the bathroom to wash your face. You'd take a shower in the morning...right now, you still smelled of Miguel and that was more than you had at the end of the night.

Trudging to your kitchen, you popped open the fridge to find a beer. Beer you bought specifically for Miguel. Hiding a roll of your eyes, you popped the cap and slammed the fridge shut with your hip as you took a deep swig.

The thoughts of the night continued to play on your mind, how close Miguel was in those last few moments. The butterflies that emerged and tickled under your skin by his touch.

You hummed dreamily and plopped down on the couch, pulling your feet up and draping your legs carelessly.

"Wish Miguel could see this," you uttered to yourself lowly, admiring the way your dress laid just below your hips now.

You exhaled and arched your back to get comfortable, willfully ignoring the wet between your legs. You guessed this was the best solution of the night, only because you'd bought a new set of silk pajamas just for Miguel and there was no way you'd have been able to wear it under this.

Still, it was a cute dress though. If Miguel was privy to the idea, you'd have let him take a video of you grinding on him. You reached for your phone in your purse, clicking it on to take a few pictures of your outfit.

A few wild selfies, a few pictures where you slowly peeled your dress from your chest and finally a video of you pulling up your dress to your squeezed-together thighs.

You chewed at your pinkie nail, wondering when would be an appropriate time to send them to Miguel. If his emergency was that urgent, he would probably be busy for the rest of the night.

But you still wanted him to come over when he was done, as long as it was soon.

'When your emergency's over...I'll be waiting', you wrote as a text message to Miguel, sending the video of you flashing under your dress.

Miguel bit at his knuckles while free climbing the side of the building. He'd taken a moment to look at his phone, already in his worst mood, and was lightened by what you sent him.

He was that close. He rutted against the brick, let the fabric of his suit catch onto the rough texture and rub a little friction over his cock.

"Fu-u-uck," Miguel drew out in a low breath, squeezing his eyes shut as he softly pounded his forehead to the brick. "Quiero follarte tanto, oye."

He was going to chew off his tongue if he didn't get home to you tonight.

"Do you know..." Miguel growled, sliding his phone back into his suit pocket, "what I'm missing dealing with you right now? Hijo de puta madre eres el idiota mas inutil y pendejo!"

You finished off your beer after no response from Miguel and climbed off of the couch, tossed your bottle in the kitchen trash then went to your room to change into your red silk pajama camisole and matching shorts with black lace trim.

Climbing into bed, you plugged in your phone and sent a final text to Miguel.

'If you're trying to come over, make sure you come through the window ;P front door's locked' you teased, half hoping for an immediate response from him.

Miguel snarled from under his mask, feeling his phone vibrate on his thigh as he chased further up the building after the anomaly wrecking havoc in a town he didn't even know existed.

You looked back at the front door and wondered if you should've left the front door unlocked for him, or if you left your key under the mat for him to enter when he was done.

But he was probably really busy with his emergency. So you'd have to talk to him in the morning.

-

Miguel stood before the portal as it opened right before your apartment building. He'd carelessly swiped the blood from his cheek and changed back into his date night attire, catching his breath as he stared up at the building on the opposite side of the portal.

He stepped through and retrieved his phone from his pocket, finally stopping to admire the full tease you gave him in video form. He rolled his eyes dramatically, dropping his shoulder as he circled around himself.

He had to at least try, right? Miguel was going to try going up to your apartment. Except he didn't know which one was yours. This would be the night he learned that.

Miguel looked around the desolate street, hoping no one noticed him emerging from the portal and the next thing he was about to do. He approached the wall of your apartment complex, pushing his sleeves up over his elbows before producing his claws and digging them into the brick and mortar.

He pulled himself up onto the wall, clawing hungrily at the wall to climb further up. Each floor he passed, he glanced into the balcony window, hoping to find you. By the third floor, he was heaving softly, peering in to finally catch your window.

You'd fallen asleep curled halfway in your comforter, the moonlight from your window streaking over your thick thigh. The more he stared, Miguel noted the soft lace rested on your skin, the cut of your shorts giving more skin than coverage.

He groaned outwardly at the sight of you, curled up and sleeping soundly. Jumping onto the balcony, Miguel reached for the screen door and was surprised by its easy slide open.

He stopped at the foot of your bed, raking his starved eyes over your body. Miguel tore his shirt away from his body, dropping it to the floor then kicked off his shoes and grabbed his belt before dropping it behind him.

He rested a knee on the edge of your bed, acknowledged the soft creak it gave in return. You stirred softly, rolling over with a low sigh.

Miguel took that opportunity to crawl up behind you, draping his arm over your waist. He tenderly pulled you into him, slotting your ass just against the waist of his pants.

He slowly folded his arm under your pillow, bowing his head to inhale your hair through his nose. This was what he wanted, first and foremost. To hold you so close, to listen while you breathed softly and cooed in your sleep. The intimacy.

The warmth.

Miguel's eyes threatened to close at the thought, ready to drift off to sleep with you since you weren't even bothered by his presence.

Until you shifted softly in your sleep, a dormant moan escaping your lips as your thin shorts caught against Miguel's jeans and you felt his bulge pulse against your pussy.

Miguel looked down at you, feeling your sleeping form squirm into him with whatever thoughts drove your dreams. He curled his arm further, placing his large hand between your thighs as his fingers sifted slowly up; his thumb dully pressed at the seam of your shorts.

You released a tired pitch, your eyes pinching shut before waking with a soft gasp. You glanced over your shoulder and up to see Miguel curled up behind you.

Your hands reached out and felt his arm curled around you, his hand sandwiched between your thighs.

"Cariña," he soothed lowly, his voice holding a distinct edge.

Your mind, softened with sleep, began to wonder how Miguel got in. The third floor of your apartment complex was a daunting feat and you swore you didn't leave a key for him at the front door.

Still, you tilted your head back at him. Craning your neck you met his lips in a languid kiss. You hummed into his mouth, feeling his body heavy behind yours.

Miguel's touch was tentative, careful, as he raked his fingers from between your thighs and up the front of your body. His fingers stopped at the waistline of your shorts before they wiggled back down, caressing your mound before finding your clit.

Your pitched into Miguel's mouth, instantly rutting into his waist. He offered a low whimper in return, pushing back into you to let you know what he wanted.

What his body craved in this instant. The color of red looked delectable on you, he wished to suck it clean off of you. Miguel pulled away with a dry huff, dropping his lips to the meet of your neck and shoulder as his hand dipped further between your hips.

Touching your wet pussy made a growl rev in his throat. All this workup, remembering the sweat that dewed over you earlier and the number you wore out.

"I wish you'd have kept that dress on," he whispered, teasingly swirling two fingers just before your entrance. "I'd have gladly ditched dinner for that meal."

You whined against him then, burrowing your head under his in this precarious position. As Miguel's fingers teased further, you reached back to massage the hardened length tucked tightly in his pants.

"You've wanted me that soon? Before the dancing?" You asked, almost dumbfounded that this man was actually attracted to you.

"Before I even asked you out, cariña. Those jeans, joder, I was putty before you spoke my name."

Miguel's forearm pulled your further into him, hoping you two would meld into one.

"Miguel," you exhaled deeply, tilting your shoulder into his to meet his eyes. "I want you now and then and everyday after."

He stared down at your face in the milky darkness of the moon and rested his forehead to yours; his fingers slowly sank into you and your mouth fell open, your eyes shutting with a low breath of noise.

You turned onto your back, your legs instantly prying open at Miguel's fingers pressed deep into you. Your hand reached out for his wrist, keeping him there as he shifted up on his side.

"Everyday after?" Miguel asked genuinely, pecking your neck with his soft lips before traveling down to your collarbone.

You nodded, sitting up slightly as he skirted down your body with a deep inhale. "As long as you want me."

Miguel grinned darkly at your admission, pulling his fingers back before slowly pumping them regularly. Your body writhed at the sensation, the low rumbling warmth of his fingers slipping in and out of you, touching at your sensitive walls.

"Everyday and night. I won't stop until you tell me to." Miguel lined himself over your body, sliding his fingers out of you before putting them up to his mouth.

He selfishly lapped at his wet fingers, savoring your juices before reaching to peel your shorts down. You reached out to touch at his thick chest, admire his broad shoulders then further to his tapered waist.

You raised a knee to his hip as your fingers pet just under his pants then dove to take grip of his cock. You hid a gulp at feeling him, thick and thrumming, almost fighting behind his zipper.

Your hands tugged at the waist of his pants and freed his cock, allowing you to stroke him fully. Miguel bowed his head at the feeling of your hand on him, his shoulders shuddering at the languid strokes to his cock.

You leaned into his view, catching his lips hungrily while you continued to pump your hand. He was hot in your touch, the veins of him twitching under the skin.

Miguel followed your lead with your mouth, smacking and leaning back down as your hand guided his cock between your hips. You heaved eagerly in his face, feeling his tip graze your clit.

You lined his cock down between your lips and back up to your entrance as Miguel's face pinched suddenly.

"H-Hold on," he tried, only to be silenced by your lips again.

"It's okay," you cooed into his mouth, meeting his melted brown eyes. "We'll go slow."

At that, Miguel angled his hips in your lead and sank his tip into you. You dropped your head back slightly with a whimper, your free hand going to his neck to keep his eyes.

You spread your legs further, allowed Miguel to sink an inch further; your body broke into a new sweat, his cock paving its way into you.

"Cariña?" Miguel questioned gently. "Are you..."

You nodded eagerly, pressing your forehead to his again. "Keep going..."

Miguel felt the bundle of his shoulders slowly release at plunging into you. You were everything he imagined you to be, so warm and intoxicating, soft and delicious.

Not delicate, but he wouldn't move too fast with you. He wanted to savor all of this with you. He exhaled openly in your face, the scent of his breath somehow sweet.

Miguel stretched his arms out and caught your hands, raising them over your head as he flattened his stomach to yours. He stretched himself out over you, touching your skin to all of him and driving a low moan out.

He felt your pert nipples against his chest, the softness of you so malleable and inviting.

When he finally sank his full length in you, you tilted your head up to groan out. Miguel's cock filled you, molded your walls around him with soft cants of his hips to start a rhythm.

"Dios mio," Miguel muttered just against your ear, his voice now hoarse and gasping.

He felt desperate for more of you, a new sense of reverence soaring through him and into his worship of your body.

His breathing picked up softly before your face, staring down at the cross mosaic he was piecing together. Your mouth fallen open, your beautiful lips new crescents taking on the moon's glow.

Your skin was streaked in the luminous glow, blue milk making a new meal of your body. Miguel was truly spoiled in this instance, moving slowly over you and earning the luxurious symphony of noises that escaped your throat.

You felt selfish in that moment, watching Miguel draped over you as his hips moved unhurriedly in and out of you. The sweat began to accumulate between you, the slick of his skin driving new pants out of you.

"You feel..." you swallowed to coat your throat with new moisture. "amazing."

Miguel chuckled dryly, leaning in to kiss the corner of your lips. "That's what I was going to say."

You smiled blissfully just as Miguel's cock hit at your g-spot again. He'd been ringing right there for a minute, but this time it felt renewed.

"Fuck," you mewed, licking at his mouth. "Just like that."

Miguel's brows knitted together, nodding along with you. "Yeah, like that?"

You raised your knees to his waist, riding his thrusts into you. He dropped his head down to your neck, lined his tongue along your throat before finding the softest part of your neck.

He had to, there was no other way for him to show how badly he needed you. To show how utterly desperate and devoted he was to keep you.

Miguel slowly parted his lips and produced his fangs, the pearlescent spears shining in the moonlight; he prepared your skin with a deep suck, readying a light hickey before replacing his teeth over.

You cried out, your hands clenching harder at Miguel's as his teeth sank into your flesh and muscle. The surprise, combined with Miguel's lush strokes, culminated together and you tightened your knees on his waist.

You came instantly, following Miguel's pumps while he gulped at your skin. The stars seeped into your vision, Miguel's cock raking through your walls and driving out more pleasure.

Miguel whimpered just against your skin upon your walls tightening around him. He slowed his thrusts to wait out your orgasm, but found himself edging until he unclamped from your neck.

He carelessly pulled out of you, gasping at hastily avoiding cumming in you. Miguel took his hands back, one hand bracing his hair as the other held at his twitching cock. You writhed in his wake, your knees shuddering at his sides.

You stared at the man knelt before you, catching your breath while he held his cock lightly. You reached for your pajama top and peeled it off of your sweaty body, tossing it aside before draping your arms over your head.

"You can come on me," you whispered, swallowing in more air.

Miguel tilted his head at you, following your direction and using your body to finally cum. He braced a hand next to your waist, clenching hard at your sheets as he streaked hot ropes of cum over your stomach.

They were thick over your skin, the touch cooling against you. Miguel ran a hand through his hair and leaned forward to kiss you, then stood up off of the bed to grab a towel for you.

He walked to the kitchen and produced a kitchen towel for you; Miguel knelt back onto the bed and wiped his cum off of your stomach.

"I'm sorry, mi amor," Miguel frowned, leaning in to peck your forehead. "I guess I got carried away."

He stood up to walk away again but you grabbed his wrist.

"Miguel," you began, pulling him back into bed. "Stop, it's okay. Just...come back to bed."

He stared down at you, completely kissed in the wake of the moon. Miguel dropped the towel to the floor and carefully climbed back into bed beside you.

You curled into him magnetically, draping your arms around him as your legs tangled between his.

Miguel wrapped his arms around your small shoulders, his hand finding the back of your head to hold you against his chest. He tucked his chin over your head and inhaled deeply, once again lulled to sleep by your presence.

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gahhhleee, how many fucking words is that? my fingies hurt. also miguel miguel miguel miguel miguel miguel

y'all know me, i love myself a dorito shaped brown man

i dunno if i'll write more miguel, i guess we'll have to see how well this one does. anyways....

[comelylust]

NSFW Alphabet -Miguel Rojo

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

It will depend on the type of sex you had if it was while you were both drunk, he will probably lie down next to you and start bothering to be hungry, He'll get up to the kitchen and prepare you food and something for your hangover 

If they are sober, he is not very talkative after sex, he will only ask if you are ok but he is a person who will fall asleep immediately, naked and probably without a blanket.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite part, probably his hands  good for hitting.

About his partner  would say that her breasts, loves to play with them and more with your nipples, can not help but make fun of you doing that. 

Something more innocent? his neck/shoulders, he likes to rest his head on your shoulders,when he gets naughty he likes to bite you

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Miguel's semen is normal, not so watery or thick, but it cums a lot.

He doesn't care about the pregnancy issue.

 So he hates using condoms, the sensation of latex makes him uncomfortable, (this only applies to his formal partner) he prefers to cum inside you and you drive him crazy when you beg him to do so.

He also has a guilty taste for cuming on your face (facial)

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

When you get angry with him and scold him, he thinks you look too hot playing the dominant role, he controls himself quite well but still doesn't avoid thinking about fucking you at that very moment.

Another secret is when he sees you fighting  he turns it on pretty fast.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Quite experienced in spite of this he never had a stable and lasting relationship until he met you, he knows what he is doing and uses it to his advantage, as you are the only person he really loves in the beginning he will be slow and gentle going towards vanilla.  After that, be prepared that you'll need a wheelchair

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

The classic doggystyle? Yeah, but! With variation to downward dog: he likes to carry you from behind, pull your hair and bend your arm over your back at first you find it strange because of the variation he makes, but the more he pushes you forget about it.        

Cowgirl, despite being a dominant man, does not mind using this position because it is easier to penetrate to the depths of your being, instead if he like it does not mean that he will always use, it depends on his  mood.

Any position that allows he to go deeper and hit your g-spot more easily, Anvil is perfect for this, when he it is about to cum he push your thighs to your chest giving him better access to your sweet spot.

 G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

If something funny or uncomfortable happens and he ignores it completely, he's too focused on doing something else to think about the embarrassing situation that just happened.

 H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

It grows naturally and will never be trimmed. It is as curly, dark and thick as him hair.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

He is romantic in his way and at first may become uncomfortable, remembering that he is not used to this new feeling. When he feels comfortable during sex, he will let out a few words of affection for you

"You're really beautiful" "I love the way you move" etc...

 J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He doesn't masturbate even if you have bothered him with some sexy gesture, he prefers to have you but if you did it when he's about to leave for work he will keep a dirty image of you in his mind to keep him animated and when he comes home, he can punish you for what you did to him.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

He's too kinky.

 choking: he's a fan of doing this when he's about to cum, obviously he'll do it carefully and safely so as not to kill you, but hard enough to make you breathless. He also enjoys spanking you and pulling your hair.

He can be a little sadistic about denying your an orgasm until you beg for it.

 L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Both of their homes are literally baptized because they can't wait to get to bed or because they really like to experience new places.

 M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Your flirtatious and insinuating smile, for him it's a pass to fuck you.

Putting on something nice that sticking out a favorite part of his body.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

No humiliation allowed, or anything else nasty.

Likes to mark you with hickeys or bites but does not like to hurt you.

 O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He prefers to receive over give, you can also be jocular with him just when he is about to cums, get it out of your mouth. and make fun of him. It's a risk you have to take.

P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

At first it is sensual and slow, but when it becomes confident it becomes fast, messy and rough.

This does not mean that it will stop being slow but it will be combined with hard pushing.

 Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Yeah, if you're really in need or you've been away too long, get a quickie.

He never turns down a quickie.

 R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He likes to take risks but will not say so openly, one of them can be sex in public, he is not afraid of being caught as it can scare anyone who dares to look too much.

Try new positions when it comes to sex, but don't experience something that can be really dangerous

He really likes to experiment.

 S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

He can go 2-3 rounds but it is difficult to give an estimate of how long each round may last, even if you only go for one round your wishes will be satisfied.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He doesn't know much about sex toys, nor does he find them interesting, he prefers to take care of your needs. But if you really want to turn him on, send him a video of you using some of your toys.

 U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He lives to annoy you and likes to hold back your orgasm to the point that you're crying about it. He likes you to beg whether you crave his touch or to fuck you senseless.

 V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He is very loud, he moans, pant and grunts especially cursing in their language quite loudly, he is also good, quite good at dirty talk so much that every time you remember him you will be embarrassed.

 W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Maybe he's had one-night stands with a bunch of girls, Miguel didn't have the perception of reality much less loving someone since his sister was taken from him. But now since he met you, sex and lovemaking are totally different things.

Before he only focused on draining his frustrations, now he totally focuses on you and your pleasure even though he  put his emotions into it.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Its length and circumference is slightly above average and it is a little curved, the skin of its penis is darker, the glans is a dark reddish tone, it has veins a little more marked than average.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

He has a fairly high sex drive, no self-control so he will always be sending you blatant hints to have sex.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

When he's done, he falls asleep right away without you doing anything, normally he sleeps on you crossing his legs with yours and one of his arms rests on your belly.

[multifanbol]

I REALLY NEED NEW MIGUEL X F!READER AND CLAUDIO X F!READER FANFIC ASAP HELP ME

[mikaelao28]

Para empezar por algo publicaré la sinopsis que da una idea de lo que planeo desarrollar en el primer y segundo capítulo. El crédito por el fanart de Miguel no me corresponde, su autoría es de Ethiobirds en Twitter. Espero puedan apoyarme con la historia y mencionarme si pueden. Conocer sus opiniones también me animaría bastante. Espero que lo disfruten.

El sabor del rojo

Miguel dragón x fem reader

SINÓPSIS

Tras siglos de conflicto entre los humanos y los dragones luego de que los segundos fueran exiliados de sus tierras mucho tiempo atrás, la guerra se había desatado en la frontera de Adnis e Ignis. Tú, la sexta princesa humana de Adnis, protegías junto con tus soldados la ciudad de Kaliz del asedio por parte de los dragones que invaden tu reino, es entonces que luchas incansablemente contra los soldados ignicianos hasta que te encuentras con Miguel O´Hara, también conocido como el emperador dragón y líder del sanguinario ejército rojo.

Pierdes la guerra, pero él te ha perdonado la vida y ha accedido a firmar un acuerdo de paz con el rey humano, tu padre. Durante la discusión por generar un pacto entre sus naciones, liberar a los prisioneros de guerra y cesar el conflicto, el rey decide ofrecer a su segunda hija como una muestra de buena fe en búsqueda de la paz, algo a lo que Miguel accede bajo otras condiciones:

“Su oferta me es sin duda tentadora y no me niego a liberar a mis prisioneros, pero espero me permita hacer una pequeña objeción al respecto”.

“¿Acaso no le complace la mano de mi hija?”, respondió tu padre con la voz algo tensa.

“Ella… Simplemente no es de mi agrado”. Imaginaste a tu hermana bufar ofendida ante el comentario, pero seguramente también estaría algo aliviada. “Tengo a alguien más en mente”. Te estaba mirando a ti. “Deseo la mano de aquella mujer que guió a sus tropas en la batalla y que no titubeó al enfrentarme. A la letal mujer que osó dirigirme su espada al cuello. Deseo la mano de la menor de todas”, exclamó con una voz sedienta sin apartar la mirada de ti ni un solo segundo, posando su mano sobre la barbilla con su dedo índice sobre sus labios tal vez para disimular su leve sonrisa.

[comelylust]

Workmates

That's right I deliver what I promise, Request through my discord, Anon asked for some Miguel with plot so I made a plot attempt haha. if you find spelling or grammatical errors sorry I do this from a tablet 👀read the warnings 👀.  

Warnings: Smut content, +18, street fights, mentions of alcoholic beverages.

 "Ugh I really can't stand it" You mention this to your boss with an irritation in your voice, pacing back and forth with both hands on your head "how the hell are you two friends?! it's so... agh"  

Seeing how frustrated you were all your boss did was scoff at it, he continues to clean the glasses and arrange them on the shelves in the back, he looked like he really didn't care that two of his workers don't get along as well as he would like.  

"You're just stressed, go take a break" Your boss laughed, gesturing towards the employee door where you already knew who was there, Miguel, chances are he was listening to everything, instead instead of embarrassing you your anger continued to rise.

"He's a nice guy, you're just not used to his temperament."  

He's right, you still don't know him well enough just a couple of months ago you moved to Spain for personal reasons, but let's say things were getting difficult and you decided to venture to a new destination in search of opportunities, at first you didn't know where you were going, you were coming and going without a previously planned route, this didn't bother you at all you felt better about yourself above all you felt free for the first time in your life.  

On one of your countless trips you heard a group of strangers talking about a certain wrestling tournament which caught your interest. You decided to join that event after they finished their talk, grabbed your stuff and headed to a new country.  

When you finally arrived in Spain the first thing you did was to look for a temporary job, difficult at first you didn't have the necessary documentation to back up your identity, yeah shit, it wasn't the best idea to leave with nothing but your passport.

You continued your search now in the slums of that country, hoping that someone would offer you help, instead the only thing they offered you was endless fights showing the wimps not to mess with you, earning you a little respect from the locals.  

"Strange" You thought "People usually loathe people like me".

It didn't take you long to figure out the reason why the inhabitants were so used to subjects of your ilk. Miguel Caballero Rojo, a subject without a shred of compassion when it came to street fights, was brutal and violent making his opponents regret it on the spot.

Going to where he always made his appearances you found on the way an old cantina: on the outside it was crumbling, but the old letters of the place were still visible. Entering with your best hard face you asked about that mysterious man, without receiving a clear answer, again you let out a disappointed sigh and a pout formed on your lips.

"Hey, don't be so sad" A middle aged man catches your attention offering you a drink which you cheerfully accept "You're not from here are you, cutie?" Your eyes widen like saucers when he found out you're just an outsider, without taking the drink away from your lips you nodded.  

"Well, I need a bartender so why don't you stay for a while while you wait for him" He offers the old rag along with the apron, you were in doubt, but you really needed this job, the opportunity to work and hit on a guy sounded exquisite without hesitating a second longer you made your decision.  

"Okay I accept, just for a while".  

"I'm Daniel by the way" The old man who is now your boss mentions it.

You worked in that bar for the next few weeks, you didn't do much, just make drinks and take out old creeps trying to be smart. Now the main issue, if you met Miguel, yes, he really looked violent, and yes he had hated you.

When he first walked into the bar he was fuming, his nostrils flared, his muscles tensed and the fingers on his hands were crusted with dried blood, in short he's pissed, to add more to the mix you lunged at him with incredible speed that even Miguel himself was taken by surprise.

"What the fuck" He exclaims as his head face down is resting on the dirty floor, you crossed his wrists and paralyzed him with a knee on his back "Get the fuck down, what's wrong with you".  

"It's nothing personal just that I liked the idea of defeating the best fighter in this neighborhood" You licked your lips forming a fuzzy smile of joy. Miguel tries to move, but you strengthen your grip, raising your hand now in the shape of a fist ready to punch him in the Spaniard's face, until someone interrupts you.

 🌒🌕🌘

 "Sorry Daniel" You fiddle with your fingers as the pout returns to your face along with a blush forming on your cheeks. "B-but you already knew what my plan was!"

"Plan?! What's going on Daniel, are you conspiring with this Chiquilla?" Miguel points at both of you accusingly, scratching the back of his neck furiously.

"Eeh, who are you calling a chiquilla, brat?"

"The only person who is behaving like a brat is you" The two begin a verbal sparring match with overly childish insults. Daniel for his part lets out a loud sigh catching both of their attention.

"You both are behaving like brats, Now Miguel she is the new Bartender she will work here for a while be nice" The last sentence was thrown remarking that she will behave "Same goes for you, Be nice he is your co-worker"

"Coworkers!? That if ever!" Both mention at the same time throwing each other murderous looks.

And here we are back where we left off at the beginning. Working with Miguel was annoying, he is always drunk, when he is lucid he gets in a bad mood and even starts fights for stupid reasons, the problem is when you have to interfere when things get too intense, this didn't bother you, you were annoyed by the idea of saving his ass.

Instead of thanking you he starts a useless fight questioning why you helped him and all the crap you decided for your and Daniel's mental health more than anything else for your boss it's better to ignore him.

But what happened?  

You were not a sports fan, much less a soccer fan, however since you arrived to this place the only thing that the bar TV broadcasts was soccer, getting used to it, you noticed that Miguel on special occasions wears a jersey of his favorite team, your lips curved into a cheshire smile at the prank you were going to do, your plan is only to support the opposing team for no apparent reason, this would annoy Miguel as a "revenge" for what he had put you through.

Tonight you put your new plan into practice, you borrowed a t-shirt from the opposing team that is playing tonight, you put it on by buttoning every button, oddly enough this shirt highlights your beautiful figure, accentuating your breasts and molding to your abdomen/torso, you hope no one notices this, but who the fuck cares, you look great.  

The bar is more crowded than it normally is, you complained about the smell it smelled too much like Cologne, alcohol and sweat hopefully your brain will adapt to it. You headed to your work station serving the drinks to their respective buyers. Until you saw him come in of course with his charming outfit, fuck, you have to admit the man is hot, his manly appearance and his well toned and thick muscles soaked with a light layer of sweat would make anyone drool, unfortunately this was his only virtue.

He gave you a small smile and of course foolishly you returned it, you shook your head forcibly bringing yourself back to reality and remembering the reason why you had decided to do this in the first place.  

"Are you kidding me?" he approaches you intimidating as always, the difference is this time his voice framed mockery as if he knew what you were trying to do.

"What are you talking about, I'm just working" you bite your inner cheek avoiding emitting a laugh, You poured him a pitcher of beer waiting for him to forget the topic of conversation.  

"Yeah right, I know what you're planning, cutie" He takes a long swig of the drink wiping the rest of it off with his arm "And it's not going to work" He winks at you you roll your eyes so much you're able to see your brain, it really is unbearable.

As the night continues, Miguel continues to make fun of you and how your "shitty" team is losing, the strange thing is that you ended up joining him, drinking the whole keg of beer answering his comments with sarcastic remarks.  

You were wrong to think that his only quality is being a handsome man when you noticed that his resistance to alcohol is quite high happened exactly with you, your resistance to alcohol was the best, however, the drinks were doing in you a kind of aphrodisiac turning you hotter as you kept talking to Miguel.

"How about...if we go to the back" your voice comes out smaller than you would have liked you play again with your fingers waiting for an answer, instead he didn't give you one he just grabbed your bicep with his hand and dragged you to the employee only room.  

Before partially closing the door, his free hand wrapped around your jaw pulling you closer to him in a hot kiss, intertwining their tongues licking every part he could, he pushed you into the room closing the door behind you. He connected his lips this time on your neck leaving you with purple and bite marks.

 He held your wrists guiding you to the lounge chair obediently sitting there, still kissing you enjoying your taste despite the bad beer you had chosen.  

"Apparently you're not a rough girl anymore" Separating slightly so he could speak.  

"H-hush don't ruin the moment" You turned into a red, stuttering mess, all Miguel did is smile at you and get up from the seat, your mind raced hoping he wouldn't leave.

"On your knees" His hoarser than normal voice made you shudder and let out a low moan, he had never been so dominant and you would be lying if you didn't say you didn't like it. You quickly went down on your knees looking up at him with eyes clouded in lust.

"Fuck" Solo said unbuttoning his pants, you helped by pulling them down along with his boxers "I'm going to punish you for being a spoiled brat."

 You finally released his cock from its confines, you gasped at the sight previously you could picture it, but your mind didn't do it justice, it's big with veins that framed its outline the red tip was already dripping pre-semen, you licked your lips and included its head between your lips, giving kitten licks.

 "Stop teasing" He growled, you opened your mouth wider with your tongue hanging out, shoving his cock in your mouth touching your throat, you looked up as you gagged which made him let out a guttural gasp.

You pulled back pulling his cock partially out before thrusting harder into your throat, you moan and the vibrations you throw are so delicious he can't take it. Getting rid of his remaining clothes he continued to pound your throat rapidly as he watched your face fill with tears and you try to breathe through your nose so you don't choke.  

"Will you stop teasing?" your eyebrows flex in anger, but this action doesn't last that long, still gagging on his cock you nod energetically. "Good girl."

Thick, hot ropes sprouted from his cock covering your mouth, trying to swallow as much as possible. Inhaling and exhaling heavily catching your breath, you struggled to stand up before Miguel lifted you up placing you face down on the couch climbing behind you, your instinct was to raise your ass and spreading your legs apart, giving him a perfect view of your already slippery pussy.

 Miguel looked at you with carnal hunger re licking his lips as he looked at your innocent form, his palm slapping against your ass in a thud, you squealed as you felt another series of spanks follow leaving your buttocks red.  

 "Remember it's your punishment pretty girl."  

He rubs his fingers over your wet folds and plunges a finger inside you, you yelp at the sudden action pulling away, Miguel firmly holds your hips so as not to go any further and continues to plunge his fingers stretching your tight walls.  

"Easy I'm getting you ready" Miguel works on your sex pulling his fingers in and out "She's too tight".  

Your legs trembled with excitement and your moans echoed in the room loudly, before you could come he pulled away from you collecting your essence smearing it on his long shaft lubricating it.  

The tip of his cock rubbed between your folds teasing your entrance, you moaned needy moving close to him.

"Don't tease" you pout and he teases you, he pushes his member slowly into your pussy. The sensation of your walls squeezing his cock made him throw his head back as you rolled your eyes at the bliss of being filled.  

Miguel pulled your hair back into a ponytail using it as leverage to go faster and deeper, the lewd noises you make are music to his ears instigating him to move.

You could feel every part of his thick cock and how it exquisitely hits that rubbery spot inside you, through your mouth overflowing saliva and your eyes still rolling back. Your walls tremble giving hints of your come.

"Cum on my cock pretty girl" his voice a few octaves lower brings you to the edge, a lewd moan escapes your sweet lips and he quickens his pace chanting your name between curses, his load shoots inside your sex painting them white.

He pulls out of you and you both catch your breath. When you realize what has just happened your face turns red and you try to hide it between the cushions of the couch. Miguel notices this and pats your head.

 "So..." You say shyly.

"Then I'll ask you out, mi amor."  

"W-what?!"  

"Ha, I really love your temper."  

"Idiota" this wasn't the plan nor much less the expected result but you're happy.

I must improve on the fast way it ended haha I hope you liked it.  

[comelylust]

Miguel Rojo x Reader “Purple Night”

Is there anything Miguel hates more than Jin Kazama? That someone could see through him, that there is a person who reads him like an open book, the single idea of loving someone made him shudder.  

For him, these things do not exist even though he was previously in love, being cheesy and romantic is not in his glossary and has taken root in his mind as a kind of mantra "I don't need anyone to get in my way" Miguel always grumbled away from people who can trigger these emotions.

Or so he thought until he met you, he didn't understand why every time you passed near him he kept looking at you and when he saw you redirecting his gaze he felt that his world was becoming small, for the first time his mind was blank. Why not just ignore you? He tried that a handful of times, without success. He built a wall between his heart and yours deciding that the best way is for you to walk away first.

Despite the measures taken, he always returned to you, "I'm acting like an idiot" he thought, but every time you smile at him he forgets how to breathe, every time you look into his eyes he feels exposed, and every time you touch your body you lift him to the sky. He falls into the palm of your hand and struggles to get out.

 "What do you want from me?”He asks furiously, at such a comment all you did was blink and you didn't hold back your laughter, so there you were laughing while holding your abdomen, Miguel was furious, not with you, but with the fact that his feelings clouded his reasoning, He wants a solution to your spell, but it's clear that it doesn't work that way "I don't want anything, on this purple night I want to hold your hand and not let you go" You look at the sky that was fading between pastel and cold colors, it seemed like a perfect night, but Miguel was even more dazed.

Without explanation he got up from the bench and ran away like a coward, leaving you there with a confused look on your face and believing you had said something wrong.

The weeks passed and Miguel kept ignoring you, he hid from you every time you were near him, his behavior is best described as an immature loser, instead, you didn't care about him you know him better than anyone and you know that he has opened up to you in a roundabout way

"Even if you open your eyes and everything is gone or a disaster, I will still be waiting for you every night" You sent him a text message, honestly you don't wait for him to call you back, you just wanted to make it clear to him that you care but at the same time tell him to take his time to clear his head.

One night as you were coming home from work you saw the man you love on your front porch, beaten and bleeding, his clothes a mess. Worried that he was seriously injured, you ran quickly to his side, holding him as if your life depended on it.

"Don't look at me like that," says Miguel with a broken heart when he sees your face full of anxiety. Without answering, you open the door of your house and sit him on your little couch. You quickly go to the first aid kit and rummage through it to get some antiseptic and some gauze.

 "Take off your clothes" You mumble indifferently, "I thought we wouldn't do that tonight" Miguel with difficulty takes off his clothes instead you cross your arms "Are you drunk?" You started to clean their wounds, pushing them as a form of revenge for their behavior.

Instead, Miguel removed the gauze from your hand "I haven't drunk, but I'm drunk" Bring your hand towards his cheek making circular movements to feel your touch

"I feel dizzy." He claims.

Miguel gets up from the sofa without leaving your hand and you stand firm "Hit me if it makes you feel better, I deserve it" He affirms putting himself at your level "This is frustrating isn't it" He lets out a heavy sigh, getting up the courage to continue talking "You won't hug me or kiss me" Without waiting for an answer from you Miguel plants a hungry kiss on your lips, in it he contains all his desires and feelings, feelings that are waiting to be reciprocated

When they finally parted panting Miguel speaks "I always hope that this is a dream, but it is inevitable, you always appear in them" He pauses placing his hand on your head and approaching his chest.

"I'm serious, on this purple night let's do whatever you think, I don't care, I just know I'll remember it forever"

  Hi, buddy, I hope you are well, I am practicing my romantic writing, it is something meh but I hope you like it.

I was inspired by Sunmi's song, I sincerely see Miguel as a cold and distant person, but when he falls in love, he falls deeply in love