miguel oâhara stars in⊠âTHE SWEETER THE JUICEâ o(^-^)o
ăïŸïœ„*:.ïœĄ..ïœĄ. miguel oâhara x reader .ïœĄ. .ïœĄ.:*ăïŸïœ„
SMUT
now heâs finally got you pregnant, heâs gonna do what heâs been dreaming of all these years. suck. those. tits.
same universe as this miguel.
cw; lactation kink, pregnancy, breeding kink (not really but yknow me), dry humping, titties, older nerd!miguel, theyâre finally married!
800+ words
@cheonstapes : sheâs back! again!
if miguel had to pick a part of your body he loved the most, itâd definitely be your tits.
if you think he was obsessed before â you donât wanna know what goes through his head as he watches you waddle around his house, carrying his kid, sighing every time you leak through another shirt. you had forgone a bra ever since you got pregnant, saying how uncomfortable they feel against your chest â not that he was complaining.
âfor fucks-sake, again?â
he was so used to hearing you say that, he already had a shirt on hand for you to change into. you were so grateful for your doting husband that you completely missed that nasty glint in his eyes you usually only see when heâs bending you over the bed and fucking you raw â luckily for him.
âhere, honey. lift your arms for me.â
as you do, he pulls the shirt up â the soiled fabric catching under your swollen breasts as he wiggles it off you. âah, shit â thanks, baby. but fuck, am iâm so tired of changing shirts every 10 minutes!â you might be tired, but miguel cannot get enough of it. he was already so fucking hard, practically salivating at the sight of your bare breasts still leaking down your heavy belly.
âmaybe you should just ditch the shirts all together, love â you know i hate seeing my beautiful wife uncomfortable.â miguelâs voice was a soft whisper in your ear, lips slowly tracing down the side of your jaw to your sensitive neck â kissing the skin so tenderly. his calloused hands gently massaged the taut flesh of your tits, probing and squeezing at your nipples to let out small trickles of that sweet milk.
âmigs, how many times are you gonna say that?â
âas many as it takes for you to finally listen.â
the breathy laugh you let out did little to qualm the feeling deep in his gut â he was dead serious, there was absolutely no reason for you to be in shirts all the time when you have him to take care of you whenever you needed a good milking. his hips were already sinking into to the plush of your ass that he loved oh-so-much â especially with how much fatter it got during your pregnancy.
it was almost as if he had lost control of his body, a hand landing on your waist to bend you over the counter as he mindlessly ruts into you. âdios, nena, eres tan hermosa. vas a ser la mamĂĄ mĂĄs guapa, Âżverdad? mm, my pretty, little mama.â miguel never failed to turn you on to no bounds, like, you have a walking greek god as a husband â but those fucking hormones were making it unbearable.
the force at which he was pushing against you had shifted your drenched panties to the side, leaving practically nothing between you and his drooling bulge. his fingers tightened around the fat of your hips, squeezing the flesh delicious hard as his free hand flipped you over â pushing your back against the edge of the counter. âshitâŠbeen waiting to taste these all fucking day, honey.â
mindful of your growing belly, he hiked one of your legs up on his hip â craning his neck down to suck on a pert nipple. wasting no time, and at a much better angle, he continued to grind against you â his tip catching against your engorged clit. âmâmigs, baby, fuckâŠâ the way he swirled and sucked so eagerly reminded you of when you first started dating, how determined he was to knock you up before the two of you even moved in together.
the taste was so addicting, some of your milk trickling down his body â dripping onto the ground beneath you. you knew he was about to cum, hard â his eyes had rolled back, breathing in heavy pants, hands rushing to pull down the waistband of his sweats. âgonna paint my girls in my cum, love â sĂ© una buena chica y mantenlos juntos para mĂ.â
ââcourse, baby.â you nodded breathlessly, squishing the globes of fat together as he pumped his cock dry â head thrown back as ropes upon ropes of his hot seed coated your tits, sliding into the self-made crevice. âgod, what did i do in my past life to have a wife as sexy as you, mamĂ?â his spent cock bobbed against his thigh as he trapped you against the counter â kissing you deeply as his wet hands reaching up to rub the cum into the skin of your breasts.
âmmph â yâknow, i heard cumâs good for the skin. it, uh, helps with the blood circulation in your tits â i think we should do this more often, love.â
âmigs, if you werenât, like â a whole scientist, i mightâve believed you. if you want a titjob, just say that.â
ââŠi mean, you said it â not me.â
all your home shirts were promptly locked away and never to be seen again.
-new year, new waiting for cheon to get her shit together andpost!
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Nothing in my mind but nerd! Miguel and titties.
I'm going back to sleep.
miguel oâhara stars in⊠âYOUR BOOBS LOOK HEAVY, LET ME HOLD âEM FOR YOUâ ÆȘ(ËâŁË)Ê
a/n ~ i am so downbad for nerd miguel, what the fuck. titties, titties, titties, titties, rocking everywhere! thank you nonnie!!!! love you !! creds to @nymphomatique đ
summary; you let miguel sleep over for the first time, and it definitely wonât be the last.
wc; 1.3k+
pairings; nerd!miguel x fem!reader
cw; SMUT!!, titties, body worship basically, switch!miguel, switch!reader, reader has pierced nipples, spanking, anal play, slapping, anal fingering, breeding kink/impregnation kink, cumming in pants, cumming kinda untouched?, biting, dry humping, theyâre in love idc, nawt proofread - why did this take me like a week
miguel had been such a good boy for you, making sure you passed all your exams for this semester - you decided that he deserved a little treat
you invited him over one weekend to your dorm, telling him he was allowed to sleep over
heâs never moved faster with the way he packed up his bag and ran to your dorm which is on the other side of the campus
when he got there he was all sweaty n panting heavy, it was a little pathetic how eager he was but you let him in, making sure he went a took a shower asap
to be honest, you didnât expect it to be hard for you to keep your hands to yourself, especially when your little boytoy is walking around your dorm in that combo - grey sweats and a tight wife beater, you can even see the outline of his abs
he followed you around like a lost puppy, it was cute at least. he couldnât go two seconds without latching onto you in some way
he was just so excited! getting to spend time with his not-yet-but-almost girlfriend, seeing you in all your natural glory. you thought you had it bad? try hiding a hard-on whilst the woman of your dreams is walking around in booty shorts and a braless cami
speaking of that, miguel could just about make out your puffy, little, nipples through the fabric of your thin shirt - hello kitty barbells piercing your nipples
fuck, he was hard. and those sweats he was wearing werenât making it any less obvious
miguel loves your tits. period. kneading the soft flesh, sucking on then, biting them. sometimes, whenever he cums inside, he imagines them filled up with milk - he would do anything to get you knocked up
you knew how horny he was, you could be wearing a trash bag and heâd still be as smitten for you as he is every second
so you made a decision - you told him to sleep on the floor.
you almost felt bad, almost
he looked like a kicked puppy, your 6â9 almost-boyfriend pouting like a child
i mean, you gave him a pillow and a blanket at least - plus, you have heated floors. itâs not that bad
he slept right on the side of your bed, making sure to face you directly so he could watch you sleep (not in a creepy way, he just loves you T^T)
you even made sure you were hanging just a little bit over the edge of your bed, an arm hanging over the side - a silent invitation for him to hold your hand
he was sleeping fine for a good while, hands still laced tightly with yours - but he was getting restless not touching you for so long
he stood up, as quietly as his huge ass feet would let him, walking round to the other side of the bed and sliding in
it creaked loudly but you were fast asleep anyway, so he moved closer
he wrapped a beefy arm around your middle, hand coming to rest on your chest
oh. yeah, your tits.
now he was hard again
he pressed himself against you, completely spooning you, large hands sliding under your cami and groping your tits
you werenât an idiot though, you knew this was gonna happen - having calculated every possibility before he came. you would rather die than admit you were a bit nervous about him sleeping over too
you purposely wore the cami cause you knew it would rile him up, n he always took such good care of his mommyâs pretty tits
you turned to look at him, smiling teasingly - âwhyâre you in my bed, hm?â
âââââââââââââââââââââââââââââââââ
miguel felt like he was in deep shit, he knew how easily you could flip on him despite that pretty smile. he immediately retracted his hand, stammering as he tried to sit up. âs-sorry, i just missed you. iâŠi couldnât sleep, ân you just look so gorgeous when you sleep and i couldnât help myself-â god, he always talks so much. with a tight grip on his bicep, you drag him back down to the bed, pushing him down on the plush pillows as you straddle his waist.
he was so pretty beneath you. glasses laid somewhere on the floor, curly hairs framing his face. his hands gripped your ass, whining quietly as he ground up against you. âmommyâŠâ you placed your hands on his chest, keeping him pinned to the bed as you leaned forward. he felt like he couldnât breathe, your tits were resting just above his face, hard nipples grazing his lips. yeah, he was definitely gonna fuck a baby into you one day.
his hands moved up to your hips, squeezing the flesh before he placed a hand on your upper back pulling you down completely. miguelâs tongue snaked out to lick at your hard nipples, the sensation of the cold barbells on his tongue making his hips jerk up against the crotch of your tight shorts. âshit...when dâyou get them pierced?â
you rolled your eyes, lifting up your shirt and grabbing the back of his head - pushing his mouth to your tit, grinding salaciously against his clothed cock. ânone of your fuckinâ business. if you wanna suck on my tits, then shut up and suck.â you didnât have to tell him twice.
he sucked hard, unable to resist imagining them filled up with milk, all swollen and heavy, you round with his kid- SMACK. his head whipped to the side, lips slipping off your spit-soaked nipple as he stared up at you in shock. his cheek was stinging, but his cock was straining even harder against the fabric, twitching as his face thrummed with pain. âstop thinkinâ, and suck harder. you should even be grateful iâm lettinâ you sleep here, so worship mommyâs tits like you mean it.â
miguel grasped your ass once again, large hands digging into the flesh as he caressed your soft skin through your skimpy shorts, sneakily pulling the waistband down as he ran his fingers down to your cunt. âcourse you were wet, slick staining his sweats. he collected some on his fingers, dragging it back up to your puckered hole, thrusting two wet fingers inside as other hand controls your movements.
âf-fuck, wait, you dickhead.â he continued to suckle on your breasts, flicking and teasing your nipples, tugging on the barbellâs softly as his fingers sped up. your body was quivering in pleasure, his free hand spanking your ass occasionally whenever you would pull yourself away from his mouth - massaging the reddened flesh soothingly afterwards.
his mouth and tongue were downright sinful. the sensation racking over your whole body as your orgasm steadily approached, the swirling fire in your lower belly lighting up. you werenât the only one, though. miguel was hardly keeping himself together, thick thighs trembling as he tried to keep himself from spilling out his cum in his boxers, the tip of his cock peeking out of his waistband. all he wanted to do was see you writhe in pleasure, see that beautiful face of yours glowing in ecstasy after your release.
you would always let out this adorable, whiny moan when you were close, lips parting, small breathy pants - he knew you better than he knew himself. he was more motivated than ever, fingers moving a bruising speed, tongue relentless. he tugged on your piercing hard, a hand coming to rub your engorged clit through your thong. âm-miguelll - shit, baby - ugh.â creamy liquid coated your panties, not your cum - but his. the red tip spurting out thick loads all over his stomach, the sticky mess tangling with his happy trail ân pooling in his navel.
ât-thankâŠfuck- thank you, mommy.â
you pushed him back to the floor, curling up in the blankets - cheeks heating up as you muttered. âyeah, whatever. shut the fuck up and go to sleep.â
âgoodnight, sleep well p-pretty.â
ââŠnight, miguel.â
yeah, you were falling for him - hard.
- my titties are small but heâd hold them like they weighed the world
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miguel o'hara stars in... 'DOMESTIC BLISS' (áŠËâŁËáŠ)
a/n~ i physically cannot write a fic about my favs w/o getting horny mid way through sorry ;( i just want miguel to wrap me up and brush my hair and hold me tight---- NNNNNNNNNNH (ááŁá)Ő
summary; miguel really likes your thighsâŠand how his cock looks between them.
wc; 700+
pairings; miguel o'hara x fem!reader
cw; SMUT!!, fluff, miguel and reader being cutesy, consensual somnophilia, thigh-fuckin, lil bit of blood, cummin inside, basically a breeding kink cause i said so, softdom! miguel, miguel being pussy whipped, sleepy sex, cumplay?, n e ways...not proofread - is one in the mornin
miguel loved nights like this. both of you wrapped up in warm, fluffy robes, and matching slippers - just enjoying each otherâs company.Â
âbabe, grab my headband for me please?âÂ
walking over to where you were in the bathroom, he looks at your beautiful face through the mirror, sliding the cute headband on your head. âhere, my love.â he trails a hand down your arm, wrapping it around your waist and he pulls you closer into him, your body pressed tightly against his rock solid chest. he doesnât loosen his grip on you as you lean forward to wash your face, instead gripping your hips to hold you steady.
he still doesnât let go of you when you walk over to your shared bed, tucking you under the covers and bringing you as close as he could to him. his face rested in the crook of your neck, lips pressing soft kisses against your warm skin. he really was the luckiest man in the world, blessed with this angel in front of him. his hands gently traced the curves of your body, the touch meant to be soothing but it was anything but for the throbbing he felt under the sheets.
he could hear you snoring quietly, the subtle rise and fall of your chest, the slenderness of your collarbones that were faintly littered with love bites. everything about you was just so perfect. especially those thighs of yours. those sexy, juicy, thighs - pressing against his. palming at your ass, he pulls you closer, if that was even possible - fingers moving to dip into your panti- oh, fuck, you werenât wearing any.
this new revelation led to him fucking his thick cock through the tightness of your thighs, nudging your little clit with every thrust. he whimpers, actually whimpers, at the feeling, a sound heâd take to the grave - if you were awake right now, you would not let him live that down. but that didnât matter right now, not when he was so close to painting those pretty thighs with his cum. or actually, why waste it? maybe he should just cum inside of you. it would save cleaning up in the morning, plus - you smelt so delicious after your shower, itâd be a shame to wash away that scent and his cum.
he angles his hips upwards, one hand on yours waist and the other keeping your head up as you sleep - the leaky tip of his cock pressing against your tight pussy. he doesnât want to disturb your sleep, especially since youâre so cute when you sleep, so he only pushes the tip in - a faint pop! echoing through the room as he slips inside of you. âfuck, baby, s-such a tight pussy - isnât she? looks like âm gonna have to stretch her out some more, hm?â soft whispers fall upon deaf ears, chuckling silently to himself as the sounds of your snoring get louder.Â
the constant suctioning on his tip was driving him mad, brows furrowed tightly as he threw his head back against the plush pillows. biting his lips so hard he draws blood, the ruby liquid running down his neck as he stares down at his cock disappearing between your thighs - thighs that weâre starting toâŠmove? you seemed to be regaining some sort of consciousness, small breathy moans left your plump lips, eyes blinking open as you turned to look at him.Â
he was so caught up in your pussy, he didnât even register your hand coming to push him deeper into your quivering cunt. your soft hand wrapping around him set him off, his hot, sticky, cum shooting straight against your womb as you take him all the way to the base. the other hand rests on his lower stomach running along the trail of hair that you love oh, so much - fucking yourself on his cock whilst he shoots white ropes along your walls.
âp-princess- mmph, shit- didnâtâŠi didnât mean to wake you.â he really means that, he truly didnât want to ruin your beauty sleep - but he couldnât help but rub tight, slow, circles on your sticky clit, speaking lowly into your ear. âgo back to sleep, beautiful, papĂ will take care of you, âkay?â
i mean shit, back to sleep we go!Â
-ONE CHANCE, JST ONE CHANCE MIGUEL
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miguel o'hara stars in... 'NERD!MIGUEL STARTS AN ONLYFANS' (àž àž·âż àž·)àž§
a/n~ this popped in my head so quick and i thought i was gonna combust if i didnât start writng then and thereÙ©( á )Ù once again all creds to @nymphomatique đ
part 2
summary; your nerdy almost-boyfriend starts an onlyfans without you knowing.
wc; 1.6k
pairings; nerd!miguel o'hara x rich!fem!reader
cw; SMUT!!, onlyfans, miguel being embarrassed, m!masturbation, panty kink, humiliation kink, sub!miguel pretending to be a dom, miguel being obsessed with reader (//â//), dom!reader, reader being possessive (as you should), the woman was too stunned to speak, paint me like one of your french girls, nawt proofread - i was half asleep
ok,, nerd! miguel with a secret onlyfans that he hides from you.
because heâs lowkey embarrassedÂ
because he wants you to find it and punish him for sharing whatâs yours with others
on top of that, heâs one of the top accounts on the site. i mean itâs not a surprise- heâs still hot as fuck. extremely tall, chiseled body, thick thighs, sexy face, big dick- heâs quite literally perfect, and he knows you know that.Â
he only started it because of you, anyway. the compliments you whisper in his ears, telling him how beautiful he is, how much you love his body, he never realised how fine he actually is. so one day whilst he was sitting in your dorm, finishing up on of your reports, he decided he would put his body to good use. you were out for the night, and you probably wouldnât come back until the next morning so he had all the time in the world.Â
he scrolled through a few pics you took of him on your phone, but something was bugging him. he looked soâŠsubmissive in them. yeah, of course he enjoyed being submissive - but only for you. the idea of other people seeing him in a way thatâs reserved for you and you only giving him a strange feeling in his chest. miguel was a virgin before he met you though, so being submissive was really all he knew. being dominant felt wrong, but he was willing to give it a try.
feeling a surge of confidence, he stood up from your desk, stripping himself of his shirt, leaving him clad in his loose sweats. he sat on your queen sized bed, scooting himself up to the headboard. he really was a tall motherfucker though, long legs dangling off the edges of your fluffy mattress. he props one leg up, resting his elbow against it as he angles the camera down towards his chest, bulging muscles highlighted by your warm fairy lights.
he takes pic after pic, different angles and positions around your room even using some of your toys as props. but in all of those pictures, he never showed his face - thatâs for you, and nothing can change that. instead, he offered his followers a view of his plump lips, pulled into a lazy grin in every photo.Â
a few months pass and heâs been racking up followers like crazy, all the money he makes - he spends on you, of course, buying you bags, clothes, shoes, anything his pretty mommy desires. you donât question where he was getting all that money from, miguel also came from a pretty wealthy family - he did still spend as much of his parents money on you as he could.
eventually, he was in the top 3 creators of the site. he started to get a bit more raunchy with his posts, after that, he blew up like crazy. the constant *pings*! from his phone, however, was a means for suspicion. since when was your little loser of a boyfriend, well heâs not your boyfriend yet, but since when was he popular? like, people only know who he is because of you, and still nothing really changed since you claimed him as yours - so whatâs with this sudden boost in attention heâs receiving?
he sits across from you, at your desk again, as you glare holes into his back from your plush bed. heâs smiling at his phone, the screen hidden from your view and you can only assume the worst. heâs talking to other bitches. everyone knew you were possessive, but when it comes to miguel? thatâs a whole ânother situation. you wouldnât hesitate to get rid of anyone who even thought about fucking around with your miguel. having connections is a real blessing.
your tongue clicks in annoyance, voice cutting through the comfortable silence in the room as you call out to him. âmiguel, give me your phone.â you hold a hand out towards him, unmoving as your face remains devoid of emotion - although your twitching eyebrow tells a lot. he looks up at you immediately, pushing his frames back up his face. âw-what dâyou need my phone f-for?â it was a valid question in any other circumstance, but this wasnât any other circumstance. this was your obedient, not so little, miguel questioning you.
your brows raise, an amused scoff leaving your glossy lisp. you raise from the bed, strutting over to him as you snatch his phone from his hand. âthe fuck is up with this attitude, hm? i donât remember teachinâ you to be a little brat.â you sneer down at him, he was pathetic, really. face flushing as he realised his mistake, stumbling over his words and whimpering soft pleas of forgiveness. âshut it.â you donât spare him another glance, gripping his phone as you sit back on your bed, crossing your legs.
unlocking his phone was easy, his password is your birthday - you could smile at how cutely obsessed with you he is but you where too pissed off at the moment. and of course, his lock screen and wallpaper is a picture of you, the same with his instagram pfp as you scroll through his chats. everything was weirdly innocent. there were only brief dmâs between him and what seemed like old friends and some current friends you didnât even know he had, even his snapchat was completely barren.
you double, even triple checked his socials - not even a finsta in sight. with a deep sigh, you give up. of course you werenât going to say out loud that you were overthinking but- oh? that stupid notification sound again. you quickly looked down at his phone again, seeing a notification from twitter. you completely forgot about it - seeing as itâs not even fucking called twitter anymore. (still bitter about this, fuck elon musty)
clicking on it, your eyes widen in surprise. this whole account was a complete 360 from the miguel that grovels at your feet on a daily basis. the most teasingly sexy posts litter his feed - promising all that and more if you just clicked on the link in his bio, and that you did. miguel was watching you nervously the whole time, thinking the worst at your silent reactions. he moves to stand, hoping that just maybe he can get his phone back. âsit the fuck down.â and he sits.
what a fucking slut. your good little boy, in all these different positions, fooling his fans into thinking heâs some strong, sexy, dom. getting off in your bed, calling his fans all the nasty names you call him. the whole situation was just so funny to you. these poor people, they didnât know how much their favourite daddy dom was in fact a little bitch, for you and you only.Â
there was a part of you that was happy seeing have so much confidence, as much as you want to keep him all to yourself. it was kinda hot, him trying to act all dominant. youâd be lying to yourself if you said it didnât make your cunt throb, biting your lips as you scroll deeper, and deeper. one post in particular caught your eyes, though. it was a video, the lighting was darker than the others but his body was just as clear. you put the volume all the way up, snickering at miguelâs frightened gasp behind you.
you can see why this post had so many likes now, cause god was it sexy. miguel laid on your bed, his face not visible, chest on display as he lightly ran his strong hands up and down his body, mumbling deep praises to his fans about how âgoodâ they are for him, how well he could fuck his pretty little sluts, how they probably wish they were there with him. who wouldnât? his fat cock was drizzled in lube, sticky, hard, and leaking all over his hand. it rested on his stomach, smearing pre all over his happy trail, as he traced a thick finger along the throbbing veins.Â
his moans where still just like you knew them to be, whiny and breathy, small whimpers leaking through his spit soaked lips. his hand worked himself faster, pumping up and down just like you do, skimming over his tip in the same way you do. after all, youâre the only one who knows how to use him. it feels like he edges himself forever. constantly stopping and starting, gripping onto his cock tightly to stop himself from exploding all over himself.
he pants heavily, growling softly as he pulls something up out of frame, a small black lacy thong. your black lacy thong, the same one you had on right now. he wrapped it around his aching cock, rubbing his tip along the crotch before rapidly fucking himself into the fabric. he doesnât last long though, the thong smelt like you, he had only taken it a few minutes before he started filming - digging through your dirty laundry like some depraved perv to find the perfect pair.
only after a couple quick pumps did he spill all over the pretty fabric, his mouth hung open, chest shimmering with sweat. he brought the soiled panties to his mouth, sensually licking off his own cum before shooting a teasing smile at the camera - the video ending. you couldnât even speak, slowly turning around to face him, his head hanging down in shame.Â
oh, you were gonna make sure he learnt his lesson. his fans too.
to be continuedâŠ
- i want his balls jn my mouf
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miguel oâhara stars in⊠âSUGAR BABY CHRONICLESâ ăœ(ÂŽoïœïŒ
ăïŸïœ„*:.ïœĄ..ïœĄ. miguel oâhara x fem!reader .ïœĄ. .ïœĄ.:*ăïŸïœ„
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REQUEST from my lovely @miguelzslvtz; So I was thinking of an older!Sugar daddy Miguel x reader. The reader is working at small country club and Miguel noticed her. Sheâs serving him drinks, and taking care of him. He tells her sheâs too good to be working there and introduced the idea of being her sugar daddy (basically some arm candy). He invites her over to his mansion for a party and sheâs dressed up for himđ«¶đ» all night sheâs being looked at by other men and woman, heâs being very protective of her. He loves on her all night and makes sure sheâs taken care ofđđspoiledâš
cw; older!miguel, slight age gap (reader is in early 20s, miguel is in early 30s), cumming inside, slight breeding(not really, i just have a problem), sugardaddy!miguel, readers a little bit of a tsundere kinda, miguelâs really in love, cunnilings, shower sex, hair pulling, NAWT PROOFREAD!!
4k+ words (longest fic omg!!)
@cheonstapes; hi againâŠđ€ these hiatuses are killing me. iâve been absolutely swamped and i lost so much motivation to write but im glad to say i think iâve found my footing. i found myself again and iâll work on balancing everything from now on! i apologise for the mammoth amount of time it took me to do this (this is what i get for working chronologically) and i have not forgotten about your requests if you sent one! pyramids and project ex will still be coming but i want to make sure requests are out of the way as theyâve been there for months and itâs not fair for the lovely people whoâve waited so long. thanks again! i love you allđ©·
you loved your job, you really did.
not many people can say that genuinely, but when youâre getting the tips youâre getting, seeing the men youâre seeing, you definitely donât wanna leave anytime soon. working at such an elite club meant you were among the rich of the rich â the big shots of the city that wouldnât be caught anywhere else.
at the very least, the uniform was modest enough â obviously though, there would always be a few buttons left undone on your shirt, your skirt pulled up just that little bit higher. that window of flesh, no matter how small, was a guaranteed extra thousand in your pocket by the end of the night â and that wasnât even counting him.
mr. oâhara. thatâs all you knew him by. the man was overtly secretive, often arriving alone or occasionally with a very small group of associates. he was by far your biggest tipper. at times, you wondered if he owned the club due to the pure influence he has on your boss â somehow, much to your excitement, convincing him to bump your pay-check up by a lofty sum. the amount of money you make could send you into an early retirement, but of course you wouldnât do that. it meant you wouldnât get to learn more about him, and you needed to learn more about him.
summer was always the busiest, the great weather meaning there was more members than usual coming out to play. although, running around and serving for 9 hours a day was extremely tiring â gruelling even. there was sweat dripping down your face, your black dress feeling like a leather coat with the way it clung to you like second skin.
one last drink. you had one last drink to serve and then you could go on your break. double checking the table number, your eyes widened slightly as you saw him. mr. oâhara was not a small man by any means â the bulging muscles tucked away under his tight dress shirt, shoulders almost akin in length with the table. to put it simply, he was the epitome of sexy. you were barely at his table and you could smell him already, the masculine musk of his oud creating a musky, rose scented bubble that ensnared all your senses.
ââs that for me, sweetheart?â
yes, yes it was. but he really wanted to hear you say it. your voice was such a sweet caress to his ear â he could guarantee an angel got its wings every time you spoke. miguel usually prides himself on being in control of his emotions, his body â but having a pretty, little thing like you just within his grasp was the ultimate challenge of restraint.
the man felt absolutely helpless, his heart pounding in his chest like a hormonal teenage boy when you placed the drink in front of him. âyou know it, mr. oâhara â you order the same thing everyday.â fuck. the sip he was having was definitely becoming more than a sip the longer he held the cup to his mouth â chub twitching against the fabric of his slacks.
you were just the sweetest little thing â much more enthusiastic than the other girls that worked there. he might be just imagining it too, but he can feel deep in his heart that you dress up just for him. miguel knows you want him, and heâs more than happy to give himself to you.
âyou know me better than i know myself, dulzura. almost like youâre keeping tabs on me, hm?â
âi mean, yeah, i kinda am. itâs my job, mr. oâhara. youâre one of our most frequent regulars, itâd be crazy if i couldnât tell you your order âfore you give it to me.â
ohâŠyeah.
in miguelâs defence, itâs been a whileâŠ.a long while since he last flirted â and having an 8-year-old daughter whoâs judging your every move means thereâs not a lot of time to work on your game. but heâd be damned if he lost an angel like you, he will be yours. plus, gabi does need a woman like you in her life too.
âdo you enjoy it, though? your job, I mean â not keeping tabs on me.â
âyou probably wonât believe this, but i actually do. the payâs good, at least, and i can afford to pay my bills, uni, and still have fun. iâm kinda lucky, i guess.â
âyou wouldnât have to worry about that with me, nena.â
miguel knew he was probably breaking some sorta rule, flirting with staff or whatever â but god you were worth it. if being able to take you home meant that he would never set foot in the club again, then so be it.
âsorry, what was that, sir?â
ââŠquit your job â not in a âyouâre bad at your job wayâ â iâll take care of you. i can give you everything, anything you want.â
you couldnât say you were surprised, especially with the nature of your job â old men say stuff like this to you all the time. but, miguel wasnât any old man. as much as you loved your job, had a stable income and good connections â the thought of quitting and running away with a man like him? fuck, it was so tempting.
âalright then. i hope you live up to those words, mr. oâhara.â
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mr oâhara (sugardaddy?)
iâm throwing an event at work tonight, i want you to be there.
sent 16:42
(y.n)
hi, mr oâhara. iâd love to but i finish work at 7,i donât know if iâll be able to make it. and i donât really have anything to wear :(
sent 16:50
mr. oâhara (sugardaddy?)
donât worry about it, gorgeous. iâve already got you off work for the rest of the week, and iâve got you something nice to wear.
sent 16:50
(y.n)
oh, really? well, i guess iâll see you there then! ;)
sent 16:56
mr. sugardaddy
mmhm, i canât wait to see you, babe. and call me miguel.
sent 16:56
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miguel had promptly sent his driver to pick you up in a sleek black sports car, much to the dismay of your co-workers. a beautifully wrapped box was placed on the seat beside you, a bouquet of orchids and a small note that read âfor you, las flores mĂĄs bonitas para la chica mĂĄs guapa - mâ
it was hard to not feel a tinge if heat was rising in your face, for someone whom youâre only just getting to know to be so utterly romantic â it was a new experience! relationships had never been something you were particularly interested in, but there was no denying the allure that someone like miguel held and only time could tell how it would all play out.
arriving at his mansion, which was nothing short of jaw dropping â the halls were mostly desolate aside from the quite bustle of the staff that were preparing for tonightâs ball. an elderly woman escorts you upstairs to the master bedroom, your eyes roaming the area as you take in the grandeur of the building â aged walls paired with a modern nueva york touch.
âwhereâs mr. oâ miguel?â the woman turns to you, an indecipherable smile on her lips.
âmr. oâhara is just getting prepared for the ball. donât fret over him, heâll join you shortly.â well, it was a bit rude to invite someone over and not be there to greet them but ok! âah, i forgot to mention,â she opens the door, stepping aside to let you in. âi left you a little something on the dresser. i believe you bothâll be needing it.â the woman winks, silently closing the door behind her â leaving you alone in the large room.
god, even the room smelt like him. a musky wood and cinnamon smell, with the faintest hint of vanilla from the candle burning by the window sill. it wasnât everyday you were in the presence of such luxury, especially old money luxury. your eyes flitted over to the dresser the woman was referring to, that sneaky grandma.
a box of xl condoms, birth control, towels, all wrapped in a cute gift basket. âseriously? who does she think i am? iâm not fucking on the first date.â waitâ was this a date? it definitely felt like one, but it was hard to be 100% sure. this was too much to deal with now, all that was left to worry about was the ball and getting ready.
on the bed behind you lay a beautifully wrapped box, with a red ribbon to top it off. it fell gracefully onto the bedsheets as you unwrapped it, lifting the lid to reveal the shimmering red dress underneath. a sleeveless satin dress, fabric lined with the finest crystals, a slit raising mid thigh, lined a sheer lace. it was the definition of classy, with a hint of seduction.
putting it on felt like a crime, something so beautifully should be preserved and put into a museum. it took all of your willpower to not tuck the dress away somewhere safe and just go and get one of your own â but alas, it was a gift, the least you could do is wear it. the craziest part was how perfect it fit. practically a glove, clinging onto every curve and crevice of your body â extenuating places you never even noticed before.
smoothing out the wrinkles, making sure it was as perfect as possible â fuck, you looked hot. the colour complimented your skin exquisitely, adding a soft glow to your complexion. in the time it took you to get ready, it seemed like the party was already amping up. you could see the surge of people from the window, flashing lights and an abundance of cars being handed to the concierges. you still had yet to see miguel and what better time to look for him than now?
there was a pair of red heels that matched the dress to a T, slipping them on and bouncing down the steps. the butterflies fluttered wildly in your tummy the nearer you got to the party, joining the line of people being checked in by security. though, from the corner of your eye, you catch sight of him. standing there in all his 6â glory, curls lightly slicked back, wearing a tight button up shirt and those sexy slacks.
something about seeing miguel like this, so carefree and relaxed, set something off inside of you. even though you were supposed to be his guest, you did everything in your power to avoid his gaze â purely cause you donât think youâd be able to maintain eye contact him for longer than a few minutes without jumping his bones. but of course, fate was destinyâs whore, and soon enough you were being escorted straight into the ballroom.
âwere you avoiding me, cielo?â
a hand splayed across your waist, leading you deeper inside the hall as he whispered in your ear. it was obviously due to the fact that you probably couldnât hear him all too well because to the loud music, but the way his hands caressed your sides, his lips brushing against the lobe of your ear â it felt all too intentional.
ânoâŠi just didnât want to cut in line. i figured iâd see you when i see you.â
âis that so?â he slid a champagne flute in your hands, grabbing one of his own as he tilted his head at you â a stray curl unfurling down his forehead. âyouâre like an open book, cariño. you think i donât know whatâs going on in that pretty little head by now?â
âso youâve been studying me, hm?â now it was your turn to raise a brow, tilting your head back as you took a long sip of your champagne. it wouldnât be a huge surprise if he had been, it was kinda obvious from all the stares heâd give you and when heâd âenquireâ about you from your colleagues.
âmmm, studyingâs a strong word. i was simplyâŠobserving you. canât blame me for wanting to know someone as enchanting as you better.â
he had quite the mouth on him, didnât he? you couldnât stop the small smile that graces your lips, shaking your head in disbelief.
âyouâre so stupid, miguel.â
âif falling for you is stupid, then iâm the dumbest of them all.â
it was so bad, so bad that it was actually good. and that comment shaped the rest of your night together. considering your new arrangement, he took the liberty of introducing you to his circle of friends and their wives â conveniently leaving out that he was your new sugar daddy, but that was a story for another day. miguel revelled in the looks they all gave you, seemingly forgetting they themselves had a date nestled on their arms. he really couldnât have picked a better dress, but damn if it wasnât killing him.
you really didnât know how beautiful you were, and he so badly wanted to show you. the dim lighting was a blessing for the tent in his slacks, giving him a flimsy disguise for the arousal he felt at that moment. after more than a few drinks too, wandering hands and lingering words, it was becoming unbearable. however, scaring you off wasnât on his bucket list tonight. he didnât take this long fighting for your attention to loose you on the first date. he vowed to do everything at your pace, leaving it up to you to make the first move.
as the party wrapped up, and miguel said his goodbyes â you stood at the door, shivering from the cold air as it nipped against your bare arms. the fun you had was incomparable to any party youâve ever been to, but you thought you may have overstayed your welcome. shakily tapping on your phone with freezing fingers, ordering an uber to pick you up â
âleaving already?â
âyeah, i had a lot of fun tonight, though.â it was a genuine smile, one that spoke a million words. âthanks for inviting me, miguel.â
for a man so big he sure did move so silently. he stood behind you, gently grasping your hand in his as she looked down on you. âwhen i invited you, i didnât invite you as a mere guest â youâre more than welcome to stay as long as youâd like.â
it didnât even sound like he was simply offering, miguel was begging. you could see it in his eyes, hear it in his voice â urging you to stay the night, stay with him.
âmiguel, are you sure? i donât even have anything to changeââ
âiâve already organised sleepwear for you, but you could wear something of mine if youâd like?â
that sly smirk slid its way onto his face once again, rolling your eyes as you walked past him â pulling out your phone to cancel the uber. âfine, iâll stay. i might take you up on that offer too.â
lo and behold, an array of skincare and pyjamas were set out on his bed as you entered the master bedroom once again â and to top it off, gift bags filled with designer items that youâd never thought youâd ever own. âmiguelâŠis this all for me?â
âunless i have another sugar baby, who else would it be for? âcourse itâs for you, darling â consider it aâŠâwelcomeâ gift.â
âmore like my entire tuition fee, hell. you didnât have to spend all this money on me, yâknow?â
âcariño,â you could see miguel walking up to him from the mirror in front, his arm slipping round your waist to pull you into his back. âi spend my money how i want, and i want to spend it on you. so i donât want to hear no more complaining from you, understand.â the small nod you gave earned a small grin from him, a hand smoothing up the curve of your back until it reached the shimmering zipper under your neck.
âyou look like a goddess tonight, baby. so fucking beautifulâŠâ his words were whispered softly into your neck, gentle breaths caressing your skin. as he spoke, the zipper slid lower and lower â until your dress was held together by the tips of his fingers. the cold metal of his rings brushed against your bare skin, the tips of his fingers dancing on the curve of your waist as he lets the fabric pool at your feet.
âm-miguel, iâm sweaty from all the dancing! at least let me wash up first, or something.â if you werenât sweating much then, you were definitely sweating buckets now. the heat radiating from you mixed with the heat simmering between the two of you made for a heady cocktail of unspoken desire â and you silently cursing yourself for almost breaking the number one rule: âdonât fuck on the first date.â
âwe can use my shower then, itâs large enough for the both of us.â we? oh, youâre definitely breaking that rule now. âi didnât say this was gonna be a joint effort, did i? i can wash myself, miguel.â you werenât even convincing yourself with the breathy way you spoke, the way he was caressing you, the pure adoration in his voice was something you havenât felt before. plus, this is the guy whoâs willingly paying you to simply be around him â itâs a win-win situation.
âi know you can, baby ââ letting out a deep chuckle, miguel intertwined your hands and lead you towards the bathroom â âbut itâs more fun with two, no?â the gentle pitter-patter of the waterfall shower reverberated through the silence of the room, the sound of fabric rustling followed shortly after. glancing down at your feet, miguelâs clothing was promptly discarded â your widened eyes trailing up his hefty frame.
âfucking christâŠâ
the man in front of you was nothing short of absolutely beautiful. despite spending everyday surrounded by older men, you never found yourself truly attracted to them until now â or maybe it was simply just miguel himself. âi thought you wanted to take a shower, muñeca?â oh, yeah, the shower. before you could even finish your thought, miguel was already occupying half of the space in there, leaving a small pocket for you to slide into.
the expeditious beating of your heart was muffled by the steady stream of water, but it was more than clear to miguel what you were feeling in that moment. the moment was strangely intimate, and dare i say innocent, for the predicament you found yourself in. his hands gently roamed your skin, barely making contact with any sensitive areas aside from fleeting brushes. he made a point to use his hands instead of a rag, claiming he could âclean you better than a flimsy clothâ.
it was truly getting unbearable, utterly frustrating. your subconscious and ovaries were in an intense battle of wits, when a third party made itself known in the worst way possible. you really had forgotten that miguel was as naked as you were until you felt the base of his cock slide between your ass cheeks, chest flush against his back. the slightest hitch of your already shaky breath earned another rich laugh from within him, thick fingers playing with the skin of your tummy.
âyou feeling cleaner or what? iâm more than happy to keep going if you are, baby.â
of course you wanted him to keep going! you were already as wet as is, in every way possible. âi..i think you mightâve missed a spot.â the hand on your tummy paused, his breath hitting your ear as he bent down slightly. âi did? i like to consider myself very thorough, cariño â enlighten me.â you did your best to turn with the small space you had, looking up at him with a more confident expression than the one you wore previously.
âhere.â
now it was miguelâs turn to be surprised, the tip of his finger brushing against your swollen clit before tapping against your slit. it had been so long since you had a real good fuck, and right now you were genuinely about to give this man some babies if he kept on smiling like that. âmm, looks like i did. forgive me for being so careless. iâll make sure she gets extra attention.â his words trailed off as he sunk to his knees, the gentle spray of water splattering against his face.
he tapped your ass, lifting you up with one hand as he pressed you against the cool glass, legs resting on his shoulders. his pretty lashes were dusted with droplets of water as he gazed at you from between your thighs, nipping and sucking on the sensitive skin as he kneaded your skin gently. his thick tongue was enough to completely spread you open, eagerly collecting your creamy essence.
miguel was moaning like a pure slut, you would think he got more pleasure in eating you out than you did. his eyes were rolled back, hips absentmindedly bucking to the rhythm of the shower as he sucked on your clit. the position was not uncomfortable by any means, but the unadulterated pleasure you were feeling made it hard to stay upright â nails raking down the expensive marble tiles as you practically grasped for straws.
âgrab my hair, darling. i donât want you to fall.â
whilst his words were slightly muffled, the undeniable concern in his voice had you moaning embarrassingly loud. miguel was clearly strong enough to hold you up all alone, so you surrendered the grip you had on the wall to rake your trembling fingers through his hair â tugging on the curly strands.
ânngh..fuck..â
he fucking whimpered. miguel oâhara, the richest and most powerful man in this city, was shamelessly whimpering between your thighs. that was certainly the biggest ego boost ever, the fact that itâs your pussy that has this huge man so drunk. pushing out your hips, you practically smothered his face â riding him mid-air as you felt the delicious sensations bubbling up inside of your stomach. breathless chants of his name left your lips, panting softly as your head fell back against the panels.
âc-cumming! ughâ fuck, miguel!
the jerks of your body made miguel grip your ass tightly, licking his lips of your release as he shuffled upwards, grinning down at your disheveled form. âyouâre breathtaking when you cum for me, beautiful. canât believe youâre all mine.â he whispered against your lips, forehead to forehead as he kissed you for the first time. it felt like a million tiny fireworks going off inside of you, the previous tension in your body instantly melting away as you leaned into his touch â tongueâs pressing against each other as drooled slipped down your necks.
he kept his mouth latched onto yours as he gripped his leaking cock, dipping the pearly tip inside of your sensitive hole. his movements were unhurried, sloppily kissing you as he dipped in-and-out, in-and-out. it was a steady pace that you soon found yourself liking more than usual, a stark contrast to the inexperienced fuckingâs you were getting before. âinside, pleaseâŠi wanna feel you, all of you.â
you were too dangerous for this old manâs heart. having a pretty little thing like you beg for him to fuck you like you deserved, to mold that sweet cunt into the shape of his cock â it was all too tempting. he was more than willing to do anything his sweet baby asked him to, and he wasted no time in giving in to you. âshit, cielo, no oneâs ever fucked you right, huh? sheâs gripping onto me like a vice.â
he was right, in every sense of the word. you didnât know how many partners he had before you, and really didnât want to find out â but one thing was for sure, miguel knew exactly how to please you. your head fell against his chest, his hand lifting it up by your chin as he pumped into you. âtell me, dulzura, iâm the only one thatâs made you feel like this? only man to fuck this perfect pussy right?â
he took the tiny nods and breathy whimpers as a yes, grinning like a madman as he revealed in the satisfaction of ruining you for anyone else â not like he was gonna let you go in the first place. his pace picked up vigorously, finding the perfect balance between pounding into your sore cunt and softly rutting against your ass. the skin where you both combined was tinged red, the on-going waterfall above unable to fully wash away the evidence of your cream on his pelvis.
âonly you, miguel â no oneâŠno oneâs better than you. iâm yours, daddy.â
those words, hushed and warm, pushed his already inflated ego to the edge. his hips bucked widly, prodding at the spongy spot inside of you as she pressed his lips against yours once more. all sounds were trapped between your connected lips, muffling the choked squeal that left your lips and the guttural groan that left his as he came deep inside you. he did promise to clean you extra throughly, and what better way to do that than flushing out your canal with his cum!
he lazily rolled his hips against yours, ignoring the sticky liquid bubbling on the side of his spent cock. âdid so well for me, my beautiful princess. iâm so proud of you.â the fluttering of your heart made you instinctively turn away, cheeks flaring with heat as you pouted â you really canât believe you fucked on the first bloody date. your little tough act didnât fool miguel, in fact it fuelled him even more. he continued to praise your very essence, worshiping the ground you walk on despite your protests â smiling softly as he sees your fierce resolve weaken. âthere she is, you ready to let me love on you now?â
âyeah, yeah. but first, we need an actual shower. no fucking this time.â
âno promises.â
this was the last place you saw yourself in life, but maybe being in miguelâs arms were where you were supposed to be.
- thank you for waiting and make sure to watch ateez at coachella!!!!!
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you and miguel had to have been the most stereotypical couple at the university.
who wouldâve guessed the two biggest nerds on campus wouldâve gotten together â especially when it was because of your shared interest in genetics. but to miguelâs friends, it was so sweet â a little cringe, but sweet. seeing that it had already been a year since you two started dating, the two of you not being able to hold a conversation without stuttering and blushed profusely was quite concerning.
every time you looked him in the eyes, your heart would suddenly beat a million times faster â face flushing, hands trembling as you try to come off as calm as possible. it was so embarrassing, you could cry just thinking about it. he had such pretty eyes hidden behind those thin frames, didnât make it better that he would stare into your soul every time you talked.
but miguel wasnât any better â in fact, he was worse. his whole friendship group being the talk of the college helped miguel to open up more, the persistent attention meaning he had to adapt to being surrounded by people. the incessant staring? thatâs him trying to make himself less nervous by making you more nervous so you would stop looking at him so he could admire you without you realising â long, i know. but he loved how sweet you were, the way you were so deeply in love with him â just like he was with you.
walking out of your biology lecture, he speeds up walking to catch you on the othwr side of the room â gently slipping his hands into yours. you tense, looking up at his handsome face before relaxing â âah, m-miggy!â he smiles so softly, wrapping his beefy arm around your waist. âhey, pretty â you finished for today?â his fingers squeeze the fat of your hips, pulling you into his chest as he leans against a nearby wall.
he always knew how to make you so fucking nervous, staring down at you like you were the centre of his world â which you in fact were. âyeah! i was just gonna go back to my dorm and study. wouldâŠwell, itâs ok if youâre busy â but do you, maybe, wannaâŠâ god, why is it so hard to ask your boyfriend to hangout! he knew what you wanted to ask, he just wanted to hear you say it. âdo i wanna what, hm? i mean â i donât have any plans later either, i was thinking of going to pete-â
âno!â a brief flicker of slight panic takes over your face, you refuse to be that much of a mess to the point where you can even ask your own boyfriend out. âi mean, would you like to come my dorm tonight? t-to study, obviously.â amazing job, girlfriend, amazing job. once again, he wore that stupidly handsome smirk â fingers kneading the soft flesh of your waist. âstudy? of course, babe â why didnât you just ask?â prick.
miguel always said he found it easier to study when you were right next to him â as in, resting in between his legs as your head lay on his chest. âdid you get the answer to number 8? i think i missed that lessonâŠâ you tilt your head, looking up at him. you looked so cute with your little glasses as you studied, a small pout on your lips as you tap on his leg for him to help you out.
he was thinking a lot of things right now, and none of them were the answer for number 8. before he met you, miguel was always deep in his studies â head buried in a textbook every night. but now youâre his, he canât think about anything else. the outline of your chest against your tight shirt, pert nipples straining against the fabric since you insist you feel better without a bra â he wasnât a perv, but damn if you were making him feel like one.
âu-uhâŠi think â uhhhhâŠâ he was really fucked. your cute little giggle and the way you shimmied around to sit on your knees, hands clutching his cheeks. âmigs, youâre burning up! you ok?â he was no ok, not by a long shot. despite having so much attention on him simply because of the people heâs friends with, miguel was still very much a virgin. yeah, heâs jerked off before â but that was only after he met you. your entrance into his life awakened a part of his brain that he thought was forever stored away â and he did not know how to deal with it.
sex was something the two of you were yet to talk about, 2 years into the relationship and it was like you were kids about to have their first kiss. there were lingering touches here and there, but oh how badly he wants to feel your sweet pussy around him. âcan⊠i touch you?â he could barely register the words that came out of his mouth before he takes in the way your face changes completely. the heat radiating from your cheeks could melt the arctic, that was the one thing you werenât expecting to hear. at all.
of course, you were a virgin too â all in all saving yourself for miguel for when the time comes. you just didnât expect it to be so soon. he looked so depraved already, panting softly â hair tousled from when he was laying down, you want him so, so bad. âu-uh, yeah â go ahead!â you didnât mean to sound so enthusiastic, but miguel didnât care â a hand immediately trailing up your plush thighs, toying with the edge of your panties under your skirt. âyouâreâŠyouâre so pretty.â he could feel his hands shaking, heart pounding in his chest â the warmth of your skin and the small moans leaving your lips were fucking with his head.
the tender skin was so sensitive, causing your thighs to tremble under his touch. he didnât expect you to be so sensitive. fuck, did he want to tease you for it, but he couldnât talk â not when he was already about to bust when you havenât even touched him yet. âmmm â m-miggy.. please..touch me.â you could tell he wanted to, he just didnât know where to start. his fingers ran up your inner thigh, teasingly running over the small wet patch on your cute panties.
he felt like a newborn learning how to walk again, the rugged rhythm in which he was working your little clit showed how inexperienced he is â but you didnât care, especially not when you yourself couldnât even notice his lack of technique. he fully pulled your panties down your legs, throwing them to the side â there was a sharp in take of breath from him as he stared at your bare cunt, his bulge pressing harder aganst the mattress.
âg-god, baby, can⊠can i taste you, please?â miguel couldnât believe how desperate he sounded, he had dreamed about eating your pretty, little pussy out for ever now, the thought of you denying him that now would break him. ây-yeah, fuck. please, miggy.â his tongue immediately latched onto your clit, swirling and sucking it into his mouth as his fingers probed your tight hole.
he knew you would need some extra prep to be prepared for taking him, so he made sure to make you feel as good as possible â he wasnât about to let your first time be your worst. the fat of your thighs were tight around his head, holding him in place as he steadily fucked you with his tongue. for someone who was a virgin only 20 minutes ago, he sure knew how to work that tongue â your breathy moans breaking through the sloppy squelching noises of your wetness.
âmigsâŠi â mmph!â the sensation was unknown but not unwelcome. a firm pressure in your tummy that felt like a dam about to burst all over your boyfriendâs face. miguelâs watched enough porn to know what that sound meant, reluctantly sitting up from his position between your legs to peer down at you â drooling cock bobbing between his thighs. he licked your arousal from his lips, shakily grabbing onto your legs to push them over his shoulders.
âbaby, âm not letting you cum until youâve had my cock in you â âs not how it works.â he felt like he was going insane, the sight of your pussy, so tantalisingly close to his length â the chubby tip poking against your entrance. you could only nod, you couldnât argue with that â not when youâve been waiting for this moment. upon getting your approval, he wrapped a beefy hand around his cock â smearing his pre-cum along your puffy folds.
he was so slow when he pushed into you, the sheer girth of him stretching your poor pussy thin. âfuckinâ hell, babyâ s-so, so tight.â his strong hips pounded against your pelvis, your skin tinging a faint shade of red. your body was jostled against the headboard with every thrust, a thick rim of cream forming at his base. miguel was lost in the feeling of your cunt, drooling mindlessly against your neck as he rammed deep inside of you.
âm-miguelâŠ!â the harder he fucked into you, the shakier your voice was â whiny moans and heavy grunts reverberated through your small dorm room. he couldnât believe how good fucking you felt, your velvety walls gripping onto him like a life line. miguel was completely delirious, only letting incoherent mumbles â a bruising grip on your waist as he brings you back against his cock.
âohhh, f-fuckâŠ! iloveyou, so â shit, so much!â your pussy was so good, he didnât even realised it slipped out â i love you. he really did, and in this moment â there was nothing else but the two of you, connecting so beautifully as you give yourselves to each other fully. he messily sucks on the skin just below your ear, simply grinding into your womb as his hand trails down your back â squeezing the flesh of your ass to pull you flush against him.
âiâŠi love you too, migs.â
you..you love him too? fuck. his hips stilled, gooey cum filling your cunt raw as he pours all of his love into you. miguelâs back heaved, his arms giving out under him as he falls on top of you â wrapping an arm around your waist as he carefully rubs your clit. his heart was soaring, smiling down at you as he fucked himself into overstimulation â determined to see you cum all over his cock.
âmy pretty girl, youâre all mine â wanna see you cum. you gonna cum for me, yeah?â god, his voice was husky and deep â tickling your ear and sending tingles down your spine. your legs trembled, cunt spasming as it gushed out that clear liquid. it coated the sheets below you, splashing against his stomach â a low, gravelly moan leaving miguel as he filled you with his cum once again.
the two of you laid in silence for a beat, panting softly as he rested on your chest. one of your hands moved up to cup his face, picking up his glasses from your bedside stand â placing them on his face, albeit with wonkily but it matched that dopey grin on his face. âi swear to god, iâve turned you into an animal, migs! you sure that was your first time?â giggling, you kissed his lips softly â nimble fingers brushing through his sweaty hair.
âguess i got a bit carried away, huh?â he sighed, softly rubbing your tummy. ââs not my fault iâve got the most beautiful, sexiest, most loving, caring, perfect, goddess of a girlfriend anyone could wish for.â
miguel was embarrassingly in love with you, but you wouldnât have it any other way.
-smack myass like a drum
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miguel o'hara stars in... 'NERD!MIGUEL STARTS AN ONLYFANS! THE LIVESTREAM' ă(ïŒïŒ)ă
a/n~ IT'S HEREEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! sorry for the delay, i was at a funeral :( nerd!miguel creds to @nymphomatique đđđđ
part 1
summary; your nerdy almost-boyfriend starts an onlyfans without you knowing. now, he's gonna be taught a little lesson.
wc; 3k+
pairings; nerd!miguel o'hara x rich!fem!reader
cw; SMUT!!! dark-ish content!, toys, restraints, blindfolds, pegging, cock rings, brat taming, edging, ball busting, mommy kink, overstimulation, m!rimming, m!anal fingering, hair pulling, humiliation kink, reader has a tongue piercing, sub!miguel, mean!dom!reader, a bit of aftercare?, fluff!, IT'S ACTUALLY PROOFREAD????
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you couldnât even speak, slowly turning around to face him, his head hanging down in shame.
oh, you were gonna make sure he learnt his lesson. his fans too.
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âwhereâs all that confidence gone, hm? you were so comfortable flaunting your body like a whore for all these bitches online, but now you wanna act all shy?âÂ
miguel has never felt more embarrassed and turned on than he does now. he felt like crying, his cock painfully hard beneath his shorts, wiping his sweaty hands on his thighs. â âm sorry, mommy. iâŠi wanted- i justâŠâ you laughed right in face. he stammered, trying to find an excuse but he couldnât â your sweet, sweet boy was really just a desperate slut in disguise.
âjust wanted some attention, isnât it? am i not givinâ you enough?â you grip his hair tightly, tilting his head up towards you. he whimpered, both in pain and pleasure, his lips parted as he let out small pants. âi do so much for your pathetic ass and this is how you repay me? by showing off whatâs mine, slutting yourself out for other bitches?â miguel didnât like upsetting you, but he loved the outcome. you were always so much rougher with him, marking him up, overstimulating him until tears streamed down his flushed face. he couldnât help but feel like acting little bratty today.
âwhatâs yours? weâre not even together, you donât own me. youâre so big-headed, iâm surprised thereâs no space in there to care about anyone other than yourself.â oh, so he wanted to get personal now? âhah? the fuck did you just say to me?â a manicured hand reached out to grab his hair, pulling it close to your face. âlisten to me, you. are. mine. no one else, and i mean no one, will ever have you like i do - try and find someone who can please you better than me. âcause iâll tell you now, you wonât.âÂ
he knew he fucked up big time. his eyes darting from your eyes to your lips, pulled back in a snarl. he didnât know what to say to you, gis heart was pounding like crazy in his chest â cock hard and tears threatening to fall. he fell to knees, gripping your thighs, calfs, ankles, every he could get a hold of. the thick rimmed glasses slipped down his nose, his head down as he whimpered pitifully. âmommy, iâm sorry! iâm yours - i-i love you, i need you. i didnât mean any of that, promise!âÂ
your silence was deafening. arms crossed under your chest, pushing up your perfect tits as you bent down to look at him closely. âyou begging, baby? you think thatâs all it takes for me to forgive you?â he shook his head rapidly, lips trembling as he bit back his tears. âno! no, o-of course not. iâll do anything, mommy, anything to make it up to you.â
anythingâŠanything, he says. a million and one ideas ran through your head, the corners of your pretty lips raising to form a malicious smile. you raised your foot, trailing the tip of your heel down his chest. the contours of his toned body rubbed against your shoe, sending ripples of pleasure down your spine. âoh, you poor thingâŠlook at you, youâre shaking!â the bulge in sweats throbbed as your foot grazed over it, a small whimper leaving his lips.
he was so cute, trying to grind his hips up onto your shoe. so you pressed down hard, grinding your prada heels on his balls. his hands reached for your ankle as he groaned loudly, it hurt like hell but felt so good. âm-mommy, fuck! moreâŠplease, i need more.â youâd let him have his fun for now. lifting your foot a little before pressing down again, his tip spurting out pre all in his boxers.Â
his body felt limp, mind only filled with you, you, you. he knew he wasnât being a good boy, he knew how mad you were - but he couldnât help but enjoy this punishment. nothing was sexier than seeing you like this, so ready to put him in his place like the mistress you were. you laughed, smearing his cum along the fabric as he whimpered and writhed â drool slipping out of the corner of his open mouth.
his hips continued to chase the friction of your shoe, the grip he had on your legs tightening just a fraction more â he was enjoying this a bit too much now. lifting your foot up once again, you push on his chest hard enough to knock his bulky frame over, leaving him breathless under you. âwho said you can get off on this? âm not doing this for your pleasure, itâs for mine. itâs always for mine.â you placed the heel on his chest, looming over him with a dark glint in your eyes.Â
a small flash caught the corner or your eye, his phone buzzing away on your vanity. the idea that ran through your head was downright cruel â giving him a chance to regain his breath as you stepped over to grab his phone. opening it, you went back onto only fans. scrolling through all the recent notifications made your blood boil even further â he really didnât understand how serious you were when you said heâs belongs to you and you alone.
âget on the bed.âÂ
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you did the finishing touches, his phone propped up on your desk. the sheets were ruffled, his body twisting and turning as he tugged on his restraints. his eyes were covered with a thick blindfold, arms and legs tied with your expensive scarfs. Â
the beep of the phone signalled it had started, your body stepping into frame. you bent over, tits almost spilling out of your slip dress as you adjusted your mask, waving at the camera. âhi, everyone~â miguel let out a confused grunt, trying to lift his body to no avail. âmiggy has been a bad, bad boy. lying to all you sweet people.â you were smiling under the mask, not that they could see it properly â thankfully.Â
âyou see guys,â you walk over to where he was situated, teasingly running a hand over over his heated face. âi bet you all probably thought my baby here was your absolute fantasy, hm? a big, strong, dom who could put you in your place.â you trail a nail down his throat, fingers running over his hardend nipples. âwell, youâre all wrong.â
you tug on them hard, his hips bucking up as a whiny rumble leaves his lips. âheâs nothing but a submissive little bitch. and heâs all mine.â the chat was going insane, people commenting their disbelief, some questioning who you were, some even thinking you kidnapped him, and the vast majority talking about how hot this was. âyou guys surprised? good, nice the truthâs finally out ainât it. so enjoy this while you can, cause this is gonna be last thing you see on this fuckinâ account.â
miguelâs mouth was bound, the fabric slick with his saliva. his cock was pushing out of the fabric, the teasingly pink tip spewing out constant streams of pre. his heart couldnât beat any faster than it was now, his thighs rubbing together to alleviate the aching throb of his hardness. trying to speak was useless, all he could hear was the clanking of box, things dipping the bed by his feet.
âletâs start with this shall we?â you giggled, grabbing a black vibrator from the box. the buzzing sound was obnoxiously loud, a tell tale sign you had immediately put it on the highest setting. you ran in down his chest, running it over his nipples, trailing it down his abs, and finally reaching his erection. his muffled whines didnât deter you. in fact, it made you want to go even harder. âbe a good boy and behave for mommy, you know your punishment â so shut up and take it.â
the way you sounded so aggressive turned him on to another level. youâre so hot, so sexy when youâre mad â his head nodding mindlessly. âthatâs a good bitch.â the head of the vibrator met his, the sensation sending shockwaves through his body. his eyes welled with tears beneath the mask, sweat dripping down his face as he panted heavily. âmmphf â muh ââ you moved the toy down, rubbing it along the fabric of his boxers. âwhatâs that? canât understand you, i donât speak whore.â
you dropped the vibrator between his thighs, the rounded head landing perfectly on his heavy balls. the moan he let out was borderline pornographic, head slamming back again the soft pillows. you pulled the tight boxers down, shifting the vibrator away to bring it down his thighs. âlook at that cock, so fuckinâ pathetic.â you were sorta lying to yourself. the thickness was mouthwatering, his tip resting completely under his belly button.Â
you pulled his boxers completely off, throwing them to the side as you squeezed his tip with your manicured fingers, oozes of cum trickling out. you placed the vibrator back against his balls, revelling in the obvious shudder of his body. âsee that guys? isnât this so sad? seeing those fat balls all achy and swollen.â you put your lips against his ear, sucking the skin under it. âletâs empty those balls for you, ok?â
his breath hitched, body stilling as he feels you grip his cock tightly. you moved between his thighs, grabbing the lube from beside you. the cold liquid started to make his skin tingle, the slick sounds of your hand rubbing in the lube causing him huff out of his nose. keeping him occupied by jerking his cock slowly, you slid over the cock ring by your feet. your fingers were a bit slippery as you fiddled with the silicone. it finally found its way onto his length, depraving him of the release he craves oh so badly.
he was being so noisy, loud and slightly more clear things coming out of his delirious mouth. you ripped off his mouth gag, the fabric hanging off his neck like a tie. âm-mommy â please, fuck, itâs too m â ugh â much!â that obviously wasnât gonna stop you. your hand reaching back into the box to pull out another gadget.Â
the cock ring conveniently had a vibrating mode, the rapid shaking of the silicone causing his legs to shake from the restriction of his release. miguelâs plump lips stayed parted, quick puffs of air leaving his mouth. âfhucccckkk â mommy, needâŠneed to cum.â you just smiled, sliding off the bed as you slipped off your dress, throwing it by his boxers.
you bent over, not so subtly exposing your little surprise to the camera â pulling off the blindfold from his face. he blinks, vision blurry as he looks up at you. âhere, baby.âyou place his glasses on his face, standing up in front of him. miguelâs eyes widen like saucers, trailing down your naked body. his eyes catch onto the 7â cock strapped to your lower half, string of the vibrator you had nestled in your tight cunt hanging below it.
âi..oh my god.â he couldnât tear his eyes away, he felt a weird tingling sensation in his chest â stomach tightening in anticipation. âthatâs, uh, g-going in me?â you nod, drizzling the lube on the length of the silicone. âisnât this one of your little fantasies, babe?â giggling, you turned to the camera, bending level with it. âanother surprise, huh? that this hunk of a man wants to get his ass played with.âÂ
he unconsciously spread his legs as much as he could, considering that he was still bound to the bed. you tut, walking over to untie him â rubbing his wrists gently as you gesture for bim to lay on his stomach. he turns around, cock pressed against the sheets and his back to you. âlook at you, baby.â you run your hand over his ass, a palm colliding with the flesh before you spread them open â dropping a glob of spit on his hole. âsuch a dirty, boy. you just want me to fuck you, right? stretch out that tight hole with my fat cock?âÂ
his body shudders, hands gripping the pillow as he buries his face in it. âgod, please â i need you, mommy. i-i want you so bad.â needy slut. you shuffled back, laying against the bed as you lowered your face towards his spread cheeks. your tongue collects the remnants of your saliva, spreading it back over his taint. gripping his hips, you push your tongue in deeper â the cold ball of your tongue piercing grazing his sensitive walls. you make an effort to stretch him out considerably, inserting two of your fingertips into his ass.Â
you scissor them, dropping more spit to help your finger slide in deeper. his back arches deliciously, hips moving in tandem with your movements. his little, whiny gasps were muffled by the pillow, his teeth marks imprinting onto them. you knew he wasnât gonna cum, as long as that cock ring stayed on. you knew he was ready when your fingers were sliding in and out easily. âall nice and prepped for this cock, baby.âÂ
you lifted your hips, aligned the bulbous tip of your cock to his hole, sliding it in till his ass meets your pelvis. the vibrator inside of you turned on, the faint buzzing rubbing against your gummy walls. it was hard to fuck a man when you felt like you were about to squirt all over the bed, your thighs shaking as you pushed in and out of him. âshitâŠso this is how it feels, huh?â miguel looked dazed, his glasses falling off, drool coating his cheeks. he was so fucked out.
you grabbed his jaw, turning him to face the camera â your hips slammed harder against him, other hand resting on his hip. âtell themâŠthem how much you love it when mommy fucks you.â it was hard for you to stay composed too â your stiff clit twitching with every squelching thrust. he nods dumbly, mumbling into the pillow âl-love it, i love mommyâs â nngghh â c-cock.â
âthaaatâs right, good boy. thatâs what youâre good for, being a hole for mommy to use.â he whined deeply, grinding his ass with your rhythm. you can feel something building in your lower tummy, the vibrations speeding up the faster you move. with a silent whimper, you push him off of you â laying on your back, panting softly. a thin layer of swear lines your brow, rolling down your temple as you look at him.
âthis cock ainât gonna ride itself.â
the way his face lit up was quite endearing, his large frame scrambling to straddle you. he was a bit nervous cause of how much bigger he was, scared he would crush you under his weight. âa-are you sure? i donât wanna hurt you-â the hard slap you landed on his ass was enough for him to get a move on â hands resting on your soft tits as he aligns himself with your cock. âah â fuck, itâs so bigâŠâÂ
ânow you know how i feel.â you teased, pinching his hip. ânow ride.â his face heated up, nodding as his body bounced on top of you. it seemed like he learnt from you, hands resting on your knees as he ground, rolled, and bounced his hips. the ring seemed to be working wonders with his cock, the steady vibration causing his tip to drool creamy liquid that dripped onto your stomach. âmommyy, fuck me h-harder! wanna cum for you â âm sorry i was a bad boy, please let me c-cum!â
you caressed his sides, nimble fingers flicking his nipples teasingly before gripping tightly on his hip. you drove your hips up into his, each thrust barely lifting him due to his size so he decided to move up with you â strong thighs able to endure the strain. âso dirtyâŠriding my cock whilst all your little fans watch. you like it donât you? you like everyone seeing what a depraved freak you are.â you grunted, gritting your teeth as your head hit the headboard.
unbeknownst to you, the live was blowing up â over 100k people watching at once. it was something no one had expected but everyone wanted. seeing a greek god of a man being ravaged by a girl much smaller than him â it was the sexiest thing to ever grace that god forsaken website. the donations were flooding in, the live was accumulating 10âs of thousands â the most money miguel had ever made on the site.
the tension coiled tightly within you both, miguel being on the verge of tears with how deep you were hitting, scraping against his prostate. his cock was red a twitching, the cock ring starting to slide off from how slick his length was. you didnât wanna cum, not before he did. the wetness dripping down your thighs was getting harder to ignore, the force of your orgasm feeling like itâd be enough to push the vibrator right out of you.
miguel was whining so loudly, drowning out the sound of your hips meeting. his lips were pulled back in a small snarl, large hand jerking his cock whilst the other groped one of your tits â his flushed face looming over you. âgonna cum,
mommy. g-gonna cum so fuckinâ hard â need it so bad, baby.â you let out a low growl, swatting his hand away from his cock as you held it tightly in your grip, working as a makeshift cock ring. âyouâre not cumming till i do, so be a good boy and wait.â
he whined like a little baby, earning him another hard slap on his ass. the vibrator inside of you was on itâs highest setting, small streams of squirt trickling out of your sore pussy. the friction of your clit rubbing against his balls, the debauched sight of him, the pressure in your core â it was all too much. your hand loosened its grip around his length slightly, rapidly stroking up and down the stiffness, his hips chasing your hands.
âcum then, go ahead and cum like the nasty ,little, bitch, you are.â he nodded, drool sliding down his neck as he squeezed his eyes shut, letting out a stream of curses and broken cries of your name. his cum was so thick, shooting all over your bare chest and catching on your pretty face. your eyes closed in bliss as you licked his cum off of your lips, hips slapping against his rapidly before you freeze, your own orgasm squirting out onto his lower half, the cock you had simultaneously released white, creamy strings of cum deep into his ass.
all you could do was stare at each other, eyes roaming around the others face as a small smile grew on both of your lips. you shook your head, pushing his heavy body off you. your cock drips onto your rug as you walk to his phone to turn off the live, âbye-bye forever, hope you enjoyed!â you giggled, waving a drenched but perfectly manicured hand to the camera.
 you place his phone face down on your desk, climbing into the bed next to miguel â your heart swelling as he rests his head on your plush chest. he was snoring quietly, beefy arms wrapping around your torso tightening when you pressed a kiss to his forehead. miguel had definitely learnt his lesson, making a mental note to delete his account as soon was he wakes up.
maybe it wasnât that bad â being in love.
-happy late halloween!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! đ
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omg plss do a miguel x bimbo reader im in love <3
miguel o'hara stars in... 'HANDY MIGGY'
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a/n ~ I. LOVE. BIMBOS!!!! thank you for the request sweetie, love youđ miguel would deffo love a cute little bimbo, i just know it
summary; you don't know how to change your tyres. why would you? that's what your boyfriend's for!
pairing; miguel o'hara x bimbo!reader
wc; 1.4k+
cw; SMUT!!!!, breeding kink (can you tell i have a breeding kink), semi-public sex, fuckin on the car, reader speaks a bit of spanish, daddy kink, meanish!dom miguel, sub!reader, reader is a bit stupid, princess treatment!, reader is a bad bitch, overstimulation, squirting, orgasm control, teensy bit of aftercare, THEY'RE IN LOVE YOUR HONOR, nawt proofread - i cannot drive, yet.
surely you werenât that dumb? were you?
standing there in the 40° heat - wedge sandals, short skirt with your thong riding high on your hips, sweat-sheened tits spilling our of your cute little crop top. a girl always has to look her best, even when sheâs about to melt into a puddle from the sun. doing things that required you to use your brain wasnât something you did often, thatâs what your boyfriendâs for!Â
to be fair, you were never big on cars. barely passing your drivers test, and your daddy getting you your first car shortly after - you didnât really want to drive around everywhere yourself, the pink porsche taycan collecting dust in your garage, being a passenger princess is the lifestyle now. unfortunately for you, your boyfriend - even though he would collect all the stars in the sky for you if you asked - refuses to let you put that car to waste. so now youâre forced to resurrect the thing, cleaning it up a little bit - andâŠyou have to change the tyreâs.Â
you even forgot about the punctures, after you accidentally drove over a few spikes in the road coming out of the wrong exit - sometimes you question why you ever qualified for a license. all the tyres were severely fucked up, deflated so much they look like they melted into the floor. your daddy gave you a bunch of spares in case (he knew it would) it ever happened. they were just so heavy, though. you werenât built for lugging around fucking tyres - but your boyfriend is!!
so you called him, in the middle of the day, knowing heâs probably busy doing his big man job or whatever - but you knew he would drop everything to come and help you, this is an emergency girl! to no oneâs surprise, he got there within 15 minutes of you ending the call, speeding into your driveway as he jumps out of the car. sometimes, you forget how mouthwateringly sexy your boyfriend is.Â
a tight black compression shirt, matching shorts that clung to his thick thighs - black rimmed sunglasses matching yours pushing his hair back. not to mention the little grimace on his face from stepping out in the heat. âwhatâs up, baby? you ok? need me to get anything for you?â aw, he was so worried. heâs gonna be so pissed when he finds out what you really need him for.
âhi papito, so glad youâre here.â letâs try to sweet talk him a little bit, maybe it wonât be so bad if you give him a little love - the one thing he canât resist. you hold his face in your hands, pressing a glossy kiss on his puckered lips. his brows furrow slightly, big hands resting on your hips as he pulls you close him, a low moan escaping him as he pulls away. âgood to see you too, angel.â he had an amused smirk on his face, lightly caressing your ass under your skirt. ânow, tell me what you need help with.â
nodding, you shyly take his hand in yours and lead him to the garage. it was a mess, to say the least - tools scattered everywhere, tyres rolling around where theyâre not supposed to be, something that looked like grease spilled on the floor. âthe fuck were you tryna do here, babe?â you smiled sheepishly, looking down at the floor before looking back up at him with round eyes.Â
ââŠâm tryna change my tyres.âÂ
he rolled his eyes, placing his hands on his hips as he stared at you - an unimpressed look on his face. âgod, youâre really a-
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- dumb, fuckinâ slut, arenât you?â the hood of your car was covered in a mix of your shared arousal, drool dripping out of your swollen lips down your chest. âonly good for taking this fat cock, hm?â
hard nipples rubbing against your windshield, body jolting violently as your boyfriend abused his cock into your cunt. he was stretching you out so deliciously, his arms under your legs to keep you stable. âm-miggy, mm- fuuuuck, âs too much!â he really didnât care, not when you looked so pretty under him. secretly, he loved how much you would rely on him - seeing that look on your face when youâd ask him for help, shit if it didnât make him so fucking hard. but, god did he love to punish you for it.Â
âtoo much for your stupid, little brain, baby? yâre so cute, you know that?â nodding dumbly, you grind your hips back onto his, flipping up your skirt to slam your ass onto his pelvis so he can watch the cheeks ripple. miguel let out a low growl, slamming a hand down by your head so he can lean against your back, the other gripping your hip. âjust wanna fuck you âtill youâre nothinâ but a senseless breeding bitch fâr me.â his breathing was heavy against your ear, sharp teeth nicking at the sensitive skin.Â
âyouâd like that, wouldnât you muñeca? quieres que te llene de mi semen. esta linda barriga toda pesada con mis bebĂ©s. wouldnât let you raise a finger again, âm gonna do everything fâr you - since youâre too fuckinâ dumb to do it yourself, gorgeous.â he had such a mouth on him, didnât he. that didnât sound too bad, being a stay at home mum. as long as you donât have to do anything, then youâd happily stay plugged up with his cum all the time.
his balls were heavy, smacking against your stiff clit as he worked your hips back on him. the sensations were overwhelming. every ounce of your body was feeling the pleasure, the reflection of his strained face through the windshield making you clench tightly around him. he hissed, smacking your cunt before gripping your neck and holding you against his hard chest. âstop fuckinâ clenching. if thereâs anything that small brain of yours should comprehend, itâs donât cum till i tell you to.âÂ
âpapitooo- please, i needâta cum - i can feel it, baby!â you, poor, poor thing. too bad he doesnât give a fuck. he pounded into you even harder, blunt head bullying your cervix. he quickly flipped you around, pressing your back onto the car as he gripped your hips, grinding slowly into you. âhold it.â
angling his hips just right, he drove his fat cock deeper into you, coarse hairs tickling your clit. his fingers trailed up your body, ripping your shirt as he flicked your nipples, spitting on your chest to get them nice and wet. âyâre so pretty, mm, my pretty baby.â his balls tightened, cock twitching hard inside of you as his tip drooled all over your walls.
âgonna cum in your tight, fuckinâ cunt, babe - rub your clit fâr me, or is that too hard for you?â he was so cruel but so sweet. sadistically watching your shaky fingers work your aching clit as his pelvis slammed into you. âgoood girl. squirt fâr me, muñeca.â he gazed deep into your eyes, big hands caressing your cheek.Â
it all gushed out at once, a heavy stream jetting out of your and coating his chest as he let out a deep chuckles, plugging you up with his girth. he fucked you through it, pinching at your throbbing bud as you shook in his hold. âw-wait, miggy, âm too sensitive!â he grabbed your wrists, pinning them to the car. he let out a low snarl, covering you completely as he rammed deep inside. âquiet. keep that pretty mouth shut.â he didnât realise how much that would set him off, his orgasm coming before he could even process it.
his whole body tensed up, ass clenching, fingers bruising your hips, hips jutting in and out of you - filling you to the brim with his cum. he was breathing sluggishly, pulling your hips down towards him to keep all his seed inside. âyouâŠyou did so good, baby. i love you, yeah? so much.â he whispered, leaning down to kiss your face affectionately. âi love you too, papito.â
you stayed there for a few minutes, wrapped up in each other as you found each others lips, making out smoothly on the car. you pulled a way, placing a hand on his chest - staring at the new tyres that he fixed on for you. âmigs?â he nodded, kissing and biting your neck.
âhow do i change the oil?â
-quieres que te llene de mi semen. esta linda barriga toda pesada con mis bebés - you want to be filled with my cum. this cute tummy all heavy with my babies.
-muñeca - doll
-papito - daddy
-i wanna be a bimbo doll!
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hi! i absolutely love your spider-barbie x miguel fic! could you pls do a miguel x fashion reader who loves wearing pretty dresses and skirts but he gets a little possessive and then other stuff ensues..
miguel o'hara stars in... 'MY DRESS UP DARLING' âĄ(>áŽâą)
a/n~ this request is so cute omg i always wanted to be a fashion designer so i kinda channelled that. i was thinking of valdrin sahiti's dresses the whole time, also POSSESSIVE MIGUELL AHHH!! enjoy my lovely đđđđ
summary; miguel loves it when you dress up, only for him though. no one else.
wc; 1.6k+
pairings; husband!miguel o'hara x wife!fashion designer!reader
cw; SMUT!!, voyeurism, breeding kink, possessive behaviour, fingering, meanish-soft?dom!miguel, sub!reader p in v, tit slapping like once, a guy watches you two fuck, is dirty (ïżŁâœïżŁ*)ă, nawt proofread - this took me like 2 days to write m a busy girlie
you were just so gorgeous. ever since you and miguel started living together you completely took over the space in your shared closet with the most beautiful pieces of clothes heâs ever laid eyes on, eventually leading to miguel spending a whole week making you your own walk-in closet. he took you out shopping after that, since you had all this new space - why not fill it with even more clothes?
typically, you liked to design your own. dresses of all shapes and sizes, skirts too, but miguel loved spoiling you too much - besides, he loves it when you dress up for him. he booked you a private fitting in one of the top boutiques in nueva york, you would talk his ear off about how badly you wanted a dress from them, sending him pics of all the new pieces theyâd put out. whatâs better than spending quality time with his baby?
when you two arrived at the boutique, you were greeted by a young man. he was handsome, not as handsome as your husband, but still handsome. he smiled brightly at you whilst handing you a glass of champagne before turning to miguel and doing the same. âgood afternoon mrs. oâhara, mr. oâhara. weâll sure to make this the most memorable experience for you, seeing as your husband booked the most expensive service we offer. but a beautiful lady like yourself deserves the best, regardless.â the little fucker winked at you. miguel was slowly starting to regret coming here, seeing you blush faintly from the compliment made his blood boil.
the man attempted to put his hand in yours, trying to guide you to the fitting rooms - did he want to get fucked up? miguel let out a low growl, wrapping an arm around your waist a pulling you close to him. âwell? lead the way then.âÂ
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for the most part, miguel was enjoying watching you dress up so prettily. everything fit you like a glove, all of the dresses chosen specifically from your instagram collections and your pinterest boards. adjusting himself, he eyed you hungrily. this dress was just perfect. it looked so similar to your wedding dress, you looked so beautiful in it - even more so when he fucked you in that same night. he had picked this dress out for you specifically and he was secretly crossing his fingers in hopes that you liked it, and like it you did. but someone else liked it too, a bit too much.
the shop assistant stood at the side of the platform, gawking at you. obviously, miguel knew his wife was a whole goddess, too good for this world - but this guy was staring so shamelessly at you. he couldnât allow that, nuh uh. âdâyou like the dress, my love? i picked it out for you, knew youâd look so sexy in it.â miguel stands behind you now, large hands caressing your hips as he presses himself against you. he whispered into your ear but it was 100% loud enough for the assistant to hear, seeing as his face started to turn a deep red at the pda.
this only fuelled miguel to go even further, lipâs latching onto your sensitive neck, sucking on the skin. one of his hands moves up the dress, skimming the fat of your exposed cleavage before pushing under the fabric to grope your tit, thumb rubbing teasing circles over your pert nipples. âthis dress was made for you, doll, no one could wear it like you do.â he spun you around, both hands gripping onto your ass. his hard cock presses into your stomach, your hand coming up to his chest, pure embarrassment on your face. âh-honey,â you had to get on your tip-toes to whisper to your behemoth of a husband, holding onto his shoulders. âwhat are you doing? canât you wait till we get home, baby?âÂ
he smiled, brushing his hand along the side of your face. âhow else am i gonna teach that little perv a lesson if weâre at home, hm? look at him, love. heâs probably gonna get off to this later.â you would think the guy isnât even there with the way that miguel completely disregarded his presence, talking about him so openly like he wasnât even there. but miguel didnât give a fuck, patting your ass to get you to jump onto him, wrapping your legs tightly around his thin waist.
he sat down on the sofa in front of the mirror, deftly hiking up the dress to bunch up just above your plump ass, palming his hands over the skin. giving the assistant a view to remember, he pushed your thong to the side, creamy strings of arousal cling onto the fabric. you were wet, so wet - your sexy husband was feeling you up, what else could you do? âmĂrate, empadada para mĂ. youâre such a dirty girl, eh love? or is it that you like being watched?â three fingers plunged into you, he moved them teasingly slow, pressing them up against the most sensitive spots - curling them, moving faster and faster until he feels you clench around his thick fingers.Â
âyou gonna cum, sweetheart?â he slows his fingers down to a gentle grind, thumb flicking your swollen clit. your soft whines and whimpers were just too cute, he can see the guyâs hard-on - his shaky hands dipping under the waistband of his slacks. âmmh - y-yeahhh, feels so g-good.â your hips were moving so salaciously against his hands, the urge to give in to you was becoming harder to resist for miguel. but he had to make sure that idiot learnt not to fuck with whatâs his. he pulled his fingers out of your soaked cunt, licking your essence of his fingers before lifting you up and turning you around in his lap, your pussy exposed for the assistant to see.
âbaby, whatâre you-â you could hear the sound of a belt unbuckling behind you, and the wet slap of your husbandâs tip against his toned stomach. he places a hand on your lower back, arching it whilst the other comes to pull the front of your dress down - perky tits spilling out of the lacy front. âlift your hips for me, love.â he slips his thick cock under, smacking his tip against your clit, pre smearing all over it. âfuck, honey, please i need you.â of course, he could never say no to you.Â
he pushed himself inside of you, pulling you back down. keeping a fast pace, the wet sounds of your ass meeting his hips reverberated throughout the room, one of his hands groping your tits. âyou like that, baby? you - fuck - you like getting fucked like the little slut you are, moaninâ my name like that.â drool was slipping out of your mouth, running down your chest. all you could let out were garbled whimpers and moans, your smaller hands gripping his arms as he used you like a fleshlight.
the assistants hand was moving rapidly under his slacks, his eyes trained on the sight of miguelâs cock stretching you out so deliciously. you lost all feelings of embarrassment long ago, your shaky hands rubbing tight circles against your swollen clit. miguel cursed under his breath, his own voice slightly shaken, his large hand splayed against your stomach. the outline of his cock pressed against his hand, he was so, so deep in you. âshitâŠwould you look at that.â he ran his thumb over the outline of his tip, hips stuttering as a jolt of pleasure racked both of your bodies.Â
âgod, fuck - âm gonna fill this sweet pussy up. you always wanted me to knock you up, right love?â he smacks your tit, the flesh jiggling in his palms as he quickens his thrusts. âsee my girls swollen with milk, this beautiful belly of yours all heavy with our babies. everyone will know youâre mine, âm never letting you go - iâll fuck as many babies as i have to in this tight cunt to make you remember that.â
your thighs trembled at his words, fingers on your clit sloppy as you clench tightly around him, a broken whine of his name leaving your lips. squirting all over the sofa, his cock almost pushed out of you from the force of your orgasm. the faint whimper from the corner tells you both the assistant finished too, his arm draped along his face. miguel was so close, pushing his cock as deep as it could go, forcing more liquid out of your quivering cunt.
âthaaatâs it, baby, youâre so gorgeous when you cum. f-fuck - take it, fucking take all of my cum.â his hips push against you two, three more times before he spills his load inside, the thick, creamy liquid seeping out and pooling at the base of his cock. he ruts against you slowly, pushing his cum back into you - pressing kisses down the side of your sweaty neck. âyou did so good for me, i love you so much.â you smiled deliriously, pressing a deep kiss on his spit soaked lips. âmmm, i love you too, honey.â
his gaze then locks onto the assistant, eyes narrowed and demanding. he hold you tightly against him, hand caressing your ass lovingly. âyou. ring up all of this shit, sheâll keep this one on.â he nods frantically, tripping over himself as he grabs all the dresses on the racks. âone more thing,â
âwhen youâre done, do me a favour and quit. i donât wanna see you here again.â
âmiguel!â
- mĂrate, empadada para mĂ. - look at you, so wet for me
-come into my mouth, come into my mouth in the name of the lord
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ok but nerd!miguel & piss kink.. idk.. thoughts r thunking..
(he luvs the humiliation of it all. thatâs all ima say.)
miguel oâhara stars in⊠âGOLDEN SHOWERSâ (*â§ââŠ*)
a/n ~ this exactly what you think it is, digital footprint goes crazy. THANK YOU ANNONIEE!!!!! love youđ©· nerd!miguel creds to @nymphomatique đ
pairing; nerd!miguel x rich!fem!reader
wc; 800+
cw; SMUT!! filth, miguel and reader are a bit drunk, literally just piss and fucking. NAWT PROOFREAD - i finished this on the train
This was not how tonight was supposed to go.
He had took the initiative for the first time in your relationship, inviting you to his dorm for a little private party to celebrate you passing your recent test â one he helped you study for. What he wasnât anticipating was half of your class showing up too. His heart was pounding out of his chest, fingers shaking slightly as he gripped the red cup in his hand.
The whole night heâd been downing drink after drink, the small amount of people doing nothing to calm his nerves â the music was booming, bodies grinding against each other, the sickening smell of alcohol in the air. âHeyyyy, Miggy! Thanks for throwing this party for me, youâre too sweet, baby.â He couldnât help but blush at the slurred praise, regardless of if he actually intended to throw this party or not.
Your smile was just too pretty. Even under the dark lighting, he could see the shimmering of your tongue piercing â smiley poking out beneath your glossy lips. âYouâreâŠYouâre welcome.â The closer you get, the more his stomach falls to his ass. The drink in his hand goes down somewhat smoothly as the cup in crushed between his strong fingers, the same ones making their way to your exposed hips.
âOh, someoneâs feeling bold, hm? You wanna dance, then letâs dance.â
The way your hips swayed against his own was sinfully delicious, his mind slightly fuzzy as the substance intoxicated his thoughts. It was hard to stay focused regardless when having some as beautiful as you throwing your ass back against him in front of all these people â but heâs had one too many drinks to give a fuck about the stares, all he wants is you.
So he has you, bent over his bathroom sink â your heels scraping against the paint of his bathtub. âF-Fuuuck, miggy! Slow d â nngh â own.â The music was loud enough that no one could hear the way he was absolutely ruining your little pussy, a concoction of your shared fluids dripping out of you and down your sore thighs. Your tits were so soft, his thumbs gently caressing the cool barbells â tugging on them to bring out your cute little whimpers.
âMyâŠshit â my bad, mommy. âS just, t-this pussyâs too fuckinâ tight â canâtâŠcanât stop.â Not that he wanted too, despite your complaints you couldnât stop sucking his fat cock right back inside of you. It felt like you were wringing him dry, suctioning out everything he had to give you. At his current state, he knew he wasnât gonna last very long â but poor Miggy couldnât really tell the difference between the sensations he was feeling right now.
It was a familiar feeling nonetheless, the pressure on his lower stomach, the clenching, throbbing â but those drinks were starting to catch up with him, fast. The pressure on his bladder was getting worse with each slam of his hips against your ass, sending tremors throughout him. âM-Mommy? Iâm â I thinkâŠâm gonna - ugh, shit!â You knew, from the amount of liquid you saw him consuming â you knew. âGonna what, pretty boy? You gonna cum, or is there something youâre not tellinâ me?â
Jesus, your smile. The way you looked back at him, gripping onto the sink for leverage to grind back against him â sinking the blunt tip of his cock righttt against your womb. He cheeks were flushed both from the alcohol and from embarrassment, he was not about to tell you what you wanted to hear â you clearly had clocked on already so whatâs the point of telling you what you already know?
His hips stuttered, the force of his release threatening to push his cock out of your stained hole. âGod, youâre so dirty, Migs â âs like youâve been waiting to do this, hm?â It felt so strange, the sudden warmness coating your walls as a steady stream of his piss left his sore tip. âS-Shit, sorry, IâŠI couldnât control it.â He quickly pulled out, letting it drip onto the floor. Miguel wasnât really sorry though, not with the way you were clenching sporadically around nothing â the look you gave him the moment he filled you up.
His mind is a vault of nasty, nasty things he wants to do to you â the sight of you now has him unconsciously stroking his soaked length, he was already so close to cumming anyway. But of course, he always, always, came inside his pretty mommy â canât let it go to waste when he could be giving you a little baby instead. Squeezing his base, he pushed himself back inside of you â the fucked out moan you let out making his breath hitch.
The fat of your ass rippled against his pelvis as he pounded back into you, a messy mix of his cum and piss creaming where you two were connected. His hands anchored your waist, arching your back so he can fuck himself that much deeper in you.
âOne more, mommy â let me fill you up one more time.â
-iâm sorry đ
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đ omg I absolutely loved the way u wrote spider barbie!!! Thanks again so much!! đâš
If itâs not too much of a bother, I would like to send in another request lol. đ
(unless thereâs a limit on how many requests can be sent, I completely understand đ)
I would like to request Miguel OâHaraxfem!Jessica rabbit inspired reader. Sheâs the most beautiful & generous spider woman across the multiverse, which makes sense since sheâs also the most desired among the spiders. Maybe one day sheâs hanging out w/ her friends (Miles, Gwen, Hobie, Pavitr, & Peter) at the spider society cafeteria when everyone in the group could be discussing their Valentineâs Day plans. Until they decide to ask her if she has a date or any upcoming plans (The spider gang not knowing sheâs already married to Miguel đ) When asked she just zones out and has flashbacks about all the multiple dates her and miguel went on throughout the multiverse, including the spicy times they shared together~ đ
When asked again, she lets them know tht sheâs already in an established relationship w/ Miguel; which makes the spider gangâs jaws drop bcuz even though miguel is a good looking guy they canât understand how a ray of sunshine like her ended up with someone as serious and angry like Miguel đ
The spider gang could ask: âWhat do u see in tht guy?!?!â đ±
Spider-reader: âHe makes me laugh..đâ
Thanks again! đđđ»
miguel o'hara stars in... 'WAIT...YOU'RE ROGER RABBIT?' (°ă°) !
a/n ~ i absolutely love jessica rabbit, girlboss, she's so hot. TYSM for this request my love!!!! there's never a limit ( ` Ï ÂŽ ) send as many as you want bby đ i went a little overboard but this was so fun to write!! ALSO ITS MIGUELS BIRTHDAY!!
summary; it's valentine's day at hq, and everyone can't help but wonder why you're still single.
pairing; miguel o'hara x reader
wc; 2.3k+
cw; FLUFF!! SMUT!!, secret relationship, pining, no one can believe you n miguel are together, loss of virginity, m!masturbation, pillow fuckin, fleshlights, miguel fucks an ai you, first time, established relationship, reader is very popular, day dreaming abt miguel (real), they're just in love, nawt proofread - crying over this
valentineâs day at hq was always fun - for you least.
every year since you joined the spider society it seemed like the gifts would multiply - what stared out as some cute cards and a couple boxes of chocolate eventually turned into bouquets of roses, teddies, gifts, and even declarationâs of love. it was all flattering, honestly. to know that so many people admired you was a great feeling, even if you canât reciprocate - itâs the sentiment that counts. but unfortunately you were already spoken for - by none other than your own boss, your fiancĂ©, miguel.Â
having started with such a beloved reputation was one of the main reasons your husband-to-be actually avoided you at first. it was like you had your own personal fan club - spidersâ following you around where you go, people offering to by you lunch, begging miguel to put you on a mission with them, showering you with compliments. you were really irritating to him, another distraction he didnât have the time to deal with - not that he wanted to anyway. well, that was until he did.Â
gradually, he started to notice how your eyes would light up when youâd see something you like, how youâd wear that one perfume thats scent would linger a bit too long in the air, ages after youâve already sped off down the hallway. he warmed up to you eventually, leading to you two spending a lot more time together. little dates in the different universes, him picking up a little souvenir for you on missions and you doing the same - eventually leading to you two moving in together, and then him proposing. keeping you twoâs relationship a secret was a decision that you both had to make, considering how popular you were and that miguelâs your boss. so every valentineâs day, you both celebrate together privately in miguelâs nueva york condo - exchanging gifts and kisses, drinking till you fall asleep in each otherâs arms. this year, however, was a little different.Â
hiding a relationship isnât the easiest thing in the word, especially at a time like this - when all you want to do is pounce on your fiancĂ© every time you see him ân kiss him till youâre both breathless. it was getting tiring. itâs the day of love and you canât do the one thing the day is about, love someone. youâd both send lingering glances at each other throughout the day, sneaky touches when no oneâs looking, maybe even a few quick make out seshâs in miguelâs office. you both knew you wouldnât make it through the rest of the day, eventually separating as you sat in the canteen with some of your spider-friends - ones miguel wasnât very keen on eating lunch with, leading to him retreating back to his office alone.Â
the table was buzzing as everyone mentioned their plans for the day - miles taking gwen to his universe on a little day out that he swears isnât a date, pav and gayatri going to her new movie, peter and mj having someone babysit mayday so they can go on a long-overdue date, and hobie - well, he doesnât believe in valentineâs, i guess. you so badly wanted to join in, silently chewing on your âspider-man 2099â themed burger. your fiancĂ© was basically everywhere, how can you not miss him - even if heâs just a couple minutes walk from you. it was bittersweet, to say the least, to listen to your friends so passionately-Â
âhey, y/n, any plans this year? please tell me youâre finally dating someone.â the sudden voice made you jump, eyes widening as you look at the culprit, a sly smile on her face. âuhhh, n-no not really.â that was a lie. the whole table groaned their complaints, all still in disbelief that youâre still not seeing anyone. âyou serious? love, look at you - and look at them.â hobie gestures to the crowd forming behind the table, all of them holding some sort of gift for you - some moreâŠextravagant than the rest. âthereâs no way that you canât find someone, babe.â i mean, technically, he was right - you could practically get anyone you wanted. but, you already got what you want, and thatâs miguel.Â
heâs your everything. despite the turbulent start you both had, it was all worth it in the end. miguel loves like youâre his last - which you are, and his first too - in all aspects. hearing your boss was a virgin was even more shocking then him admitting his feelings for you - cause, like, how? you tried so hard not to laugh, he couldnât be serious. it turns out he was very, very, very serious. you felt so bad, running up to him and holding him tightly - reassuring him that is was ok, that there was nothing wrong with being a virgin no matter his age. you took it slow for the first few months, nothing more than heated kisses and a bit of groping but it never went further than that. to be honest, you were scared. miguel was nothing short of impatient to feel you, to finally sink his cock into you after centuries of you denying him of that. you knew, of course, how desperate he was - but it was a big deal to you. the thing was, you were a virgin too. it was too sudden to mention so you went with keeping it a secret, but damn was it getting harder to not give in. the thought of him leaving after fucking you was at the forefront of your mind, you obviously knew he wouldnât - but men are still men, right?
when he did find out, it went a hell of a lot better than you expected it to. both of you deciding to take your time learning each otherâs bodies, exploring new likes and dislikes, discovering new kinks, and overall - strengthening the love you both hold for each other. your first time was magical. it was exactly three years ago now, on valentines day, sprawled out on miguelâs plush, king sized bed.
âf-fhhuck, feels so good, baby. areâŠare you doing ok, sweetheart?â
he was so attentive, making sure you felt as comfortable as possible, constantly asking if youâre feeling alright. it couldnât have been more perfect. miguelâs large frame engulfed you as you sat in his. lap, his body pressed against the headboard. holding you close, he guided your hips slowly against his slick cock, the stretch momentarily caused a sharp pain to run through your body - miguel soothing you with sweet, wet kisses down the side of your sweaty neck. his large hands roamed your body, gripping your hips, waist, gently kneading your ass. the room felt hot, sweat mixing together as your hips move in tandem with his own - it was a prime example of love making. breathless kisses were shared, lips slotting together sloppily as you rode him eagerly - you were such a sight on top of him, a goddess sent just for him. âmig- baby, youâre so- shit, youâre so perfect.â no, you were perfect. soft skin pressing against his solid body, tits rubbing on his - slick running down his length. your moans were like a chorus of angels singing down to him, his heart almost pounding out of his chest from the love he feels for you.Â
sharing a moment like this together was a turning point in your relationship. giving each other your virginities, connecting in a way you will never experience with anyone else - you were made for each other. his hips sped up, slamming into your sore cunt as he wrapped his arms around your waist. digging his feet into the soft sheets and pulling your hot body into his, lips latching onto your jaw. you still couldnât believe he was a virgin before he met you. the way he moved, the way his tip would hit that one spot deep by your cervix, the way his thick fingers would caress your aching nipples - he had to have had some sort of experience. but the truth was, miguel had little to no sex drive. not feeling compelled at all to even rub one off, he was too busy after all - trying to keep the multiverse in tact. that all changed when he met you. suddenly, in his 30 years of living, did he have his first wet dream - and it was about you.Â
he felt like a teenager again, learning things for the first time. watching porn for the first time was something, spending hours looking for a woman who looks somewhat like you - much to the interest and concern of LYLA. this was very serious to him, knowing that he would eventually fuck you - he would spend all his free time learning how to please you properly. tutorials, articles, and just plain amateur porn were his best friends. he would practice with his pillow, even buying a fleshlight to stick between it to just make it a little bit more realistic. at one point, he felt like he completely lost it. spending months learning how to fuck you wasnât making him feel any better, he didnât feel like he really knew how to please you. so what did he do? he made a holographic version of you, of course!
programming it to be exactly like you, using your measurements from when he made your suit to get your body as accurate as possible. it wasnât really you, but it was good enough. he still had to work out the kinks but he was getting there. he ditched the porn completely, using ai you to progress instead. fucking an ai isnât as easy as you think, but it was enough to help him figure out what positions he wants you in, even what ones youâd like statistically. miguel never did end up telling you about it, keeping ai you locked away in a secret folder. he was no stranger in letting you know how obsessed he was with you, but this was just embarrassing to him - and knowing you, he would never live this down. but donât worry, LYLAâs always here to remind him time and time again.Â
miguel was never the same after he lost his virginity to you - he became insatiable. it was like a switch flipped in his brain and suddenly he was always horny for you, quickies in his office becoming daily occurrences. speaking of quickies, you could feel his cum from earlier pooling in your panties right now-Â
âyn? YN! is she- is she ok?â ohâŠyou were at lunch still. everyone at the table was staring at. you with raised brows, silently intimidating you into spilling what you were so engrossed in to the point where you missed the whole conversation. you obviously werenât about to tell them you were just thinking of their boss fucking you into next week, like come on - think about the kids, guys. âiâŠi, uh- it was nothing really. sorry about that, just zoned out for a sec.â it was something, someone as a matter of fact. you might as well tell them, whatâs the harm in it? youâre only gonna get absolutely bombarded by everyone and anyone in hq but thatâs the least of your worries. the table had seemingly moved on, chatting about their plans again before you jumped in - âactually, i do have plans.â that certainly got their attention. all eyes were on you, even the crowd still lingering behind perked up at your comment, leaning closer to hear what you had to say.Â
âme ân miguel were just gonna stay ho-âÂ
âMIGUEL?!â
gasps. thatâs all you could hear. everyones jaws were dropped, blinking their eyes at you like a bunch of frogs. âwhat? am i not allowed to spend time with my fiancĂ©-â
âFIANCĂ?!â
itâs like every time you spoke it got worse, the table erupting in shouts of disbelief - it was getting difficult to speak over them, the constant questions being thrown at you were overwhelming to say the least. you werenât obligated to explain yourself, love is love - even if itâs between someone as lovely and sweet as you, and someone as moody and feral as miguel. you guys made it work and thatâs all that matters! someone else had something to say on the matter though, the commotion prompting miguel to emerge out of his cave and head straight to you.
âas i was saying, heâs my fiancĂ©, we always spend valentines together. miguel is a great guy. yeah, heâs an asshole - but you just gotta get to know him.â youâre not wrong, miguel certainly seems to agree. the table went silent, staring up at his figure looming over you. âi donât appreciate you guys harassing my wife. now, if you have no further questions - we have plans tonight, that donât involve people prying into our privacy.â you spun around in your seat, looking up at him sheepishly. his eyes seemed to warm up at bit, a large hand reaching out to you - one that you immediately take. he held you close to him, interlocking your fingers tightly as he addressed the table. âandâŠour wedding is next year. youâre all only invited âcause she wanted you guys there. do not disappoint her.â with that, he turns on his heels, dragging you along with him - he didnât want to deal with them anymore, not when he had the rest of the day to spend loving you instead.Â
âbaby, yâsure youâre ok with everyone knowing aboutâŠus?â that was a stupid question. of course he was, youâre his - and heâs yours. âyouâre about to be my wife cariño, todo el mundo necesita saber que estĂĄs fuera de los lĂmites - âspecially that fuckinâ fan club of yours.â he was such a big baby, pouting like that. âoh my god! youâre jealous of a bunch of kids who have a little crush on me, babe. âsides, i think itâs quite cute - i got so much chocolate this year-â
âthrow them away, iâm getting you all that and more.â
-cariño, todo el mundo necesita saber que estĂĄs fuera de los lĂmites - sweetheart, everyone needs to know you're off limits
-the miguel figure on my dresser says hi!
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We need a soulmate au with Miguel! There are barely any in this fandom with reader x miguel and itâs such a cute trope!
Especially with someone who isnât a complete sunshine, just a reader who is as equally as cold and uninterested in the idea of âsoulmatesâ as Miguel would be, yet they both finds themselves naturally drawn to one another.
miguel oâhara stars in⊠âYOU AND ME, ALWAYS TOGETHERâ (=ïŸÏïŸ)ïŸăœ(^o^)
a/n ~ NO SMUT?? OH EM GEE! this was so cute i loved it sm! and yes, im sorry but i hate the sunshine reader ficsđ GIMMIE EMO READER AND GRUMPY MIGGY!!
summary; your futures were sealed from the moment you both met, you two just had to accept it.
pairing; miguel oâhara x reader
wc; 1.5k
cw; FLUFF! minor angst, soulmate au!, i think reader is mostly gn! pls tell me if notđ©·, blood, injuries, mutual pining, kissing, reader has a little panic attack, love love love, spanish not translated, NAWT PROOFREAD - we all caps now
As much as he hated to admit it, Miguel always knew you were different.
Miguel was cautious of those around him, guarding his heart against anyone he deemed was getting a bit too close. And you â you were no exception, well, at the start. You were no ray of sunshine, thatâs for sure. The way you carried yourself, so nonchalantly â almost rivalling Miguel in his own game.
He thinks about the day he first met you often, the curt nod you gave when he reluctantly invited you into the society. The moment he locked eyes with you, something changed. Maybe it was the adrenaline from the fight, or maybe it was the way your bored eyes brightened ever so slightly as you looked at him. Whatever it was, he didnât like the way his heart momentarily skipped a beat.
He knew you felt it too, that small spark in your belly. It was impossible to ignore him, not just because heâs your boss â but because you didnât want to. Every time you were around him the world seemed to look a little brighter, blending colours of you twoâs shared connection to create an opening for you both to find each other â to explore the depths of that tumultuous abyss.
It was too good to be true, anyway. The idea of being connected to someone like that, having a âsoulmateâ, was downright stupid. You both were too busy protecting the multiverse to worry about something as trivial as love â Miguel scoured the timelines, and no matter how hard he tried, a love of his own was not part of it.
Yet you couldnât seem to leave each other alone. The bond between the both of you constantly drawing you back to him, and him back to you. It was small things at first, asking you to go over some
mission reports, double checking data that he had already triple checked with you â then it was asking if you wanted an empanada from the canteen, bringing you coffee when he noticed your tired state, sitting you on his desk as he patched up your injuries.
It infuriated you to no end. Harbouring these feelings deep inside of you, you knew deep down you may be overreactingâ but this had to stop. It would never work. Itâs all you could tell yourself as you sat in silence, your mask covering your distressed face as he rambled on about the details of the next mission. âYouâre with me, letâs go.â
âHuh?â You were so cute. It was a look that heâs never seen on you before, your eyes widened slightly, mouth open in a small pout. âThe mission. Youâre coming with me, so get moving.â That was the last thing you really wanted, being in direct contact with Miguel. A small part of you feltâŠexcited? It was a strange feeling, one you didnât welcome with open arms â pushing it down with a roll of your eyes and a small huff as you followed Miguel through the portal.
The universe you were in was practically a wasteland. It was unlike any youâve seen before and it didnât sit right with you at all. The air was filled with a noxious green smog, buildings seemingly crumbling with every swing the two of you took. âThis is gonna be quick, capture the anomaly and we go. Do not engage unless it attacks first.â His stern voice cut through the heavy silence, your head flitting over to where he was perched on a rooftop.
âYeah, ok, no problem.â It took everything for you not to respond with some sarcastic remark, the vibe here was too unsettling for you to take a jab at Miguel. He could sense something was off, not with this world â but with you. It was like he had a sixth sense, always knowing when you were upset, angry, happy, hungry. He didnât think much of it, but something about today made the sense so much more intense.
He was next to you in an instant, towering over you as he blocked your vision of the world in front of you. âHey, cariño, look at me.â Miguelâs voice had never been softer, even though there was still that gravelly undertone â it was calming, enough to get you to lift your head. The pure distress on your face made his gut twist in anguish, feeling his own anxiety picking up â he hadnât felt like that in years. Those rough hands of his held your cheeks, so gently, as his thumb caressed the warm skin.
âYou know I donât like seeing you like this â all worried. I wouldnât have brought you here if I didnât think you were capable of handling yourself, nena.â
âI knowâŠbut I-â
âAh â no buts. What you arenât gonna do right now is doubt yourself. Iâve known you for 8 years now, and the last thing I think when I see you is âquitterâ. So get your ass together so we can finish this and go home.â Another curt nod, but this time there was the small hint of a smile on your face â the fire in your eyes reigniting at his words.
âBueña chica. Câmon the anomaly should be just ââ
It was barely touching you. The end of a sharp spike close to penetrating the tender skin of your stomach â but for some reason the pain was unbearable. It felt like blood was pooling in your organs, only there was none. The quietness interrupted as soft patter of crimson droplets hit the jagged concrete of the roof.
Your eyes trailed up, Miguelâs face uncharacteristically contorted into one of something akin to fear â the gaping hole in his stomach revealing itself when the thick shard slides out of it, the anomaly making unintelligible clicks and groans behind him. âNoâŠno, Miguel!â The pain you felt directly mirrored his, your screams of anguish piercing the sensitive ears of the creature â its scaly body slithering off before you could stop it.
âMiguel? Miguel, stay with me ok â weâre going home, I-Iâm gonna open the portal now and weâre gonna get you some help.â He could hear how fast your heart was beating, rings of red invading your eyes as tears pooled along with it. Even with the doughnut-sized hole in his torso, he couldnât help but smile at how cute you were when youâre worried â the pain subsiding momentarily. âEy, ÂĄcarajo!, cĂĄlmate cariño. IâŠIâll be ok, nothing I canât handle.â
âMiguel, respectfully, thatâs bullshit â thereâs quite literally a whole carved out of you and you wanna sit here and tell me youâll be ok? Weâre going back right now, youâre not fucking dying on me.â Turning, you tapped around on your watch â opening a portal back to the HQ. Miguelâs presence behind you didnât go unnoticed, despite his fatal, in your eyes, injury â he still found the time to tease you when he should be on the ground fighting for his life.
âHow many times am I gonna have to tell you to look at me?â Was his voice always that deep, that sultry. His hands trail up your arm, grasping your wrist gently to stop your movements. The world turns as your spun round, eye-to-chest with Miguel before he lifts your head by your chin. He guides your hand towards his stomach, your hand meeting his firm muscles. âWhere â Where did itâŠ?â He chuckles deeply, shaking his head.
âTold you itâs nothing I canât handle.â He was smiling, genuinely smiling as he looked at you â his eyes softening as he looked down at your expression. You were spluttering, hands waving around as you tried to process what youâre looking at â the hole now completely sealed as if nothing happened. Miguelâs rough hands cupped your cheeks, eyes flickering down to your lips â his own face heating up slightly.
You pause, hands shaking coming to grasp onto his shoulders â your bodies coming to press against each other. It was straight out of a movie, a dysfunctional one at that, but a movie nonetheless â faces meeting in the middle as your lips collide, tongues gently dancing. One of his hands move to grip your hips through the fabric of your suit, blunt nails digging into the fat as he grunts out curses against your spit soaked lips.
A few heated minutes pass and he breaks the kiss, panting down at you. âLetâs go capture that fucker.â You nod, your face lighting up from that bright smile you put on â once dull eyes sparkling up at him. âAnd after, Iâm taking you out to that buffet place you keep talking about.â
Your hearts were beating in sync, everything perfectly aligned as you both finally found each other. Youâre future together slotting into the timeline, the shared acknowledgement of your connection coming to fruition.
Whether you believed it or not, you two were soulmates, and nothing would change that.
-if you put a buck in my cup
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geto suguru stars in... 'CHOKE ME OUT' (â_@)
a/n ~ thinkin about when kenjaku was drooling as he choked himself...yeaaaaaaaa
summary; play fighting with your man leads to some...interesting discoveries.
wc; 700+
pairing; geto suguru x reader
cw; SMUT!!, m!masturbation, choking kink, switch!geto, switch!reader, thigh kink, cumplay, they tussle a lil, geto wants reader to suffocate him basically, nawt proofread - surprise!!
you knew your boyfriend was 100 times stronger than you, but that didnât stop you from trying.
he always went easy on you anyway, he sees you as his delicate little princess - he doesnât want to hurt you â but he still always won. that is what made you wanna take him down even more. you were standing on opposite sides of the room, circling each other all predator like. âcâmon baby, you scared?â fuck no. in fact, he didnât know that youâd been training for this - you were gonna take. him. down.
 âshut up, âguru.â you murmured, dipping behind the couch as you crawled on the floor to sneak up on him. âhuh? the fuck are you doing?â he couldnât help but laugh at how serious you were taking this, standing with his hands on his hips as he looked around for you. ok, now he was a bit lost. itâs like you no clipped through the floor, he couldnât see you at all. âbaby? whereâd you-â
you suddenly sprung up from behind, jumping on his back. he let out a little gasp, gripping your thighs as they wrapped around his waist. âwhat-!â both of you fell onto the couch, his body shuffling down to try and get out of your grip. his hands pushed and prodded your thighs, trying to pry them from around his neck but they wouldnât budge. you tightened them, grabbing his wrist in your smaller hands to restrain him further. âlooks like youâre in a bit of a predicament, babe. you gonna give up?âÂ
you knew you won, finally. his body relaxing slightly as he let out a small groan. snickering quietly as you let go of his wrist and peered over at his face. seeing him like that, was the last thing you expected. his face was flushed, eyes rolled back as drool slipped from his lips. the more you looked, the more desperate he got - his bulge fat and aching, twitching under the weight of your gaze. âfuckâŠstop- stop lookinâ at me like that.â
heâs never felt so turned on in his life. having his girl wrap her beautiful thighs around him, choking him out within a inch of his life was his biggest dreams â if he died in between your thighs, he would die a happy man. your smile was downright sinful as you realised what got your boyfriend so worked up - wrapping your legs even tighter around his thick neck. âoh-ho, you like this?â he nodded as best as he could, a hand slipping under his waistband to fish out his cock whilst the other roamed your thigh.
âharder, baby. need you to choke me with those sexy thighs of yârs.â his large hand worked his cock, lips coming down to bite your flesh, sucking little red marks along them. he couldnât believe this was happening. he could practically taste your slick pouring outta your cunt, you clearly liked it as much as he did or else you wouldnât be so fucking wet. âharder? god, youâre such a masochist.âÂ
his hips chased his fist like a madman, body trembling as he could feel himself getting lightheaded. the way you panted above him, your hips now starting to grind softly â searching for some kind of friction. you were just so cute, if he wasnât about to pass out â he would eat you out like it was his last meal. âbout to cum, angel. s-shit, gonna bust âcause of your pretty fuckinâ thighs.â
his whines were so pretty. his hair tickled your skin as he writhed under you, veins in his hands bulging as he fucked his hand to completion. âfuuuck me! i love you, baby, so â so perfect fâr me.â thick ropes of gooey cum jetted out of his red tip, his thighs trembling and mouth salivating. the dopey grin he had when he looked at you melted your heart, and made your clit throb â you so badly wanted to suffocate him with your cunt till he was begged you to stop. he was too cocky for a guy who was just begging his girlfriend to choke him out.
he shuffled out of your grip as it loosened around his neck, raising a cum soaked hand in between your thighs â spreading his cum on the crotch of your panties.
âwant me to choke you with my thighs now?â
ânot a chance, suguru.â
-cmere ill let you choke me
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PLS I NEED MORE OF MIGUEL X SPIDER-BARBIE IT'S LITERALLY SOOO GOOD
miguel o'hara stars in... 'LET'S GO BEACH' ïœĄïŸ( ïŸ^â^ïŸ)ïŸïœĄ
a/n ~ TY FOR THE REQUEST DARLINGđ!!!!! i love spider barbie sm, i'm gonna make this into a series! i did write smut for this so pls let me know if you want it! â°(âââ)âŻ
previously...
summary; miguel attempts to take you on a beach date - alone. apparently, you didn't get the memo.
wc; 900+
pairings; miguel o'hara x spiderbarbie!reader
cw; SUGGESTIVE!!, miguel gets hard, petnamesss, reader is a little shit, drowning?, miguel was a lifeguard once upon a time, teensy bit of voyeurism, naked in a public beach, fwb!, pining, miguel is just downbad man, nawt proofread - i'm kenough
ok, so after the whole âmassageâ situation - you and miguel had started this sort of friends with benefits type of thing.
he beats himself up everyday for not asking you out then, heâs happy he has you like this at least. but itâs not enough. so he devised a master plan to get to to finally go out with him. setting up an entire day at the beach with just the two of you, along with a cute romantic picnic and sundown. it was all perfect â well until they came.Â
maybe he shouldâve been clearer, i mean - he never told you it was a date. naturally, like the sweetheart you are, you invited the rest of your friends. ben, hobie, jess, peter â along with mayday as he couldnât find anyone to watch her - it was quite literally the worst day of miguelâs life.
âwhatâre you all doing here?â
and you coincidentally forgot to tell them the person you were going to accompany was none other than the big boss, miguel. they probably wouldnât have gone if you did, considering the way they frowned deeply when they saw him. you laughed nervously, scratching the back of your neck as you tried to come up with some sort of explanation. you were just too sweet for them to stay mad at, dismissing you with a wave of their hands â smiling as they tell you itâs ok!Â
miguel still wasnât happy though, his permanent scowl somehow even deeper as he trudged along next to you as you all found somewhere to sit. obviously, he put his towel next to yours â even helping you put up your cute little chair and umbrella. he even took the liberty to put your sunscreen on for you â he just wanted to cop a feel, donât blame him.
it turned out to be more fun than he expected, not that heâd ever admit it â but a small smile would grace his frowning lips ever so often. you looked so happy, surrounded by all the people you love, running around in that flimsy, little bikini. yeah, you looked hot as fuck too. the heat was making him feel dizzy, but so was the sight of your beautiful body â tits barely contained by those scraps of fabric, your ass making that stupid bikini look like a thong.Â
anyone could see he was turned on. his cock poking through the tightness of his trunks, his eyes constantly trained on you and you only. and when you came over to him, panting and smiling so sweetly, he was so ready to pin you down and fuck you till you couldnât think of anything but him. âmiguel! dâyou know where i put that floatie thing?â he nodded, grabbing it out of his bag and handed it to you â hand lightly grazing yours. âyou going for a swim now? itâs a little late, isnât it?âÂ
âlook, thereâs basically no one in the water â itâs the perfect time to go for a swim, migs!â he tilted his head, sliming softly at you as he shrugged. âyouâre not wrong, princess. you got all of that to yourself, hm?â you smiled cheekily, bending over in front of him, clasping your hands in front of you. âmm, if only i had someone to join meâŠâ rapidly batting your lashes as he chuckles lowly, shaking his head. âyeah, youâre on your own, sweetheart â iâm fine here. why donât you ask jess or something? âm sure sheâd be more than happy to accompany you.â
heâs so annoying, but you can be too. âpleaseeee! youâve just been sitting here, grumpy, all day. just come in for a few minutes and then you can go back to sulking, old man.â old man? he raised a brow, smirking slightly â he pushed down his sunglasses, leaning back on his sun lounge. âsounds nice, princess, but iâll pass. i was a lifeguard once, someone needs to save your ass incase you drown or somethinâ.â
and drown you did.Â
kidding! well â sort of?
miguelâs heart was beating faster than ever. he shot up as he heard you calling out for him, your body flailing in the water. the beach was practically empty at this point. the rest of the group had gone home, leaving you and miguel to finally have the beach date you were supposed to. but he didnât expect this. he dived into the water, pulling your body up to the surface. âyouâre ok, cariño, i got you. breathe for me, just breathe.â he stroked your face, cooing softly as he tried to calm himself down too, telling himself youâre ok.
you got tired of playing around after a few minutes, springing up like nothing happened. you grinned at him, as if you didnât almost give the poor man a heart attack. âyou should be a life guard again, watching you dive in like that was really hot.â he blinked at you, mouth hanging open. he growled lowly, âyou think youâre so funny, ÂĄay pillĂn! i thought you drowned!â his face was heating up, frowning deeply as he didnât want you to see how badly he cares about you.
âaww, âm sorry. i couldnât think of anything else to get you in the water!â he sighed, smiling softly as he put a large hand on your cheek â pinching the wet flesh. âyeah, whatever. donât pull some stupid shit like that again.â he warned. you nodded in compliance, wrapping your arms around his neck. âwellll, since youâre here now⊠swim with me?â
he was about to agree, albeit reluctantly, before something under the water caught his eye. thereâs no way he only just realised, so caught up in saving you that he didnât see that you were literally naked. pink fabric floated behind you, riding the waves as he smirked down at you â reaching up to pinch your exposed nipple.
âmissing something, princess?â
-cariño - sweetheart
-ÂĄay pillĂn! - you little shit/naughty (sorta interchangeable)
-mmmmm, what if they had.... water sex....? hmmmmmm.....
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could you write about lando making the reader squirt? thereâs a huge lack of squirting fics in f1 đŁ
lando norris stars in... 'IT'S RAINING IN SILVERSTONE' .ïŸïŸïœ„(ïŒÏ)ïŸïŸïœ„.
a/n ~ f1 request lesgo!! this was so fun to write ty baby đđđ i took forever to get this finished but its done now and i can finally rest
summary; you and lando celebrate his race win by giving him the one thing he's always wanted - to see you squirt.
pairings; lando norris x fem!reader
wc; 900+
cw; SMUT!!, squirtin, m*x, oral sex, you and lando being cute, wall sex, fingering, he's lowk a meanie, established relationship, it's actually quite wholesome, nawt proofread - took like a week to start this oml
it was neck and neck at this point, with two more laps to go, you found yourself gripping onto the edge of your seat - watching the monitors closely. you had so much faith in lando, seeing how hard he was training for his home race. you could hear the screams of the fans from the paddocks as he sped past, your heart was beating so incredibly fast, hands nervously rubbing on your jeans.
one more lap. you could see your boyfriendâs drs activating - the car revving up just behind max. âcâmon, baby, you can do it.â he glided past him with ease, despite maxâs best efforts to stop him getting past. seeing lando taking 1st, you let out a relieved sigh, falling back into the chair as you clasped your hands over your mouth, a small smile hidden underneath.Â
the checkered flag waved, everyone running outside to go greet him, cheers rang in your ears, smiling brightly as you chucked the headphones off and ran to him. he was surrounded by the team, lifting him up, patting him on the back, hugging him. it was nice and all, but he was really looking for you. turning his head, he squinted as he saw someone running towards him, eyes widening as he recognises that beautiful smile amongst all the people. politely pushing past everyone, he meets you in the middle, grabbing you by your waist and picking you up, kissing you with the utmost passion.Â
âhi, baby.â you giggle, wrapping your arms around his neck. he holds your body tightly against his own, sighing softly into the crook of your neck, inhaling your sweet perfume. you stand in silence for a moment before he lifts his head, staring deeply into your eyes. âhi, love.â you smile, pressing your forehead against his, whispering. âyou did it.â he grins. âi did it.â
he gracefully set you down, hand trailing down to the small of your back as you both squint from the bright flashes of the cameras pointed towards your loving interaction. you both pose for the cameras, landoâs arm dragging you in closer as he leans in to whisper lowly in your ear. âyâknow youâll always be the real prize, babe. âm thinking you need something in return for being such a good girlfriend to me.â he flashes you a cheeky smile, a hand discreetly squeezing your ass before he moves it back up to your waist. âand iâll show you how much i treasure you later.âÂ
ââââââââââââââââââââââââââââââââââ
âf-fuck, lando, honey - s-slow down.â
he had you pressed against the wall of his hotel room, head buried in between your thighs. he was really good with his mouth, you knew that already - but somehow everything felt so different. maybe it was the way he was curling his tongue around your walls, suckling onto your clit, or maybe it was the adrenaline from his last win.Â
frankly, you couldnât care less. all you knew was you felt fucking amazing. âdid you get sweeter since i last ate you out, love?â he laughed against you, the vibrations tickling your clit. he was so smug it pissed you off, but fuck did it make you wanna ride his face till he canât breathe. âs-shut up, iâm - shitâŠâ he only smiled, fingers slowing down inside of you as he looked up from your thighs. âyouâre what, baby? you about to cum for me?âÂ
âshut u-up.â your thighs were trembling around his head, hands gripping his curls as you push his face deeper into your cunt. you could feel three thick fingers enter you, blunt nails scratching at your sensitive walls. lando was wiggling his fingers in every way he could, eventually finding that spot inside you. his grin was nothing short of evil, his slick fingers abusing the power of spongy flesh.Â
âoh-ho, youâre squeezing around me tighter than usual, babe. you sure youâre not about to cum?â again, such a cocky fuck. smiling up at you as he moved even faster than before, your stomach inadvertently clenching as you could feel pressure on your bladder. you whined a bit, shifting in his hold, your free hand pressing down on your stomach. lando immediately clocks on, his hand moving over yours as he presses down harder, small trickles of liquid already dripping onto the floor.
âoh shit, babe. youâre gonna squirt arenât you? naughty girl, donât keep these things to yourself.â he sucked harshly on your clit, 4 fingers now intruding your tight hole. sweat was dripping down your face as you tried your hardest to keep your balance on his shoulders, but your knees felt so weak, toes curling from the sensation.
âbabeee - câmon i know you want to. i can feel you clenching, iâve always wanted to see you squirt anyway.â why was his mouth so dirty? you knew you were gonna squirt all over him, but it was a little embarrassing to practically piss all over your boyfriend. but he didnât care. he was so shameless when telling you his desires, and this was no different. his words were laced with an intoxicating thrill, you just wanted to cum so bad.Â
âl-lando - ugh, shit - cumminggg!â your cunt spasmed violently around his tongue, his thumb flicking your clit. you felt a sudden relief rack your body, streams of cream coloured liquid jetting out of you. âlook at that, youâre such a good girl arenât ya?â he chuckled again, eagerly swallowing all your release. he moaned at the taste, licking a stripe up your cunt before he pressed a light kiss on your clit.Â
âhow about an orgasm for every point i got today?â
-it's friday yeah then saturday sunday whaaat
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toji fushiguro stars in... 'PEACH GUMMY CANDY' â ïœ('âœ^äșș)
a/n ~ i was literally just eating these japanese peach gummies and i felt a sudden surge of inspiration, and i love toji so it was a match made in my tummy. this is a lil self indulgent cause i'm addicted to peaches and just needed an outlet to express that ( âŸÌ ⥠âŸÌ )
summary; toji never liked peaches. well, not until he met you.
wc; 400+
pairings; toji fushiguro x fem!reader
cw; SMUT!! toji being a hater, reader loving peaches, oral, dom!toji, sub!reader, fingering, squirtin, established relationship, he really loves you, peaches, peaches, peaches, peaches, đ, nawt proofread - just peaches
saying you liked peaches was an understatement.Â
peach soap, peach perfume, peach shampoo, peach themed makeup, peach flavoured lip gloss, literal peaches. it was kinda overwhelming. toji hated peaches. heâs never had a sweet tooth, being the greek god he is - he refused to eat anything he deemed âtoo sweetâ, and peaches were the highest on that list.
it irked you at first. the petty sneer that heâd pull whenever he sensed anything remotely peach related around him, he just couldnât understand how you were so obsessed with the stupid fruits. but of course, toji could never resist spoiling his sweet baby. soon, you started seeing peachy little gifts all around the apartment.
the fridge stocked with peach tea, a basket of fresh peaches in the kitchen, cute peach slippers by your bed. you thought he had officially lost it. you werenât complaining though, after seeing how happy you got with each gift they seemingly doubled in amount.Â
he would never say it out loud, but toji was starting to like peaches.Â
especially after he got a taste of your sweet cunt. he didnât think it was possible but the sheer amount of peaches you consume made you taste even better than you already did. head between your thighs, stubble tickles your skin as he sucks on your clit - two rough fingers scissoring your tight hole. a fat glob of his spit trickles down your entrance, pooling under your ass as his tongue massages your insides.
ât-toji- fuuhck!â
he doesnât respond. too focus on tasting as much of you as he could, shaking his head side to side as he makes out with your pretty pussy. his large hands grip your thighs open, thumb rubbing soothing circles on the skin, too gentle compared to the way he eats you out like a mad man. he can feel the way your legs quiver, cunt clenching rapidly on his tongue - your stomach tightening so good, locking eyes with your boyfriend as he looks up at you with smoky eyes from behind your mound.
he couldnât stop, not even after you squirted that sweet juice all in his awaiting mouth, not after you begged so sweetly for him to slow down - hands weakly pushing his head away from your aching pussy. âmove yer fuckinâ hands, baby. âs not my fault ya cuntâs all sweet, now let daddy enjoy his pretty girlâs pussy.âÂ
toji didnât like peaches. but if peaches taste like your pussy? well, he fucking loves them.
-This one is for my one and only true love
Princess Peach
Peach, you're so cool
And with my star, we're gonna rule
Peach, understand
I'm gonna love you 'til the very end
Peaches, Peaches, Peaches, Peaches, Peaches
Peaches, Peaches, Peaches, Peaches, Peaches
I love you, oh
Peaches, Peaches, Peaches, Peaches, Peaches
Peaches, Peaches, Peaches, Peaches, Peaches
I love you, oh
Mario, Luigi, and a Donkey Kong too
A thousand troops of Koopas couldn't keep me from you
Princess Peach, at the end of the line
I'll make you mine, oh
Peaches, Peaches, Peaches, Peaches, Peaches
Peaches, Peaches, Peaches, Peaches, Peaches
I love you, oh
Peaches, Peaches, Peach, Peach
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