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#miguel ohara is a munch
scoobysnakz · 3 months
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thinking about munch miguel who doesn’t let you go until he’s finished.
he holds you down with one hand on your waist, thumb idly circling your clit and the other is groping your tits. it doesn’t matter how many times your protest and tell him it’s embarrassing or try and push him away he’s always coming back for more.
this man treats your cunt like the holy grail, not letting an ounce of your juices go untasted as he laps at your puffy folds. the sound of your sweet whines and needy moans is all he needs, fuck, one of his favourite things to do is make you a babbling mess of pleasure.
the only thing he loves more than making you cum on his tongue is praising you for it.
“muy bien, cariño, gonna cum for me again? Sé que puedes.” is one of his favourites, hearing you whimper so perfectly for him as he keeps teasing your leaky hole with tongue.
it drives him insane when you tell him it’s enough, that you physically can’t take anymore, only for your hips to buck up against his face when he pulls away.
he can keep you there for hours at a time, just making you cum over and over again, not caring that you’re going to be late for work or that dinner is burning. once he starts he can’t be stopped, not that you’re complaining
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may i request miguel helping reader to relieve stress after a long day at school? uni's been HELL and i just know miguel would treat me like a princess and pamper my exhausted ass after a 10 hour school day.. tysm in case you do it! 🙏
hii!! as it’s in italics, im taking that as nsfw?? I really hope so bc that’s what I did oops😭 if you did mean sfw, send it in again so I can redo. thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌
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word count: 611 // {18+ fem!reader, mdni}
thots below cut
firstly, miguel is just so proud of you for going to university. he knows it's tough, and you often struggle with the workload, but he is just in awe of you for furthering your education. he knows that when you come home exhausted and tense, all you want is a way to relieve said stress. he intends to do that for you in the only way he knows works- the only method with a zero percent fail rate. 
when you get back, miguel is already helping you- taking your bag, removing your coat, helping you take off your shoes. he doesn't want his pretty girl to overexert herself, especially if she's had a strenuous day, so he does things for you- treats you like a princess, his princess.
his towering, intimating height would lead you to the sofa, guiding you with his large hand in yours, kissing the back of it every several moments. he'd stand before you, kissing at your neck as his fingers snake into the waistband of your bottoms, tugging them down as his kisses lowered, trailing down your arm as he knelt to the floor. the slow and delicate line would continue down your now exposed thigh, holding you still by the waist as he pulled your trousers off your ankles. 
"hermosa," he'd mumble, taking your hand and guiding you to the couch- making you sit down.
you'd do as he says, and he'd sit on his knees between your spread legs, dragging you by the hips so that you're right at the edge of the sofa, spread nice and wide for him. he would hold under your foot, gripping the heel as he trails kisses up the inside of your leg, brushing over your upper inner thigh before swapping to your other leg. moving slow and teasingly, like he was trying to ease you.
he would lightly kiss at the crease where your cunt meets thigh, not daring to touch it yet. skimming over the edge of your underwear as he mumbles what he wants to do to you, muttering about how perfect you are- how pretty you are.
you're tired and stressed, almost fragile at this point, so he'd be careful with you- not teasing you for too long, not wanting you to break before he's already begun. he doesn't tempt you for too long- just long enough to see a small, needy wet patch form in your underwear. 
you're desperate and whiney, blabbering about how much you need him, how you don't like getting teased- especially right now. so he gives in, giving his girl what she needs.
he'd part your underwear aside, hooking it over your pussy, keeping the fabric in place with his large fingers. he'd mumble a few curses as he darts over your pussy, staring at the way your slick made it glisten, how you'd clamp and tighten around nothing- the way your clit would practically be throbbing, almost begging to be touched. 
he loved to watch you like this, a quivering and needy state, desperate and urgent for him- loves seeing how much a mess he has made of you, without touching even you. 
he'd itch closer, exhaling over your pussy in a way that made you shudder before finally giving you what you want. lavishly licking over your folds and sucking them into his mouth, practically slobbering all over you. making out with your cunt and caressing you with his skilled tongue. 
he wouldn't stop until you're pushing his head away, writhing under him, and even then, he'd struggle to pull away. but miguel couldn't help it. he just loves your sweet, pretty pussy. and his beautiful girl <3
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