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smut-slut69 · 7 months

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Spoken Onto Deaf Ears

Kinktober 2023|Day 4 ~ Praise Kink

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Pairing: !nerd!Miguel O’Hara x !Popular!reader

Summary: The reader and Miguel are fuck buddies with lines blurring dangerously close to a relationship. When Miguel crosses one of those lines the reader looses it and almost looses the one she loves most in her lonely life. Good thing she finds a way to get him back.

“Can we go out?” Miguel asked.

You turn around looking at him with wide eyes, “What?”

He blushes, his nerves returning to him. “You know what I mean, like, can we go out on a date?” he asked again.

Your eyes stayed glued on him as a smile twitched on the edges of your lips. Miguel smiled too, he thought that was a good sign until you burst out laughing.

Miguel frowned at you, the sparkle that usually shined in his eyes whenever he looked at you dulling a little, “What's so funny?” he tried to chuckle along with you hoping to get the joke too.

It took a while for you to calm down before you answered him, swiping a tear from under your eye, “You are hilarious O’hara, thanks for the laugh, I needed it”. You said, reaching to push open his side of the car door, “You can go now, I’ll call you when my next chem essay is due. “

You pulled down your mirror to fix up your lip gloss as you waited for him to leave your car. But much to your annoyance when you flipped your mirror back up, he was still sitting there, staring at you.

“Okay O’Hara you were funny for a second but now you’re getting annoying, I have a party to get to and you’re holding me up” you sneered.

He sighed pulling up the rest of his courage, “You know I wasn’t joking right,” he started, “I want to go on a date with you” he explained.

You looked at him and rolled your eyes, “I know, that you should know better than to ask me stupid questions” you scoffed.

“What’s so stupid about that question, this-” he gestures between the two of you, “has been going on for months, it's not stupid to want something more with you” he expressed.

“First of all, watch your fucking tone, you know who you're talking to,” you said.

“Oh so now because I’m expressing myself to you I have a ‘tone’” he laughed, but there was no hint of joy in it.

“You’re doing entirely too much, I don’t do feelings and you know that. And even If I did do them, do you think I’d walk around with a fucking nerd who walks around campus in hand-me-downs because he can’t afford anything better” you snapped at him, only for the weight of what you just said to crash over your shoulders moments later.

You knew exactly why he walked around like that and you knew it wasn’t something to use as leverage in an argument. Through your confusing relationship, you had learned why he was the only person at your university who wasn’t here off of daddy’s money. He earned a scholarship to your school, the program allowing him a good dorm to stay in, which meant a lot for him because he had nowhere else to go after he was forced to leave his home when his father kicked him out.

The hurt look on Miguel's face sent an unfamiliar pang to your heart. A part of you wanted to reach over and caress his cheek, to tell him that you didn’t mean the words you let slip through and that you thought his clothes were adorable. But the part of you that treasured your reputation more than anything outweighed that, so you did the only thing you were good at, being an asshole. To him.

“The fuck are you staring at O’hara,” you spoke, “get your ass out of my car” you snapped, turning away from you. He did as you asked, grabbing his stuff and leaving.

He didn’t look back at you once.

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The following week was normal, you went to parties, went shopping, and pretended to understand what was going on in classes. But there was one thing off this week, Miguel hadn’t texted you back.

He always texted you back.

On Monday your physics instructor gave you all a paper due by Friday and you had texted him to come over and do it for you.

It was Wednesday and he still hasn’t texted you back and he dared to leave you on read. He had never acted like this before, never not listened to you. Him drifting away from you scared you, not because you would fail half of your classes, but for reasons you refuse to admit. You did not miss O’Hara, if he didn’t want to talk to you that was his problem.

That’s what you had been telling yourself all week, that's what you told yourself when you left class on Thursday and found yourself walking right towards his dorm room, and that's what you told yourself as you knocked on his dorm room door, arms crossed as you waited for him to answer.

You dropped your arms to your side when you heard heavy footsteps approach, the door swinging open and Miguel appearing. He froze when he saw you, a frown settling on his face, “What are you doing here Y/n?” he sighed.

You opened your mouth to speak only to shut your mouth when you realized you weren’t sure. You hadn’t had a plan when you were on your way over, you weren’t even sure why you were over here in the first place. You had said it yourself that you didn’t miss him.

At your silence, Miguel shrugged his shoulders, “If you’re not going to say anything I'm going back to my homework” he spoke, closing the door. Panic flashed through your eyes, you didn’t want him to leave yet, you pressed a hand against his door, uttering the only words you could think of, “Physics” you spoke, getting Miguel's attention again, “I have a physics paper due tomorrow” you explained.

“Well, that’s not my problem anymore, is it? Get one of your bratty friends to help you. You can be seen around them can’t you” he snapped back, his tone took you by surprise, he had never spoken to you like that before.

He tried to close the door on you, but you used all your strength to push past him.

“Miguel, don’t be like that, you know none of them are as smart as you” you spoke.

He groaned when you pushed your way into his dorm, opting for going back to his work as he knew you wouldn't stop bothering him anytime soon.

“I don’t remember asking you to come in,” he sneered.

You frowned, physics paper long forgotten “Why are you being so mean to me”.

“I’m just paying back the treatment I’ve been getting for the past eight months” he spoke. You rolled your eyes, it had been nine but who’s counting?

“You are such a drama queen, look I’m sorry you were so hurt by what I said but it doesn’t mean we should stop talking. We can still make whatever this thing is work”

This time it was Miguel who burst out laughing, “You know that wasn’t an apology right?”

You sigh, “Cut me some slack O’hara, You know I don’t apologize”

“Yes I know, you don’t care about anyone enough to apologize for being shitty to them”

“That's not true!” you argued.

He spun around in his chair to face you, “Then apologize to me right now. Say you’re sorry for how you treat me”

You look everywhere but his face, he made it sound so easy but it wasn’t for you. Your pride was something you weren’t willing to give up. If only you didn’t have to say it, showing him how much you care by taking care of him all the time.

A smile tugged at your lips as an idea formed in your head, giving you a sprinkle of hope. You let your jacket slide down your shoulders, leaving you in a skimpy tank top and a short skirt. You walked closer to Miguel whose eyes bore right into yours. Gently, hoping he wouldn’t pull away, you caressed his cheek, not realizing how much you had missed doing so.

You swooped down and kissed him, hoping he got the message you were trying to send him. You poured your whole heart and soul into the kiss, hoping he understood that you were so sorry to the point that you hadn’t been able to sleep well because of the guilt always churning in your stomach. You hoped he could feel just how much you cared for him, how these few days without him hurt your soul.

When you pulled away you rested your head against his, whispering, so low that you struggled to hear, “I’m sorry” you spoke. “I’m not good with words but let me show you, please”.

He sighed, leaning forward to kiss your lips lightly, “Okay” he whispered. Silence filled the room as he wrapped his arms around your waist, holding you firmly as he kissed you. You kissed him strongly just as you always did, the way that had him getting hard in his sweatpants embarrassingly quickly. The type of kiss that made him weak for you, that let you have his way with him.

Miguel let you blindly guide him towards his bed, watching breathlessly as you pushed him against his bed frame. You crawled over him, kissing all over his face before kissing down his neck. The moans you drew from him were everything you had missed, the expression on his face making you smile.

Your hand trailed down his chest to the obvious tent in his pants, gripping it in your manicured hands through his pants. You leaned in to plant another kiss on his lips, “Did you miss me baby” you asked against his lips.

He whimpered at your ask, nodding as you reached into his sweatpants to pull him out. He was already ready for you, cock standing tall and pretty just as it always did when he was with you. You leaned over to kiss his ear, “Have I ever told you how pretty your cock is baby, It’s so big, it can barely fit my mouth around it”. He shivered at your words, loads of precum squirting onto your hands. You stroked him softly, using your thumb to swipe over his tip.

“Take off your shirt for me baby”

He indeed, eagerly lighting the fabric over his head and throwing it on the floor. “You’re so handsome, listening to me so well” you praised. You watched carefully as his muscles contracted with each swipe of your thumb.

“Aww, look at you, you’re so sensitive” you mused, speeding up your strokes.

Miguel through his head back at the feeling, your fingers having him see stars. It hadn’t been long at all since you touched him, but he had missed you. The feeling of you was sending him farther over the edge faster than he wanted. He grasped your arm, pleading to stop rolling off his tongue. You slowed your strokes, looking up at him, “I want to finish inside” he expressed”.

You smiled, “I suppose I can allow it, you deserve a prize” You smiled. You moved off of him to quickly pull your skirt down, moving on him just as quickly as you had gotten off. As much as you would like to say you weren’t lonely without him, you were in many ways.

Slowly you positioned him at your entrance, sinking on him. You leaned on him, giving yourself the few seconds you always needed to adjust to him. “You’re so big baby” you huffed as you started moving your hips, grinding against him so he hit that wonderful spot inside of you. “You make me feel so good, the only cock that can make me feel this way” you moaned into his ear.

His hands shot to your ass, moving you along him, the praise making him twitch inside you. “I love your cock so much baby, you feel so good” you moaned. The praise spurred him on, making him drive his cock into your pussy on his own accord, forgoing the idea of you riding him. Your hands massaged your tits as he fucked into you. You moaned out as you felt your legs shake the harder he fucked you. “Oh my god, M-miguel don’t stop,” you moaned.

And he didn’t, even when he shot a load inside of you he kept going, stuffing his cum farther into you, ignoring the way he felt an overwhelming sensation of overstimulation from the way your walls squeezed around him.

“Fuck baby, I’m gonna cum” you whined.

“Please do” he begged. His whiny tone was all you needed to be shot over the edge. You slumped onto him as you shook, another load of his cum spurting into you, stuffing you full. “Oh my god baby you did so good” you praised.

“Did Mommy make you feel good?” you asked, he nodded, nuzzling into your neck.

You two fell asleep on each other, you lying awake with his head on your chest. He was long asleep, cuddling adorably onto you. You let your lips kiss his forehead, smiling at your sweet boy. “I’m so sorry” you whispered into his hair.

“I love you”

Sorry I’m a little late guys. I wrote this in a horny haze so sorry for any spelling mistakes. Hope you enjoyed!

#miguel x y/n #miguel x black reader #!nerd!miguel #popular reader #miguel x reader #miguel x reader smut #miguel x you #miguel smut #miguel x black reader smut #miguel o'hara

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materialgworlas · 10 months

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Back Up- Spider verse cast x Reader

@jordanahart wifeyyyy what do ya think??

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hrhmimieucliffe · 8 months

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I LOVE HIM BAD, GAWD WHY IS HE SO FINE?! I would spread it like butter on toast for him🧎🏾‍♀️

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cottonconnielvr · 9 months

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“Say please”

Miguel said as he pounded his cock deeply into you. His eyes are fixated on your boobs that bounce up and down. He’s hitting your cervix so deeply, you can’t take it. Your arms gripped at the sheets, begging for mercy.

“Miggy I can’t take it!”

“t-too much!”

He only shook his head at you. “Say please baby” He challenges as he pound into you harder. He watches as all thoughts evaporate from your pretty little head. Your mouth is open agape and you can’t even bring yourself to moan. The feeling is just so good. Miguel is so big and stretches you out, his cock creating a visible bulge.

He knows you can’t say please if you wanted to. He’s purposely fucking the words right out of you.

“Awww,can’t say please baby? I guess I can’t stop and give you a break”

#miguel o’hara smut #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel x you #miguel o’hara x y/n #miguel spiderverse #miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara x you #atsv miguel #miguel x reader #miguel o’hara #miguel o’hara x black reader #miguel o’hara spiderverse #miguel spiderman #miguel x y/n #miguel o'hara x reader

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hqkalon · 10 months

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dilf!miguel

who can’t stop the perverted scenario’s from flooding his mind. seeing you take care such good care of his child while being oblivious to the feeling of being stuffed with his children.

you can’t even remember how you got into this predicament.

“shh, he’s still sleeping.” miguel’s index finger brushed against his lips as he slammed into you. he was fucking you so good, it was too hard to muffle your sweet moans. “t-trying mig!” your hands wrapped around his wrist while bitting onto your lower lip in hopes of silencing your moans. looking up at him through wet lashes as his dick bullied your pretty pussy, stuffing you full of his length which created a small bulge within your tummy.“m-mig.” you whined, you were so close to breaking. his length dragged alongside your walls perfectly, kissing that sensitive spot within your core as you instantly clamped down onto him.

“mmphhm!” your moans muffled against the palm of his hand. “i know baby, i know.” miguel cooed, fucking you through your orgasm as you sobbed in pleasure underneath him. your insides twisting together as he continued to rut into your abused cunt, aching for the next climax.

“you’re doing so good f’me.” he praised watching your eyes roll to the back of your head as the sluttiest whine escaped your throat. thrusts speeding up, hitting every sweet spot as his dick twitched inside of you, “shitt, g’cum!” he grunted, feeling his orgasm approach as your eyes screwed together— feeling pleasure once again build within your core. panting against the palm of his hand as his hips jerked before shooting his warm load deep inside you.

“such a good girl.”

#miguel o’hara #miguel o'hara smut #miguel o’hara x black reader #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara imagine #scripts .📃

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prettyfilmz · 11 months

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miguel o’hara thots

miguel loves watching you fall apart on his dick. you’re face down ass up, mewling and whimpering as he bullies your tight cunt with his thick hard length. you have a death grip on one of your stuffed animals as you laid there with tears rolling down your flustered cheeks and took the brutal pace he gave you. trying to match miguel’s thrusts are almost impossible as he always finds a way to one up you whenever he sees fit, not that you were complaining as having a pleasurably sore pussy wasn’t so bad.

you’ve came multiple times prior which left a creamy ring on the base of his length and a damp puddle on top of the covers. you were overstimulated to the point the pleasure was slightly painful. “m-miggy…s’too much…”you pleaded in between pleasurable sobs only to be met with no answer besides grunts that made your swollen clit throb. you took a free hand to reach behind and push his stomach as a weak attempt to get him to slow down just for him to effortlessly hold your arm behind your back and take his other hand to lay a few heavy spanks on your plush ass gaining positive yelps from you.

“deja de lloriquear como un bebé, puedes soportarlo... siempre lo haces.” he coos in your ear, nipping it gently with his sharp teeth knowing how much you love that. “you’re my big girl, make me proud and cum one more time..”

you already know one more time will mean three more times after that but nevertheless, you love being his good girl and cum as many times as he asks you to.

#astro’s diary <3 #miguel o’hara smut #miguel o’hara x black!reader #miguel o’hara x reader

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swxxtsxcchxrine · 11 months

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do ym think that Miguel loves it when his girl wears short skirts and tops that are basically next to nothing, because i, for one do. he already loves gawking at your squishy boobs and pawing at your soft bum. he’d definitely sneak a glance or two when you bend over to grab something off the floor and your bum flashes him. at the point all he wants to do is grab you and make you take it raw from the back. so he does.

your panties are pulled to the side as his hefty cock decimates your insides, turning them into slushy. he’s pounding relentlessly while you whine and drool into the sheets. “look at you taking me so so well,” he congratulates you for such an achievement. he’s so proud of you. your belly bulges as he splits you in half on his dick. not a single thought is going on behind those empty and glossy eyes of yours while he praises you. you’re only really fixated on his juicy cock. he smacks your bum, watching in awe as it jiggles against his rough hand before he slides his fingers towards your burning clit. he rubs hard as your slick cunt squeezes hard, practically milking him while he hisses at the new found sensation. his hips begin to increase in momentum while his other hand moves on top of your arse before he spits on your puckered hole. he circles the spit all over it before slipping his thumb into it. your hips buckle and you push forward with a whine, it was getting too overwhelming. with his finger on your clit, his finger up your arse and his dick in your tight pussy, you couldn’t handle it. “tut tut tut, you were talking me so well, mami. don’t ruin it,” he whispers into your ear while collides his hips with yours. your toes curl painfully hard and your hand grips onto the sheets for you dear life as you squirm n cream n gush n scream all over his dick. “oh yeahhh, that’s my girl,”

#miguel o’hara smut #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel x black reader smut #miguel x black reader #miguel o'hara #across the spiderverse #spiderman smut #into the spider verse #spidervere smut

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smut-slut69 · 3 months

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“Come on princess, tell me what you want” he spoke, his velvety voice making you clench around his still fingers.

You managed to let out a desperate moan, hips trying to buck down onto his thick digits.

You yelped at the slap he gave straight to your clit, “Uh, uh, good girls listen right” he mused, letting his hand soothe over your clit in smooth circles as an apology for the slap.

“Mhmm”you hum, a choked sob leaving your lips as his slow circles sent harsh sparks of pleasure through your sensitive limbs.

The hand around your neck tightened when he heard your response , “you know better,” he scolded. “Use your damn words”

“M’sorry” you spoke, tears slipping down your cheek when he slapped your pussy again. “You love pissing me off, is that how you apologize to me?”

“I'm sorry daddy, I'll listen like a good girl, I promise”you whimpered.

Your words made him grin and his circles on your clit fastened. “There we go baby, now do what I ask and tell me what you want from me”

The words were on the tip of your tongue, the plea for his big fat cock threatening to spill out of you just like your juices were spilling out onto your boyfriend's pants. At your silence he landed a set of repeated slaps on your crying cunt while his other hand kept it’s tight grip on your neck .You didn’t mean to cum, you swore you didn’t. But you couldn’t help the way you squirted, legs quaking and eyes rolling back in your head when the pleasure grew to be too much.

Your boyfriend frowned as he watched you pathetically cum all over him.“Now you’re cumming without permission” he rolled his eyes.

“What the hell am I gonna do with you”

-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-

Eren,Geto,Toji,Gojo,Uzui,Chishiya,Obanai,Miguel

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materialgworlas · 8 months

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The Fight- Spider verse cast x Reader

Taglist: @jordanasucks @bouncyboiwastaken @lynxtu @mowochii @anibabey @loaflotl @outwicked @senicrile @funhour @ethnicbratz @r6co @whimsykeii @dormousse @gardenof-venus @somber-starz @shakethebus @vvviridity @sleepingnova @ruesstreeth @ccyberkissez @illythesillybilly

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inkdrinkerworld · 9 months

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i feel like miguel def gives rly mind blowing orgasms but not on purpose tho??

18+ONLY, MDNI smut,

you're not wrong!! it's his attention to detail that makes him amazing in bed! miguel is like hyper-aware of your reactions and what makes your breath quicken or makes your legs shake and he'll just continue to do that and when you do come it's overwhelming because he's reading your body so well that it makes your head cloud and you feel dizzy as he draws the orgasm out of you! what helps too is that he talks you through it too! like he's not coaching you, more so just asking you, 'like that, amor?' or 'more, nena?' or he'll give instructions like, 'just lay still and let me take care of you, vale?' he's just very attentive and thorough so when it comes to you he's going to apply that same logic and your orgasms are always intense and they make you dizzy because he never rushes you through it, he lets you ride the complete wave of your pleasure and many times it causes one orgasm to roll directly into another. he's just the perfect lover in that sense.

#miguel o'hara smut #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara #miguel o’hara x you #miguel o'hara x black!reader #miguel x reader #miguel o’hara x yn #miguel o’hara fanfiction #miguel o’hara smut #miguel o’hara fluff #miguel o’hara one shot #miguel o’hara imagine

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kentosblkgf · 8 months

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Miguel O'hara W/ camgirl!gf

Cw: mentioned masturbation, heavy overstimulation, clit slapping, size kink, and consensual recording. Pls let me know if i missed anything<333.

Miguel never saw a problem with what you did for work. Being the boyfriend of a camgirl had its perks, he thought it was great that you could work from home while he was away all the time, while always finding ways to pleasure yourself. He was all about you. You were the only thing he thought about when he went to work and while he was at work, doing tough missions. Guess what he thought about? You.

Being away from you wasn’t something he enjoyed at all. Miguel had become clingy when you two first started dating. Always wanting to be around you, provided him a different level of comfort he never thought he would know. You are just so perfect for him that he couldn’t even put the words flowing through his head in a proper sentence. He was truly lovesick. Miguel would do anything for you because he adored you. Even giving you gifts for your little cam shows.

His personal favorite was the dildo that he got molded of his cock. The shape, color, and size all matched him. He loved watching you use it on yourself, it was like a little reward for when he was away from home.

He is so in love with you it is ridiculous, so when you asked him to help you film a video… why would he say no to his precious girlfriend? “Miguel please”

Whimpering was all he could hear, you trying to push back onto his fingers.

“Hush baby, be patient.”

“How can I when you’re being so mean to me?” You pout so beautifully. Miguel made you so wet, just the slightest touch to your clit and you were already dripping gallons.

You had your ass in the air right in his smug face. His fingers slapping at your clit causing you to lose your arch.

“M’not mean baby, don’t act out just because the camera is on. Be good for me.”

You were about to cum, his words just being enough. So rugged and breathy, his deep voice not helping at all.

Miguel is finally giving you what you want, rubbing tight circles on your cunt, but you were greedy and needed more than what he was giving you.

“Miguel please, more.”

You whined.

“Todo lo que haces es rogar." (All you do is beg.)

Miguel has had enough of you being a whiny annoying brat. So he’ll give you what you want like he always does, maybe that’s why you’re so spoiled now. Practically throwing a fit while he was fingers deep inside of you.

“¿Has terminado? ¿Quieres más? Te daré más.”( Are you done? You want more? I’ll give you more.)

Without pressing on further, Miguel rises to his knees pushing down on your back and pulling at your hair so that your head is risen higher.

“Look at yourself.”

Jerking your head closer to the camera that reflected the smutty scene. You both looked so good together, him pressing against you with his wide shoulders and those bleeding red eyes.

Truth be told. You couldn’t handle him at all, he was too much for you. Too big, Too thick, just too… Miguel.

But Jesus fuck did he need to hurry it up.

It’s as if Miguel could hear your thoughts because he wasted no time, taking his cock in his hand and rubbing it against your cunt. You could feel how warm he was against you practically already feeling him inside you. You were never able to fully take Miguel's size without a huge amount of prepping, but you were rushing him to fuck you.

He's sliding his other hand that was not busy rubbing his cock against your cunt against your sensitive clit. Rubbing soft circles watching your reaction in the camera lens.

"You gonna take it?"

It sounded like he was mocking you, he most definitely was.

"Promise."

That promise was all he needed to hear before he slowly pushed his aching tip inside of you. It was an angry red color, leaking heaps of precum as soon as he had pushed inside.

You already felt so full, but you didn't want to let Miguel down. You promised you could take him, take all of him.

"Deeper."

Since when was his girl so demanding, you promised him you could take it, and who is he to doubt you? If you say you can then he'll give you everything he has to give. He pushes his hip forward pressing your ass to his hips. He's so deep inside of you, that you can feel him in your throat.

"Mig- oh fuck wait."

"Don't be a liar baby."

letting out small thrusts between each word. Hushing you with his words. The time felt like it slowed as you felt his thick cock dragging against your walls. Miguel was unnecessarily big, he had always been tough for you to take. It was even harder now that you had minimal prep you could feel his tip hitting deep inside of you.

Your heavy moans were echoing throughout the room combined with his breathy grunts. You were just so wet, the 'shlick' of your cunt dragging against him was the loudest thing in the room.

Miguel's hands were on your waist pushing you back against him, trying to make you take him deeper if that was even possible. His thrusts were starting to become harsher and harsher with every push and pull of your hips.

He loved to look at you like this, slutted out and stuffed with cock that was too big for you to even handle. You took him like a champ so why would he complain? That's just not what he wanted. He wanted you crying and trying to run from the onslaught of his thrusts. He wanted you shaking and crying beneath him, begging him to ease up maybe even try the slow him down yourself by placing your hands on his stomach trying to push him away.

He would get what he wanted regardless. Let me show you.

Miguel's grip on you tightens as he pulls out of you. You're already whining as you feel empty without him inside of you.

"Hush baby." His voice was so thick with want.

He's tossing you onto your back placing his hands on your thick thighs and pushing his thumbs into the little crevice behind your knee. Pushing your legs so far back your knees reach eye level on the sides of your head before you can even blink.

"Hold your legs." Fuck.

He had put you in a mating press. One of the most dangerous positions between you two. You already knew what was coming.

"Mig- hold on. let me breathe.." you whisper to him, this position always had you in tears.

"No baby, how about you hold up your end of the deal," he says as he slowly starts pushing into you again.

"Better keep that promise."

Miguel is already bottoming out inside of you before you can even respond with an attitude. His thrusts are heavy and mean just like him. Slamming and torturing the back of your thighs.

You can feel him deep inside of you, deeper than he was before. You were so tight and warm. He could feel you tightening around him. gripping onto him so tightly he can feel every pulse of your wet cunt.

"C'mon, baby."

he whispers into your ear as his hand rake along the sides of your thighs and tease your tits before resting on your throat, tightening his palm around it. Just enough to put you in a slight daze.

Your head tossed back letting out breathy moans as he kissed your neck. God, you looked so perfect like this. Taking his cock so well.

He's pushing into you roughly, your eyes rolling into the back of your head.

"So good.."

It sounds like you are whining.

"You're fucking me so good."

Your cunt is clenching around him so fucking tightly as if you didn't want him to pull out of you at all. Your hearing is going blank just like your vision. Seeing white dots cloud your vision as your stomach starts tightening.

He's fucking you into the bed harshly over and over again, his mind just focusing on you.

"Open your eyes."

You're trying your hardest to obey him but the way he is hitting inside of you just right is knocking the breathe out of your lungs.

You need a moment of respite to just be able to breathe.

"Mig- uh.. wait." Why should he wait when you could give him what he wanted?

"Open." His voice was loud and demanding.

His thrusts are getting deeper… Harsher with each word. Like he's trying to get you not to do what he is asking of you.

You force your eyes open, tears dripping down your face, fuck do you look so pretty to him. Your pretty pussy speaking so loudly to him. You're going to cum soon. He can feel it with the way you're gripping his arms, leaving the engravings of your fingernails on his tan skin.

His hand moves up to raise your head closer to his face, bringing you into a kiss, licking at your lower lip, tugging and pulling at it with his teeth. He's moaning heavily into your mouth.

The kiss drew you in just enough or you to cum. You're wriggling against him trying to tug your face away from his. Miguel's hand grips onto your face tighter whimpering into your mouth.

"Cum baby."

He's pleading for you to cum.

So you do. Letting go of the tight grip you had on him. Your legs straightened out, pushing against his chest. You're shaking as you gush around him, your body squeezing shut altogether. Can't do anything but let out open-mouthed silent moans as you can't find it in yourself to open your vocal cords and let out any audible noise. Fuck do you look good trying to get away from him only after one orgasm.

Maybe now is not the best time to be asking you questions as you seem to not be in the same universe as him. Miguel smacks your face lighting trying to bring you back down from an incredible high.

"Come back to me, c'mon."

He's waiting patiently still deep inside of you, keeping himself from moving.

"M'gonna move okay?"

You shakily nod your head agreeing with anything he is saying right now.

He pulls out of you slowly, trying not to disturb your moment of clarity.

"Where's your toy baby?" He's getting up and opening the drawers looking for his favorite toy of yours.

You don't answer him as you roll over and check the camera. No blinking red light.

This cannot be fucking happening… You didn't even click record.

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cottonconnielvr · 11 months

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miguel o’hara pounding you on the counter, lifting your leg up on his shoulder. He would be literally churning your insides with his fat cock as you drool all on his fingers. you ankles would be resting by the side of his face. he would lightly bite into the side of your foot when you would clench around him .he wouldn’t allow you to cry out “ I can’t take it anymore” because you had no choice but to take it. he’d press his lips against yours as you gasp, slipping his tongue in. he’d pull out of your cunt before slapping it with his large hand, coaxing your nth orgasm out of you. he would rub his finger up your slit, collecting your cum before pushing it back into your dripping wet hole

#miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara x you #miguel o’hara x y/n #miguel o’hara smut #miguel o’hara x black reader #spiderman 2099

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hoshigray · 11 months

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Pleasurable Practice

Here's what I got: when you're left in headquarters to study for an upcoming language skit, your boss and work crush, Miguel O'Hara, does what he can to help his subordinate. And he does, in more ways than one...

A/n: It's been a week since I saw the film in theaters, and my brain hasn't been the same. I tried very hard not to write for this man, but here we are. Sighhhh, I swear I wasn't this bad when playing EoT (curse you Oscar Issac, and the ATSV art department!!!). And it doesn't help that my social feeds are full of him...Anyway, I hope you enjoy this piece! It's WAY longer than I wanted, but I guess that's meant to show how much fun I had writing, hehehe~. Also, ty so so much for 600+ followers!!

Cw: Miguel x fem!reader - some ATSV spoilers so tread carefully - sexual context so minors DNI - fingering (fem! receiving) - cunnilingus - clitoral play (Miguel's fangs lightly brush your clit, but doesn't bite it) - praise - kisses on the stomach - pet names (amorcito/little love, mi alma/my soul; amor/my love; vida/my life) - sexual acts in public - outside intrusions, but you two don't get caught.

Wc: 2.8k

"Hey, Lyla. You sure you wanna leave me here?"

"Aww, you scared something would happen without me?" She chuckles when you shrug. "You'll be fine; everything's been taken care of for today. If something pops outta nowhere, you know where to find Miguel or give me a call. Alright, I'm outta here. Cya tomorrow~."

"Bye, Lyla~" With that, the pixelated woman signs off from your line of sight, and you slump into your chair with a sigh.

It's late at night in Nueva York. The Spider Society headquarters is still active, but fewer people occupy the halls and sectors in these late hours, you being one of them. You're sitting at a conference table by the teleportation room, taking in Margo's shift. But since things are quiet around here, you use this time to work on your homework.

Well, you would've if a pair of hands didn't suddenly come from behind and blocked your vision. "Guess who?"

You shake your head with a smile. "Aren't you supposed to be at Earth-50101 hanging with Gwen and Pav?"

The hands are removed, giving your shoulders a quick rub. "Can't say a quick bye before I'm off?" Hobie Brown walks from behind to sit on the table, avoiding the scattered papers on the surface. "What's all this? School?"

"Yeah," You pick up a paper with color-coordinated dialogues. " I got a reflection to finish and need to read this script for a skit in my modern language class on Wednesday."

"What language?"

"Spanish." You flip the script for him to look at. A giggle slips from you. "Suppose you can't help me, huh?"

Hobie grins. "Yo lo haría si pudiera." Your eyes go big. Of course, the guy who "doesn't believe in consistency" would know a thing or two about other languages.

".....Please stay and help me."

"Can't, perhaps next time." Another heavy sigh as the tall other gets up from the table and opens a portal to Pavitr's universe. "We'll save some snacks to bring back tomorrow. See ya then."

"Bye, Hobie." You groan with your head meeting the table surface as the portal vanishes with Hobie's dismissal. In despair, you lift your head up and proceed with your work.

It's about 11 p.m., and you were able to finish your paper in about two hours. It's now time to work on your Spanish script. Unfortunately, your class partner can't be here (obviously) to say his lines with you, but you two promised to highlight your lines and recite on your own downtime. So you follow through with the blue lines — your lines — avoiding the red lines and announcing all the words to the best you can.

After the third time around, you start to get to the rhythm of it. So in tune with what you're doing, you don't mind your surroundings as you circle around the table with your face glued to your script.

"What're you doing?"

However, it all comes to a halt when a voice startles you. So used to the silence and your own tone that you didn't notice a familiar man creep from behind you. Your eyes widen at the tall and well-built figure before you.

Miguel O'Hara, Spider-Man 2099 and the leader of the Spider Society — your boss who you have a major crush on and is still waiting for you to reply after nearly scaring you to death.

"O-Oh, Miguel, umm," you quickly straighten yourself up, but the heat in your face encroaches. "Sorry, didn't see ya there. I was just looking at this script."

"A script?" He slightly tilts his head, surveying your moves as you sit back at the table. He follows and peers behind your shoulder to see what you're working on. "For what?"

"It's for a skit in my Spanish class. I'm reciting my lines for Wednesday." He nods at your answer, glancing around to see you're alone. "Lyla signed off for a while, but she told me to tell you that if you 'need anyone to put a leash on you,' Jessica would answer the call."

The man narrowed his eyes and sucked his teeth, "of course she said that..." was all he murmured under his breath from his pixelated peer's words. With a heavy sigh, he turns back to the paper in your hand and extends out his. His silent request is answered when you pass him the sheet to skim. A brow is lifted. "Is the skit like some kind of married couple or—"

You confirm. "Yes. Our unit is on relationships, and my partner and I wanted to do a skit where the husband — my partner — comes home and surprises his wife with their favorite flower and then gives a nice speech on how much he loves her." Miguel still reads the script, but you continue on. "Luckily, our instructor said it's not our final where it's required to talk entirely in Spanish. So, we can say some English phrases or words if our brains go blank."

Miguel finally stops examining the script and eyes at you. "I can help."

Huh? "Excuse me?"

"You're the blue lines, right?" Correct. "Then I can be the red lines and help you practice."

Wait, no! "Oh no, there's no need for that, Miguel! I'm sure you're busy looking at the screens on your station and—"

"No pasa nada, Y/n," You gulp when he grabs a chair and sits close to you. "I'll say your partner's parts, and you reply with yours." There's no use in arguing with him out of this, so you just follow suit.

For the past thirty minutes, you and Miguel have been practicing. Sometimes he'll call you out on words you forget or mispronounce, which hurts your little heart being scolded like a child. But then there are times when he praises you for saying something correctly without second-guessing, or he'll ask for a pen to scratch off something and write a better phrase for you to say. And you can tell that your memorization's been improving thanks to his help. Maybe there was no need to be nervous.

The time is now 11:46, and you feel way more confident about this skit than before. Miguel can also tell by how much you've performed that you'll do fine on Wednesday. Guess that should do it. He puts the script down and gets up, heading back to his original post.

"Hey, wanna do the actual skit with me?"

Huh? "What?"

"Well, I was thinking," You squeak. "Maybe we can try acting out the skit without the paper now that I'm kinda getting the hang of it? But, I mean, that's only if you're okay with it, ya know..."

His brows trench down. Miguel knows he shouldn't do it; there are many universes in his post that he needs to keep an eye on in case anything pops off. He can't afford to just act out a scenario for some class. However, when he glances back at you, he faces mixed feelings. Your eyes look at his, nibbling on your bottom lip, and your fingers fidget with each other as you wait for his answer.

Miguel knows he shouldn't...but it won't hurt to comply this one time.

"Fine," your heart skips when he turns back to face you fully. "But don't mention it to Lyla or Jess. I'll never hear the end of it from those two."

"Of course!" You reassure him as you ready yourself, mentally calming the happiness brewing inside down. "You go."

He nods and plays the scene. He acts like he opens a door and holds an imaginary object. "Estoy en casa, cariño."

"Oh, bienvenido a casa, bebé!" You rush to Miguel and give him a hug. You feel him go rigid, and you freeze. Wait, he's still my boss and not my actual partner! Oh, God, I bet he regrets doing this now...Ughhh!! Commit now, cry later!

You quickly improvise and pull him by his spider suit to come close, placing pretend kisses on his cheeks. "Llegas pronto a casa, mi guapo muñeco. Is something wrong?"

Miguel stares at you for a few seconds before he blinks and coughs. "Ahem, Querida, vine temprano porque es tu cumpleaños. Y quería darte esto." The hand with the invisible object comes up, and you take it.

"Dios mío, ¿mi flor favorita en mi día especial?" You give the man a warm smile and place a hand on his cheek, stroking his skin lovingly. Miguel hitches his breath. "Eres demasiado buena conmigo, muñeco. Pero no tenías que regalarme nada."

It takes Miguel a moment, but he coughs once more and returns to the task. "Puede que la flor no fuera necesaria, pero tenía que conseguirla para ti, mi amor." He puts a hand on yours that's still on his cheek, now it's your turn to slow your breathing. "Cada vez que veo esta flor, sólo puedo pensar en ti. No sólo hoy, sino todos los días. Veo todo lo que haces por mí y nunca lo doy por sentado. You are my everything, Y/n. Tú eres mi mundo. Mi luz. Mi corazón. Mi… Mi…"

He stops, noticing your expression and shallow breaths. Your eyes never leave his, mouth agape, and your attention entirely on his words— no, on him. Even in this little act, you dare not move or say something out of turn. Listening to the man before you intently, your hand still in his.

He knows he shouldn't, but Miguel leans into you, and a small gasp leaves you before his lips press onto your soft ones. "....Mi alma."

Your brain short-circuits, the feel of his lips overtaking you. You awkwardly kiss him back, resulting in a moan from Miguel. He grabs your waist while pushing himself forward, making you walk backwards until you hit the table. The bump has you two break the kiss, forcing you back to reality.

Miguel says nothing, and so do you, your eyes honing in on his deep red orbs. Your thoughts go too fast that your head pounds. What? What was that? Did he mean to do that??

"Túmbate."

He captures your attention. "What?"

"Lie down, mi amor." He commands in a stern voice. Hesitance restrains you, yet you still follow orders and sit on the table with your back to the surface. A small smile creeps up on Miguel, and he leans down to plant more kisses on your sweet lips. "Good. Now, say your part."

Slow smooches from your chin to your neck leave you breathless. Although the heat in your face is unbearable, you play along and stick to the script. "My wonderful husband...Y...You are so thought—"

"Se supone que está en español, Y/n." He corrects you. Lifting your shirt to reveal your abdomen. Miguel kisses your exposed tummy while his hand snakes past your bottoms, pressing a finger down on the wet spot of your clothed vulva. Your toes curl as your first moan leaves puffy lips. "Try again."

You intake a deep breath. "Ere...Eres muy considerado con—Mmmm....conmigo." Your bottoms and undergarments are now off, your bare cunt out for Miguel to see. The older man props your legs upward with both hands as he brings his face close to your pussy. He lightly blows on it, and you bite your lip from the cold air. "Keep going, mi vida."

"Cuando....no haya luz en mi—Oooh!!" Miguel flicks your clitoris with his tongue before nestling it between your soaked folds, sucking and laving your essence. "Nnnmp! Mi-Miguel, I can't do thisss...Your tongue, it feels so, so—Oh Christ..."

His ruby eyes peek at your face. "But you were doing just fine, Y/n." The way he says your name feels so sinful, so forbidden. But so pleasing to the ears. "Repeat it."

His tongue goes back to torment your slit. The risque noises the wet muscle makes with your slick-covered chasm ring your eardrums. Ecstatic whimpers fill the space around you, and you grab tufts of Miguel's brown hair when his tongue flicks your clit again. He's impatient, so you concede.

"Cuando no haya luz en mi vida....Haaaahhh, sé que estarás ahí para protegerme." Miguel pushes your tender bud against his teeth. His canine brushing on your pearl, causing you to jerk. "Eres mi sombra...Mi—Ahhhh!....escudo....Mi rey."

He chortles, "Good job, mi alma."

Satisfied with your cooperation, the man sucks on your precious sex as his forefinger nestles between your folds, your slick providing lubricant to naturally push his digit through your entrance. You jolt with a sharp cry, tears falling from your beautiful face.

His tongue and fingers go faster, and your release climbs higher with every lick. The stimulation of your poor cunt and clitoris is hardcore that you come in a few seconds, the walls of your chasm fluttering around Miguel's fingers coated with your personal fluids.

Your heavy pants slow down to steady your body that subsides from the aftershocks of your orgasm. Miguel withdraws his mouth and fingers from you, standing upright to take in your figure.

He scoffs with a tiny grin, licking his lips. "Amorcito."

You open your mouth to say something, but a flash of colors and shapes captures the attention of both of you. Your eyes go wide. Oh no, someone's coming!

With haste, you immediately grab for your bottoms and underwear before taking cover under the conference table, using it to quickly put your clothes back on before someone enters through the portal. That someone was Jessica Drew, making her arrival known by revving her motorbike.

"Jess," Miguel puts on his usually serious face. But on the inside, he's almost as nervous as you. Because he swiftly pulls a chair out to cover his erection lower regions.

"Hey, Miguel! I thought I'd find you here." The woman addresses him when she's done a lap around the table. Her portal vanishes from the scene. "I've been trying to call you through your watch. You not wearing it?"

He looks down at his wrist where it was supposed to be. "...I was using the restroom, so I left it on my station."

"Mmm, I figured." Jessica then notices the paper and backpack on the table. "This is Y/n's stuff, right? Where are they?"

"R-Right here, Jess!" To her surprise, you come out from the table with your bottoms fully secured. "Sorry, I was looking for my pen before packing up." You smile to ease the awkward tension and your racing heart.

"Oh, okay then." Jessica nods to your words and turns to Miguel. "Anyway, I was calling you up because I need backup. The guy I was dealing with somehow switched places with another villain. Took care of the other one, but my guy's elsewhere."

He hums. "Lyla."

"That's me." The yellow-pixelated woman with pink heart-shaped glasses appears once more.

"Where are the coordinates of the anomaly Jess was handling?"

"I'm sorry, you want me to do what?"

"...."

"What's the magic word?" The tiny woman teases him while you and Jessica hold in your laughs.

Miguel's brows furrow with a slight pout. "....Canyoupleasesend—"

"Woah, woah, woah," Lyla gets closer to his face with each word, raising his irritation as she does so. "Little too fast there."

"Can you please give us the co—"

"Already gave it to Jess."

"Then what was the point—"

"You know how much I love to pester ya," her smile doesn't help squander his frustration, not when he also hears the exchanged giggles between you and Jessica. "And call that payback for not having your watch on you."

To avoid their eyes seeing Miguel's situation, he leaves and fetches his watch quickly after being repeatedly teased by the two women. He returns ready with his mask on and the device on his wrist. Lyla and Jess are waiting for him, same with you and all your stuff packed up. It's 12 in the morning now, you have to get home. "Ready?"

"Yup, see ya there." The woman on her bike starts it up. Lyla disappears when the dimension is opened. "Bye, Y/n!"

"Bye, Jess!" You wave goodbye to the woman, who does one final lap before entering the portal to her new destination. And now you're back to being alone with Miguel, who you find looking at you. You gulp and say your thoughts. "Don't worry, I didn't tell them! And, sorry that it happened. I was being a little too close to you in the first—"

"Hey." Miguel lifts a hand to stop you from rambling on further, and you listen. "Your skit. When is it again?"

It takes you aback that he asks, but you still reply. "Wednesday?"

"Hm. Alright then." And with that, he walks to the portal to his next mission. But before he exits, he peers from his shoulder and proclaims something.

"Tell me how you did on Wednesday, then we'll continue with this talk."

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swxxtsxcchxrine · 11 months

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Hi idk if you're taking asks but if you are can you please write Miguel with a pregnant wife?

Thank you in advance!!

i'm so sorry i'm replying to your asks so late, ive been soooo busy bro like im so fucked cuz i might be in legal trouble but like life happens innit.

anywaysssss, this ask is soooo cute omdss

after the birth of your daughter, Miguel has been obsessed with the idea of you being pregnant. him finding out that you were pregnant with another child had him jumping for joy. the man wouldn't let you lift a finger even if it was to change the TV channel. "princesa, make sure you take care of mommy for me, ok?" he says, giving his daughter a fat kiss across the cheek. your due date was soon approaching and the house was bare of groceries. "daddy, where do babies come from?" the 5 year old ask curiously. "ok, that's enough, daddy needs to go shopping," you said, picking up your child and telling Miguel to pick his jaw up off the floor. "come on bubba, lets go bake an apple pie," you waddled to the kitchen.

2 hours of chasing your daughter around with flour flew by, and before you knew it, your husband was home with several bags full of shopping. hearing the persistent screams of terror and her squeals of joy had Miguel standing on edge. he opened the door to the kitchen to find a horror scene. flour, milk eggs and butter was splayed all across the kitchen. the pie dough had just been made and was sitting haphazardly in the pie pot in the middle of the island. both you and your daughter froze, both exchanging looks of concern.

"i left you too alone, for 2 hours. and i come home to this mess you created. how could you do this to me. how could you have this much fun without me?" Miguel feigned hurt. "i can't believe-" he was cut off by a big fat splat on his face and the tale tell sounds of a high pitched giggle. a mixture of eggs and flour was dripping down his stern face. "oh, you are so getting it now," he sneers as his daughter squeals and runs around the kitchen. the sounds of her small feet slapping against the tiled floors.

his daughter cowed against a wall. realising she had nowhere so go, her shrieks increased in pitch. "now i've got you were i want," Miguel chuckles lowly. "now i've got you where i want," you exclaim raising your hands to dump half a bag of flour on his big head. you can't help it as you let out a loud laugh. Miguel sighed in defeat, smiling as he watched his two girls in pure joy. your bulbous belly had you waddling up the stairs with your daughter to go and wash her up before bed as it was getting late and there were eggs in her hair. Miguel had agreed to clean the kitchen and after some argument - since you were the one to mess it up - Miguel briefly shut you up and told you wash up and get ready for bed because tomorrow you guys had to go shopping for the baby and see if Miles was available to babysit your daughter when you went in labour.

your daughter was sound asleep and you'd just finish your skincare routine by the time Miguel came out of the shower. his towel hung low, just below his v-line. his abs glistening in your low bedroom light. his hair dripped down his neck. "you ready for bed, baby?" he asked, coming up behind you to put your butt-length braids into your bright pink bonnet matching with your pjs. he walked over to your shared bed, as you followed soon after. "she most definitely takes after you," you chuckle, facing your husband. "don't even. you and i know damn well she takes after you," he snaps. "well either way, she's honestly the best thing to have happened to us. and now we have another thing coming," you sigh rubbing your belly. "i wonder who he'll take over," Miguel says.

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