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daisies-daydreams · 4 months

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I’m in desperate need of a desperate Miguel who worships the very ground his wife walks on 😔🙏 BRO IS HUGE AND I JUST KNOW. I JUST KNOW HE WOULD LOVE TO BE LIKE A CAT AND MAKE BISCUITS ON HIS CHUBBY WIFEY. And the ASSets are just sprinkles on the cake. So let’s just say chubby wifey puts on a whole cute outfit and her hair is cute and everything. They go on a date and Yk she gets stares and compliments..BUT MIGUELS POSSESSIVE ASS IS LIKE ‘keep looking..keep saying stuff..BUT THIS ASS IS MINE’ Yk. And then it ends with Miguel bending us over at a 90 degree angle and possible 180. How does he do it idk. Science.

Adore You (Miguel O’Hara x Plus-Size!Wife!Reader)

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x Plus-Size!Wife!Reader Category: Fluff/Smut (18+) Warnings: Jealous!Miguel, Swearing, Manhandling, Oral Sex (F!Receiving), Vaginal Fingering, Mating Press, Full Nelson, Unprotected P in V Sex (You know the drill), Rough Sex, Slight Exhibitionism, Creampies, I'm Not Fluent in Spanish Word Count: 5.5k+

A/N: Hi hi! Thank you very much for your request! I love husband!Miguel (that man has my whole heart I swear). I hope you enjoy! 💕

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI

The valet’s cheeks flushed the second you stepped out of the car.

“G-Good evening ma’am,” the thin man stammered. You flashed him a friendly smile as you smoothed your hands over your dress, your breasts nearly spilling out from the tight-fitting clothing as you adjusted yourself. Your eyes sparkled as you looked up at the luxurious restaurant before you - a large marble building laced with ribbons of ivy. You smiled when your husband, Miguel, came beside you and gingerly laid a hand on your hip.

“Happy anniversary, cariño,” your beloved whispered with a bright grin [honey]. You beamed and turned around, your hands gliding over his muscular forearms. Miguel’s eyes softened as you raised yourself on your tiptoes and puckered your lips. He smiled and dipped his head down to capture your lips in a warm, tender embrace. His brows furrowed when the valet cleared his throat.

“Right,” your husband muttered as he handed the man his keys. The valet thanked him before climbing into the large, black sports car. You squeaked as Miguel’s hand glided from your hip to the globe of your ass.

“Mi amor,” you whispered loudly as your cheeks flushed [My love]. Your husband chuckled.

“What? I’m just escorting my lovely wife inside,” he mused with a wink.

“Mhm,” you hummed with raised brows. Miguel pecked your forehead as he kept his hand over your bum while leading you inside. You looked around in awe at the several marble pillars that lined the walls of the restaurant.

"O'Hara, party of two," your husband said to the hostess at the front desk. The blonde woman nodded before grabbing two thick menus.

"Please follow me!" she chirped. You smiled at your beloved as the two of you were escorted to the back patio. The sound of piano music combined with the casual chatter of the guests filled your ears as you stepped back outside. You gasped when you saw a table set by the balcony: a bottle of wine neatly placed on the side, a card resting on a plate, and rose petals sprinkled across the white table cloth.

"One of our servers will be out momentarily. Enjoy your evening!" the woman said as she clasped her hands together.

"Thank you," you grinned before she turned and walked back inside. Your heart warmed as Miguel took your smaller hand into his.

“Do you like it?” he asked before kissing each and every one of your knuckles. You swallowed the lump in your throat as you nodded.

“I love it. Muchas gracias, mi vida,” you sniffed [Thank you so much, my life]. Your husband smiled and cupped your cheek.

"De nada, mi amor," he whispered [You’re welcome]. Butterflies fluttered in your stomach as Miguel stepped over and pulled out your chair.

"Mi señora," he hummed [My lady].

"Gracias, mi caballero," you giggled as you took your seat [Thank you, my gentleman]. Miguel kissed the top of your head just as your waiter strolled up to the table.

“Welcome to Le Jardin de Marbre! My name is Mark and I’ll be taking care of you this...fine evening,” the dark-haired man lilted as his eyes grazed over your form. You felt Miguel shift behind you before Mark's smile fell. He cleared his throat while your husband took his seat. “Would the two of you care for any other drinks besides your wine?” the waiter asked.

“Yes, I'll have a water, please,” you replied. Miguel simply nodded with a short grunt. Mark grinned before popping open the bottle of red wine. You gasped as the cork flew over your head and over the balcony.

“Ah, I’ll get it later,” the waiter laughed nervously. You giggled while Miguel’s furrowed his thick brows. Mark leaned close to you while he tilted the neck of the bottle over your sparkling glass.

“Might I say you look wonderful this evening, ma’am,” the bold man whispered. You flushed a little as you gazed back down at the menu.

“Th-Thank you,” you muttered. You blinked as you shifted your gaze between your glass and the bottle. “Um, that’s good,” you piped up. Mark looked down to see that he’s nearly filled your entire glass.

“Sorry about that,” he said with an apologetic smile. Miguel raised a brow as he poured his drink next. Mark's hands shook as your husband's frown slowly shifted into a deep scowl. The server placed the bottle down before stepping back.

“I’ll go get your waters,” Mark said before quickly turning on his heel. You took a small sip of your wine, the slightly sweet flavor washing over your taste buds as you turned your attention to the card in front of you.

“Would you like me to open it now?” you asked.

“I'll leave it up to you,” he smiled before taking a sip of his drink. Your heart skipped a beat as you carefully ripped the envelope open. You pulled the card out with a giddy smile as you straightened in your seat. You smiled as you opened it, a small postcard slipping out. You eyed it briefly before your attention was stolen by the words in front of you:

“Mi Cielo,

Words can’t describe how much love I have for you. Every day I’m thankful to have you as my wife-my beloved. You make my heart glow when I wake up next to you every morning, when I get home from work, when you hold me after I’ve had a long day. You are so precious, (Y/N), and I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with someone as incredible as you.

Te amo mucho, mi vida. Feliz aniversario.

Sincerely,

Tu gran oso”

Tears streamed down your cheeks as your bottom lip trembled.

“Lo siento, mi amor. I didn’t mean to make you cry,” Miguel cooed as he brushed his thumb over your cheek [I’m sorry, my life]. You shook your head.

“No, it’s okay. I’m just so, so happy to have someone as amazing as you in my life,” you beamed. Miguel’s eyes softened as he slipped his hand into yours again.

“Gracias, bella,” he murmured [Thank you, beautiful]. “Did you see the little gift I left in there?” Miguel asked with a sparkle in his eye. You glanced down at your lap to see the postcard staring up at you. Your heart raced as you picked it up, admiring the picturesque image of Niagara Falls. You curiously flipped it over.

“Make sure to bring your raincoat ♥️”

You gasped and looked up.

“You mean…” your voice trailed off. Miguel smiled brightly and nodded.

“I was even able to book the same suite. It’s only for a long weekend, but I know those few days will be well spent with you, mi vida,” he cooed as he kissed your hand. You couldn’t stop yourself from getting up and wrapping your arms around your husband, your heart brimming with joy.

You’ll never forget that day he took you to Niagara Falls. It was a complete surprise when Miguel knelt down on the deck of your hotel room, the rumble of the falls filling your ears as he asked you to spend the rest of your life with him.

“Te amo mucho, gran oso,” you sniffed [I love you very much, big bear]. Miguel cupped your cheek before pressing another tender kiss to your lips.

“Te amo mucho, conejita,” Miguel beamed [I love you very much, little bunny]. You bit your lip as you pulled back and took your seat. Your heart pounded against your sternum as you pulled out the small box from your purse.

“My gift isn’t as big,” you said a little sheepishly. Miguel parted his lips as you handed the box to him.

“Oh, bebé. You know I’ll love any gift you give me,” he cooed [baby]. He leaned in closer. “Size doesn’t matter, right?” Miguel smirked. You rolled your eyes and laughed.

“Right…it’s how you use it,” you reply with a wry grin. Miguel shook his head as he chuckled.

“I love your quick wit, conejita,” your beloved hummed. You leaned forward on your elbows as you watched Miguel start to unwrap his gift. You bit your lip as he pulled the lid off with a quiet "pop". His eyes lit up when he saw a silver watch glisten beneath the dim candlelight. You squeezed your hands in your lap as he slipped it out of the box.

“Oh, hermosa,” Miguel breathed as he slid the watch against his wrist [beautiful]. You bit your lip a little harder as he admired it. “The very first gift you gave me,” he murmured softly. You nodded as you rubbed the back of your neck.

“I know you said that you’ve been meaning to get it fixed for a while, so I stopped by the jewelers last month,” you said. Miguel clasped the watch over his wrist, smiling as he observed the hands of the little clock tick by.

“Thank you so much, (Y/N),” Miguel smiled as he leaned forward. Your heart skipped a beat as you met him in the middle, your lips slowly caressing each other in a loving embrace. You sighed as he cupped your cheek, your heart fluttering as his warm lips sweetly brushed over yours. You pulled your head back when someone nearby cleared their throat.

“Your water, ma'am,” Mark said as he placed your glass onto the table. "Sir," he said to Miguel with a bit more flat tone. You slumped back in your chair before realizing you haven't even looked at the menu.

"We still need a few minutes," you said to your waiter.

"Of course," Mark said with a bright grin before excusing himself. You and Miguel relaxed as you opened your menus. You smiled at the way the candlelight flickered in Miguel’s soft, brown eyes.

Tonight couldn’t have been more perfect.

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You patted your napkin over your mouth before sinking into your seat with a satisfied smile.

“That was the best food I’ve had in a while,” you sighed happily. Your husband quirked one of his thick, dark brows.

“Even better than my cooking?” Miguel asked. Your eyes widened.

“Oh, um, well-“ your husband started to chuckle.

“Don’t worry, hermosa. I know my cooking’s terrible,” he snickered. You giggled.

“I mean, I was going to say something…” you lilted. Miguel placed a hand over his chest as if cradling a fresh wound.

“Ouch,” he replied.

“You said it, not me,” you shrugged before taking another sip of your wine. Miguel chuckled, his eyes half lidded as they raked over your form.

“I think this wine’s making us both a bit too bold,” Miguel smirked. Your cheeks warmed as he gently reached beneath the table and laid his hand on your knee. You bit your lip as a wave of heat swept through your core.

“Maybe that’s not such a bad thing,” you replied with a low whisper. Just as Miguel tilted his head and leaned forward, Mark’s shadow loomed over the two of you.

“Your bill, sir,” he said as he set the paper down on the table. Your love made no effort to hide his annoyance as he took the receipt.

“Thanks,” your husband said. He pulled out his credit card after the server briskly walked away. Miguel sighed and rose from his seat. “I’ll be right back,” he whispered with quick peck to your cheek. You grinned and watched as he walked back into the restaurant.

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Miguel hummed as he strolled towards the restroom. It’s been so long since his heart has felt this full. Your smile, your laugh, the smooth, gentle touch of your lips against his all made him feel more complete. Miguel wore a bright grin as he pushed the restroom door wide open.

“Did you see the juicy ass on that chick sitting next to the balcony?” Mark loudly whispered. Miguel froze and lingered in the doorway when he saw two waiters at the urinals.

“Dude, I know. I’d love a piece of that cake…if you know what I mean,” the other server chortled. Miguel narrowed his eyes. Okay, there’s a lot of people out on the patio. Surely they weren’t-

“And that tight, black dress-fuck. Can’t imagine how those pretty tits would look while she’s-“

Both of them whipped their heads around when Miguel let the door slam behind him, a deadly glint flickering in his eyes as his jaw tightened.

“Excuse me, I couldn’t help but overhear your conversation,” he said while straightening his shoulders. Mark frowned as his eyes grew to the size of dinner plates.

“O-Oh,” he simply replied as he awkwardly shuffled in place. Miguel tilted his head, his muscles bulging beneath his crisp suit.

“H-Hey man. We didn’t mean any harm,” the other waiter said as he hastily zipped up his pants. Miguel scoffed and narrowed his eyes.

“Well, I suggest you speak about my wife with much more respect-or any woman for that matter,” he spat. Their faces grew cherry red as Miguel tugged on his jacket. “Now, if you’ll excuse me gentlemen, I’m going to go home and make love to my beautiful wife,” Miguel said as he tugged on his jacket. He scowled as he turned on his heel and stomped back outside.

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You blinked as Miguel strolled up to the table. To say he looked enraged would’ve been an understatement: his nostrils were flared, shoulders tensed and face glowing a bright cherry red.

“Miguel, what’s wrong?” you asked as you placed a hand on his large arm. Your husband paused as he glanced towards the glass doors. His eyes became half-lidded as he took your hand into his before pulling you up. You squeaked as he reached down and cupped his other palm against the globe of your ass.

“M-Miguel,” you said in a loud whisper as you nervously glanced around. You could’ve sworn you saw him smirk as the waiter rushed up to your table. Mark’s hands trembled as he threw the credit card and receipt down.

“Thankyouhavealovelyevening!” he squeaked before running back into the building. You furrowed your brows before grabbing your things.

"I wonder what happened to him?" you wondered aloud as you slipped your cards into your purse. Your face glowed with heat as Miguel squeezed your supple ass with more force before guiding you across the patio.

“Miguel, people are looking,” you whispered as your eyes scanned the crowd.

“Let them look,” he replied with a low rumble as he opened the door for you. You tilted your head down as waiters, patrons, even the receptionist stared as your husband escorted you to the front of the building.

Miguel didn’t even need to say anything as the two of you made your way towards the valet stand, the man’s face beet red as you approached. He quickly snatched your keys and rushed to get your car, nearly tripping over the curb in the process. You glanced up at your beloved, his face twisted with even more fury than before. You bit your lip as you turned around and rested your hands on his chest.

“Miguel, bebé, please tell me what’s wrong,” you pleaded while rubbing your palms against his white button-up. Miguel’s shoulders remained stiff as you rubbed his chest, your bottom lip poking out every so slightly. "¿Por favor?" you asked [Please?]. He frowned and glanced away as the valet rolled up with your car and scrambled towards you.

“H-Have a good evening,” the man said, his face completely drained of all color. You gave the valet an apologetic smile before you slid into the black, polished car. The tension on the ride home was nearly unbearable. Miguel’s jaw clenched and unclenched as he kept his eyes on the road, his large hands gripping the steering wheel until his knuckles turned pale. The sound of soft jazz playing on the radio did little to ease the knot of anxiety tightening in your chest.

Did you do something wrong? Did he actually hate the gift you gave him? He put so much effort into booking the restaurant and the place the two of you stayed where he proposed to you…and what did you give him? A repaired watch.

You felt completely deflated by the time Miguel pulled up to your apartment complex.

“We’re home,” he said in a subdued voice. You nodded, your heart sinking into your stomach as you unbuckled your seatbelt. Your shoes clacked against the sidewalk as the two of you made your way to the front door.

“Evening, Mr. and Mrs. O’Hara,” the doorman Ben said.

"Evening, Ben," you said with a small smile. Your throat tightened when Miguel wrapped one of his bulky arms around you and pulled you to his side. You frowned as the two of you stepped inside, his grip unyielding as you walked into the elevator. You felt Miguel loosen his hold on you, allowing you some space to step back.

“Miguel, what-” you gasped when he pinned you against the wall and captured your mouth in a wet, sloppy kiss. Your breasts rubbed against your strapless bra as you felt him slide his tongue past your lips, his wet muscle tangling with yours as something hard poked at the inside of your thigh. You panted when he pulled back, his pupils blown and drinking in your curvaceous form.

“Y-You’re not mad at me?” you blinked. Your husband furrowed his dark brows.

“Mad? Why would I be mad at you, mi ángel?” Miguel purred as he rested his hands on your hips [my angel]. You gripped the lapels of his navy blue jacket as he began to grind his hard cock against your clothed pussy. You bit your lip as a pulse of arousal shot through your core.

“Te deseo, Mami,” your love groaned [I want you, Mommy]. You gasped as he rubbed his hard, throbbing cock against your crotch while he kneaded the supple flesh of your waist. “God, you have no idea how much I wanted to rip this dress off your body and fuck you right on that patio,” he rumbled and nipped at the shell of your ear. You shivered as Miguel trailed his lips over your pulse.

“Miguel,” you panted as he ground his hips against you, your clit throbbing against the fabric of your silky panties. Your husband pulled back as soon as the elevator dinged.

“Mi amor, por fa - te necesito,” he husked as he dipped his hand beneath your chin and tilted your head up [My love, please - I need you]. You felt your inhibitions quickly dissolve as a wave of heat pulsed through your core.

“Soy todo tuyo,” you whispered as you laid your hands over his chest [I’m yours]. You moaned as he bared his teeth against your neck and slid his hands over your plump ass. You squeaked and ducked your head into his broad shoulder when he slapped your rear, the slight sting sending ripples of arousal through your heat.

“I’m going to make sure you never forget this night,” Miguel growled as he kneaded your supple cheeks in his massive palms. Your heart raced as he picked you up by your waist and carried you into the penthouse. You dropped your purse on the tiled floor as you threaded your fingers through his dark, silky locks. Miguel groaned as your lips met in a passionate dance, your tongues gliding across one another with a soft squelch. You hungrily devoured each other’s mouths in a heated kiss as he kicked the bedroom door open. You squeaked at the sudden noise and tensed in his arms.

“Lo siento. I didn’t mean to startle you,” Miguel whispered, his plump lips dancing over yours [I’m sorry].

“It’s okay,” you murmured gently, your hands falling down to wrap around his thick neck. Your husband's eyes raked across your body as he laid you down on the plush, king-sized bed. You dug your nails into the back of his neck as he suckled over the nape of your neck, his deft fingers rolling the skirt of your dress over your hips. He sucked in a sharp breath when he laid eyes on your clothed sex.

“See what you do to me, bebé?” Miguel groaned before taking your hand and trailing it down his shirt. Your breath hitched when you felt the heavy, hard cock twitch against your palm. You bit your lip and mewled as your love nipped at your soft skin.

“Papi, fuck,” you gasped as he slid your thong to the side and rubbed at your slick, puffy folds with his digits. You husband rumbled as he spread your pussy lips apart with his thick fingers.

"Mm, tan mojada," Miguel groaned with a smirk [so wet].

"Please, Miguel," you swallowed thickly as you spread your legs as much as you could. Your husband licked his lips as he locked eyes with you.

"Don't worry, baby. Just need to make sure you're stretched out for my cock first," he rumbled. Your mouth opened in a silent moan when he suddenly sank two of his thick digits inside your tight, weeping hole.

“Oh my God!” you shivered and gripped the sheets as he curled his fingertips against your sensitive, spongey g-spot. Your gummy walls clenched around his two digits as Miguel chuckled. He parted his lips as he massaged your hip, his eyes lit with a deep, primal hunger.

“That’s it, bebé. Keep making those pretty noises for me,” Miguel grunted as relentlessly thrusted his fingers inside your plush cunt. Your eyes widened as he kissed down your chest and stomach before hovering his lips over your mound.

“S-Shit!” you moaned and arched your back as your husband dipped his head down and eagerly suckled on your bundle of nerves. Miguel grunted against your juicy slit, your arousal smearing over his broad chin as you ground your hips against his face. “M-Miguel, baby,” you groaned as your love flattened his warm tongue over your engorged bud.

“Tan bueno - sabe tan bien,” he growled against your wet folds before lapping at your clit [So good - tastes so good]. Tears of pleasure pricked at the corners of your eyes as Miguel continued to fuck your tight pussy with his thick fingers.

“Bebé,” you choked as you felt his digits stretch you out while he swirled his tongue around your bundle of nerves. Your jaw went slack when he curled his fingers inside you again, letting the intoxicating pressure linger for much longer.

“Make a mess on my face, Mami,” your husband urged with a low growl. A high-pitched cry left your swollen lips as Miguel eagerly pumped his fingers in and out of your tight, slick hole, the tension in your lower belly growing tighter and tighter.

“S-Sí Papi - just like that,” you encouraged him as you fisted the crisp bedsheets. Miguel groaned as your arousal dripped down his chin and neck, his tongue painting bold, wet stripes from your stuffed hole and all the way up to your clit. Your eyes rolled back as he pumped his fingers even faster while puckering his lips around your bundle of nerves.

“M-Miguel!” you squealed when he suddenly pulled his fingers out, leaving your hole puckering and begging for more. A bolt of pleasure struck through you when he started to hastily unbuckle his belt.

“Lo siento, mi vida. I can’t wait anymore,” Miguel growled as he shoved his slacks and briefs down in one swift motion. Your cunt fluttered when you saw his thick, heavy cock spring free, a thick bead of precum adorning his flush tip. Your husband's eyes remained on your dripping cunt as he shoved his jacket and white button-up onto the floor. Your mouth watered as you stared at the mortal Adonis standing in front of you, his rippling muscles tensing as he pumped his girthy shaft.

You gasped as he quickly climbed on top of you and cupped his palms against the back of your knees. You squealed when Miguel pushed your legs towards your shoulders, your puffy tummy poking out as he nearly folded you in half.

“Ah!” you cried as he slammed his cock inside you in one fluid thrust. Your legs tensed in his grip as you tried to adjust to the sudden fullness inside you, his girth stretching your tight hole with a delicious burn.

“Eyes on me, conejita,” Miguel murmured, his hot breath falling over your face and neck. You glanced through the sheet of tears that blurred your vision, your body quaking with pleasure as you felt the head of his cock kiss your cervix.

“I want you to make as much noise as you'd like. Don't worry about the neighbors...for tonight, it's just the two of us. Okay, Mami?” Miguel rasped before nipping the shell of your ear. You whined as your walls ached for the sweet drag of his veiny cock. You nodded vigorously as you bit your lip, the heaviness of his cock deliciously weighing in your tight hole.

"Such a good little wife," Miguel grunted as he pulled his taut hips back. Your heart skipped a beat as Miguel rested his forehead against yours before he sheathed his cock down to the hilt.

“Fuck!" you choked as you felt the slight sting of his cock molding your walls to its shape.

“God, I love how your tight, perfect pussy grips me,” Miguel murmured as he rocked his hips back and forth. His breath hitched as your walls squeezed his veiny shaft. Your cheeks burned as he wrapped his lips around yours while he thrusted into you at a rapid, sloppy pace.

“M-Miguel!” you screamed and wrung your hands in the sheets as your lover pounded into your cunt, each drag of his cock deliciously stretching you out more and more. You squealed as Miguel squeezed the back of your knees, his balls slapping against your plump asscheeks. You shivered as he released a deep growl, his cock throbbing and twitching between your swollen, gummy walls.

“R-Right there Papi!” you yelled as the bulbous head of his cock perfectly grazed over your g-spot. You threw your head back as your husband leaned forward and wrapped his lips around yours while he desperately pounded into your raw cunt.

“So good, so good to me," he panted. You moaned as you felt your cunt already starting to clamp down on his shaft.

“M-Miguel, wait! I’m gonna-” you were cut off when he pressed his lips to your neck, his hips snapping against yours and making your thick asscheeks clap loudly.

“Cum for me, conejita,” he grunted. Your bottom lip trembled as the tight knot in your belly suddenly snapped.

“MIGUEL!” you screamed as your slick walls clenched around his girth. Miguel’s thrusts stuttered as your pussy squeezed his cock in a vice grip, your slick gushing past the stuffed seam of your raw, tight cunt.

“Mierda,” your husband breathed as you unraveled beneath him [Shit]. You babbled as your cunt pulsed; every contraction sending an overwhelming wave of bliss over your trembling form. You moaned as Miguel continued to thrust his cock inside your weeping cunt, your arousal sticking to the front of his thighs as he groaned above you. Hot tears rolled down your puffy cheeks when Miguel suddenly pulled out and flipped you onto your stomach.

“Miguel?” you breathed as your heart raced. Your squealed as your husband pulled you up and wrapped his arms beneath your knees.

“Unphase the blinds to level zero,” Miguel rumbled. Your eyes widened as he lifted you up and immediately sheathed you down on his stiff cock, your slick pussy swallowing his length whole.

“¡P-Papi!” you gasped as he carried you over to your wide bedroom windows, the holographic blinds slowly fading to reveal the neon glow of Nueva York. Your thighs shook in his bulky arms as he froze just inches from the window. Your heart raced as you gazed at the lewd reflection of yourself in the crystal glass, your hot breath fogging against the clear surface.

Your jaw went slack as Miguel started to thrust into your wet heat, your gushing cunt squelching with each snap of his hips.

“Look down there, mi amor. Look at all those men who will never be able to fuck you like I do,” he rasped as he bounced you on his shaft. Your eyes glazed over as you gazed down at the streets below. You’d be more embarrassed had you not just cum on your husband’s dick…but there was a tiny part of you that indulged in being claimed by your beloved. “They’ll never get to hear your pretty moans, feel your soft, perfect pussy grip their cocks,” Miguel growled as he nipped at your neck. You dug your nails into his forearm as he pounded into your cunt with no restraint, his breathing growing ragged and arms tensing beneath your legs.

“Say you’re mine, (Y/N),” he groaned before puckering his lips over your pulse. You moaned as shook in his hold as you tried to swim through the haze of your ecstasy.

“I-I’m yours, Papi!” you screamed. You gasped as Miguel raked his teeth over your hickey.

“Who do you belong to?!” he snarled. You sobbed as your cunt greedily sucked in his cock with.

“I belong to you, Miguel!” you moaned loudly. You mewled as your arousal leaked onto the floor.

“Good girl, good fucking girl,” your husband groaned as he kissed your cheek before thrusting even faster.

“Mmmm-Miguel,” you slurred. You screamed silently as he sank his teeth into your shoulder, the slight sting mixing with the intoxicating pleasure that rippled through your core. Your throat tightened as his cock dragged along your soft walls, your slick dripping down the inside of your thighs and gliding over your jiggling asscheeks.

“Gonna cum for me again, hm?” Miguel husked before tracing the tip of his tongue across the fresh bite mark.

“S-Sí, Papi,” you whined. You felt him smirk against your shoulder as he kept you in front of the window, your heart racing at the thought of someone seeing the two of you in such an intimate position. You moaned as his thrusts began to falter, his hot breath falling over your exposed skin.

“M-Mig-!” you shouted as your vision was flooded with white.

“Yes, that’s it Mami. S-Soak this fat fucking cock with your sweet cum,” your husband rasped as you threw your head against his shoulder.

“Fuck,” you sobbed as a wave of pleasure rushed through your heat, your pussy squirting all over his massive, swollen cock. Miguel groaned as he squeezed your legs.

“So close,” he hissed through gritted teeth as his cock twitched inside your fluttering walls. You gripped your hands over his as your body jiggled with every powerful snap of his hips.

“Por fa Papi…fill me,” you whispered breathily. Miguel grunted against your neck as he slammed you down on his cock for the last time. Both of you moaned as he painted your slick walls white with thick, heavy ropes of his seed. You felt Miguel shiver behind you as his cock throbbed, his warm cum splashing against your swollen cervix.

“Yes,” Miguel growled deeply as he kept your back pressed to his chest. You swallowed thickly and shuddered as his cock began to soften inside you, thick beads of his cum swelling and dripping down the curve of your ass. The air was filled with your deep, heavy breaths, your bodies coated in a thin sheen of sweat.

“That was…wow,” you didn’t even have the mental capacity to describe what just happened. Miguel chuckled softly and nodded.

“Yeah,” he grinned and pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder. You squealed as he gave your legs another gentle squeeze. “Activate blinds to ten,” Miguel called out. The windows soon fogged up with the holographic blinds again as he took a step back. Your eyelids began to grow heavy as he carried you to bed. You whimpered when your giant husband laid both of you down, his cock softening between your raw, oversensitive walls. You sighed as you felt his hands mindlessly wander across your body, his lips grazing your neck every so often.

“Do you want to take a shower?” Miguel murmured as his lips dancing over your pulse. You sighed.

“Actually, could we just stay here for a little bit?” you asked and slightly turned his face. The corners of your husband’s eyes crinkled as he gave you a gentle smile.

“Of course, mi amor,” he purred and pecked your lips. You returned his grin as he kept you against his chest, his large, bulky arms wrapped around you like a cozy cocoon. You kissed his bulging bicep before tracing your fingertips across the many dips and curves of his arm. Miguel sighed as he nuzzled his face against your neck, his warm breath tickling over your pulse.

“Te amo mucho, (Y/N),” your beloved whispered before gently kissing your cheek. You sighed as you relished in the way his lips lingered on your skin while you closed your eyes.

“Te amo mucho, Miguel,” you murmured softly.

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noobsquasher · 2 years

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Love your writing omg, can you pls pls write one where y/n has never had an orgasm before and is really innocent so her best friend Peter (who’s kinda dominant) helps her by going down and fingering her??

Say Yes To Heaven ✮

Word count: 3.1k

Warnings: unprotected sex, praising, degrading, fingering, oral sex (reading receiving), swearing, etc

Summary: Your best friend, Peter is shocked to hear that you've never had an orgasm before. So in return, he offers to give you your first.

Notes: Peter Parker x Female Reader

All characters in this story are 18+

I know. 6 months since I've uploaded something, but here's another toe-curling smut for you <3 thanks for all love I've been receiving even though I've been gone.

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“Which one is this for?” You asked, holding the foreign Lego piece, not knowing where to place it.

“Oh! That’s the last piece I was looking for. Put that on the top, right here.” He pointed to the arch of the plastic building, indicating where to put it.

You leaned over, carefully moving forward to gently connect the Lego pieces.

“There! Voila!” You cheered, impressed that you finished about a quarter of your Hogwarts Lego project with Peter.

“Great! Now we have about… 1,500 more pieces to go!”

You took a deep breath, already tired of how long you guys have been building this. You took a look outside, the sky was painted with deep rose and tangerine, slight hints of indigo parading the ends of the horizon.

“Pete, let’s take a break. I’m hungry.” You stood up, making your way towards his kitchen.

“Uh, sure. What do you wanna eat? I have…” he followed you before opening his fridge, checking to see what he had in store, “Well, I um… I don’t really have much. May hasn’t gone shopping yet.”

“What about pizza?” You proposed.

“I have pizza dough. You wanna make it ourselves?”

“Make pizza with you? The last time you were in charge of cooking, the fire department showed up not even an hour later.”

“Hey! That was one time like forever ago!”

“That happened last week, Peter.”

He narrowed his eyes at you, huffing. You giggled.

“Look, it’ll be fun! Us two, cooking, creating something homemade. Come on.” Those big brown eyes of his practically begged you with just the bat of an eyelash.

You gazed at him, a smile creeping up your face.

“Fine. But I’m in charge of oven duty, not you.”

Afterward, you two started your cooking adventure. Having Peter even be in the kitchen was already a fire hazard, so you took on most of the work, letting him do the easy parts.

You watched intently as he rolled out the pizza dough, a pretty smile on his face as he enjoyed the activity.

You couldn’t help but get lost in the minuscule act, something so small doing so much to your heart. You felt pure infatuation run through your veins, your eyes practically twinkling as you watched the person you loved most.

You knew crushing on your best friend would have you end up in a ditch, a hole deep and wide enough to keep you from crawling out, a dark abyss that held all your pent-up feelings. Emotions that pricked you each time you saw Peter’s heart-wrenching smile.

You didn’t know if he liked you back, you wondered if it was even a possibility, hoped there was a small part of him that felt the same way you did.

You’ve known him forever, he’s been your sidekick since you could remember. Even when you found out that he was Spiderman, you still stuck with him through thick and thin, never leaving his side.

You never thought your relationship would turn up the way it has, but now you are stuck. Adhered to this impending adoration you hold for Peter fucking Parker.

Lost in your thoughts, you didn’t even realize when Peter tried to catch your attention.

“Hey? You alright, my love?” He looked concerned, slight fear on his face.

“What?”

“Why do you have that look on your face?”

“Huh? What look?”

He gazed at you, studying your features, eyes marked to your chest,

“Nothing. Um, I’m done with the dough. I already put the sauce on it.”

You took a deep breath, reaching over the kitchen island to grab the sliced cheese.

“Here, put the mozzarella on it.”

When the pizza was prepared, you took the pan and placed it inside the oven, setting it.

“Okay, we just gotta wait a little while, and then it’s done.” You announced.

“Alright. So… what do you wanna do?” Peter leaned against the counter, looking down at you. His stance sent strange chills down your spine, you gulped, trying to get your conscience together.

“I- I dunno. What do you wanna do?”

“Wanna watch a movie?”

“If you say Star-“

“Star Wars. There are new episodes of the man-“

“No, Peter. I’m not watching that shit again.”

“Why not?! You made me sit through five Twilight movies!”

“Don’t act like you're not on team Edward!”

“I’m team, Alice!”

You gazed at him, a grin staining your lips before you rolled your eyes, letting out a laugh. He couldn’t help but laugh at himself, the two of you cackling together.

“Okay, alright, we don’t need to watch Star Wars again. For your sake.” He put his hand on your arm, squeezing it.

You gazed up at him, your cheeks suddenly heating up.

“Uh… let’s just talk, until the pizza is done.”

He nodded his head, walking back to the living room to grab a seat on the couch.

You sat next to him, keeping a safe enough distance from him, for your sake, and your panties, of course.

“So, tell me something about yourself.”

You grinned,

“You know everything about me, Pete. You’ve known me forever.”

“Yeah, but people still hold secrets. Tell me one of yours.”

You kept your eyes on him, crossing your arms.

I’m in love with you.

“You first, Parker.”

“Hm… well, this secret is one of my worst. Truly horrific.” You tilted your head at him, “I’m… I’m a Leo man.” He confessed, putting his head into his hands as if he was terrified at what he just shared.

You gasped in mock offense,

“Leo?! Oh god, no!” You wailed, covering your eyes.

He laughed, shaking his head,

“I know… I know, It’s my biggest character flaw.”

You giggled,

“My biggest character flaw is not being able to have an orgasm.” You admitted, sharing a personal confession with Peter.

His brows knit together, his gaze shifting.

“What do you mean?”

“Well… I’ve only had sex once, and the guy didn’t make me finish. And I’ve you know… experimented with myself before, but I’ve never really had that big O every woman talks about. I’m kinda… embarrassed. I feel like there’s something wrong with me, you know? Guys can get off so easily, but then when it comes to women who are inexperienced and who don’t know much about their bodies, it’s a whole other situation.”

Peter listened intently, showing care in what you had to say.

“So, you’ve never had a real orgasm?” He gently asked.

“Not really.”

He kept his eyes on you, analyzing your body language.

You felt the invisible tension between you two wrap around your neck, practically suffocating you with your vulnerability. You felt your heart race, wanting to change the subject.

“Anyway, uh… I um, I think the pizza is ready.” You hastily stood up, making your way towards the kitchen.

“It's not ready yet, but it smells good.” You say, inhaling the mouth-watering scent that’s filled the room.

You felt Peter creep behind you, placing a careful hand on your waist. You didn’t jump at his touch, instead, you melted, leaning towards him.

“You haven’t had an orgasm yet?” His tone held genuine concern as if he really cared about your situation.

“It’s- it’s nothing, Peter. You shouldn’t-“

“Can I… can I show you how it feels?”

You were nearly thrown back, almost dumbfounded at his words.

“W-what?”

“I’m a firm believer that every woman should be able to have a good orgasm every once in a while. You are such a hard worker, honey. You put in so much care and effort into your everyday life and into the people you love and… and I just can’t see how you haven’t blown up with all that stress you must have.” You were completely starstruck by Peter at the moment, you thought your feet had molded into the floor, “Let me… let me take care of you. Show you how good it feels to finally let go, and have that earth-shattering orgasm you’ve been waiting for.”

You stood staring at him, unable to open your mouth. Had he just said what you thought he did? Propose an offer that would completely change your life.

“Peter, you- you don’t need to do that for me. I know you care about me and all, but it’s not your responsibility.”

“I know, but this feels like it is. I want you to have this experience, to step into a new path in your life.”

You gazed into his honeyed orbs, contemplating the idea.

This would be a whole new venture for you, a life-altering experience that you’ve been dying for. Denying the offer seemed like a foolish choice.

“…It’s okay if you don’t-“

“I want to. I want to experience it.”

He blinked,

“Are you sure? Like one hundred percent positive?”

“You're right, Peter. I need to experience this, I need to let go for once.”

His eyes never left yours as a smile stained his lips.

“So, we’re doing this? We’re really doing it?” He questioned, leaning closer to you. His chestnut orbs sparkled with underlying excitement, as did yours.

“We’re really doing it.”

As soon as Peter peeled off your sticky panties, your mind started to ramble.

Has Peter done this before? If so, how come he hasn’t told me? Does he like me too? He wouldn’t do this just as a friendly gesture, would he? How does this affect our relationship from now on? Is he—

“Hey… hey, you're alright. I’m here, Angel.” The nickname slipped out his lips so smoothly, so perfectly, it nearly stopped your heart.

He was so gentle with you, rubbing your thighs carefully, whispering soft affirmations to soothe you, treating you like something so fragile, a thin layer of glass.

“Are you sure you wanna keep going?” You felt your heart thump throughout your body as you looked down at him, his face inches away from your velvety folds.

“I mean- my pussy is already in your face so…” he chuckled, his warm laugh calming you.

“Alright… if I’m hurting you or anything, please speak up. Don’t be afraid to talk to me.”

“I will don’t worry.”

He took one more look at you before his thumb trailed to your throbbing clit, drawing slight circles around it. The instant shock had your head thrown back, soft moans escaping your lips.

“Shit… you're already soaked. Did I do this to you?” He continued his movements, playing with you like a guitar, pulling each string with pure delicacy, with one prominent goal in mind. You whimpered, breath heavy.

“Tell me, Angel. Who did this to you?”

Suddenly, his finger sunk inside you, almost too easy. You let out a roar, chest rising and falling as your gaze narrowed to the curly-haired boy between your legs.

“You! You did, Peter! All you!” The pleasure was overwhelming, you felt your entire body heat up, your mind spinning.

His fingers curled inside you, hitting that sweet spot of yours. You gasped, gripping onto his bed sheets as your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

“Good girl… such a sweet girl. You like that?” He praises, fingers digging deeper. You can’t help but continue to moan, eyes closed as you take in how fucking amazing this feels. Suddenly, you feel Peter’s hand slap your throbbing clit. You yelp, looking back at him.

“Eyes down here, baby. Look at me while I make you come.” His sugared demands came as a surprise to you.

Never have you seen Peter in this light before. It makes you feel a type of way, an instant feeling of desire. All you wanted was him. All of him. Every single inch of his cock just buried inside you.

“Peter! Oh- oh fucking god!” You felt something burn within you, complete ecstasy running through your veins as Peter’s thick fingers continued to destroy you.

“Talk to me, princess. Tell me what you want.” Your eyes practically burned into one another, Peter’s chestnut orbs were filled with lust. You wished he could always look at you like this.

“I want- shit, I want to come. Please, please let me come. I’m begging you!” He smiles, diving into you as his hot tongue starts to draw circles around your little bundle of nerves. Harsh moans escape your lips, your legs starting to shake.

It was as if his lips were a work of magic, moving them in such an inconceivable rhythm that you thought your mind was going to explode. With how he was devouring your soaked pussy and playing with that honeyed spot within you, it felt like you finally reached nirvana.

Is this what heaven feels like?

“Such a sweet pussy,” he groans, fingers hooked inside you,

“God, you taste so fucking good. I could eat this pussy all night. Shit. Why didn’t you let me fuck you sooner?” He dives back into his succulent meal.

You couldn’t answer him as crying out your moans was the only thing you could do. You started to wonder if this was really happening. Was Peter about to give you your first orgasm?

You even realize that he’s been humping the mattress this whole time, fucking out his throbbing boner.

“God! Peter! I’m gonna- I’m gonna come!” Your chest thumps rigorously, all your nerves start to light a fuse inside you. You start to feel lightheaded, bliss starting to kick in as Peter continues to play with your body like his own goddamn toy. “I’m- I’m gonna-“

Suddenly, he stops. You quickly look at him, all your limbs trembling as you whine.

“Why- why did you-“

“All this time I’ve been waiting, just fucking dreaming about this baby.

Now that I’ve got you, I’ll never let you go. I want- no, I need to feel you wrapped around my cock. I gotta make a mess inside you if you’ll let me. I’ll promise to make you cum on my cock for all eternity if you do.”

You stared at him, completely dumbfounded. You needed at least three to five business days to process what he just said.

“Please, babygirl. I’m begging you.”

You laid still, those glossy orbs of yours stuck to the man before you.

“If you don’t want that it’s alright, I’ll just—“ his ramblings were cut short as your lips connected to his, kissing him with such passion that tiny whimpers escaped Peter. You gripped onto his curls, pulling him into you.

“Shut up and fuck the living shit outta me.”

To say that Peter’s cock was big was an understatement. You’ve never seen something so beautiful. It was thick, long, veiny, and absolutely angelic.

“Holy shit.” You blurt, eyes locked onto his leaking tip.

“What? Is it too big? Or too—“

“No- Peter. Your dick is so… wow.”

“Really? Do you think so? I always thought it was—“ You shut him up again with your puffy lips, you couldn’t wait any longer to have him deep inside you.

“I don’t want you to go easy on me. Just fuck me like there’s no tomorrow, baby. I need you.” You plead before ripping off your top, your breasts falling in front of him. His chocolate orbs immediately stared at them.

“Can I suck on them?” He asks softly, his hand grasping onto your pebbled nipple. You nod your head, biting your lip in anticipation.

He lays you back down onto his sheets, his pink lips immediately attaching to your chest. You whine with pleasure, his hand reaching down to your abused clit to play with it again.

His candied kisses mark your body with much love as if he’s branding you.

Never have you felt this euphoric.

You feel his cock brush over your cunt, as if he was asking permission to completely indulge inside you.

“You have my word, Petey. Please let me feel you.”

His pupils widen before he catches a kiss on your lips. As your tongues dance together, his large length slips inside you, stretching you out with blazing felicity. You both moan in desire, wanting more.

His thrusts increase as he brings your knees up to his chest, completely fucking you insane like how you begged him to.

The bed bangs against the wall as he pounds his cock within you, your cries filling the room.

“Oh! Just like that! Fuck, Peter!”

“You feel so fucking good. My god… such a tight pussy. Jesus Christ— I could cum already.” He groans, kissing you. You whine against his lips, arms wrapping around his back to pull him deeper.

“You fucking slut. You love my cock, don’t you? Can’t get enough?”

“Never! Oh, my fucking—“ you didn’t think he could sink any further, but when his cock hit your cervix, you completely lost your mind.

You could feel him throb within you, your walls gripping onto him for dear life, never wanting to let him go.

Harsh claps ran around his bedroom, you were definitely gonna feel the aches in the morning.

Peter was right, why didn’t you let him fuck you sooner? His cock was addictive, this was a feeling you could never get over.

You started to go numb as he pounded you senseless, utter babbles were all you could make out.

“Already cock-drunk, baby? That dumb brain of yours can’t handle my pretty cock? Huh?” He teased.

You honestly didn’t even know what he said. All you could feel was that huge cock inside you just absolutely tearing you up from the inside, and out.

You felt that burning feeling again, soon realizing that you were gonna make a mess on him.

“Gonna let me feel you? Come on, Angel. Let me feel you.”

Suddenly, it happened.

Your back brutally arched as all your muscles tightened, your intense orgasm raging throughout your body. You screamed Peter’s name like a damn prayer, trembling harshly as your cunt gripped Peter’s cock with all its glory. It was unlike anything else you’ve ever endured. Staining his thick length with your saccharine cum is what enlightenment must feel like.

He grunts, “That’s it baby, that’s it. Good girl, such a pretty slut for me, yeah? Tell me you’re all mine.”

“I’m- I’m all yours. I swear. I swear, Petey.”

He smiles before crying with triumph as he finishes inside you, painting your walls with his delicate seed.

As the high died down, you couldn’t help but feel fulfilled. A smile pricked your lips as you started to laugh, euphoria clouding your head. Peter looked over as you were giggling like a maniac. He too busted out chuckling as it was contagious.

“Why- why are you laughing?”

“Because… because that was the best sex I’ve ever had! I feel so… so fucking happy.” You confessed, a huge grin attached to your lips.

Peter blushes, softly laughing before catching a much-needed kiss on your lips. His kiss was filled with tenderness, sweet love fusing between you.

Suddenly, a burning smell pricks your nose.

“Peter,” you try to break the kiss but he doesn’t stop, wanting to caress you forever, “…Peter— what’s that smell?”

“Huh? What… oh shit. The pizza!” He jumps out of bed, running butt-naked towards his kitchen.

You sigh as you shake your head.

“Call the fucking fire department again!”

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wiinterz · 3 months

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video phone | miguel

pairing: miguel x black plus size fem!reader

genre: established relationship, smut, drabble

warning: cursing, light choking, fingering, overstimulation, praise kink, back shots, pet names (baby, good girl, princessea), ass smacking, spanish sentences & phrases, mirror sex, video sex, degradation kink

word count: 499

summary: miguel made your fantasy of having sex on video come true

☏ ᴛᴀʏ’s ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛs: old drabble!

recs | taglist | help hub | marvel m.list

LEWD NOISES CAME OUT from miguel's room. it didn't help when his room window was open, allowing all of new york to hear. your panties ripped and pushed to the side as his cock stretched you out. so deep in you, a whimper escapes his lips as your pussy clenches around him.

he's got you at the edge of his bed, his right foot keeping him steady on it as his left stayed put on the ground. your knees have been bruised by the carpet kitchen from sucking on his dick; help keep you up as your hands. in all fours, as miguel thrusts into your moans get louder.

"fuck mig- oh, don't stop baby." you slur out as his left hand raises, smacking your ass hard.

"got you fucked up by my dick...yeah, that's right baby, take it like the spoiled brat you are." his words make you clench around him as moans spill out from both of your lips. he isn't holding back, and neither of you wants to. "so drunk on my cock bebé, forgot we're on camera, huh?" he smirks, as his left hand snakes up to your chin, forcing your mouth open and moves your head to the left.

your eyes land straight on your body, moving back and forth with his balls slapping against your cunt. you wanted so badly to close your thighs but knew miguel would force them open as easy as cracking a book open.

"una maldita puta." he spats out while your eyes roll back, his right hand going over yours, making you place it against your clit.

"go on, baby, fuck yourself. be my good girl and fuck yourself. miguel's fangs come out as he orders you, his left hand now on your throat, keeping you slightly steady.

you listen, circling your clit as the two of you stare at each other in the mirror. the camera was on a white desk resting against the mirror, recording every movement, every moan, whimper, and sentence.

you were so overstimulated; miguel used his tongue, fingers, fangs, and thighs on you before you got the chance to cum all over his cock. he knew you were close, which made him slip out of you before you could protest, miguel slammed his cock back in you as his hand gripped on your ass cheek, leaving bruises that wouldn't go away in three weeks.

"focus on me, princessea. be my good girl and do that, okay?" his voice rasped, he was getting close, too, and you knew it.

miguel's hand pulled your body up, chest against your back, while he kept the rhythm going. you were moaning out anything at that point, begging to be full of his cum as he kept going.

"mm, my fucking good girl."

and that sentence alone had you cumming all over his dick as he pulled out, ejaculating all over your asscheeks, watching his cum slowly drip down to your hole and then onto the bedsheets.

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httpsjeonglvr · 15 days

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MINE.

Earth 42 Miles x plus sized reader

Miles is overly jealous. he’ll mistake innocent kind gestures as flirting and then get confused as to why you’re mad at him after he almost beats the hell out of the person. he’s also ten times more jealous if it involves you being close to someone,especially a boy. Miles can’t help but feel possessive over you so decided to do what any good boyfriend would and start a argument with you so you could know your place

You didn’t like when Miles thought he could control who you talk to or what you do in your life so you decided to get psychical catching him off guard, that led to the current events

You were currently whimpering, you were riding him, his hands on your waist and his eyes lidded while he watches you bounce on top of him.

He can’t help but smile at the high pitch whining you hear from you and the soft whimpers that leave you every time your hips meet each other’s.

“What did I tell you about putting your hands of me?”

“Not to!”

He squeezed the fat of your thighs before let the both of you finish. He had cleaned you up before laying you on his chest.

“You gon’ talk to another boy again?”

“No you’re the only one I need”

Your relationship was kind of toxic but did he care? No. What you said was true he was the only one you needed and he would stop at nothing to make sure it was etched in your little brain. He was the one who took care of you when no one else did,he loved every little insecurity you had and made sure you got everything you wanted.

“That’s what thought”

The next day the boy you were talking to ended up missing, you went to ask Miles about it but all he did was shut the conversation down and kiss you, you knew not to push anything so he wouldn’t get mad. Maybe one day you’ll finally learn your place and see that’s he was made for you.

#atsv x reader #milesmoralesxplussizereader #miles morales x reader #miles 42 x reader #atsv x black reader #x chubby reader #x plus size reader #spider man x reader #marvel x reader #miles morales x you

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miguelswifey04 · 9 months

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OMG MIGUEL ASKING CHUBBY READER WITH THICK THIGHS TO SUFFOCATE HIM WITH HER THIGHS

YES YES AND YES!! I LOVE THIS SMM <33

miguel o’hara x chubby fem! reader

cw: suggestive, you’re suffocating miguel with your thick thighs!!

as miguel catches his breath, a mischievous grin spreads across his face. he looks up at you, his eyes filled with a mix of anticipation and desire. “mami, would you do me a favor? i want to feel the strength and power of your thick thighs around me. would you suffocate me with them?" his words send a jolt of excitement through you as you realize what he's asking for. you watch as miguel eagerly positions himself beneath you, his body ready to be surrounded by your sumptuous and plushy thighs.

with a teasing smile, you slowly lower yourself onto his face, your thick thighs enclosing him in a deliciously tight embrace. you can feel the heat and weight of your body pressing against him, the sensations sending shivers of pleasure up his spine. miguel’s muffled groans of pleasure reverberate against your skin as he loses himself in the sensation of your thighs enveloping him. he revels in the feeling of your softness, the power and control you have over him.

as you continue to smother him, miguel’s hands reach up and grip onto your hips, his touch simultaneously gentle and possessive. he wants to show you how much he enjoys being at your mercy, surrendering to your dominance. the combination of your physical presence and the air control intensifies the pleasure coursing through miguel’s body. he loves the feeling of being completely at your mercy, the vulnerability and trust he's placed in you.

your thighs press against his face, muffling his voice and cutting off his breath as he gives himself completely to your control. and as you look down at him, you see the pleasure and desire burning in his eyes, his submission to you evident. beneath your powerful thighs, miguel finds his bliss, completely surrendered to your dominance and eager to experience the depths of pleasure you can provide him.

a/n: he’s soooo ?:!!:’djdjskkskss ah

tags 🏷️!! @astro1bloom @kairiscorner @meeom @obi-mom-kenobi @sabcandoit @emiemiemiii

#spiderman atsv #spider man: across the spider verse #miguel o'hara #atsv x reader #🌱 lin writes #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel spiderman #miguel o’hara x y/n #lin’s asks #♡´･ᴗ･`♡ lin answers #miguel smut #miguel o’hara x chubby reader #miguel o’hara x plus size reader #miguel o’hara x female reader

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bitchyycapricorn · 1 year

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Is She Really Your Girlfriend?

•Peter Parker x Reader•

Masterlist

Word Count: 5k+

Synopsis: After getting a new boyfriend, Y/N starts failing her classes.Her parents set her up for some extra help. Until that extra help becomes too helpful.

WARNINGS: smut, praise kink, cheating (with peter), oral (M and F receiving), unprotected sex

(AN: Not edited)

“How did I get myself into this mess?” You wondered to yourself as you knocked on the apartment door. You knew exactly why you were here, and that it was in fact your fault. You always kept good grades. After all, you were an A and B student depending on the subject, and that had never changed. Well, until this year. Suddenly your grades were slipping and your once A subjects were Cs and your once B subjects were Ds. So your parents did the only thing they could think of, hire a tutor.

You were brought back to reality as the door opened to reveal the curly haired boy that the school had recommended to your parents to help you out. “Hey Y/N” he said with a small smile, gesturing for you to come inside.

“Hi Peter,” you said while returning the smile. You stepped inside and thanked him for making the time to help you out, even though you knew deep down your parents had offered him a good amount of money to take you under his wing.

“My aunt isn’t here right now so we can set up our stuff over there,” Peter said as he led you into his living room and over to the couch. His backpack was already leaning against the table and his notebooks were placed on a neat stack on top of the coffee table in front of the couch. “Can I get you something to eat or drink?” He offered, awkwardly pointing over to the kitchen.

“No I’m good for now, thank you for offering though.” You said while taking a seat on the couch. Peter joined you and began to shuffle through some of the loose papers in his math notebook. Peter shifted slightly and looked over to you nervously. “I uh.. your mom said you really needed help in math.” His voice was quiet and a bit shaky, he looked almost scared to be in your presence.

“Yeah... I’m not doing too hot in math right now.” You admitted, offering a warm smile and a small laugh to try and ease the tension. Peter only nodded and began to explain the latest lesson to you. You kept your focus for the first 15 minutes or so before slipping back into your thoughts. You couldn’t help but to feel stupid. Not because you were failing, but because it was Saturday. Sarah’s big Senior party was tonight and at this very moment, you should’ve been with all your friends getting ready. You weren’t actually a party person, the noise was usually too much and everyone always reeked of alcohol. The only reason for your sudden appearances at every single party that was thrown was because of your new boyfriend, Flash Thompson. He liked to show you off and you liked the attention. And that was the issue. Suddenly parties, your friends, and Flash became your top priorities and school was completely tossed aside. You felt like you had a certain reputation to keep up now. Your friends were nice enough to set you up with Flash and you weren’t going to let them and the rest of the school down. You and Flash were perfect for each other. It was like everyone said, pretty and rich were the best combination. You had fed into this belief so much that it was until after you tearfully agreed to be Flash's girlfriend that you realized something: you didn’t like Flash. So now you spent most of your time convincing yourself that those emotions would come with time. That soon enough you would be head over heels for Flash and the two of you would truly make the perfect couple. The only challenging part was keeping Flash off of you until those feelings came. You didn’t mind the occasional kiss, or the hugs he would give you. You didn’t mind the hand holding either, mainly because that was mandatory couple stuff that you simply couldn’t get out of. You just couldn’t go any further with Flash. Meaning every time you found the two of you alone you had to find another excuse for why you couldn’t have sex. You were quickly running out of excuses despite only being together for about a month.

“Earth to Y/N” Peter waved his hand in front of your face once again snapping you out of your thoughts. “I know I’m boring but damn, have you really not been listening this whole time?”

“I’m so so sorry Peter, I really am. I was just thinking about other stuff and-“

“You were thinking about your boyfriend and how you’re missing the party with him tonight, right?” Peter cut you off. You looked away guiltily knowing he was not only right, but that you were being a total dick right now by not paying any attention to Peter's lessons.

“Honestly yeah, I was. But I really do appreciate your help Peter. I’ll focus now I promise. No more getting distracted.” You swore holding up your pinky finger to him.

Peter tried to keep a straight face but couldn’t help but crack a smile at the gesture. He wrapped his pinky around yours and nodded.“Alright, let’s get to it then.” Peter smiled.The rest of the lesson went by pretty quickly and you didn’t get distracted again until the very last part of your physics run down. You were still paying attention to Peter, just not his words. You had noticed him a hundred different times before and each and every time you were reminded just how attractive Peter Parker really was. But there was always a social boundary that kept the two of you apart. That boundary wasn’t around when the two of you were alone though, so you let yourself look at Peter in a way you wouldn’t dare to at school. You looked at how soft and fluffy his hair looked. How his soft curls fell effortlessly. Or how his chocolate brown eyes lit up when he would talk about something that excited him. Would his eyes light up like that tonight when he told his Aunt about your study session together? Would his cheeks flush the way they did every time he looked at you when he told the story as well? What would his lips taste li….

This time you snapped yourself out of your thoughts. “Wait, can you actually explain that last part again? You had me and then I was lost and I thought I got it again but I actually don’t.” You sputtered trying to avoid looking at Peter's lips again.

“Oh yeah of course!” Peter beamed, re-explaining the section. You thanked him profusely as you both began to pack your stuff up.

“I will see you again on Tuesday right?” You asked while slipping your backpack onto your shoulder.

“Yep, that’s correct. See you around 5:30?” He asked, cocking his head to the side.

“That works for me! See you Tuesday Peter.” You waved before exiting his apartment.

Peter watched the door close and let out a sigh. He had been pining after you for years and couldn’t believe you had finally come over, even if it was by force. Peter’s cheeks heated up just thinking about how close the two of you had been. He couldn’t wait to tell Aunt May everything, even if he knew that to you, it was just a study session.

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It had been about three weeks since you and Peter had started meeting three times a week to study together. You met Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturdays. With Peter's help on catching up and a designated time to do your homework you found it wasn’t hard to get back to where you needed to be grade wise. All your grades were back up and you and Peter were only planning to meet for another week or so to make sure you maintain your grades. You weren’t going to complain of course, you found you really really liked Peter's company. Much more than you had liked the company of some of your friends…and Flash. And days like this were always nice when you had the place to yourself the whole day since May had to go out of town for work.

“Okay…” Peter began as he looked through your list of classes. “We never covered anatomy, did we?” He finished with a frown.

“Oh, we don’t have to worry about anatomy! I’ve always had an A in that,” you beamed proudly.

“Thank goodness,” Peter chuckled, “cause honestly, I have no clue what’s going on in that class.”

“What? You mean…Peter Parker for the first time ever doesn’t…doesn’t know something?” You gasped in the most exaggerated and dramatic way possible.

Peter let out another soft laugh and shook his head. “Too much going on, too many bones and tissues and just…what?”

“Here, I’ll teach you a trick that’s always helped me.” You smiled, grabbing his hand softly. “Okay, so when I’m trying to learn where something is I try to find it in my own body and just lightly press there. It’s actually better to do it on another person, and lucky for you I’m here.” You say guiding his hand to your rib cage. “See, if you press here you can feel my floating ribs.” Peter's eyes widen as you guide his hand over to your body. His fingers make contact with your sweatshirt and he can feel his whole body heat up.

“Y-yeah,” Peter stutters trying to keep from passing out. Peter had never touched you like this before. You had both gotten extremely close over the last two weeks and had “touched” one another. As in you had hugged Peter, and playfully bumped his hip while you occasionally cooked dinner and made snacks together but never had he touched you, or anyone for that matter, like this.

“Oh shit, you probably can’t feel a thing with my sweatshirt being so thick,” you said, quickly pulling it up before placing Peter's fingers back where they were before. Peter's eyes fluttered closed as he sucked in a breath. Your skin was so warm, you smelled so sweet right now. It was his favorite perfume on you out of all the ones you owned. Now your smell was as intoxicating as ever. He was so deep in his thoughts he hadn’t even realized he had fully placed his hand on your body, no longer just his finger tips.

You let out a small gasp at the feeling of his cool hand on your skin as you focused on his face. “P-peter,” you whispered softly. Peter's eyes fluttered open again, realizing that he had fully placed his hand down.

“I-I’m, I didn’t mean-” Peter stuttered, beginning to pull his hand away. You placed your hand on his quickly to stop him from pulling away.

“Peter…I-” you sucked in a breath and stared into his soft brown eyes that you had fallen deeply in love with over the last few weeks. “I really like you Peter.” Peter’s eyes widened even more as he tried to find the right words.

“Y/N..but..Flash..” he managed to get out. His heart was beating faster now, you said the words he had dreamed of you telling him for years now. But he knew it was an impossible dream still, even though you had said it.

“I don’t like Flash,” you said, moving closer to Peter. “He doesn’t make me laugh like you do, he doesn’t make my heart flutter, he doesn’t excite me, he doesn’t make me feel anything…” your lips were now inches apart and Peter wasn’t sure if the gap was going to, or even should close. “My friends set me up with Flash, I tried to like him…but you’re the person I want. Whenever I’m with him I think of you…I wish it was you kissing me, holding me…Everytime Flash asks me to sleep with him I wish it was you. I want it to be you so bad I say no every time Peter.”

Peter couldn’t take it anymore, He didn’t care if Flash would run him over with his car or make his life a living hell. All he cared about at that moment was you.

Peter's lips pressed against yours and his grip shifted down to your waist. Your hands found their way to the back of his neck as you drew him closer to your body. “It’s so hot in here,” you mumbled, pulling away from Peter's lips. “I think we should take our clothes off..”Peter nodded before realizing what you said.

“Y/N, I haven’t, I don’t know..I’m” Peter fumbled over his own words looking at you like a deer in headlights.

“Peter, we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. I didn’t mean to push you,” you whispered softly. “And, I haven’t done anything sexual either. I just know that I would like it to be with you. Even if it isn’t now but in the future..” you said, pressing a soft kiss to Peter's lips.

Peter melted into the kiss while pulling you closer once again. “I’m really nervous, but I want to do this.” He said with a small laugh. You gave him a wide smile quickly kissing him again. You continued to make out until Peter was hovering over you and positioned between your legs.

“You know we still have our clothes on right?” You giggled as Peter pulled away for air. He gave you a dorky smile as you lightly tugged on his blue Midtown shirt. He sat up slightly so he could take it off. You could feel your jaw drop as Peter pulled the shirt over his head and allowed it to fall to the floor. “Peter what the fuck,” you gasped. You ran your hand down his chest, pausing at the band of his sweatpants. “You are like, super built…” you said in awe.

“Yeah…I know I don’t really give off that impression. I assume you’re pretty relieved I’m not like super scrawny.” He said, shifting his gaze to the side. If you two were in this position a few years prior Peter wouldn’t have had his spider bite and he would have been super scrawny.

“Peter Parker,” you said, grabbing his chin lightly so he was looking at you again. “I could care less about what build you have. I only gasped because I’ve been waiting for this moment for longer than I care to admit. So yeah, I would’ve gasped regardless. Since personally, I just think you’re hot.”

Peter felt himself melt into your touch realizing he had nothing to worry about. You liked his body because you liked him. “I know you’re still fully clothed, but I know that once you’re not I’m going to absolutely love your body as well. I mean, I love your body with clothes on, I just would love to see you without them on,” Peter rambled sheepishly.

“Take my clothes off Peter,” you cut in with a soft smile. Peter froze, slightly hesitating as he grabbed the hem of your sweatshirt. You sat up and helped him lift it off your body. “Now take my bra off Peter,” you whispered while guiding his hands behind your back. His mouth went dry as he fumbled with your bra clasps. He hadn’t even gotten a chance to admire you in a bra before you were having him take it off you. His shaky hands struggled for a moment before the clasps popped apart and your bra was sliding off your body. You tossed it to the floor with your other discarded clothes allowing Peter to take in the view in the process. “Now touch me Peter,” you murmured softly, letting your back hit the cushion beneath you. Peter’s hands slowly went to your waist, sliding up your body until he was lightly cupping your tits. He took in a slow breath as he ran his thumb across your nipple. He leaned down into your neck and began planting soft kisses anywhere he could. His hands softly squeezing your tits in the process. His kisses soon made their way down between your tits and you felt Peter pause. He gazed up at you for a moment before planting kisses onto your right tit.

You shifted underneath him, letting out a soft moan as his lips wrapped around your nipple. “Peter…” You whined, tangling your hands in his soft brown locks. “Please.”Peter nipped lightly at your skin as he made his way over to your left nipple. Your back arched underneath his touch feeling a pool forming between your legs. Peter shifted his body so his thigh was pressed against your heat as he continued laying kisses all across your soft skin. You let out a shaky moan at his action and began to grind into his thigh desperately wanting relief. Peter’s hands trailed down your sides and gripped your hips, helping you grind into him.He leaned up to place a soft kiss to your lips before pulling his leg away from your heat. You let out a desperate whine as the knot in your stomach disappeared with the loss of contact. “Fuck Peter,” you groaned, “I want you.”

Peter smiled softly, slipping a finger under the band of your sweatpants. “Can I?” He asked, beginning to slowly tug them down as you nodded profusely, letting out a string of moans. Peter slid the pants down your thighs and off your legs, your underwear coming off as well. He shifted his body downwards, placing your thighs over his muscular shoulders. You gasped at the feeling of his hot breath on your heat. “You’re so pretty..” Peter praised as he pressed a kiss to your thigh.

“Mmm fuck, Peter please,” you pleaded. Peter placed his hands on your hips and pulled you forward. He leaned in fully now, making you whine. His tongue slowly circled your clit, as his thumbs rubbed soft circles into your hips. Your hips slowly began to move with his motions as your hands made their way to his hair. Grabbing onto his soft curly, you pushed Peter's face into your heat. Your hips moved in a circular motion as you desperately searched for releases. He loved the way you were fucking his tongue. He loved the way you tasted and the way you were moaning his name. He loved the way your thighs trembled, and he was loving the way your body felt as it tensed up as you got closer.

“Peter!” You cried feeling the knot in your stomach finally snap. Your legs trembled and Peter held your body close, helping you ride out your high. You sat up slightly to look at Peter still between your thighs. He placed small kisses on your inner thigh making you let out a soft moan. “Peter,” you said, letting out a soft breath. “Thank you, you made me feel so good.” Peter smiled against your thigh as you bushed the loose curls off his sweaty forehead. “I want to touch you now, please.”

Peter let out a soft moan as he sat up to place a gentle kiss to your lips. “I would love that,” he whispered softly as he pulled away. Your hands slowly made their way down to his sweatpants. You dragged your finger over the thick band before continuing to trail your finger downwards. Grabbing one of the strings, you were able to undo the knot by simply giving it a light tug. Your fingers made their way upwards once again, this time hooking under Peter's waistband. You began slowly removing his pants while also helping him lay back in the process.Peter propped himself up on the pillow that was leaning against the armrest. You sat comfortably on his lap, gently grinding yourself on his clothed dick.

Peter let out a shaky moan, his hands once again finding your hips. You dipped your head into the crook of his neck kissing the exposed skin. Your kisses were sloppy as you trailed them down his chest, scooting your body down the lower you got until finally you were laying between his legs on your stomach. You nipped at the skin of his v-line, while gently palming him through his boxers. “Oh fuck, that feels really fucking good,” Peter groaned, bucking his hips forward. You smiled against his skin, giving one last kiss before sliding down his boxers. You felt mesmerized by the sight of his aching cock. Peter hissed as you gently licked the precum off his red tip. Leaning in again, you sucked lightly on just the tip making Peter let out a throaty moan. “Y/N, don’t tease,” he begged while tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. You sunk down on his cock slightly further, making sure not to break eye contact as you did so. Peter gasped, placing his hand on the back of your head nudging you down even further. You moaned at the feeling of him pushing your head down onto his cock. Peter's breathing became heavy as he helped guide your head up and down his shaft. “F-fuck, uugg” Peter whined, thrusting into your mouth repeatedly. “Wait..fuck, I’m gonna-” Peter pulled out of your mouth quickly trying to avoid finishing before actually getting to fuck you.

“You alright?” You asked as you pressed a soft kiss to his temple. Peter nodded with a smile, gripping your waist as you hovered over his body. He shifted you over into his arm so he could flip your positions. His body once again hovering over yours. Your legs wrapped around his torso, pulling his hips towards yours. “Peter,” you moaned, feeling his lips leave a trail of hot kisses down your neck and to your collarbone. “Peter please, I need you.” Peter kissed your forehead as he lined himself up and slowly pushed into you, causing you both to let out a string of low moans.

“You alright love?” He asked, staying still to allow you to adjust to the sensation of him being in you.

“Yeah,” you reply shakily, “I just really really want you to fuck me.” Peter is quick to oblige, thrusting into you slowly. His thrust becomes faster as he finds a steady pace, giving a few normal thrust before giving a good deep one. With each deep thrust your body quivers as you cry out Peter's name. Your nails dig into his back as you desperately cling onto him. He uses one of his hands to feel up and down your side, while his mouth leaves dark purple bruises on the side of your neck.

You slowly move one of your hands down his arm and snake it between your bodies to rub your clit as Peter continues to thrust into you. Peter notices your action and is quick to swat your hand away so he can replace it with his own. “Let me touch you love, so you can use that hand to keep touching me,” Peter whispered in your ear. His words made you moan and your knees feel weak. The feeling of his thumb circling your clit made your body feel like it was on fire.

As Peter's hips snapped into you slightly faster you felt the knot building up in your stomach about to break. “Peter I’m so close,” You cooed as a wave of pleasure washed over you. You pushed your tits up into his chest while arching your back. Allowing Peter to go even deeper. “Peter, oh mmm Peter!” You gasped, hands flying around his neck so you could hold him close as you came around his dick.

Peter moaned at the feeling of your orgasm, helping you fuck out the rest of your high.“Ah, Y/N I’m close,” Peter groaned, burying his face in your neck. His hand had moved away from your clit and slid underneath your back so he could lift you into him. Your body flushed against his as Peter thrusted up into you a few more times, finishing in you as he moaned your name.Your body went slack, feeling suddenly heavy at the feeling of Peters dick twitching deep inside you. He laid you down slowly, kissing your cheek, then your temple, and finally your forehead as he rubbed soft circles into your thigh. “I’m going to grab a towel to clean us up,” Peter whispered while planting another kiss on your forehead. You moaned in response, unable to move.

Peter pulled out of you slowly, causing you to moan again at the sudden loss of contact. “I’ll be right back, I promise,” Peter said as he slipped off the couch to grab a damp towel.He returned quickly with a warm damp cloth. He used it to gently clean the cum that was slowly leaking out of you and onto your thighs. He pressed soft kisses to your stomach and thighs as he cleaned you up, making you smile.

You moved your hand up to Peter's head so you could run your fingers through his soft curls as he continued to leave soft kisses all over your legs. “Peter,” you rasped. Peter hummed, placing another kiss on your slightly bent knee. “I love you.”

Peter sat up to look at you, a smile breaking out on his face. “I love you too love,” he said, getting off his knees to lay on top of you so he could kiss your lips over and over again until they were red and swollen.

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You woke up late afternoon the next morning to Peters laying on top of you. His head resting just above your bare chest. One of his hands lies to his side while the other holds onto your tit. Your clothes are still a scattered mess on the floor. One of your hands was still tangled in Peter's hair while the other lay on his back. You began rubbing his back, causing him to stir. “Good morning,” Peter yawned, pressing a small kiss to the side of the tit he was holding.

“Good morning to you too,” you hum, kissing Peter's forehead. “I think I may have overstayed my welcome though,” you teased.

Peter cracked a smile shaking his head.“You could never overstay your welcome. In fact, I’ll just tell May you’re going to live here from now on…. Oh FUCK!” Peter sat up suddenly looking at the digital clock near the TV. “May is going to be home any minute.” He exclaimed.

You both quickly pick up your clothes and scramble to get decent, cleaning up the area in the process. Just as you finish getting everything in place you hear May’s keys jiggle outside. You and Peter sit on the couch and pull you a random textbook to Pretend to be studying.

“Hey Peter I’m…oh hey Y/N.” May said, looking at you in surprise as she entered. “I didn’t think you and Peter were studying on Sundays?”

“I just really needed some extra help for the upcoming test,” You replied nodding towards the text book you and Peter had opened. May looked at the two of you hesitantly for a moment then shrugged.

“Alright, well I’m going to go get some rest, good luck studying.” And with that May was off.

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It was Monday morning and you and Peter quickly realized May was a lot less scary than the boyfriend you forgot you had. Especially since you hadn’t checked your phone until the night before when you got back from Peter's house. Flash had texted you at least 50 times between three social media apps in less than 48 hours. Part of you had wanted to text him back and break it off then and there but you knew you couldn’t do it over text. You already fucked up big time by cheating on him. Part of you felt like it would be worse to also break up with him over texts. So, you lied and told him you tried a silent phone weekend to try and focus on yourself and your studies and you didn't mean to ignore him like that. That you just needed some time to think about some stuff. You had hoped this would be a great way into a simple, quick, breakup in person.

Of course, you also didn't account for the hickeys that were littered all over your neck. You hadn’t noticed those either until you sat down at your vanity last night after already texting flash. It was mid October and even though you could wear sweaters to school, it wasn’t turtle neck weather yet.

So there you were, sitting in your car Monday morning, your neck caked in makeup. You weren’t overly sure how you planned to do this now, you could still kind of see the hickeys even under all the makeup you had on. Not to mention, you felt sick to your stomach knowing you didn't plan to tell Flash the whole truth. It was time though, so you picked yourself up, and made your way inside.

The atmosphere of the school felt unusually cold when you stepped inside. People stopped to stare at you as you made your way through the halls. An occasional whisper passed amongst the crowds. How could they know though? Peter wouldn’t have told. Your friends didn't know. That’s when you felt all your friends arms around you at once.

“Y/N, we’re so so sorry. We had no idea Flash would do that to you!” Emily wailed. You looked at her beyond confused, what the hell could Flash have possibly done.

“Oh shit, You don’t know do you?” Mia quipped up nervously.

“Sorry I don’t,” You gave an awkward smile as your eyes darted around your rather large group of friends.

“So you haven’t seen the video of Flash making out with the girl at the party last Saturday?” Sarah asked, absolutely mortified.

“Flash….cheated on me?” You asked as a smile began to creep onto your face.

“We’re really really sorry,” Gia said, rubbing your back softly.

“Speaking of Flash…” Kia nodded towards a clearly nervous Flash approaching your group.

“Y/N I am so-” Flash started but you quickly cut him off.

“Don’t apologize. I fucked up too. We both found someone else and that’s fine, let's just forget it and move on, okay?” Your response seemed to stun Flash, him and the rest of your friends.

“What do you mean YOU found someone else?” Flash bit back annoyed.

“Seriously? Flash we both cheated. We’re both horrible people. Honestly it's best we both just move on and forget this ever happened.” There were several gasps from your group as everyone looked around, clearly looking for who your Saturday night fling was.

Flash took a deep breath and straightened his composure. “You know what, that’s fair. But since you know who I got with, who the hell were you with? You weren’t at the party Saturday night. You’ve had to get help at Pen- holy shit. Did you…You cheated on me with Penis fucking Parker? You’ve got to be kidding me. What? Did you hold his hand? Kiss his cheek?”

“Yeah, we were studying. She kissed my cheek, and suddenly I was kissing the inside of her thighs” Peter said with a smirk as he leaned up against the locker.

Flash’s mouth fell open as he looked between you and Peter. “You- you’re telling me you gave my girlfriend head,” Flash’s face was bright red at this point.

“Mhm, on my couch.” Peter shrugged. “In fact, we did a lot of things on my couch.”

“Well, Flash, we gave it a try and it didn't work. Hopefully we can both be a lot happier with our new partners.” You said, offering up a sympathetic smile.

“I can’t believe you picked him over me,” Flash muttered.

“I can.” Peter shrugged.

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sheenastark22 · 10 months

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Hobie Brown Dating Plus Size Reader

(Picture is not mine)

Part 1

This man loves you with his entire being

You’re a spider person as well.

Thinks your curves are the best thing ever

When you’re having a hard time or feeling down about yourself, he shows you how beautiful he thinks you are

Mirror sex

He constantly wants you to ride his face

“But Hobie, don’t want to crush you”

“I don’t give a fuck, I said sit on my face”

“What if I smother you”

“It would be the best death ever”

He likes to pick you up even though you say you’re too heavy. (He can literally pick up a car, he’s Spider-Man)

You help him clean up after missions

You nurse him

When y’all are sitting he constantly has his hand on your thigh

He loves keeping his hand on your hip and the small of your back

I’ll post pt 2 tomorrow :)

#Hobie Brown x plus size reader #hobie brown x plus-size reader #plus size reader #hobie brown #across the spiderverse #miles molares #spiderman #spider punk #spider man x plus size reade #spider punk x plus size reader

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legoshi-plz · 11 months

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Alone At Last (Hobie Brown x Reader, Miguel O’Hara x Reader)

A/N: I know I’ve been away a long time but I just had to write this.

Summary: Miguel gets off to Hobie fucking you in a supply closet. FWB, Slight Unrequited Love, Jealousy, Explicit Smut. Reader is described as short + curvy once. Reader is plus size coded but it’s not explicitly focused on. No mention of skin color, hair or hair texture, blushing, or anything else that could exclude any race. Fem! Reader.

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You were cautiously going over the neat stack of reports left on your desk when you felt a nudge at your shoulder. Hobie was looming over you with an unreadable expression. Unreadable to everyone else, that is.

“Cmon, got something you might wanna take a look at,” Hobie’s eyes are intense as you raise from your chair.

“Aw, don’t look so grim,” he teases, slinging an arm around your neck and tugging you into his side as he leads you away, “m’not gonna hurt ya.”

And he makes good on his promise as fifteen minutes later, you’re perched on top of an old, wobbling counter in a supply closet with Hobie’s lips worshipping your neck, his fingers knuckle-deep inside of you.

“Fuck, you smell so good,” he groans, nuzzling closer against your soft skin to inhale your perfume.

You could barely concentrate on his praise with the way his thumb was working against your clit. You’re gushing around his hand, your pleasure palpable but you know Hobie won’t let you cum, at least not on his hand. He’s too obsessed with the feeling of your sweet walls choking his cock and too selfish to let you finish anywhere else.

“Cmon, stop stalling,” you whine, closing your legs slightly to slow the torture of his fingers bringing you right to the edge but not over.

“But I haven’t even gotten to the best part,” he cooed, unbuttoning the top three buttons of your blouse. You tried to lean out of his grasp but he was faster, slipping one hand under your shirt to unclasp your bra.

“Just let me see them, love, and I’ll give you what you want,” Hobie was already tugging your ample bosom free of their restraints, his tongue swirling around each erect nipple dutifully. “Fuck me, you taste just as good as you smell.”

“Hobie,” you warned, your legs wrapping around his waist to pull him closer. Your thighs were yet another weakness of his, a weakness you hoped would bring him out of his breast-induced haze and center his attention on you needing to be fucked.

“That turn you on, eh? Knowing what you do to me? Knowing that I can’t get enough of you? That you drive me mad?” Hobie groaned as he kissed a trail down your chest and tummy.

You try to ignore his sweet nothings because that’s exactly what they were, nothings. Hobie hated labels, especially labels surrounding relationships. He’s made it clear from the beginning that his attraction to you was merely physical lust and that he wasn’t looking for anything that would tie him down. You weren’t usually the type of girl to agree to such a situationship, but you had always found Hobie irresistible even as just his friend. Any resistance you tried to muster for morality’s sake died the second his lips were on your own.

Hobie finally reached his destination, his tongue lapping at your clit bringing you dangerously close. Hobie wasn’t completely selfish, he would allow you to finish on his tongue but your patience was already stretched as thin as it could go and he could tell. Releasing your sensitive nub, but not before giving it an affectionate, feather-light kiss, Hobie was unzipping his pants at last.

On the long, long list of reasons you’d wrote out to yourself when deciding on whether to continue this friends with benefits situation with Hobie, the monster in his trousers was the only one that made it to both the pro and con side respectively. On one hand, being with a guy as well endowed as him was a plus even though his attention to detail and natural affinity to his partner’s pleasure ensured that even without his god given length, he’d never disappoint. On the other hand, it was that very same endowment and raw, natural talent that made walking away that much harder. And worst of all, it began to seep into the non-sexual encounters as well. The playful way he’d manhandle you which seemed innocuous before now left your stomach fluttering. The compulsory pet-names he called everyone would start to make your ears heat instantly.

He had you completely wrapped around his finger and he couldn’t care less.

“Hey, come back to me,” Hobie said in a low voice, snapping you out of your thoughts. He was now pumping himself, his head shining with precum.

“Where’d you go just now?” He asked, dragging his swollen head along your slit to tease you once more.

“Hobieee,” you groaned, following his motion to try and create any friction you could.

“I love it when you same my name. Say it one more time, just for me, eh?” His eyes never left you as he slowly pushed himself inside of you, the stretch familiar and oh so satisfying.

“That’s my girl, say it again baby, just like that,” Hobie cooed as he leaned to pepper kisses along your jaw. You’d been so lost in the sensation of him filling you, you couldn’t even recall the embarrassing way you’d moaned his name on command.

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Miguel wasn’t the easiest person to work with. He knew that. His anger issues were hard to control and he always came off harsher than he meant to. Even he could recognize that he was on edge today, easily frustrated by the slightest thing.

He just needed a breather, needed to step away for a moment and clear his head. Just 5 minute of peace and quiet with no one else around to collect his thoughts.

And that was when he it.

It was faint but he knew that specific cadence anywhere, it was your voice. He followed the trail down a hallway until it became clear to his over-enhanced senses that you weren’t alone, the other voice belonging to none other than a certain Spider-Punk.

Miguel was going to turn away, find somewhere else quiet and abandoned to collect his thoughts when he heard you let out one of the most desperate moans to ever reach his ears. His entire body froze at the sound, his senses suddenly on high alert. He listened closer, his skin turned to ice at what followed. Were you... begging?

“Please Hobie please, please, please, I need you so bad, need you to fuck me harder...”

Your voice was a high-pitched whine, and there was no mystery behind what you were doing. Miguel knew he should walk away, give you the privacy you deserved. But he had tugged his cock within an inch of it’s life to the thought of your short, curvy frame more times than he could count and even in his wildest of daydreams, he couldn’t have imagined you’d sound this fucking sexy.

He looked down at the tent in his pants, the precum already starting to stain a dark spot in the light grey of his sweatpants. He listened closely, making sure no one was coming his way before shoving his hands down his pants and fisting his weeping cock.

He listened to you beg that beanpole for what Miguel would have given you without a second thought. He tried to drown out Hobie talking you through it with his nonsensical teasing and imagine his own voice in his stead. What he would say to you if he had your plush hips wrapped around his muscular frame, your nails clawing at his back while he fucked the heaven that is between your legs.

He imagined how he’d press down on your lower belly, making you feel every inch of him while he plowed into your womb. He’d growl for you to play with yourself, fondling your own tits while he drove you crazy applying pressure to your sensitive clit. He’d bring two fingers to your lips and order you to suck on them, and your muffled moans would be music to his ears while he made you cum again and again and again on his co-

Before Miguel was able to stop it, he’d spilt his seed all over his hands and stomach, a few drops sinking to the floor as well.

He caught his breath while assessing the damage he’d just done. The feeling of humiliation began to sink in as the gravity of what he’d just done was fully upon him. Thankfully, you were still getting the daylights fucked outta you, both you and Hobie none the wiser.

Miguel took off straight for the first available shower he could find, allowing the water to rush over him so that he could finally clear his thoughts as he originally planned. However the only thing running through his mind is how he’d never cum so hard or so fast in his life.

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Hobie helped you adjust your clothes as he always did. You suspect he gets a kick out of making you all disheveled then attempting to fix it as if nothing happened.

The two of you were walking out of the supply closet and down the corridor, careful not to look like two people who’d just been going at it like rabbits not even five minutes before. It would appear the coast was clear when Hobie froze behind you.

“What’s wron-” As you were about to turn around, Hobie wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you forward.

“Nothing, love, must be seeing things,” he smirked, wearing the same cocky grin he always wore after a romp. It made your heart skip a beat and the way his strong arms were flexing at your side wasn’t helping.

You really had to put an end to this before you found yourself falling even further for this punk.

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sunnylands-world · 1 year

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Late

Pairing: Peter Parker x fem reader

Summary: Peter Parker doesn't realize he's in love with you till he almost loses you to revenge his friend planned…

Word count: 2,237

Warning: mentions of near death experience angst to fluff, best friends to lovers? [I used the Harry from the first spiderman movies]

Universe: spiderman

A/n: sorry it's so long I just kept going. This is my first spiderman fic so please be nice I hope you like it. Please show some support to this!❤️🥺

All mistakes are mine

Peter Parker may have been one of the Smartest boys you knew but he was also stupidly oblivious. But it wasn't like he could notice you when a particular blonde clouded his mind on the daily. you understood him to some extent. She was gorgeous, an officer's daughter, a good job, on the way to a bright future and so many other things you didn't want to think about.

You lived next door to Peter but he never fixed his eyes on you like he did her, never seemed so interested in you like he was in her. You went to his house, laid across his messy bed comforters and listened to him talk about his random facts while you studied, fixed the glasses on his face, baked with aunt may, cheered him on when he'd skate, and held him close when he lost his uncle and still nothing.

He'd say thanks when you held eye contact with him, fixing the frames on his face and for a second when he'd look back at you with his sparkling brown eyes you'd let yourself believe he'd kiss you, only for him to smile, pearl white teeth on display in a sarcastic manner.

"Thanks" he breathes, giving you a dorky smile. No matter how many times you saw it you never got tired of that. You nod, tucking your books in your bag with a sigh.

"Did you see her earlier? She looks so pretty in the pictures I took," He exhaled, showing you her on his computer for the thousandth time. Gwen Stacy. he seemed to love taking her pictures. It's not like you were photogenic or would feel okay with such things but you couldn't help but want him to take pictures of you like he did her.

"Yeah" you replied flatly and he turned to look at you with an eyebrow raised.

"What's this about? Why do you hate her so much" he snapped. your jaw clenched as you dropped the pencil.

"I don't hate her." You answered, sounding more irritated than you meant to.

"Are you that jealous of her?" He started making you look his way. That question seemed to stab you right in the chest and you hated how it was partly true.

"I'm not jealous" you shot back, but your voice shakes.

"Yeah, you sure about that? Seems like you have been since that day at the lab." He said. The lab. the one she did with the spider's that stole Peter's heart from you, that's if you ever had a chance; you'd like to think you did.

"I'm not!" You stood, stuffing the rest of your things in the bag and running down the steps.

"Sure you aren't, that's why you're running!" He yelled, rushing out behind you. You got to the door, turning the knob before you halt in place, tears about to break loose from their barrier.

"You're so damn stupid Peter Parker." You shouted slamming the door. You'd apologize to aunt may later, right now you needed to get as far away from him as possible. Rolling your eyes, you walked from his house frustrated. How could he not see it! Tears trickled down your cheeks as you came to the conclusion that as long as Gwen Stacy walked the earth you wouldn't have a chance.

You spent most of your time avoiding Peter after that night. He tried to speak to you, probably to apologize but you didn't give him the chance. If he was going to see you as nothing but a friend you figured it was better to let your friendship go, there was no point in ripping your heart in half anymore…

Your feet dragged across the cement as you walked the long trail in New York. you try not to look like you're moping around but you do and apparently other people noticed.

"Bad day?" a male voice says and you look up meeting a head of brown curly hair brown.

"Yeah, sorta" you respond, continuing to walk, he follows.

"I'm Harry, Harry Osborn" he introduced and you nod attempting to smile. Harry's somewhat attractive but you're not entirely over Peter. You're still hung up on the skater nerd with his perfect hair and eye-catching smile.

"Who's the guy that's got your pretty head all knotted up." He says and you look up with a chuckle

"That obvious huh?" You say slowing down a bit.

"Definitely." He teased.

"not to Peter Parker'' you say under your breath but he catches it. He doesn't come back to you for a while then he's back at your side.

"Peter? Peter! Hey, I know him" he concluded and something about the way he says it makes you uneasy

"So that's the guy?" He laughs.

"That's the guy that's got you like this? God he can be so infuriating" he says in a high pitched voice, eyes twitching a bit as he throws his hand out exaggerating, you nod.

"Let me take you out to dinner, I'll make it worth your while." He grins. You think about it, there was no reason to turn down Harry. At least he showed interest in you. It had been awhile since anyone did.

"Okay," you agreed,

"great!" He claps, making you jump a bit as you nod with a nervous grin. you just hoped you didn't regret this.

You shut your locker pulling the key free from the lock only to meet Peter behind it. You sigh, turning to walk when he grabs your arm.

"You can't go out with Harry. he's not a good person." He warns and you only chuckle rolling your eyes.

"Oh, because he's actually showing interest in me he's a bad person. Just because you didn't want me Peter Parker doesn't mean that no one else does." You say pulling your arm free and continuing to walk. Peter pauses before he rushes back to you.

"What? Wha- what are you talking about- you know nevermind I'm serious about this he's not what you-"

"No, I'm serious. I'm going out with Harry, stop trying to ruin it for me. Let me be happy and move on from you. I don't want to cry anymore," You finished leaving a confused Peter in the hallway.

It was Friday. 8:00 pm sharp. You paced back and forth in the park waiting for Harry to show. Your heart beat fast like drummers beating drums, anxiety that had you swallowing when there was nothing to swallow. He should have been here but you didn't want to accept the fact that maybe he wasn't coming because that would hurt too much so you still waited.

You sighed, collapsing into the bench. Maybe you just weren't someone people wanted. You started to second guess yourself, looking over every aspect of your life, judging it. You supposed you weren't as put together as you could be, but that's because you were basing your life off Internet girls when in reality no one's life was perfect, they were just better at photographing the good stuff.

A loud zooming sound caused you to turn your head only to see a man on a floating board. He looked a lot like Harry but more like Harry if he shot drugs through his veins. You turned quickly trying to decide if you should run. You knew coming out this late alone was a bad idea. right now you were cursing yourself for it and just praying you got away safely and everything was fine.

"Sorry I'm late sweetheart, but you know I had to come in style!" He laughs sending an unwanted chill down your back. You don't turn again, continuing to face forward.

"What?! You don't like my look?" He says, guiding the board in front of you.

"I thought green suits me." He smirks before he's diving down to scoop you up from the seat. You hold on to him out of instinct, afraid of falling as you look down over the zooming city. Everything is like motion blur, streaked together by thin lines. When you look up you realize where you were headed…

the central park tower.

You try not to panic.

It's gonna be alright, it's gonna be alright.

I'm okay, I'm okay.

"Do you like it beautiful?" He asked.

"Father always said if you want to wow a lady, take her to the sky!" He joked and you tried not to cry forcing a smile on your face but the tears were glossing over your eyes too quickly and fell even faster.

"It-it's great Harry" you answer looking down at the speeding cars.

"You know you really shouldn't lie, especially not like this" his voice dropped in tone and you can hear the rage Slyther up.

"No, no, no Harry I promise-"

"Let her go harry!" A familiar voice says and you sigh, a weight lifting off your chest.

"Peter! Finally, I was worried you'd miss her before she left" he blew a breath, hands moving back and forth. Peter? That's why he sounded familiar. You break into a sob.

"I'm assuming you hadn't told your best friend about the hero thing." Harry confirms

"guess that puts us both in the same boat" he said

"you know, you always had a way of ignoring things, or not noticing them. So let me ask you, at what point did you realize she was in love with you? Or did you still not know that yet?" He moved so now you were hovering over New York traffic.

"Because I did, I could tell by the way she looked when I found her" he says, pulling you from his body so you dangle over the speeding cars.

"If you love her, you'll catch her or maybe you're still into Gwen which means poor heartbroken [name] will fall to her death and be run over. Over and over again until they realize her lifeless body is in the road.

"Peter please, I'm sorry" you cried looking at him.

"Please Harry you- you don't have to do this. We can work through this! She has nothing to do with this!" Peter reasoned

"except she doesn't she? Because you do love her, like I loved the things you took. Now why must you always try and reason. you know I'm not a man who changes my mind." He says and then he lets go of your wrist…

From that moment on everything moved and sounded in slow motion like in a movie. From the moment Peter jumps screaming, to the tears sliding down your cheeks. All this for peter. Because you wanted to move on. Because he was spiderman and had enemies.

Your eyes shut, deciding that if you were gonna go you wouldn't go fighting and crying. Although it would hurt when you hit the pavement you didn't want to struggle. You can't stop your beating heart and even now you won't judge Peter if you fall, he tried to catch you and that was all he could do. he always tried and you wished you could tell him that because you love him and you know he wouldn't let you die even if he didn't feel the same he'd try to save you.

Peters crying, he tries to control it but it's you, he's done everything with you. laughed, cried, fought but he'd never prepared to lose you. It took all this for him to realize he loved you enough to turn his body and take the hit if he didn't land on his feet. Because dying was better than being without you. It hurt when you didn't speak to him but he had to admit he'd taken it a bit far with what he said especially since you liked him which probably made it hurt so much more and he didn't even get to apologize.

Sure he thought he loved Gwen but she had nothing on what you had. You two were thread weaved together pulling the heaviest weight, you were the sand and the ocean with the breeze that smelled like both of you together when breathed in. So he had to catch you and he did. He was late but he got you, he always would. Peter was late to class some days, missed his aunt once and was late to realizing he loved you, but it was better late than never.

When he got you both safely to the floor he kissed you; kissed you before your eyes could open. making all your tears and his mix as his face pressed to yours. your skin was soft and damp in his hold, lips even softer and he wondered how he never kissed you before. He tried to apply the pressure to your lips you had on his heart, tried to hold you tight enough to let you know he'd never let this happen again because he'd protect you.

When he pulled back he was panting, a thousand pounds on his back lifted and he felt so much lighter.

"I love you, I love you so much okay? I'm sorry I didn't tell you before. And you can't- and you can't do this again no matter how stupid I am, fight for me! Fight for me like you have for years." He sobbed looking between your eyes.

"But if you do, I'll save you, and I won't be late next time, I promise."

#andrew garfield #the amazing spider man #spiderman #peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker x plus size reader #peter parker x fem!reader #peter x reader #andrew garfield x reader #andrew garfield x female reader #andrew garfield x you #spiderman x reader #spiderman x y/n #spiderman x you #spider web

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wriitingwoes79 · 11 months

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Naughty Neighbors

Miguel O’Hara x Fem!Y/N

Summary: You and Miguel are neighbors in an apartment in Nueva York. There’s a mutual not-so-quiet dislike for each other despite your best efforts to make nice, but it seems the both of you are reaching a breaking point.

Content Warning: a hint of dub-con, mention of masturbation/sex toys, thigh riding, dirty talk, exhibitionism

WC: ~1.2k

AN: this is BARELY edited, but thank my bestie @whaddayadothatfor for helping me out with this! Go check out her Miguel O’Hara and JJK fics <3

MDNI!!!

Miguel O’Hara had to be the worst neighbor in the history of neighbors.

 But as terrible as he was, that didn’t stop you from rocking your hips back and forth so that your clit and pussy slickly slid over the length of his generously sized and veined dick as he pressed you hard against the walls of the hallway.

 *before the ‘incident’*

 Miguel made it his life’s work to be absolutely insufferable. He was rude, constantly making racket and always seemed to be around at the worst time.

 You had had trouble sleeping lately, so you did what any newly single gal with frustrations up to your knees would do: pull out the vibrator and go to work. In all honesty though, you’d had to use it even when you weren’t single too.

 You used it more than you’d liked to admit—so much in fact that it needed new batteries and died mid act just as you could hear Miguel rumbling around on his side of the wall. As a result, you couldn’t sleep.

 It had ended up setting the tone for the day: waking up too late, cursing over frizzy hair, spilling your coffee on the subway and eventually being berated at work by your boss over a deadline. It didn’t help that your boyfriend had been avoiding you for the past few days after declaring the two of you “take a break”.

 You ordered takeout from a place down the street after returning home and changed into comfortable clothes to wear around the house and figured while you waited you might as well go check your mail.

 You went through your mail slot in the lobby of the apartment building, finding Miguel’s among yours. You tried his slot only to find it was locked, of course, and sighed.

 You would have to talk to him.  

For anyone else, that wouldn’t have been a problem. You were friendly with everyone on the floor—minus Miguel. He was rude, aloof, and often met you with silence when you tried your friendly neighbor tactics. Even when you first moved in and brought over a tray of muffins, he’d declined and slammed the door in your face hard enough the knocker rattled.

 He wasn’t your enemy or anything silly like that. No, he was just a fucking douche bag. And there were plenty of those in this building and in this goddamn city, anyways.

 Still, determined to be the better person (either to a fault or out of spite), you knocked on his door. You could hear the shuffling and heavy footsteps even through the door, and a sigh sounded between it before it swung open.

 Oh, fuck.

 Unfortunately, there was always a nagging thought in your mind when Miguel crossed it—he was undeniably attractive. It made it that much more frustrating that he was rude and so cold to you.

 Today was no fucking better.

 He leaned against the door frame, crossing his arms over his chest as his dark eyes scanned over your form. They widened slightly as they took in your cropped tank top and fuzzy pajama shorts that did little to cover your generous assets but they snapped back up to your eyes when you shook the mail lightly in front of him.

 “Hey neighbor,” you said in a slight sing-song voice. “I have some of your mail. It got mixed in with mine again.” You hold out the mail and he looks down at it.

 “I don’t need it.”

 You paused, brows furrowing. God, he was frustrating.

 “You don’t need your mail?” You asked incredulously. “It’s literally bills. One of these is the electric and gas company! What do you mean you don’t need them?”

 “You snooping through my mail now, Y/L/N?” His gruff voice is a near purr as he says your last name and you huff in annoyance.

 “Of course not, that would be illegal,” you retort, stressing the syllables of “illegal”. “Just like how it should be illegal to be that terrible of a next door neighbor.” Miguel laughed coldly, the muscles on his chest and biceps pushing through his white tee. The grey sweatpants hanging low on his hips did little to keep your imagination in check and you backed away, still holding out the mail.

 “I’m the terrible neighbor? You think I like listening to what happens on your side of the wall?”

 Your mouth gaped open in shock.

 “What do I even do?”

 “You think I don’t have to deal with the shit I have to hear on your side?” He leaned in dangerously close, his lips tilted up in a mocking sneer.

 “Like what?” You pressed, crossing your arms over the flimsy tank top you wore.

 “The arguments between you and your boyfriend, the noises you make in the morning….the noises you make at night.”

 “What noises?” Your cheeks were already starting to feel hot as he bent down to lean closer, his arms still crossed.

 “The noises you don’t think anyone hears,” he says quietly, his voice rough and rumbling in the air between the two of you. “I hear everything through that wall. And I’m surprised that little toy of yours last night had any juice left.”

 You acted before any actual thought could cross your mind and the next thing you knew— your hand was stinging and Miguel’s sculpted face was red on his right cheek.

 “I…I’m sorry,” you squeaked out, cradling your hand. You backed from his door, the letters falling to the floor. Perhaps if you ran fast enough you could just make a quick getaway. Miguel’s eyes blinked before narrowing, now dark as his pupils widened.

“Don’t try and run off now.”

***

 “You think I’m gonna sit idly by while you disrespect me like that?” Miguel’s voice was gravelly and deep, his hands gripping both the front of your thighs and your breasts now pulled from the flimsy tank top as his own hips pushed hard and slow against your ass.

 Over and over, the length and head of his dick caught your clit and rubbed dangerously to the point of indescribable pleasure. You hadn’t felt like this in so long.

 You hadn’t been touched like this in so long, you were desperate to cum. Desperate to do anything he wanted if it meant you could cum.

 “Fuck, you’re so wet,” Miguel remarked, sighing as he nuzzled into your neck, his canines teasing on your sensitive skin. “Deep down this is want you wanted, huh?”

 “P-please,” you stammered, unable to form any coherent thought as the wet sounds began to echo in the hallway. You moaned as every muscle in your body began to tense up from a building orgasm.

 “What would the neighbors think if they caught you out here like this?" Miguel taunted. "What a naughty little neighbor you are."

 "I'm n...I'm not--"   The ding of the elevator down the hall interrupted the both of you, and in a flash, Miguel had pulled your tank top and shorts back up over your exposed parts, tucking his dick back into the waist band of his sweatpants. Before you could even turn around to say anything to him he'd slammed his door closed, the forgotten mail littered all over the ground.   The worst neighbor, you seethed.

#marvel x reader #miguel x reader #miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara x reader #marvel smut #across the spiderverse #spider man 2099 #spider man smut #oscar isaac #oscar isaac characters #oscar isaac smut #y/n #plus sized y/n

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daisies-daydreams · 8 months

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OKAY OKAY HEAR ME OUT…hobie brown with a plus size reader. I’m talking TUMMY, ROLLS, MUFFIN TOP. THE WHOLE SHEBANG. AND HE JUST..HE JUST LOVES IT. and reader is shorter than hobie. I’m talking 5’4 type short (average height BUT CMON. MANS IS LANKY AF. HES TALL SO HE THINKS READER IS SHORT AF) AND JUST YEAH. smut if you can pls 🙏 I need more size inclusive fics fr fr ~🕷️

Shape of You (Hobie Brown x F!Plus-Size!Reader)

Pairing: Hobie Brown x F!Plus-Size!Reader Category: Fluff & Smut (18+) Warnings: Brief Depiction of Body Insecurity, Making Out, Hickeys, Vaginal Fingering, Nipple/Breast Play, Clit Play, Cowgirl, Doggy Style, Creampies, Dirty Talk, P in V Sex, Unprotected Sex (you know the drill), Multiple Orgasms, Pet Names (love, babe, baby, honey) Word Count: 3.6k+

A/N: Y’all must have some sort of psychic link with me…b/c I was literally just about to start writing astv x plus size reader! 🥹 (No joke I’m 5’4 w/ a muffin top. Us girlies don’t get a lot of love 😞) I’m so so happy you requested this and I hope you enjoy it!

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI

You giggled as Hobie dramatically kicked the door open with his boot, his hand wrapped around yours as he led you into his flat. The light smell of cigarette smoke and pine wafted through the living room as you stepped inside. Hobie closed the door behind you before raising your hand above your head. You laughed as he twirled you around, your frilly tank top fluttering as you spun. When you turned back around, his smokey eyes held a new softness in them.

“What?” you giggled. Hobie pulled you to him, your bodies pressing together as he placed a hand on your cheek.

“Just admirin’ my girl,” he drawled with a lazy yet warm smile. You gasped quietly as he brushed his thumb over the curve of your cheek, his other hand falling to smooth over your hip. A familiar heat began to swell inside your core as he dipped his head down, letting his lips linger over yours. “You’re so fucking gorgeous, babe,” Hobie husked, his lip ring just barely brushing over your upper lip. You shivered as he rubbed small circles on your waist.

“H-Hobie,” you flushed.

“Hm? Somethin’ wrong?” he asked. You bit your lip as you clenched your thighs together, arousal flooding your every sense in the moment as time came to a standstill. You took a deep breath.

“Do you really mean it?” you asked. Hobie blinked as his brows slightly furrowed.

“‘Course I mean it,” he replied. You nodded, yet you still wore a somewhat pensive expression as you glanced down. You gasped when you felt his hands snake down and squeeze your ass.

“Hobie!” you blushed. Your boyfriend wore a wry grin as his eyes glowed with mischief.

“If I didn’t mean it, would I have done that?” he asked while tilting his head. You swallowed when he pressed his lips to your neck, the smooth metal of his piercing stroking over your pulse. You didn’t even realize that you backed against the wall as he suddenly puckered his plump lips over your goose-bump ridden skin, sucking on it tenderly. You moaned softly as he massaged your bum while working a large hickey on your neck. He wore a sincere, yet still cheeky, grin on his face as he pulled back.

“Would I put a mark on you if I didn’t mean it? Hm?” he murmured. You shook your head.

“N-No,” you stammered. Hobie’s smile grew wider as he rested his forehead on yours, his hands now moving up to cup your breasts, giving them a firm squeeze. You squealed as he smoothed his thumbs over your covered tits.

“Atta girl,” he nearly growled as he nipped just below your ear. Sparks of pleasure flitted through your now dripping cunt as he let his hands run down your puffy tummy. “We both know I’m not one for orders…but right now, I’d love nothing more than seeing each and every delicious inch of you bounce as you ride my cock,” Hobie groaned as he slipped his hands beneath your shirt. His cold hands made you jolt as he rubbed up and down your front, tracing over the bottom of your breasts and the top of your belly.

“How’s that sound?” he asked, his voice undeniably dripping with pure lust. You suddenly reached up on your tip-toes, throwing any sense of inhibition out the window as you wrapped your arms around his neck. You felt him smirk against you as your mouths danced together, the soft squelching of your heated kissing filling his small apartment. He chuckled as he pulled back, pushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “I’ll take that as a ‘yes’, then,” he mused. You nodded as you squeezed the back of his neck.

“Yes,” you said breathily, your chest rising and falling rapidly as your heart thrummed against your ribcage. Hobie hummed before leaning back down, tilting his head to capture your mouth in a deeper kiss as his hands began to bunch up the fabric of your tank top. You moaned as he traced his tongue along your bottom lip and began to pull your shirt up. You broke for a moment as you raised your arms, allowing him to toss it aside.

“God baby, I can’t wait to feel your warm pussy wrapped around me,” Hobie growled, his deft fingers making easy work of finding the clasp of your bra. You sighed, parting your lips as he unhooked your bra, his tongue sliding into your mouth as the two of you moaned in unison. A particular swipe of his tongue against yours made you cross your knees together, drawing a husky chuckle from your lover as he slipped his wet muscle out.

“Couch or bedroom?” he asked, his hands already undoing the button and zipper of your ripped jeans.

“Does it really matter?” you panted as you shrugged your bra off of your shoulders. He laughed again before pecking the corner of your mouth.

“Good point,” he shrugged as he tugged your pants down your plump thighs. His eyes lit up with hunger when he saw your rolls spill out from your panties. “Fuckin’ ‘ell,” Hobie grunted as you stepped out of your pants. His eyes flicked back up to you as he took your hand again, guiding you to sit on the middle cushion of his couch. You tilted your head as you watched him sink to his knees, parting your legs with his large, calloused hands.

“I thought you wanted me to ride you?” you giggled. Hobie smirked up at you before pressing a gentle kiss to one of the prominent stretch marks on your left thigh. You twitched beneath his simple touch as he smoothed his hands over your legs, nuzzling his face against the plush of your thigh.

“I do…but first, I wanna make sure you know just how much I adore you,” he groaned as he met your gaze. A small moan left you as he stroked the inside of your thigh, he tilted his head up.

“Every roll,” he said as he kissed your belly. You squeaked when you felt his fingers hook around the band of your panties.

“Every stretch mark,” Hobie murmured before sucking another mark onto you. You swallowed thickly as he licked his lips afterwards. Your hips raised on their own as he pulled your panties down, his gaze half-lidded and drunk on the feeling of your warm body against his. You shuddered as the cold air hit your puffy lower lips, your arousal leaking out from your slit. Hobie fanned his hands over the creases where your pelvis met your legs as he dipped his head lower, his warm breath rolling over your mound.

“Fuck, everything about you drives me absolutely crazy, (Y/N),” his breath stuttered before he sweetly pressed his lips to your clit.

“F-Fuck, Hobie,” you keened, your mind and body already overwhelmed as his rough thumbs spread your chubby pussy lips apart. Without any hesitation he lowered his head, flicking the tip of his tongue over your sensitive clit. Bolts of electricity shot through you as you clenched your thighs, your head falling back as he gently lapped at your bundle of nerves. He moaned against your sex as his fingers glided down towards the rim of your entrance, your walls fluttering as he circled around your hole. You gasped when he puckered his lips around your sensitive clit, sucking on it hungrily as he began to push two of his long fingers inside of your tight walls.

“O-Oh God, oh my God,” you panted as he alternated between licking and swiping at your button with his tongue and sloppily making out with it. You swore you saw stars when he brought your clit between his teeth, nibbling on it gently as he slowly pumped his digits in and out of your slick cunt. Another low groan rose from his chest, the vibrations making your head spin as your walls clenched around his fingers.

You moaned loudly as he curled his fingers against your spongey g-spot, your legs shaking as he swirled the tip of his tongue over your plump button. Hobie grunted as your hands flew to his head, your fingers gripping his dark wicks as he stroked your gummy walls at a faster face.

“Y-Yes, keep going!” you cried as your head fell back against the headboard of the sofa. You yelped when he suddenly threw one of your legs over his sharp shoulder, moving your pelvis so his fingers slipped even deeper inside of you. You sobbed with pleasure as Hobie sucked on your bundle of nerves again while scissoring his deft fingers inside of your gushing pussy. His eyes looked like they were about to roll into the back of his skull as your cunt fluttered around him, your head dizzy as you felt the bubble inside you about to burst.

Your legs shook violently as your hips snapped forward, white flashing over your vision as your arousal flooded his parched mouth. You barely registered his moaning as you arched your back, your orgasm shaking you to the core as pure pleasure rolled in waves over you. You clenched the couch cushion as you heaved, feeling coming back to your fingers and toes as your heartbeat slowed. You whimpered as Hobie gave a peck to your clit, his three fingers still stuffed inside your tight cunt as he pulled his head up. He kept his eyes on you as he slowly pulled his digits out, cooing as you winced at the emptiness.

“Did so good f’me, hun,” he sighed as he brought his fingers up to his mouth. You gawked at how soaked they were, your opalescent cream coating every crease of his digits. Your soul nearly shot out of your body as he rolled his tongue out, swirling it around the tips of his fingers before shoving them inside his mouth. He groaned as he sucked on them, savoring the taste of your sweet juices.

“You feelin’ alright?” he asked after he released his fingers with a slick “pop”. You nodded, your body coated in a thin sheen of sweat as you caught your breath.

“Y-Yeah, it was just…a lot,” you giggled sheepishly. Hobie chuckled as he rested his hands on your knees.

“You okay if we go on?” he asked, his voice taking on a softer tone. You blinked before nodding slowly. “You don’t have to ride me if it was too much f’you,” Hobie added, his thumbs caressing the inside of your knees. You shook your head violently.

“No-I-I at least want to try,” you said. Hobie gave a gentle smile before rising to his feet. Your breath hitched as your eyes trailed down to his pants, a prominent bulge poking out from beneath his slacks. Just as you shifted over, Hobie patted your knee.

“Stay there real quick,” he said as he walked into the kitchen. You craned your neck to see him grabbing a glass from the cupboard and filling it up with some water from the sink. Every cell in your body felt like it was going to melt as he smiled at you while bringing the glass over.

“‘Ere you go,” he said with a grin as he handed you the water.

“Thank you, Hobes,” you smiled as you took the glass. You gulped down the beverage before setting the glass on the stained coffee table. You watched as your lover pulled his shirt up and over his head before undoing his belt. You bit your lip as he pulled down his boxers. His long cock sprang free, the sight his dark, swollen tip made your cunt flutter. He smiled as he took a seat on one of the other couch cushions, spreading his wiry legs as his member twitched.

“Your throne awaits,” Hobie mused as he patted his thigh. He laughed when you rolled your eyes, despite the playful smile on your face. You crawled over to his lap, your heart pounding inside of your ears as your wet pussy lips grazed over the thick head of his cock. Both of you panted and moaned as you rocked your hips back and forth, massaging his tip with your pretty slit. He squeezed your love handles as you slowed your movements. You released a shaky breath as you positioned yourself, his tip just barely breaching past your entrance.

“Take your time, lovie,” he murmured into your ear as he grabbed the base of his cock, helping to steady it as you hooked your hands over his shoulders. With a quiet moan, you finally began to sink down on his lengthy shaft. Hobie hissed through gritted teeth, his other hand gripping the plump flesh of your hip as your slick pussy swallowed his cock.

“Mmmmm, fuck,” he groaned as he slipped his hand away, watching as you sheathed yourself on his rod. Shivers ran up your spine with each inch you took, feeling every bulging vein and curve of his shaft slide against your sensitive walls. You jolted a little when the back of your thighs met with the front of his, the head of his cock now snug against your cervix. You dipped your head into his shoulder as you trembled in his hold, the feeling fullness sparking every single nerve in your sex. “Shh, shh I got you,” Hobie purred as he stroked your back. He patiently waited for you to adjust, his lips trailing along your cheek.

“Whenever you’re ready, sweet thing,” he murmured. You swallowed a lump in your throat before you started to raise your hips. Hobie’s pupils were blown wide as you gasped, half of his cock still lodged between your plush walls before you sank back down. “G-Good girl,” he grunted, his thumbs finding their way to smooth over your hard nipples. You gasped and moaned as his cock split you in two, your thighs and belly jiggling as you raised and lowered yourself.

“H-Hobieee,” you whined as he lightly pinched your nipples, his calloused tips a sharp contrast to your soft skin.

“Christ, look at you ridin’ my cock so well,” he rasped, eyes locked on your breasts and puffy tummy bouncing. His words made your pussy gush with slick as you sobbed, hiding your head in the crook of his neck. Hobie kissed your cheek, his palms now cupping your ass. “Yes, that’s it, love,” he grunted, his sharp hips snapping up to plunge deep inside your swollen cunt.

“H-Hobie-“ you tried to warn him before you suddenly stiffened, your legs burning and twitching as your cunt seized around his throbbing shaft. You cried against his shoulder as your hands gripped onto him for dear life.

“That’s it,” he cooed as you rocked your hips forward. You shivered once you finally came down from your high, your cunt absolutely drenching his dick in your arousal. Hobie pecked your temple as he rubbed your lower back.

“Did so well f’me, sweet girl,” he murmured. You peeked up.

“Did you get to finish?” you asked. Hobie shook his head, though he still held the dreamy look in his eyes. You groaned and rested your forehead against his shoulder, your face erupting with heat.

“Oi, s’alright,” Hobie said as he leaned his head forward just a little more. “If you want, we could try a different position,” he proposed with a sultry tone. He gave a wry grin as your walls fluttered around his girth. You tilted your head up to look into his smokey eyes.

“Could we…” your voice trailed off as you bit your lip. Hobie tilted his head, his eyes holding such patience in them. You felt your insides start to melt as you cleared your throat. “Could we maybe try…doggy style?” you asked. Hobie’s eyes lit up despite the calm expression on his face.

“‘Course,” he replied. You suddenly pulled your head up, your lips colliding with his as you rested your hands on his chest. Your eyelids fluttered as you tasted yourself on his tongue as he glided it across yours. You whined as you raised your hips, his cock slipping from between your folds before you adjusted yourself on the couch. Hobie wore an amused smirk as you wiggled your ass side to side.

“Fuck me,” he sucked in a sharp breath as you slid a pillow under your stomach and curved your spine.

“I just did that,” you giggled as you braced your arms against the couch. You squealed when you felt him spread your thick cheeks apart with his hands.

“Cheeky thing,” Hobie clicked his tongue as he guided his dick to your entrance. You grasped at the cushion in front of you as he rubbed the soaked tip of his cock against your labia, his hand kneading the flesh of your bum. “Y’ready f’me?” he drawled. You nodded, your hair sticking to your face as you puffed out a breath of hot air.

“Yes-please Hobie, f-fill me up till I’m leaking with your cum!” you whined. Your jaw went slack when you felt him sheathe himself inside you with one fluid thrust. You nearly choked on your moan as he snapped his hips forward, dragging his cock against your oversensitive walls at a hungry pace.

“Oh, fuck,” Hobie moaned behind you. You squeaked when you felt him grab your asscheeks firmly as his heavy balls grazed over your ripe clit. “Christ, look at your gorgeous arse bounce,” he praised, his words like honey flowing from his lips as he pistoned his cock inside you. Your mind was reeling as you heard the unmistakable sound of your cheeks clapping mixed with the loud squelching of him stuffing your cunt.

“Fuck, baby-could watch this body bounce and jiggle f’me for hours,” Hobie strained as his fingers dug into your plump flesh. You squealed when he leaned over, his long, wiry frame draping over your chubby body. You whined as he scraped his teeth against your shoulder.

“Feel so fuckin’ good wrapped around my cock,” Hobie growled, his hips still grinding against your backside as his head teased your cervix. Drool slipped past the corner of your mouth as he sank his teeth into your skin. Your eyes rolled back as you felt your third orgasm wash over your, your limbs turning into jelly as your cunt spasmed.

“Sh-shit,” Hobie grunted, his plump lips kissing over your bite before he pulled back. Both of you were a panting mess as his thrusts began to grow more frenzied, the sounds surely penetrating the walls of his flat by now. “So good baby,” he repeated like a broken record. Your body rocked back and forth with the force of his thrusts, your ability to speak now reduced to babbles and moans.

“Gonna cum-where?” Hobie asked, his cock twitching inside of your tight cunt. You mewled before tilting your head up.

“I-Inside,” you managed to breath, your spine arching on its own as he tenderly grazed over your g-spot. You felt Hobie push his cock inside you a few more times before he suddenly stilled. He released a deep, husky groan as his warm cum flooded your sweetly fucked hole. You gasped and shoved your face into the couch cushion as you felt his seed paint your walls. His hands felt so warm against your backside as his cock twitched a few more times. You grew dizzy at the feeling of his cum seeping out of your stretched entrance and rolling over your thighs. You shivered as he caressed your hips.

“Feelin’ alright?” he asked. Your cheeks warmed at the sentiment as you nodded. Hobie chuckled softly before patting your bum. “Good,” your lover said before slowly pulling out. Your pussy felt so raw as the head of his dick popped out, his cum now dribbling onto the worn cushion below. You caught your breath before pushing up on your hands, your heartbeat steadying as you leaned back.

“Jesus, Hobie,” you panted. “That was…I don’t think a man’s ever made me cum that much,” you confessed with a shaky laugh. Hobie tilted his head as he gave you a sultry grin.

“t’s my pleasure,” he winked. You laughed as he pecked your temple, his hand falling onto the top of your thigh.

“Why don’t we take a shower, yeah?” he suggested as he traced his hand down your cheek. You smiled.

“That sounds wonderful,” you beamed before pausing. “It’s not an excuse to see me naked for a bit longer, is it?” you teased. Hobie held up his hands as he shrugged.

“Could you blame me?” he asked as he gave you a puppy-eyed look. You giggled and gave him a quick kiss. After cleaning up, the rest of the night was spent with his lean frame curling against yours as he held you in his bed. You smiled as you listened to his steady heartbeat, his dark lips parted as he hummed a quiet tune against your neck.

“What’s on your mind, doll?” he asked. You shrugged as you traced a finger along his bedsheets.

“Thinking about you…about us,” you said.

“What about us?” he grunted inquisitively before pecking the back of your neck. You smiled warmly as you turned, your legs tangling with his as you met his eyes.

“About how happy I am that we’ve worked out,” you grinned ear to ear. Hobie blinked, his chiseled features softening as he rubbed your back.

“I’m happy ‘bout it, too,” he confessed with a rare shy grin. Your heart skipped a beat as he planted a kiss on your forehead. “Now, let’s get some sleep. Had quite the workout tonight,” he chuckled. You giggled as you snuggled against his chest.

“Night, Hobie,” you sighed happily. Hobie brought his hand up to your hair, stroking his fingers through it as you closed your eyes.

“G’night, sweetheart,” he whispered.

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Web Of Lies

Warnings 18+: Violence , Cursing , Smut , Use of Deadly Force , Near Death Experiences , Blood , Mentions of Parental Loss . (Will be adding more along the way 😊)

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the price of love | miguel o’hara

pairing: devil!miguel x black plus size fem!reader

genre: established relationship, smut, one-shot

warning: cursing, angst, fluff, blasphemy, corruption kink, miguel is like reallyyyy old in this cause he’s the devil, gaslighting(?), manipulation, mentions of religion (christianity), creampie, fingering, light choking, dacryphilia, overstimulation, nipple play, praise kink, cowgirl position, pet names (angel, good girl, pretty girl), bruising (f. receiving), spanish sentences & phrases

word count: 5.1k

summary: miguel o’hara the devil, the fallen angel. he roamed through earth, searching for his naive lover, one who would sacrifice everything for him. everyone told you to stay far away from him; they knew he was the devil the moment he met you, you knew it. though ever since that first encounter, miguel was obsessed, knew it was you. his angel, the pure one. you listened well, making sure to stay away from him as much as you could, yet your heart begged for him, begged for him to corrupt you.

☏ ᴛᴀʏ’s ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛs: old one-shot!

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MIDNIGHT BLUE AND SPECS of white covered the atmosphere. Shaded grey, shines through your curtains. The moonlight shaped a whole, gorgeous as the night went on. Laying on your side, your hands were under your pillow as the winds picked up. The tree branches hit against your window yet it never woke you.

Your cheetah print bonnet slid off a bit, showing the top of your head as your plump brown lips gape open a little. Soft snores escaping from you. Your bedsheet was over you, but fully, it had been tucked under your arm.

Slipping into your room without racket, his looming body stares at you, on the right side of your room. His tail away, now in his human form. Yet his fangs still, glistening in the sweet moonlight. His eyes were scarlet red, keeping close attention to your subtle movements. When awoken, you were startled as a child seeing a monster under their bed.

Your eyes dart to his shadow, he smirks, emerging from the darkness. His tail appeared, swinging to the right as he walked slowly to you. “Siento el latido de tu corazón, mi ángel. Relájate, estás a salvo.” His tone was true and kind, yet it spooked you still. The devil smirks at you, his tail disappears once again, and your eyes widen.

“Miguel? W- What are you doing here?” You question, scooting up from your bed as you sit upright. Your breathing is rigid.

“Oh, mi ángel. So pretty.” Miguel smirked as he looked you over. “What? I just wanted to spend some time with you. I saw how you avoided me and I thought we could talk.” He took a step closer, his body towering over you.

“A-Avoided…I wasn’t avoiding you.” You whispered, pulling your bedsheet close to you. “You can’t be here…my parents, they’ll wake up and see you.” You continue to whisper. The moonlight dripped against his tan skin, he looked ethereal.

“Relax. I won’t hurt you, not here at least.” Miguel chuckled. His hand gently cupped your chin. “So beautiful.” The devil whispered as his eyes roamed over your face. The moonlight slightly illuminated his face. “I wanted to talk. You’ve been avoiding me for weeks, even though we both know I’m not so bad.” He smiled.

Your lips plump, you tucked it against your teeth and let go. “I haven’t been avoiding you…I’ve been busy.” Lying, as you whispered. It was somewhat a lie at least.

A smirk spread across Miguel’s lips. “Busy?”

“I’ve seen you. You’ve been with no one, but you make an excuse every time I want to spend time with you.” His eyes bored into you. “But what you’re going to tell me is you’ve been too busy…being an angel and all.” He chuckled. Your breathing hitches, “Miguel…”

“Yeah, mi ángel?” Miguel raised an eyebrow, his fingers lightly caressing your cheek.

His voice, his face, his touch. They all affected you in ways you wished they hadn’t. He tilted his head, waiting for you to speak.

“You seriously can’t be here…I-I have to go somewhere later in the day anyway. I’m actually busy.” You stutter out, telling the truth.

“Sure you do, mi ángel.” Miguel scoffed a little. “You’re too busy for me, but you have some secret event you can’t wait for?” His eyes narrowed and his arms crossed over his chest. Miguel could sense the truth and he wasn’t going to stop until he forced it out of you. “I’m not too busy for you…it’s just things happen.” You sigh.

“Like what? What are things you can have going on at this time that are more important than spending time with me?” Miguel questioned you.

He leaned over you, his body fully blocking out the moon and your view of the window. “I want to hear it.”

Gulping, “I-I have to work at the church, I need sleep for starters. I have friends to see. My family is planning this get-together and my parents want me to help.” You mutter, leaving out another thing. Miguel’s expression turned to one of disappointment. “Really?”

“That’s what you’ve been doing with your time?” His eyes went back to you, and his gaze drifted to your lips.

“A church girl?”

You groan, wishing he would understand but of course he wouldn’t. Why would he, and why should he?

“Miguel…seriously these things are extremely important. I also have to see my pastor soon to go over scriptures…Miguel, please.” You whine out to him.

“Church…pastors…scriptures?” Miguel repeated with contempt. “And you haven’t been avoiding me? Tell me more.” The devil’s patience was wearing thin and he didn’t care if he scared you right now. He wanted to be your only priority.

You sigh, “I…I met someone.” You mutter out. Miguel’s demeanor changed drastically. His face hardened and his grip on you loosened.

“Who?”

He was angry, not just at this unknown person, but at you too.

“Tell me who.”

You whine his name out, Miguel’s head was spinning. The very thought of you and another person made his blood boil. You were his. “Who.” He seethed out.

“H-Her name is Bonnie, she’s my age, twenty-six. Goes to the same university as me, we met at church not too long ago.” You let out, breathing heavily as you do. “What do you even see in her?” Miguel wonders in a low tone. He had to know. To find out why you chose Bonnie over him. What made her more special than him, the devil himself.

“Please don’t…” You murmured, looking away.

Miguel didn’t budge. He leaned in closer until your faces were inches apart. You could feel the heat of his breath against your lips. He had to know. “Tell me. Why do you choose her over me?”

“S-She’s not you…she’s not the devil. Miguel my family, my friends, everyone knew I even involved myself with you. I would lose everything and everyone, my life included. They can’t know, they tell me to stay away from you. Be a good lady and don’t listen to the devil’s lies. Don’t worship him, don’t even chant his name.” You tell out, letting out everything you’ve been told about the devil all your life.

Miguel went silent as you talked. His grip on your face tightened as he seemed deep in thought. You felt a chill go down your spine. The weight of Miguel’s hand was much heavier than normal.

“You listen to them?” Miguel finally asked. His face is still inches away from yours.

“Miguel…”

“Mi amor, I want you to think long and hard,” Miguel began, his voice almost a whisper. “If these people know the truth about me- the real me- would they still be your friends?” The devil sighed, his grip on your face easing. “If they knew I only wanted you and that I would never hurt you. Would they still be your friends?” He speaks in a hushed tone.

“It wouldn’t even matter, they would only see what you’re known for.” You looked away and gulped.

“And what am I known for?” Miguel asked, his hand cupping your chin once more and turning you to face him. Your eyes were glossed as you sighed. “Hurting people, making them do bad things…” “You’re scared of me, aren’t you?” Miguel whispered, his voice dripping with sweet poison. “Your friends have taught you to be, and you want to believe it’s true.”

“N-No…no it’s not true.” You protest, his statement was somewhat true but never fully.

“Then prove it to me, my angel.” Miguel asserts, his face inches away from yours. The heat from his body was overwhelming, but the devil didn’t care about your comfort. “Tell me you don’t care for this…Bonnie. Tell me you love me.” He insists under his breath. The sound of his voice was like velvet on your skin. You breathe, “I do love you, Miguel….but I can’t be with you.”

“Why?” Miguel whispered. He didn’t shout or argue. He simply waited for your answer. Miguel’s fingers touched your face. For a moment, it seemed like he cared in a way that wasn’t selfish or cruel.

“You’re the devil, I’m a simple mortal. Compared to you, you’re basically your own god. You’ve made a name for yourself, you have people that worship you, that fear you. If I even tried half of the things you’ve done I would be killed. So I can’t be with you, I was not placed on earth to—” You choked on your words and looked away.

Miguel smirked as you choked on your words. It was a cold expression on his face now, one that lacked the softness of before. “There it is.” He chuckled. His hand caressed your cheek.

“You do fear me.”

Miguel leaned closer again, his hand tightening on your chin. “You do know who I am.”

“I-I don’t fear you.” Your body shutters, “I love you.” Two sentences, the second one true. Miguel chuckled again, his mouth only inches away from yours. “And you love me?” His breath was soft and sweet. You couldn’t tell if it was a normal breath or if it was a special one meant to affect you. The fingers of his other hand brushed against your lips.

“Yes.” You tell him quickly. “Say you need me,” Miguel speaks softly. “Tell me you need me like you need your air.” Miguel’s grip loosened on your chin, but his breath was still close to your face.

You felt like you were in a trance, and you gave in to him fully, anytime he needed you to. “I need you, need you like I need air.”

“And what about Bonnie? You don’t need her.” Miguel’s finger traced your cheek, and then your neck. “You don’t need her like you do me…”

You shake your head and whimper, “No.” You tell him softly.

“You don’t love her,” Miguel smirked again. He tilted his head, his finger running along your collarbone. “You’d choose me over her, every time, wouldn’t you?” The devil asked.

You hum and nod sheepishly, “Every time.” “And it isn’t just that, isn’t it?” Miguel’s voice dropped to a whisper, making his breath tickle against your ears. “I’m the only one you want.”

“Miguel~” You whine out, a soft plead escaping from you.

“Tell me I’m the only man you want.” Miguel whisper-demanded. “No one else. No Bonnie or your friends.” Miguel’s voice was still sweet, but you could hear slight undertones to it. His grip tightened on your jaw ever so slightly. “You only want me.”

“I only want you.” You didn’t care how wrong it was anymore, your soul was tied to the devil. Your soul was created for him, even if it wasn’t, he still made sure it was. Miguel was the cause of your life, the cause of your death, the purpose of your pleasure.

“That’s a good girl,” Miguel said with a smile. “But that’s not all, mi ángel. You can’t ignore the urge you feel to touch me, to kiss me.” Miguel leaned in until you felt his breath on your face. “Tell me you want to kiss me.”

You whimpered, “please.”

“You need to beg,” Miguel said. “Please what, mi ángel?” The devil smirked, leaning closer once more. You could feel his body against yours now and your heart was racing.

“Please Miguel, please kiss me…wanna feel your lips.” Miguel’s hands tightened on you as he leaned close, so close that your bodies were touching. You could feel how hot he was. “Are you sure?” Miguel murmurs, his eyes never leaving you. “Cause once that happens, it’s going to be very, very hard to go back.”

You whimpered and nodded, “Very.”

Miguel chuckles and before you can process it, his lips are on yours. The kiss was soft and slow…and you couldn’t resist. Miguel pulled you close, wrapping his arms around your body. “Nunca te dejaré ir, guapa,” he whispered before kissing you again.

You kissed back, resting your hand on his left cheek, slipping your tongue in. No feeling in the entire world was like Miguel’s embrace. His lips were perfect and his touch was addicting. The longer you two kissed, the more intense it got. Miguel’s grip on you only tightened with the sound of his low growl.

His body pressed closer to yours, you could feel his heat against you. You pull away and breathe heavily, “fuck I forgot how much I missed you.” You moan and your thumb runs across his lips.

Miguel’s eyes fluttered open as he took a breath. The look he gave you was filled with lust…but also something else. You could see his genuine love for you in his eyes. “You missed me?” He questioned.

“You miss me.” He smirked. “Stop, I know that look.” You tell him, you pull your thumb away from his lips.

“What look is that?” Miguel chuckled, still keeping you close. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” His grip on your chin grew gentle again. “I’m thinking of how amazing tonight is about to be,” Miguel whispered, his voice filled with a desire you hadn’t heard before.

You knew exactly what he meant, you read him like a book and so did he to you. “W-We can’t…not with my parents here.” You mutter softly.

“I can be quiet,” Miguel whispered.

His grip on you tightened again, his body pressing closer to yours, his eyes locked on you. “Tell me you want this, mi ángel.” You breathe, “I don’t know if I’ll be quiet…and I do want this.”

“Then just be quiet enough,” Miguel smirked and pulled your head back lightly. The hand on your chin slid down to your neck and his face was inches from your own once more. “You have to know by now how much I want this.” He mutters, pulling you in closer. “Please, pretty girl…let me show you how much.”

You moan softly, “Please show me, Miguel.”

Miguel’s lips pressed against yours once again and the feeling was intoxicating. You felt his hands on your waist, his grip tightening and loosening in sync with the kiss. Miguel was holding you again.

“You don’t know how much I’ve missed this, my angel.” Miguel breathes out. His grip on your neck tightened once more. “You’re mine and only mine.” You whimpered at his last words and moaned softly, gripping his hair. “Need you, I worship you.”

Miguel groaned slightly. What was supposed to be a simple kiss had become something more intense.

Miguel’s hands moved from your waist, running across your body. As his touch traveled up your side, you could feel the heat spreading underneath his fingers.

“Tell me you worship me.” He groans again.

“I worship you.” You repeat, Miguel’s eyes locking with yours as you licked your lips. “Show me how much you worship me.” Miguel’s tone is soft and low. His eyes were looking at you in a way you hadn’t seen before. It wasn’t a look of desire or want, it was a look of obsession and love.

Miguel’s hands reached up your front and cupped your cheeks as he leaned closer. He was so close now and he was watching you.

Waiting.

You closed the space between both of you, his plush lips touching yours as you gripped his hair. Slipping your tongue in. His long tongue swirls around yours as you suck on it softly. You feel his hands run across your breast, cupping it as he softly rubs the nipple against the cloth of your silk green nightgown. You moaned in the kiss, letting him fall on your bed as you sat on top of him, the kiss never stopping.

Miguel was moaning and panting as the two of you kissed and kissed and kissed until you could feel your mouths go dry. The devil’s hands were on you, rubbing your back, your neck, and your breasts, you felt euphoric in his arms. He was taking care of you…and he was taking care of himself.

Miguel lay on his back, taking in the feeling of you on top of him. He moaned as he looked up at you.“Mi ángel,” Miguel whispered. “I don’t care if it’s a sin, I want to make love to you. I’m obsessed with you.”

His body was already reacting to yours and your touch. You could feel the desire in his touch as he reached up to your chest and moved his hands up your thighs and under your nightgown.

You lean your head back, his fingers trailing up to your left breast, cupping it. “Mmh~” you let out.

Miguel’s eyes fluttered, you could see how much he wanted this. How much he desired you. His caresses were intense and hot, his eyes never leaving your body. “I love you, mi ángel,” Miguel whispered. “I want every inch of you.”

You moaned, and looked back at him, your dark brown skin glowed in the moonlight. You were his angel, the angel that held no boundaries between mortality and immortality. You weren’t simply an angel, you were the goddess of beauty and pleasure, purity being your savior and enemy.

Feeling your bonnet slip, Miguel quickly pulls it back down, placing it on your eyes as he chuckles. He was being unserious for a moment. And in that moment you felt your heart skip.

You push your bonnet back up a little to stare at him. Your eyes bore into his red ones. His fangs weren’t there anymore, tan skin, glowing like yours. You love him, and not because of his title, or because he brought so much pleasure to you. You love him because at the end of the day, you saw bits and pieces of him, no one would understand. Not even you, sometimes and you were okay with that.

“Ojalá no tuviera miedo de amándote por completo.” He mutters, his smile slowly turning into nothing. There he was again, the fallen angel. Broken wings and all. Yet you fixed him up, your porcelain doll.

“Take me, Miguel. Take all of me.” You let out breathlessly, you grind against his crouch slowly.

Miguel moaned softly as you did, watching your body with desire, with need. With a smirk, he slid your nightgown off you, throwing it to the floor. His caress on your skin made your breathing quicken. “You’re so ethereal…” Miguel whimpered. “So, so ethereal….”

Your eyes glimmered with a mix of love and desire. You lean yourself closer to him as your heart rate fastens. His arms wrapped around your bare skin. Your lips drag down to his nose, his lips, then to his chin.

You place your hand on the bed, pushing your body down a bit as you moan, feeling his crouch, his long and thick length never going ignored by your pulsating pussy.

You giggle in his ears, his eyes darken in desire as he cups your left boob and suck it softly, his long tongue swirling around your nipple as you whimper and moan. Your breath hitches as you grip his hair, your eyes widening with a mix of surprise and excitement. The sound of his mouth sucking you and the sensation of Miguel’s tongue sent a surge of arousal through your body.

You gasped softly as your breasts were exposed, your nipples hardening under his touch. His eyes locked with yours as Miguel’s right index finger rubs your right nipple. Your body arching slightly into his touch.

A low moan escaped his lips as he leaned in and sucked on your other nipple, the pleasure coursing through his and your veins. Your fingers entangled in his hair, gently guiding his movements as he looks up at you, his gaze filled with a mixture of desire and a playful challenge.

He pulls away, a string of his saliva falling to your boob and his chin. His scarlet eyes darken with desire. “Mmh~ taste too good, my pretty girl.” He moans, still playing with your nipples, pitching it to see you twitch a little.

The devil’s eyes gleamed with a mixture of satisfaction and anticipation as you pulled away from his hands. He licked his lips, savoring the taste of the moment, a smoldering desire evident in his gaze.

He let out a throaty chuckle, his voice filled with a sultry edge. "Oh, mi ángel, you're just getting comfortable, aren't you?" He purred, his tone laced with a mixture of playfulness and hunger.

With a swift and fluid movement, he turns your body around, you facing your tv, and your clothed pussy sitting on top of his crouch. His hands gripped your waist, forcing you to stay put. You moaned softly, feeling his hands roam your body, tracing every contour, every curve. The sensation of his touch sent waves of pleasure to your clit.

“I love you, mmh~ this pretty ass of yours, these pretty nipples, your sweet face. Look like a fucking goddess.” His voice was soft and desperate, he’s whining under you, holding himself back from thrusting his body into you.

Little did you know, you had the devil wrapped around your fingers. His tail was held in the grip of your hands as you toyed with his mind. You were his and he was yours, nothing named destiny could change that.

He whimpers under you, repeating your name like a spell. “Come on baby, come on, take my boxers off, please baby.” He begs, you’re not used to that but you listen like his good little angel.

Your eyes sparkle in amusement a smirk appearing on your lips as you listen to his pleas. You could feel the intensity of his need, the raw desire to have you, corrupting you to be his only.

You hover over him, pulling his boxers off as his pre-cum spills out to his nuts, he’s whimpering still, legs widening beneath you. You smile to yourself, turning back around as you look at his dick and then back at him. He’s a blushing mess and doesn’t realize, his fangs popping out, yet he wouldn’t cause any damage to you…yet.

Though there was a quick glint in his eyes that only the moonlight could catch. With a sudden motion, he slips his hands between your thighs, his fingers immediately finding your clit. He begins to rub it softly at first as your head leans back, low moans leaving your lips.

“You like that, pretty girl? Hmm, yeah, bet you do.” He murmurs, biting his bottom lip, looking at your, pretty brown nips. You moan a little louder, grinding yourself against his fingers for more.

He leaned in closer, his voice in a seductive purr. "Oh, angel, such impatience," he teased, his words dripping with playful arousal. "But don't worry, I'm more than happy to oblige."

Gradually increasing the pressure and speed, his touch is expertly attuned to your desires. As Miguel’s fingers danced over your sensitive nub, he watched your reactions, reveling in the way your body responded to his touch. He could feel your arousal building, your moans filling the air, driving his desire to new heights.

"Is that what you wanted, pretty girl?" He whispered, his voice husky with desire. "Do you want me to make you cum, to push you over the edge?"

You continue to grind against his fingers, playing with your left breast, squeezing and pitching it as you nod, becoming breathless. “Shitt…just like that…ohhh.”

The devil’s lips curled into a satisfied smile as he felt you grinding against his fingers, your moans of pleasure echoing in his ears. He continued to stimulate your clit, her fingers expertly gliding and rubbing against the sensitive bundle of nerves.

"Such a naughty girl," he murmured, his tone deep and breathless. "You like it when I touch you like this, don't you? When I make you feel so good." He increased the pressure and speed of his movements, matching the rhythm of your grinding. His touch became more insistent, aiming to push you closer to the edge of pleasure.

"Cum for me, baby," he begs softly, his voice laced with a seductive command. "Let go and surrender to the pleasure. I want to feel you tremble in my arms."

“Fuck…fuck~ oh fuck me!” You whisper-shout, eyes shutting as you feel yourself so close. “Ple-please, please please~ fuck.” You moan out, you were a mess and he loved it.

Miguel’s lips curled into a wicked smile as he felt your desperate plea for more. Your words fueled his fucked up desires, and he was more than happy to oblige. He continued to thrust his fingers deep inside you, maintaining the relentless pace. Each movement sent waves of pleasure roaring through your body, igniting every nerve ending.

His tone was sultry as he responded, "Oh, mi ángel, I have no intention of stopping. I want to feel you unravel in my hands, to make you scream with pleasure."

As his fingers explored the depths of your wetness, he seized your lips in a searing kiss, her tongue dancing with yours in a sensual dance. Their movements mirrored the rhythm of his thrusts, intensifying the pleasure through you.

He could feel your body tensing, the coil of pleasure building within you. With each thrust, he pushed you deep to the edge, ready to witness your release and revel in the ecstasy that awaited both of you.

You finally came all over his fingers and legs, moaning loudly. “Sh— ohhh~”

His eyes widened with a mix of surprise and delight as you reached the pinnacle of pleasure, your orgasm washing over you in a wave of ecstasy. He felt your release coating his fingers, the evidence of your cum glistening in the dim light.

A satisfied smirk tugged at the corners of his lips as he watched you, your moans of pleasure echoing through the air. He relished in the sight and sound of your uninhibited bliss, reveling in the power he held over your desires.

"Such a good girl," he moans. "You came so beautifully for me." He slowly withdrew his fingers, savoring the sensation of your release on his skin. As he brought them to his lips, he licked them clean, his eyes never leaving yours, a playful spark dancing within them.

"Tienes que ser el ángel más bonito que he visto en mi vida." He lets, your breathing slowly down as you look at him. His finger raises to your face, caressing your bottom lip. “Siempre estoy dedicado a ti.”

You had an urge to cry, you knew he meant every word he spoke to you. This moment of intimacy wasn’t easy for the both of you, he knew that you would never fully belong to him. He knew that that’s why he chased after you each time because you still gave away your love to him and he selfishly took it. Yet, in the end, you love Miguel, support and take care of him, and trusted him.

A part of you had been scared of him, he was right, you were terrified of what he could do. What he would do if you ever stopped loving him? So in moments like this, you weren’t sure if it was out of manipulation or truthfulness spilling out of you both.

Either way, you would do it a million times again to get a superficial love, at least you knew he cared in ways you could never imagine.

Miguel holds you, rubbing your face, pulling your chin, his face inches away from yours. He smiles at you, his lips attached to yours, slipping his tongue in your mouth as you suck it. The both of you pull away, staring in awe at each other.

"You're mine, remember that," Miguel's voice was low and commanding. "No one else gets to see you like this, no one else gets to taste you like this. Only me."

You look at him, desire filling your eyes as you have tears running down your cheek. “Please.” You whimper. Miguel's gaze softened as he looked into your eyes, seeing the desire and vulnerability there. He wiped away the tears from your cheek with his thumb, his touch gentle despite his typically rough demeanor.

"Please what, mi amor?" he murmured, his voice laced with a mix of concern and possessiveness. "Tell me what you want, exactly."

He knew he could be intense, overpowering even, but he also cared deeply for you and wanted to ensure your needs were met. His dominant nature didn't diminish his capacity for tenderness, especially when it came to you.

“Want to feel all of you…please?”

Miguel's eyes darkened with a mix of desire and possessiveness as he heard your plea. He could feel his arousal building, but he wanted to take his time, to savor every moment.

A wicked grin curved his lips as he shifted on the couch, his hand reaching out to trail his fingers lightly along the curve of your thigh. His touch was teasing, barely grazing your skin, as he exerted his control over you.

"You want me to touch you, querida?" he whispered, his voice low and husky. "Then beg for it. Beg for my touch." He loved seeing you like this, vulnerable and desperate for his attention. It fueled his dominant nature, making him even more possessive.

But despite his words, he knew he couldn't deny you for too long. His desire was growing too strong.

“Please touch me, Miguel…wanna have your dick all in me, wanna feel your lips and fingers…please.” You whine, pouting at him.

Miguel's eyes narrowed as he watched you pout, a mixture of devotion and appreciation flickering across his features. He couldn't resist your plea any longer, not when you looked at him like that.

He swiftly moved his hand to your core, his fingers finding their way between your folds. He teased your entrance, making you ache for more, before slowly sliding a finger inside you. He relished in the way your body reacted, the way you clenched around him. "You're so wet for me, aren't you?" he murmured, his voice laced with satisfaction. "You're mine, and I'm going to make you feel it."

With his free hand, he rubbed his throbbing dick. Without hesitation, he positioned himself at your entrance and thrust into you, filling you completely. His movements were rough, and possessive, as he claimed you as his own.

"You're mine, now and forever," he growled, his eyes locked with yours. "And I'm going to fuck you exactly the way I want."

His thrusts became faster and more forceful, each one pushing you closer to the edge. The sound of your moans mixed with his grunts filled the room, the air heavy with the scent of sex.

At that moment, there was no one else but the two of you. The world faded away, leaving only the raw intensity of your connection.

You were a moaning mess, holding onto Miguel. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. Don’t stop baby, right there.”You moan as Miguel’s hand snakes up to your throat, gripping it.

Miguel's lips curled into a wicked grin as he heard your desperate pleas. He reveled in the power he held over you, in the way you surrendered to him completely.

He shifted his position, his hand firmly gripping your left leg and pushing it up, exposing more of your wet heat to his relentless thrusts. The change in angle sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body, making you moan unabashedly. "Is that what you want, mi ángel?" he taunted, his voice laced with a mix of dominance and satisfaction. "You want me to fuck you relentlessly? To claim every inch of you?"

He didn't wait for an answer, knowing that your body spoke louder than words. His thrusts intensified, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. The pleasure built to an unbearable crescendo, the heat pooling in the pit of your stomach.

Miguel's grip on your throat tightened, his movements becoming more primal. He was close, so close to losing himself in the ecstasy of release. But he wanted to take you with him.

"Come for me," he demanded, his voice husky and commanding. "Give me everything you've got."

And with that, he plunged into you with one final, powerful thrust, pushing you over the edge. The world around you blurred as pleasure washed over you, your body convulsing in the throes of an intense orgasm. Miguel followed suit, his release flooding through him as he emptied himself inside you, marking you as his.

As the waves of pleasure receded, you collapsed on top of him, his breathing heavy. He pulled you close, his arms enveloping you in a possessive embrace.

"You're mine, always," he whispered, his voice filled with a tenderness that was reserved for you alone. "And I'll always take care of you, no matter what." He whispered, releasing your body and pulling your face close for a heated kiss.

Miguel wrapped his arms around you, holding you tightly against his chest. He could feel the exhaustion in your body, the aftermath of the intense pleasure you had just experienced together. His possessive nature softened as he felt the weight of your words.

"Mi ángel," he whispered, his voice filled with a rare tenderness. "I'll always protect you, take care of you, and love you." He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, his fingers trailing soothingly along your back. In that moment, there was no need for dominance or possessiveness. It was just the two of you, connected in a bond that went beyond physical desire.

As you rested against him, he held you close, cherishing the intimacy and the love that flowed between you. And in the quiet moments that followed, he silently vowed to always be there for you, to be the person you could rely on, both as Miguel O'Hara and as The Devil.

As moments, blissful and sweet, you felt his body pull away from you, leaving your warm bed. Miguel placed his clothes back up, shaping in his original form, his long tail wrapping around his left leg as he stared down at you.

You turn to your closed door hearing footsteps make their way to you. Hearing a knock on the door your father's voice speaks up, forcing you out of your desired reality. “You okay in there? Can I come in?” He questions, and you yell yes, pulling your sheets up to you as you lay your head on your pillow.

You turn your head to the left, not seeing Miguel anymore, just your window halfway opened as the tree branches hit against it, and the wind coming into your room a bit.

He was gone in a blink, his lips still ghosting upon your ebony skin, as you controlled your breathing. You stared up at your parents who watched you in concern and confusion. He would be back, you knew it, you genuinely felt it as if he created a ritual to feel him. You became his Lilith, and he would use you repeatedly, till you lost your sense of mortality. Till you became his eternally.

You lay in regret realizing, you signed your soul to the devil. What scared you the most is you loved it.

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