the price of love | miguel oâhara
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 heâs 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 oâhara 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.
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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. âSiento el latido de tu corazĂłn, mi ĂĄngel. RelĂĄjate, estĂĄs a salvo.â 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.
âMiguel? W- What are you doing here?â You question, scooting up from your bed as you sit upright. Your breathing is rigid.
âOh, mi ĂĄngel. So pretty.â Miguel smirked as he looked you over. âWhat? I just wanted to spend some time with you. I saw how you avoided me and I thought we could talk.â He took a step closer, his body towering over you.
âA-AvoidedâŠI wasnât avoiding you.â You whispered, pulling your bedsheet close to you. âYou canât be hereâŠmy parents, theyâll wake up and see you.â You continue to whisper. The moonlight dripped against his tan skin, he looked ethereal.
âRelax. I wonât hurt you, not here at least.â Miguel chuckled. His hand gently cupped your chin. âSo beautiful.â The devil whispered as his eyes roamed over your face. The moonlight slightly illuminated his face. âI wanted to talk. Youâve been avoiding me for weeks, even though we both know Iâm not so bad.â He smiled.
Your lips plump, you tucked it against your teeth and let go. âI havenât been avoiding youâŠIâve been busy.â Lying, as you whispered. It was somewhat a lie at least.
A smirk spread across Miguelâs lips. âBusy?â
âIâve seen you. Youâve been with no one, but you make an excuse every time I want to spend time with you.â His eyes bored into you. âBut what youâre going to tell me is youâve been too busyâŠbeing an angel and all.â He chuckled. Your breathing hitches, âMiguelâŠâ
âYeah, mi ĂĄngel?â 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 hadnât. He tilted his head, waiting for you to speak.
âYou seriously canât be hereâŠI-I have to go somewhere later in the day anyway. Iâm actually busy.â You stutter out, telling the truth.
âSure you do, mi ĂĄngel.â Miguel scoffed a little. âYouâre too busy for me, but you have some secret event you canât wait for?â His eyes narrowed and his arms crossed over his chest. Miguel could sense the truth and he wasnât going to stop until he forced it out of you. âIâm not too busy for youâŠitâs just things happen.â You sigh.
âLike what? What are things you can have going on at this time that are more important than spending time with me?â Miguel questioned you.
He leaned over you, his body fully blocking out the moon and your view of the window. âI want to hear it.â
Gulping, âI-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.â You mutter, leaving out another thing. Miguelâs expression turned to one of disappointment. âReally?â
âThatâs what youâve been doing with your time?â His eyes went back to you, and his gaze drifted to your lips.
âA church girl?â
You groan, wishing he would understand but of course he wouldnât. Why would he, and why should he?
âMiguelâŠseriously these things are extremely important. I also have to see my pastor soon to go over scripturesâŠMiguel, please.â You whine out to him.
âChurchâŠpastorsâŠscriptures?â Miguel repeated with contempt. âAnd you havenât been avoiding me? Tell me more.â The devilâs patience was wearing thin and he didnât care if he scared you right now. He wanted to be your only priority.
You sigh, âIâŠI met someone.â You mutter out. Miguelâs demeanor changed drastically. His face hardened and his grip on you loosened.
âWho?â
He was angry, not just at this unknown person, but at you too.
âTell me who.â
You whine his name out, Miguelâs head was spinning. The very thought of you and another person made his blood boil. You were his. âWho.â He seethed out.
âH-Her name is Bonnie, sheâs my age, twenty-six. Goes to the same university as me, we met at church not too long ago.â You let out, breathing heavily as you do. âWhat do you even see in her?â 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.
âPlease donâtâŠâ You murmured, looking away.
Miguel didnât 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. âTell me. Why do you choose her over me?â
âS-Sheâs not youâŠsheâs 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 canât know, they tell me to stay away from you. Be a good lady and donât listen to the devilâs lies. Donât worship him, donât even chant his name.â You tell out, letting out everything youâve 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 Miguelâs hand was much heavier than normal.
âYou listen to them?â Miguel finally asked. His face is still inches away from yours.
âMiguelâŠâ
âMi amor, I want you to think long and hard,â Miguel began, his voice almost a whisper. âIf these people know the truth about me- the real me- would they still be your friends?â The devil sighed, his grip on your face easing. âIf they knew I only wanted you and that I would never hurt you. Would they still be your friends?â He speaks in a hushed tone.
âIt wouldnât even matter, they would only see what youâre known for.â You looked away and gulped.
âAnd what am I known for?â Miguel asked, his hand cupping your chin once more and turning you to face him. Your eyes were glossed as you sighed. âHurting people, making them do bad thingsâŠâ âYouâre scared of me, arenât you?â Miguel whispered, his voice dripping with sweet poison. âYour friends have taught you to be, and you want to believe itâs true.â
âN-NoâŠno itâs not true.â You protest, his statement was somewhat true but never fully.
âThen prove it to me, my angel.â Miguel asserts, his face inches away from yours. The heat from his body was overwhelming, but the devil didnât care about your comfort. âTell me you donât care for thisâŠBonnie. Tell me you love me.â He insists under his breath. The sound of his voice was like velvet on your skin. You breathe, âI do love you, MiguelâŠ.but I canât be with you.â
âWhy?â Miguel whispered. He didnât shout or argue. He simply waited for your answer. Miguelâs fingers touched your face. For a moment, it seemed like he cared in a way that wasnât selfish or cruel.
âYouâre the devil, Iâm a simple mortal. Compared to you, youâre basically your own god. Youâve made a name for yourself, you have people that worship you, that fear you. If I even tried half of the things youâve done I would be killed. So I canât be with you, I was not placed on earth toââ 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. âThere it is.â He chuckled. His hand caressed your cheek.
âYou do fear me.â
Miguel leaned closer again, his hand tightening on your chin. âYou do know who I am.â
âI-I donât fear you.â Your body shutters, âI love you.â Two sentences, the second one true. Miguel chuckled again, his mouth only inches away from yours. âAnd you love me?â His breath was soft and sweet. You couldnât 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.
âYes.â You tell him quickly. âSay you need me,â Miguel speaks softly. âTell me you need me like you need your air.â Miguelâs 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. âI need you, need you like I need air.â
âAnd what about Bonnie? You donât need her.â Miguelâs finger traced your cheek, and then your neck. âYou donât need her like you do meâŠâ
You shake your head and whimper, âNo.â You tell him softly.
âYou donât love her,â Miguel smirked again. He tilted his head, his finger running along your collarbone. âYouâd choose me over her, every time, wouldnât you?â The devil asked.
You hum and nod sheepishly, âEvery time.â âAnd it isnât just that, isnât it?â Miguelâs voice dropped to a whisper, making his breath tickle against your ears. âIâm the only one you want.â
âMiguel~â You whine out, a soft plead escaping from you.
âTell me Iâm the only man you want.â Miguel whisper-demanded. âNo one else. No Bonnie or your friends.â Miguelâs voice was still sweet, but you could hear slight undertones to it. His grip tightened on your jaw ever so slightly. âYou only want me.â
âI only want you.â You didnât care how wrong it was anymore, your soul was tied to the devil. Your soul was created for him, even if it wasnât, he still made sure it was. Miguel was the cause of your life, the cause of your death, the purpose of your pleasure.
âThatâs a good girl,â Miguel said with a smile. âBut thatâs not all, mi ĂĄngel. You canât ignore the urge you feel to touch me, to kiss me.â Miguel leaned in until you felt his breath on your face. âTell me you want to kiss me.â
You whimpered, âplease.â
âYou need to beg,â Miguel said. âPlease what, mi ĂĄngel?â The devil smirked, leaning closer once more. You could feel his body against yours now and your heart was racing.
âPlease Miguel, please kiss meâŠwanna feel your lips.â Miguelâs hands tightened on you as he leaned close, so close that your bodies were touching. You could feel how hot he was. âAre you sure?â Miguel murmurs, his eyes never leaving you. âCause once that happens, itâs going to be very, very hard to go back.â
You whimpered and nodded, âVery.â
Miguel chuckles and before you can process it, his lips are on yours. The kiss was soft and slowâŠand you couldnât resist. Miguel pulled you close, wrapping his arms around your body. âNunca te dejarĂ© ir, guapa,â 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 Miguelâs embrace. His lips were perfect and his touch was addicting. The longer you two kissed, the more intense it got. Miguelâs 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, âfuck I forgot how much I missed you.â You moan and your thumb runs across his lips.
Miguelâs eyes fluttered open as he took a breath. The look he gave you was filled with lustâŠbut also something else. You could see his genuine love for you in his eyes. âYou missed me?â He questioned.
âYou miss me.â He smirked. âStop, I know that look.â You tell him, you pull your thumb away from his lips.
âWhat look is that?â Miguel chuckled, still keeping you close. âAre you thinking what Iâm thinking?â His grip on your chin grew gentle again. âIâm thinking of how amazing tonight is about to be,â Miguel whispered, his voice filled with a desire you hadnât heard before.
You knew exactly what he meant, you read him like a book and so did he to you. âW-We canâtâŠnot with my parents here.â You mutter softly.
âI can be quiet,â Miguel whispered.
His grip on you tightened again, his body pressing closer to yours, his eyes locked on you. âTell me you want this, mi ĂĄngel.â You breathe, âI donât know if Iâll be quietâŠand I do want this.â
âThen just be quiet enough,â 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. âYou have to know by now how much I want this.â He mutters, pulling you in closer. âPlease, pretty girlâŠlet me show you how much.â
You moan softly, âPlease show me, Miguel.â
Miguelâs 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.
âYou donât know how much Iâve missed this, my angel.â Miguel breathes out. His grip on your neck tightened once more. âYouâre mine and only mine.â You whimpered at his last words and moaned softly, gripping his hair. âNeed you, I worship you.â
Miguel groaned slightly. What was supposed to be a simple kiss had become something more intense.
Miguelâs 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.
âTell me you worship me.â He groans again.
âI worship you.â You repeat, Miguelâs eyes locking with yours as you licked your lips. âShow me how much you worship me.â Miguelâs tone is soft and low. His eyes were looking at you in a way you hadnât seen before. It wasnât a look of desire or want, it was a look of obsession and love.
Miguelâs 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 devilâs hands were on you, rubbing your back, your neck, and your breasts, you felt euphoric in his arms. He was taking care of youâŠand 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.âMi ĂĄngel,â Miguel whispered. âI donât care if itâs a sin, I want to make love to you. Iâm obsessed with you.â
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. âMmh~â you let out.
Miguelâs 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. âI love you, mi ĂĄngel,â Miguel whispered. âI want every inch of you.â
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 werenât 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 werenât 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.
âOjalĂĄ no tuviera miedo de amĂĄndote por completo.â 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.
âTake me, Miguel. Take all of me.â 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. âYouâre so etherealâŠâ Miguel whimpered. âSo, so etherealâŠ.â
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 Miguelâs 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 Miguelâs 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. âMmh~ taste too good, my pretty girl.â He moans, still playing with your nipples, pitching it to see you twitch a little.
The devilâs 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 ĂĄngel, 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.
âI love you, mmh~ this pretty ass of yours, these pretty nipples, your sweet face. Look like a fucking goddess.â His voice was soft and desperate, heâs 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. âCome on baby, come on, take my boxers off, please baby.â He begs, youâre 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, heâs whimpering still, legs widening beneath you. You smile to yourself, turning back around as you look at his dick and then back at him. Heâs a blushing mess and doesnât realize, his fangs popping out, yet he wouldnât cause any damage to youâŠyet.
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.
âYou like that, pretty girl? Hmm, yeah, bet you do.â 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 Miguelâs 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. âShittâŠjust like thatâŠohhh.â
The devilâs 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."
âFuckâŠfuck~ oh fuck me!â You whisper-shout, eyes shutting as you feel yourself so close. âPle-please, please please~ fuck.â You moan out, you were a mess and he loved it.
Miguelâs 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 ĂĄngel, 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. âShâ ohhh~â
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 ĂĄngel mĂĄs 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. âSiempre estoy dedicado a ti.â
You had an urge to cry, you knew he meant every word he spoke to you. This moment of intimacy wasnât easy for the both of you, he knew that you would never fully belong to him. He knew that thatâs 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 werenât 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. âPlease.â 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.
âWant to feel all of youâŠplease?â
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.
âPlease touch me, MiguelâŠwanna have your dick all in me, wanna feel your lips and fingersâŠplease.â 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. âFuck, fuck, fuck. Donât stop baby, right there.âYou moan as Miguelâs 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 ĂĄngel?" 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 ĂĄngel," 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. âYou okay in there? Can I come in?â 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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the price of love | miguel oâhara
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 heâs 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 oâhara 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.
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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. âSiento el latido de tu corazĂłn, mi ĂĄngel. RelĂĄjate, estĂĄs a salvo.â 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.
âMiguel? W- What are you doing here?â You question, scooting up from your bed as you sit upright. Your breathing is rigid.
âOh, mi ĂĄngel. So pretty.â Miguel smirked as he looked you over. âWhat? I just wanted to spend some time with you. I saw how you avoided me and I thought we could talk.â He took a step closer, his body towering over you.
âA-AvoidedâŠI wasnât avoiding you.â You whispered, pulling your bedsheet close to you. âYou canât be hereâŠmy parents, theyâll wake up and see you.â You continue to whisper. The moonlight dripped against his tan skin, he looked ethereal.
âRelax. I wonât hurt you, not here at least.â Miguel chuckled. His hand gently cupped your chin. âSo beautiful.â The devil whispered as his eyes roamed over your face. The moonlight slightly illuminated his face. âI wanted to talk. Youâve been avoiding me for weeks, even though we both know Iâm not so bad.â He smiled.
Your lips plump, you tucked it against your teeth and let go. âI havenât been avoiding youâŠIâve been busy.â Lying, as you whispered. It was somewhat a lie at least.
A smirk spread across Miguelâs lips. âBusy?â
âIâve seen you. Youâve been with no one, but you make an excuse every time I want to spend time with you.â His eyes bored into you. âBut what youâre going to tell me is youâve been too busyâŠbeing an angel and all.â He chuckled. Your breathing hitches, âMiguelâŠâ
âYeah, mi ĂĄngel?â 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 hadnât. He tilted his head, waiting for you to speak.
âYou seriously canât be hereâŠI-I have to go somewhere later in the day anyway. Iâm actually busy.â You stutter out, telling the truth.
âSure you do, mi ĂĄngel.â Miguel scoffed a little. âYouâre too busy for me, but you have some secret event you canât wait for?â His eyes narrowed and his arms crossed over his chest. Miguel could sense the truth and he wasnât going to stop until he forced it out of you. âIâm not too busy for youâŠitâs just things happen.â You sigh.
âLike what? What are things you can have going on at this time that are more important than spending time with me?â Miguel questioned you.
He leaned over you, his body fully blocking out the moon and your view of the window. âI want to hear it.â
Gulping, âI-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.â You mutter, leaving out another thing. Miguelâs expression turned to one of disappointment. âReally?â
âThatâs what youâve been doing with your time?â His eyes went back to you, and his gaze drifted to your lips.
âA church girl?â
You groan, wishing he would understand but of course he wouldnât. Why would he, and why should he?
âMiguelâŠseriously these things are extremely important. I also have to see my pastor soon to go over scripturesâŠMiguel, please.â You whine out to him.
âChurchâŠpastorsâŠscriptures?â Miguel repeated with contempt. âAnd you havenât been avoiding me? Tell me more.â The devilâs patience was wearing thin and he didnât care if he scared you right now. He wanted to be your only priority.
You sigh, âIâŠI met someone.â You mutter out. Miguelâs demeanor changed drastically. His face hardened and his grip on you loosened.
âWho?â
He was angry, not just at this unknown person, but at you too.
âTell me who.â
You whine his name out, Miguelâs head was spinning. The very thought of you and another person made his blood boil. You were his. âWho.â He seethed out.
âH-Her name is Bonnie, sheâs my age, twenty-six. Goes to the same university as me, we met at church not too long ago.â You let out, breathing heavily as you do. âWhat do you even see in her?â 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.
âPlease donâtâŠâ You murmured, looking away.
Miguel didnât 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. âTell me. Why do you choose her over me?â
âS-Sheâs not youâŠsheâs 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 canât know, they tell me to stay away from you. Be a good lady and donât listen to the devilâs lies. Donât worship him, donât even chant his name.â You tell out, letting out everything youâve 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 Miguelâs hand was much heavier than normal.
âYou listen to them?â Miguel finally asked. His face is still inches away from yours.
âMiguelâŠâ
âMi amor, I want you to think long and hard,â Miguel began, his voice almost a whisper. âIf these people know the truth about me- the real me- would they still be your friends?â The devil sighed, his grip on your face easing. âIf they knew I only wanted you and that I would never hurt you. Would they still be your friends?â He speaks in a hushed tone.
âIt wouldnât even matter, they would only see what youâre known for.â You looked away and gulped.
âAnd what am I known for?â Miguel asked, his hand cupping your chin once more and turning you to face him. Your eyes were glossed as you sighed. âHurting people, making them do bad thingsâŠâ âYouâre scared of me, arenât you?â Miguel whispered, his voice dripping with sweet poison. âYour friends have taught you to be, and you want to believe itâs true.â
âN-NoâŠno itâs not true.â You protest, his statement was somewhat true but never fully.
âThen prove it to me, my angel.â Miguel asserts, his face inches away from yours. The heat from his body was overwhelming, but the devil didnât care about your comfort. âTell me you donât care for thisâŠBonnie. Tell me you love me.â He insists under his breath. The sound of his voice was like velvet on your skin. You breathe, âI do love you, MiguelâŠ.but I canât be with you.â
âWhy?â Miguel whispered. He didnât shout or argue. He simply waited for your answer. Miguelâs fingers touched your face. For a moment, it seemed like he cared in a way that wasnât selfish or cruel.
âYouâre the devil, Iâm a simple mortal. Compared to you, youâre basically your own god. Youâve made a name for yourself, you have people that worship you, that fear you. If I even tried half of the things youâve done I would be killed. So I canât be with you, I was not placed on earth toââ 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. âThere it is.â He chuckled. His hand caressed your cheek.
âYou do fear me.â
Miguel leaned closer again, his hand tightening on your chin. âYou do know who I am.â
âI-I donât fear you.â Your body shutters, âI love you.â Two sentences, the second one true. Miguel chuckled again, his mouth only inches away from yours. âAnd you love me?â His breath was soft and sweet. You couldnât 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.
âYes.â You tell him quickly. âSay you need me,â Miguel speaks softly. âTell me you need me like you need your air.â Miguelâs 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. âI need you, need you like I need air.â
âAnd what about Bonnie? You donât need her.â Miguelâs finger traced your cheek, and then your neck. âYou donât need her like you do meâŠâ
You shake your head and whimper, âNo.â You tell him softly.
âYou donât love her,â Miguel smirked again. He tilted his head, his finger running along your collarbone. âYouâd choose me over her, every time, wouldnât you?â The devil asked.
You hum and nod sheepishly, âEvery time.â âAnd it isnât just that, isnât it?â Miguelâs voice dropped to a whisper, making his breath tickle against your ears. âIâm the only one you want.â
âMiguel~â You whine out, a soft plead escaping from you.
âTell me Iâm the only man you want.â Miguel whisper-demanded. âNo one else. No Bonnie or your friends.â Miguelâs voice was still sweet, but you could hear slight undertones to it. His grip tightened on your jaw ever so slightly. âYou only want me.â
âI only want you.â You didnât care how wrong it was anymore, your soul was tied to the devil. Your soul was created for him, even if it wasnât, he still made sure it was. Miguel was the cause of your life, the cause of your death, the purpose of your pleasure.
âThatâs a good girl,â Miguel said with a smile. âBut thatâs not all, mi ĂĄngel. You canât ignore the urge you feel to touch me, to kiss me.â Miguel leaned in until you felt his breath on your face. âTell me you want to kiss me.â
You whimpered, âplease.â
âYou need to beg,â Miguel said. âPlease what, mi ĂĄngel?â The devil smirked, leaning closer once more. You could feel his body against yours now and your heart was racing.
âPlease Miguel, please kiss meâŠwanna feel your lips.â Miguelâs hands tightened on you as he leaned close, so close that your bodies were touching. You could feel how hot he was. âAre you sure?â Miguel murmurs, his eyes never leaving you. âCause once that happens, itâs going to be very, very hard to go back.â
You whimpered and nodded, âVery.â
Miguel chuckles and before you can process it, his lips are on yours. The kiss was soft and slowâŠand you couldnât resist. Miguel pulled you close, wrapping his arms around your body. âNunca te dejarĂ© ir, guapa,â 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 Miguelâs embrace. His lips were perfect and his touch was addicting. The longer you two kissed, the more intense it got. Miguelâs 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, âfuck I forgot how much I missed you.â You moan and your thumb runs across his lips.
Miguelâs eyes fluttered open as he took a breath. The look he gave you was filled with lustâŠbut also something else. You could see his genuine love for you in his eyes. âYou missed me?â He questioned.
âYou miss me.â He smirked. âStop, I know that look.â You tell him, you pull your thumb away from his lips.
âWhat look is that?â Miguel chuckled, still keeping you close. âAre you thinking what Iâm thinking?â His grip on your chin grew gentle again. âIâm thinking of how amazing tonight is about to be,â Miguel whispered, his voice filled with a desire you hadnât heard before.
You knew exactly what he meant, you read him like a book and so did he to you. âW-We canâtâŠnot with my parents here.â You mutter softly.
âI can be quiet,â Miguel whispered.
His grip on you tightened again, his body pressing closer to yours, his eyes locked on you. âTell me you want this, mi ĂĄngel.â You breathe, âI donât know if Iâll be quietâŠand I do want this.â
âThen just be quiet enough,â 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. âYou have to know by now how much I want this.â He mutters, pulling you in closer. âPlease, pretty girlâŠlet me show you how much.â
You moan softly, âPlease show me, Miguel.â
Miguelâs 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.
âYou donât know how much Iâve missed this, my angel.â Miguel breathes out. His grip on your neck tightened once more. âYouâre mine and only mine.â You whimpered at his last words and moaned softly, gripping his hair. âNeed you, I worship you.â
Miguel groaned slightly. What was supposed to be a simple kiss had become something more intense.
Miguelâs 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.
âTell me you worship me.â He groans again.
âI worship you.â You repeat, Miguelâs eyes locking with yours as you licked your lips. âShow me how much you worship me.â Miguelâs tone is soft and low. His eyes were looking at you in a way you hadnât seen before. It wasnât a look of desire or want, it was a look of obsession and love.
Miguelâs 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 devilâs hands were on you, rubbing your back, your neck, and your breasts, you felt euphoric in his arms. He was taking care of youâŠand 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.âMi ĂĄngel,â Miguel whispered. âI donât care if itâs a sin, I want to make love to you. Iâm obsessed with you.â
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. âMmh~â you let out.
Miguelâs 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. âI love you, mi ĂĄngel,â Miguel whispered. âI want every inch of you.â
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 werenât 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 werenât 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.
âOjalĂĄ no tuviera miedo de amĂĄndote por completo.â 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.
âTake me, Miguel. Take all of me.â 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. âYouâre so etherealâŠâ Miguel whimpered. âSo, so etherealâŠ.â
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 Miguelâs 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 Miguelâs 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. âMmh~ taste too good, my pretty girl.â He moans, still playing with your nipples, pitching it to see you twitch a little.
The devilâs 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 ĂĄngel, 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.
âI love you, mmh~ this pretty ass of yours, these pretty nipples, your sweet face. Look like a fucking goddess.â His voice was soft and desperate, heâs 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. âCome on baby, come on, take my boxers off, please baby.â He begs, youâre 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, heâs whimpering still, legs widening beneath you. You smile to yourself, turning back around as you look at his dick and then back at him. Heâs a blushing mess and doesnât realize, his fangs popping out, yet he wouldnât cause any damage to youâŠyet.
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.
âYou like that, pretty girl? Hmm, yeah, bet you do.â 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 Miguelâs 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. âShittâŠjust like thatâŠohhh.â
The devilâs 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."
âFuckâŠfuck~ oh fuck me!â You whisper-shout, eyes shutting as you feel yourself so close. âPle-please, please please~ fuck.â You moan out, you were a mess and he loved it.
Miguelâs 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 ĂĄngel, 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. âShâ ohhh~â
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 ĂĄngel mĂĄs 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. âSiempre estoy dedicado a ti.â
You had an urge to cry, you knew he meant every word he spoke to you. This moment of intimacy wasnât easy for the both of you, he knew that you would never fully belong to him. He knew that thatâs 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 werenât 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. âPlease.â 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.
âWant to feel all of youâŠplease?â
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.
âPlease touch me, MiguelâŠwanna have your dick all in me, wanna feel your lips and fingersâŠplease.â 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. âFuck, fuck, fuck. Donât stop baby, right there.âYou moan as Miguelâs 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 ĂĄngel?" 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 ĂĄngel," 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. âYou okay in there? Can I come in?â 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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