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bloodlustknight · 1 year

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Sweat & Dryer Sheets

Miguel O'Hara x FTM!Reader | WC: 1.4k cw: 18+ mdni, oral r receiving, bottom growth referred to as cock Summary: You and Miguel live together but it's been so long since you've been able to be together.

𖦆𖦆𖦆𖦆𖦆𖦆𖦆𖦆 ࣪ 　 ҉ ⋅⠀✧⠀⋅ 　 ҉ ࣪ 𖦆𖦆𖦆𖦆𖦆𖦆𖦆𖦆

It had been a long day, your body heavy as you open the door to your apartment. The smell of freshly washed laundry hitting your nose.

"Miguel, I'm home," you announce as you enter the living room. That's when you see him; folding clothes and making neat piles on the couch.

He looks up as you enter the room unfurling his brows, face softening.

"Welcome home sweetheart," He stretches out an arm pulling you in as he kisses the crown of your head. You relax into his side, "You smell good."

"How so?" Miguel asks, interest piqued.

"Hmm, you smell like dryer sheets... and a little sweaty." You look up, meeting his eyes. A laugh escapes his throat as his chest rumbles.

"You think that smells good?" Miguel raises a brow fighting back another laugh.

"What? It's nice, smells like home." You reach your hand out, pressing it against his chest, busying yourself with straightening out his shirt.

"Plus, I like it when you get all sweaty." Another laugh cracks through Miguel.

"Oh really?" he says with a goofy grin. He takes hold of your wrist, gently bringing your hand up to his mouth, brushing his lips over your knuckles, giving each a kiss.

His eyes are unwavering as he presses your palm against his lips, teeth grazing the sensitive skin. You instinctively pull your hand back, but it doesn't budge. Your eyes widen, and you feel the room heat up. Miguel holds your wrist, firmly pushing his tongue into your palm. Kneading your flesh, sending shivers down your spine. A groan escapes you as he begins to part your fingers. You duck your head breaking from his gaze, face beet red. He looked hungry.

"Please, I want to see that handsome face-" Miguel says between breaths. Suddenly you feel a hand press into the small of your back; before you know it, you're flush against him, forced to look up your breath hitches as you see it. Spit coats the edges of his lips as he makes obscene work of your hand.

"Miguel, please..." you whisper heat pooling at the base of your stomach.

"Use your words, sweetheart." he says, lips leaving your hand.

"The... ah laundry- I can help you with it." This sends him into a laughing fit.

He always managed to get you worked up so easily, none of this was new, but it had been so long since the last time.

"The laundry can wait. I'd like to focus on you." He smiles. That's when you feel a hand snake from your back to right in between your legs, cupping your groin. You grab his shoulders for support as your legs buckle slightly.

"Fuck-" you gasp as he traces your hood. You'd been so busy recently, coming home late and exhausted. It had been so long since you and Miguel's schedules lined up. Even then, at any moment, he could be called out to fight the villain of the week. You didn't realize how sensitive you had become to his touch. How much you wanted, no needed this.

You slide a hand down his chest and slip it underneath his shirt. Exploring his musculature until you reach his nipple pressing your thumb against it. Miguel swallows back a groan as you massage his chest. In what feels like an act of retaliation; he slips his hand into your pants. He takes your cock, giving it a tug. In an instant you push your hips forward, giving him better access, wanting more.

You begin to pull at his shirt frustrated that you're both still clothed and he's got you this desperate.

"Clothes off - please." You huff. He leans down and plants a kiss on your lips.

"Soon beautiful..." he trails off, your eyes meeting his. It's the first time you notice how red he'd gotten, eyes half-lidded, canines protruding.

He slowly gets down onto his knees, grabbing the backs of your thighs. You stiffen in anticipation, muscles jerking with each kiss he leaves up your thighs. Ghosting his lips over your clothed cock, his hot breath making you impatient for contact.

You thread your fingers through his hair bracing yourself. He presses his tongue flat against the fabric of your pants. You lean into his touch the layers of clothing making it hard for you to feel him. You tug on his hair desperately, wanting more.

"Please... Miggy" you manage through staggered breath. This time there's no response, he simply pushes his face closer, you now feel his nose press into you as he prods your crotch with licks. He becomes more desperate as time goes on. His heavy breathing a sign of how badly he's been wanting this to. He leaves your groin, cool breath sending shivers up your spine as it hits your now-soaked crotch.

You needed him now, needed to feel his lips wrap around you. You begin to undo your pants, muscles tensing with need. Miguel stills your hands, grabbing your pants by the belt loops and yanking them down with a single tug, a shallow breath leaves you. You weren't the only one who felt desperate.

His hands return, hooking around your legs, his lips swollen as they latch onto your inner thigh. It feels as though he's wound you up, and the smallest of touches could have you come undone.

"Mhm, ah-h" you sputter as Miguel kisses your thighs, stopping at your core, lips ghosting there. He raises a hand slowly pulling back your hood, hips bucking up into his touch. Grabbing onto his hair you brace yourself as he presses his lips against your head. The overstimulation makes every movement electric causing you to hiss through your teeth.

He takes all of you into his mouth, letting out a groan as he feels the weight of you on his tongue. Hollowing out his cheeks he sucks you in, stopping only to lick at your base collecting the mess he's made of you onto his tongue. Each of his groans sends sweet vibrations through your core, pushing you closer and closer to your release.

"Hah- you're doing so good, Miguel... so good-" you barely manage to stagger out your praise. He doesn't show it well but Miguel was a sucker for praise. Vulnerability looked beautiful on him. You cherished the time you spent together where guarded walls crumbled.

Your train of thought broken as you feel his lips leave you. He's panting, you're slick covering his face. You can tell he's close, the realization sends your heart pounding. The thought of Miguel getting there just by getting you off. You let out a groan, locking eyes.

"Please Miggy I'm so close," You throw your head back. In a heartbeat, he's back at your core, savoring your taste on his tongue, massaging your cock.

He takes both his hands, spreading you open, your legs bowing. His nose pressed against your cock as he hungrily laps at your sensitive nerves. You feel the pleasure concentrate in your core, building with each stroke of his tongue.

"Yes there, right there!" you keen. All at once you feel the wave that's been building crash over you. Every one of your muscles, tenses as you grip Miguel's hair for dear life. He's holding your legs, ensuring you don't stumble as you ride out your orgasm.

Once you've stilled, panting, you look down at him. As you brush your fingers through his hair, you can't fight off the goofy smile on your face.

"What was all that for?" you chuckle. He leans into your touch.

"I don't know... it's been a while, I missed you." He says loud enough just for the two of you to hear.

You help Miguel as he slowly begins to rise. Taking his face into your hands, you wipe yourself off the edges of his lips.

"I missed you too." You say giving him a peck on the cheek. Miguel buries himself into the crook of your neck.

"Mhhhm," he breathes out, a smile on his lips.

"You smell good."

#OOC Miguel im so sorry #this is pwp #I just want to have a home with him and a quite life 😮‍💨#want to understand his character better but this hit me out of nowhere #might write some more #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x ftm!reader #miguel o'hara x nb!reader #miguel o'hara x enby!reader #miguel o'hara x ftm reader #miguel o'hara x enby reader #miguel o'hara x nb reader #nb reader #ftm reader

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