02 de Abril de 2022. 15:15 h
Me haces tanta falta.
Te amo tanto y te odio a la vez.
Te amo con cada fibra de mi ser. Y te odio por hacerme sufrir, por tenerme así.
Me duele tanto no hablar contigo, no saber de ti, no contarte sobre mi día. Pero, me duele aún más no tenerte.
Siento que es tan sencillo para ti no escribirme, siento que no te hago falta cuando yo me estoy muriendo de tristeza, sin poder evitar derramar tantas lágrimas mientras escribo esto.
Espero un mensaje tuyo todo el tiempo, espero que me escribas, necesito que lo hagas, lo deseo tanto, pero, sé que te pedí que ya no lo hicieras, y es lo mejor, aunque me duela demasiado.
Quisiera tanto que me dijeras que no puedes estar sin mí y que pelearás por mí, por lo nuestro, pero, sé que eso no ocurrirá, por lo que mi decisión de alejarnos es la mejor. Aunque sienta un dolor enorme en el pecho.
Hoy es el cumpleaños de mi hermano, esta noche es la celebración e iremos con mis padres.
En momentos así siempre te he imaginado a mi lado, siempre de tu mano...
El lunes es tu cumpleaños, quisiera darte tantas cosas, hacerte tantas sorpresas, mimarte tanto, hacerte sentir el hombre más afortunado de todo este mundo. Pero, no estaré a tu lado. No podré hacerte el amor apenas marque la media noche. No podré despertarte con mi boca y con el calor de mi cuerpo y desearte el primer feliz cumpleaños del día. No podré darte los buenos días, no podré besar tu boca y acariciar tu barba, tus cejas, tu cabeza. No podré hacer las una y mil cosas que deseo hacerte, pero, sobre todo, no estaré a tu lado.
Haría de ese día uno tan especial (uno de los días más especiales para mí) e inolvidable. Sé que te sentirías tan amado, mimado y feliz. Sé que podría hacerte tan feliz...
No he dejado de pensar en ti ni un solo segundo.
Te extraño tanto, te necesito tanto, tanto.
Solo quiero que dejes de dolerme tanto, amor.
No imaginas cuánto me duele.
No tienes idea de todo lo que pienso y siento.
Eres el amor de mi vida.
Eres mi todo-todo.
Te amo tanto, tanto, y siempre te amaré.
Por siempre.
❤️🌻🍓❤️
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tú eres mi vida
( part 1) (next part)
pairing: miguel o'hara x wife!reader
warnings: a lot of fluff, suggestiveness, foreplay?
summary: with the opportunity of a surprise, miguel makes the most of your honeymoon
He walked away from the hammock with you, hanging over his shoulder, ass in the air, making sure to keep a large hand over it, both to conceal you from wandering eyes and to grope at the plump flesh every now and then.
All you're seeing is the beaten path through the shore's sand and the junction between the beach and the hotel's green gardens. He skips the alley leading to your room, your eyes widening in amusement. You know he's good with directions, as long as you're talking about the spider-verse. Otherwise, in the blissful comfort of your honeymoon, you may have caught him further away from the stoic, attentive leader he's gotten used to being.
"Miguel, baby, you missed it. It's that way." you giggle lightly, tapping his lower back, careful enough not to make him feel bad. The last thing you want to do is blow off his mood.
"I know." His tone is confident, teasing. Your chuckles are silenced abruptly at the reply, utter perplexity taking over you. All the places and facilities around the resort flash through your head one by one, none fitting for what you were intending to do. And you haven't discussed love-making in seawater yet, either.
"Where are we going then?" you inquire, after throughout accession of all possibilities.
"Paciencia, cariño. It's a surprise." He reveals, full of pride and excitement, voice lowered and playful. You shiver, gripping into his waist to support your upper body and look around, scanning for said surprise.
He gets to the entrance of the private beach, still not stopping. With a sudden jump, he hops on the pier, your weight secure over his shoulder. You can't deny the wetness gathering in your panties at the thought of how effortlessly he carries you around, showing everyone that you're his, and most importantly, that he's about to make the most of it.
You watch the waves crashing softly against the darkened wood of the pier, clear and cold. You feel the breeze blow up over your bare thighs, shivering. He runs a hand over the exposed skin, up underneath the fabric of your flimsy skirt, stopping shy of the small mound of your cunt. You squirm slightly, needing his touch up higher, but he retracts his wandering hand and tightens his grip over you.
Finally, he reaches the water bungalows. Small huts connected by piers in a web-like distribution. Your eyes fixate on the king-size bed sheltered by wooden walls on all sides, except for the one facing the sea. Open and free, white curtains flowed by the bed frames, carried on the wind's wings like sails on a ship.
His knees hit the bed before he lays you down on the soft, clean, white mattress, his back facing the open view. You shift under his shadow, scurrying back towards the bed frame, watching him crawl over to you, slow and methodical.
He grabs your ankles faster than the time it would’ve taken you to escape and rile him up further, pulling you under him so that he’s straddling your hips, holding you in place. You lift yourself on your elbows, attempting to move your legs out of the cage, gazing up at him.
“What d’you think?” He asks, toying with the elastic of your skirt.
“I’ve never been happier.”
You drop your head back down on the bed, having stopped fighting the impossible hold he’s forced you in, between his muscular thighs. He smiles sweetly, satisfied with himself.
“It’s been almost impossible to find one of these available. But now that I have you here,”, he bends down, an inch away from your face. His hot breath fans your mouth, and you take it all in, the scent of him, the fresh bedding, the sea breeze. Your eyelids fall heavy, and he closes the gap between you, kissing you slowly, unhurriedly, like you have all eternity to spend together in paradise, and you’re just getting started. And maybe that’s exactly what it is.
You taste his lips, strawberry sweet and ever loving, feeling your eyes roll back at the sensation. He cups your face with one hand, holding you from fainting, and you let him lead. You feel his body move against yours, yearning to be closer and closer. His happy trail rubs onto your stomach, skin to skin. Every ridge of his defined abdomen pushes down onto you, chest rising and falling with each breath.
Struggling to keep up with the kiss, you sense his hands drift lower, to your waist, and you flinch ever so slightly, muscle memory kicking in. You mentally pray that he won’t–
And he does. He resumes his earlier attack, tickling you and abusing all the sensitive and funny spots he knows so well.
You scream through the uncontrollable laughter, fragments of his name that he otherwise hears in a different context, but which he adores nonetheless. His grip loosens momentarily, and you slip away like a cobra in desert sand. Before you can manage to get up and make a run for it, he grabs onto your skirt, his talons ripping through the material, leaving you in your shirt and panties. You protest, but he’s quick to drag you back on the bed. He laughs wholeheartedly, pinning you to the white sheets. You’re more than certain that the racket can be heard from miles away, but you couldn’t care less.
In an attempt to shield yourself, you bring your arms to your sides, tears already rolling down your eyes as you’re running out of breath and energy. He stops, and squeezes his thighs around your waist. You’re not leaving.
As he gathers the white sheets, pulling them over you both, you try to ignore the weight of his half-hard cock that’s now resting on your midriff. Or not.
You run your hands up his burly thighs, over his hip bone and up his abdomen, feeling the muscles ripple with his movements. He gives you a knowing look, bringing the sheet over his head, trapping you in a semi-transparent cocoon.
“Who’s gonna see us? The fish?”, you manage to say, feeling the remnants of an explosive giggle kick back in right after you’ve calmed down.
“I’m not taking any chances. There are speedboats.” he mumbles, as he adjusts above you.
“They’re not allowed so close to the-” he cuts off the rest of the sentence, slamming his lips onto your once again, and just like earlier, he has you melting in his arms in no time. It’s almost embarrassing how he manages to surf you through emotions so quickly and effortlessly, but you blame it on the beauty of being utterly and irrevocably in love. His lips move against yours with expert ease and precision, stopping every now and then to breathe, barely breaking away, as your exhales mix together in desperation and fascination.
You wrap your arms around his neck, your legs around his waist, basking in the heat of his body radiating down on you. A groan reverberates in his chest at the action, resulting in him moaning in your mouth.
You continue to make out in the cool shade of the bungalow, sheltered from the blazing July sun, and every second you feel like it’s the first time again, butterflies in your stomach, heart about to burst.
When he finally parts from you, chest heaving, eyes half lidded, you feel as if you’ve been cut from a lifeline. He moves to your flushed cheeks, the kisses are open-mouthed and slow.
“Te amo. Tu eres mi alma”, he kisses below your temple, “mi corazón-”, he moves to your jaw and right below it, “-mi vida.”
He licks at your neck, kissing the sensitive skin with insistence, pressing himself closer to you.
“Y siempre lo serás.”
link to part one!
translations:
paciencia - patience
tú eres mi alma - you are my soul
y siempre lo serás - and always will be
a/n: ill do a part 3 i actually love this whole honeymoon idea:) i hope its at the very least a bit original with the bungalow and all that
ALSO if you're a native latin spanish speaker please correct me im here to learn and write him as well as i can<3
+thank you everyone for the AMAZING feedback ive received for the first part!! i really hope you like this one and the next just as much
taglist:
@cooch1ecruncher @nvkdjnvjkd @tsukkie-daisuke @noahspector
(it won't let me tag everyone, sorry if i missed you)
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