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moon-rivr · 7 months

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pairing: arranged marriage miguel x fem reader

warnings: miguel being an ass, guy grabbing the reader, oral (f receiving), mirror sex, and overall smut lol 🫣

author’s note: idk what my obsession is with writing asshole mig 😭 i hope you guys aren’t finding it repetitive or boring 🫣 anyways, enjoy <3

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When Miguel had agreed to this arranged marriage set up by your parents, he didn't seem himself having you bent over your shared bathroom sink as he pounded into you from behind, fisting your hair with one hand as he forced you to keep eye contact with him through the mirror.

It started off at another gala that your father frequented, in an attempt to make himself respected in the business world. His business had recently skyrocketed in profits and he was being acknowledged for the hard work that he put in, but that still wasn't enough for your father. Despite the fact that he was gaining respect from other businesses and gaining opportunities, he quickly became greedy and obsessed when he found out that he was still being ignored by some. With that greed and obsession, the sweet father who used to play Monopoly with you quickly disappeared and transformed into someone ruthless.

You decided to wear a blue dress that plunged at the neckline all the way to your breasts along with a pair of silver stilettos to the gala, making some heads turn at your arrival. Your parents quickly went to go mingle with some of the other guests, eager to make a good impression, while you sat down at one of the tables and sipped on a glass of overpriced champagne. You looked up from your phone when you saw a shadow looming over you, glancing over at the man who was standing in front of you. He was tall, taller than anyone else in the room, and his black hair was pushed back to perfection. Despite how devilishly handsome he looked in the black tux he was wearing, you couldn't help but be enamored by his eyes. They were such a unique shade of brown, almost appearing red when the light hit them right.

"What are you doing here all alone?" He asked, sitting down in front of you as he took a glass of champagne from a waiter passing by. "My parents are out mingling, but conversation about how the stock market is progressing doesn't seem very interesting. and what are you doing here joining me in solitude?" You replied, taking a sip from your glass as you took in the man sitting in front of you. "Like you said, conversation with people who only really care about how many zeros are in your bank account isn't very fulfilling," he remarked, clinking his glass against yours as he took a sip. You looked down to where his hand was holding the champagne glass, the comparison almost funny before you started to think just what he could do with his hands. You snapped out of it, looking back at the man who was smirking at the sight of your flushed face. "So what's your name?" You asked, leaning a bit forward as you set down the glass. "Miguel. Miguel O’Hara, nice to meet you."

Soon after you two had finished up with your champagne glasses, he led you outside to the balcony with the excuse of wanting to hear you better. You two leaned against the balcony, watching some of the other guests arrive or looking up at the twinkling stars. You found conversation to be extremely easy with him, he wasn't anything like the prestigious assholes that your father had tried (and failed) to set you up with. "I don't know, I feel like you're giving me that kind of angsty angry at the world type of vibe," you said after the conversation had turned to what high school was like, eliciting a small laugh from him. "Sort of, yeah. And let me guess, you were the popular cheerleader?" He remarked, leaning against the balcony as he looked over at you. You rubbed the back of your neck nervously, letting out a small sigh before deciding to open up to Miguel. "Uh, no. My dad was struggling to get above profit every quarter so we couldn't afford the extracurriculars. I mean, it wasn't bad or anything but I did end up being the joke of the school," you replied, leaning against the balcony now. "For what it's worth, I would've loved to be your friend."

Eventually after a while of conversing, Miguel extended his hand out to invite you to dance. "You are aware that there's no music out here, right?" You asked, letting out a small laugh as you held his hand. "We'll dance to the rhythm of our hearts," he remarked, letting out a chuckle of his own as he began swaying to an imaginary soundtrack. "I was aware of how corny it was when it left my mouth," he mumbled, his cheeks flushed a bit red with embarrassment. You continued to dance with him, enjoying the way his body moved against yours and the body heat that he was radiating. You looked up to see his gaze already on you, those brown eyes almost sparkling with something similar to desire. "I'm gonna kiss you, is that okay?" He whispered, looking at you for a response. You nodded, closing your eyes as you leaned into it. His mouth was soft, inviting and you could taste the champagne he'd drank earlier along with something just so uniquely... him.

You pulled away when you heard the balcony door open, seeing your father standing there with a smile on his face. "Ah, I see that you've gotten yourself acquainted with your future husband," he remarked, patting Miguel’s shoulder before he walked next to you. Your brows furrowed in confusion as you looked from your father to Miguel, seeing the same expression on his face. "Husband?" You asked after a while, rubbing your arm nervously. "I wasn't aware that it would be you that i'm marrying, but yes, your father thought that us getting married would increase our business profits," Miguel responded, his face turning stone cold and you started to grow annoyed. You'd expected this from your father, to marry you off for his expense without any regard towards your feelings but now Miguel was pretending like there wasn't a spark between you two?

A couple weeks after the gala, your father arranged for your marriage with Miguel to be in the city courthouse with only some of your friends and his potential business partners. You were in the process of moving your stuff into his place in order to make the marriage seem more legitimate. When you arrived at Miguel’s house, you couldn't help but admire the sheer size of it and the amount of expensive decorations he put up, but you couldn't help but notice that it was missing a touch of home. It was like something out of an Airbnb catalog, not a place someone came for solace. The living room was devoid of any pictures of him or his family, full with paintings that must've cost a fortune.

After you finished setting your stuff down in the room he'd set apart for you, you decided to walk downstairs to the kitchen since you hadn't eaten breakfast that morning. You noticed Miguel sitting at the kitchen table in a plain white tee and sweatpants while he typed something up in his computer as you headed to the cupboards. You grabbed a bag of chips and looked over at Miguel, leaning over the table a bit. Things had been distant ever since the kiss and getting married, but you were determined to at least try to get along with your husband. "Hey, how's work going?" You asked, looking at him with a small smile as you opened up your bag of chips. "Can you open that somewhere else? It's too noisy," he grumbled, not bothering to look up from his computer. You let out a small sigh and picked up the bag of chips from the table, starting to walk away before you heard him speak up once more, "And don't think this is going to be a loving marriage. This is only a business transaction and you just happened to be one of the pawns."

You decided to start distancing yourself from Miguel after that, which was considerably easier since he was always away on business trips or working late. You constantly found yourself crying over Miguel’s neglect, wishing that he would show you at least a smidge of attention, but those tears were quickly replaced by burning anger when he rejected every advance you tried to get close to him. Eventually, you started shutting down completely and only coming out of the room when he wasn't home or when you two needed to attend an event together. Even at the events, he still kept you at an arm's length and made a point not to speak with you until it was time to go.

An art showing you were excited for quickly arrived, and you found yourself giggling and smiling when getting ready despite knowing that Miguel wouldn't act differently from those other times. You dressed in a red floor length dress with gold heels, your hair and makeup styled to perfection. You walked downstairs after Miguel complained about you taking too long, seeing his eyes widen just the slightest bit as he held his hand out for you to hold. "You look nice," he offered, walking with you to the car. You'd normally be excited and form delusions about how things were improving between the two of you, but you didn't feel like raising your own hopes for once. "Right because I spent two hours getting ready to look 'nice'," you responded, taking your hand away from his as you walked to the car.

The drive there was silent, the jazz music playing on the stereo filling up the atmosphere. You knew that you'd basically just snapped the only olive branch that he'd offered you, but you couldn't stand to deal with the disappointment that came after realizing that he still didn't like you. You looked out the window, Miguel’s hand lingering on the side of your thigh as he occasionally glanced at you. You two arrived at the gala a couple minutes later, only getting close to pose for pictures and sell the image of the perfect marriage.

You walked over to the bar, leaving Miguel alone as he went to go talk with some of his associates. "One whiskey, please," you asked the bartender when they came over, your eyes occasionally glancing over at what Miguel was doing or who he was talking to. You tried to push the thoughts aside as you took a sip of your whiskey, listening to one of the auctions going on. You finished up with your glass around the time that the auction had ended, looking over to see that Miguel was still busy mingling so you decided to head out to the balcony to get some fresh air.

You were looking out at the night sky when you felt a hand on your shoulder, turning around to see a man around your age giving you a polite smile. "Hey, I couldn't help but notice you're here alone. Aren't you O’hara’s wife?" He asked, leaning against the balcony as he turned to look at you. "I am, but I’m not really that big on socializing," you responded, turning to look over at him. He let out a dark chuckle as he lit up a cigar, taking a huff out of it before he turned to look at you once more. "You know Miguel doesn't really love you right? He's only with you out of convenience," he said after a while of silence, closing the gap between the two of you. "Even if we are, I don't see how that's any of your concern," you said, the words came out more defensively than you had intended them to. His hand lingered on your shoulder, brushing a strand piece of hair aside as his eyes darkened. "I'm just saying, if you're ever tired of being in a loveless marriage, he doesn't have to find out," he spoke a while after, his hand still resting close to you. You were about to push him away when you heard someone speak up behind you, "Get your damn hands off my wife."

You and Miguel walked back to the car in silence a couple minutes after that encounter, and you felt like a scolded kid despite the fact that it wasn't your fault. Once you two settled in the backseat, he turned to look over at you, his gaze softening up just the slightest bit. "Are you okay?" He asked, surprising you completely since he'd never bothered to ask. "What does it matter, Miguel?" You responded, pinching the bridge of your nose as you looked out the window. He spent a couple minutes in silence, before you noticed that you two weren't headed back to the house. "We're headed someplace else," he said, seeing the look of confusion on your face.

His driver pulled over to a secluded spot and Miguel helped you out of the car, grabbing a blanket from the trunk. He set down the blanket and sat down, patting the spot next to him. "You didn't bring me out here to murder me?" You asked, a brow raised as you sat down next to him. "No, that's a completely different spot," he replied, letting out a small chuckle as he glanced down at you. You spent a couple minutes looking at the clearing and at the constellations before glancing over at Miguel, deciding to ask the question that had been lingering in your mind for a while now. "What changed? I mean, why are you so distant despite the connection we had when we met?" You asked, rubbing the back of your neck awkwardly. He let out a sharp exhale, turning to look at you.

"I had a daughter, Gabriella. She was the center of my world, y'know? And then suddenly, she wasn't in my world anymore and that completely destroyed me. It was easy flirting with you in the beginning because I thought it would just be temporary, but then you turned out to be my wife. It had nothing to do with you and everything to do with me. I'm scared that everything I love will end up destroyed," he spoke up after a couple minutes, his voice cracking a bit as he spoke. You were unsure of what to say, so you decided to stay quiet and simply rub your hand on his shoulder, but what you didn't know is that your presence was all Miguel needed to feel okay in that moment. You two stayed quiet for the rest of your time there, just taking the time to be close to each other and enjoy each other's presence for the first time.

Miguel had tried to be a more attentive husband after that trip, getting over his own fears and being vulnerable with you. He started talking to you about work, letting you ask stuff about his personal life, and let you sit down with him while he was typing away at his computer. You were scrolling through your phone while Miguel was working on his computer, not noticing when he had moved over to the couch to sit down next to you. "I have a business trip to go to, but I want to take you out on a proper dinner date when I get back. I know I haven't been the ideal husband but I'm trying here," he said, rubbing your ankle as he looked over at you. You placed your phone down, grateful at the amount of effort that Miguel was willing to put in to make the marriage a bit more bearable. "I appreciate the fact that you're trying. I can't wait," you responded, sitting up to kiss his cheek and hoping that the small act wouldn't scare him off. He responded to the kiss fairly well, returning it and turning the tv on so you two could relax for a bit.

About a week later, you had received a text from Miguel that he would be arriving from his business trip today around 7. You couldn't help but feel excited at the fact that you were finally going to go on an actual date with your husband, so you started dancing in the bathroom while you brushed your teeth. You spent about an hour taking care of your appearance, putting on hydrating face masks and shaving before going to get dressed. You settled on putting a short dress that complimented your curves perfectly with a pair of silver heels, the jewelry matching them. You took out your makeup bag and started to finish getting ready in front of the bathroom mirror, not noticing that Miguel had come inside.

He wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his head on your shoulder as he placed a kiss on your neck. "You look stunning," he whispered, the proximity of how close he was combined with the compliment making the wires in your brain short circuit. You turned around to look at him, seeing that he was already dressed to go out, with the color of shirt matching your dress and black slacks. You couldn't help but notice the loose tie hanging around his neck so you decided to lean in to fix it before he grabbed your hand, kissing the top of it as he looked up at you. "I wanted to be a gentleman and take you out to dinner first but I just can't help myself."

Miguel did quick work of taking himself out of his pants, placing you on the bathroom counter as he looked up at you. "Is this okay with you?" He asked, his hands gently rubbing on your thighs, not wanting to do anything without your proper consent. "More than okay," you responded, watching as he slid your dress up to your hips. He got on his knees, starting to lick a stripe up your thigh before he did quick work of slipping your panties down. "Such a pretty pussy," he whispered before he leaned in, running his mouth through your folds. His tongue explored every part of you, basking in the experience as he gently tugged and sucked. He licked a stripe from your weeping hole to your clit, your manicured hands tugging on his hair. He slipped his tongue inside, letting out a low moan as the vibrations went through you, causing your legs to twitch a bit.

He gripped your legs tightly as he sucked on your hole, lapping at the juices you were releasing. He looked up at you with his tongue buried in you, the tip of his nose wet from your juices. You let out a small moan at how pretty he was, your hips grinding against his face as you sought out more. "So greedy," he said with a small chuckle, taking his pointer and middle finger to tap against your lower lip. You opened up your mouth, your tongue running the sides as you sucked on his fingers. He took them out and got on his knees once more, slipping them inside of you with ease. You let out a loud moan as you felt his fingers curl to hit your g-spot, your toes curling in the silver heels. Your legs began to twitch as he started to suck on your clit, his tongue working expertly to provide you with pleasure you needed. His fingers and mouth worked in tandem to provide you with the stimulation you craved, your hands tugging on his hair as your hips grinded against his face. "I-I'm close!" You moaned out, the peak of your climax approaching quickly with every suck of your clit. With one final thrust of his fingers, you gushed around them, your face contorted in pleasure. He got up from the floor, his eyes on you as he sucked your release from his fingers.

Miguel kept you in the same position as he aligned his cock with your pussy, his gaze on you as he started to slide himself in. He let out a low moan as he bottomed out, his hands on your hips while he started off slowly. He grabbed his discarded tie off the counter, tying your hands together and your legs were on his shoulders, the angle allowing Miguel to slip in deeply with ease. He started moving faster when he noticed your hips moving against his, his balls slapping against your ass. Your walls clenched around him tightly, eliciting a moan to come out of him as he thrusted in you faster. The grip on your hips was sure to leave you bruises by tomorrow, but you couldn't find it to care with all the pleasure he was giving you. He looked up at the mirror, seeing your body underneath his and got an idea.

He bent you over the mirror, having you look at yourself as he slid inside of you once more. You pressed your hands down on the counter as he began to quicken up the pace, your back flush against his chest as you closed your eyes. He couldn't have that, of course, so he tugged on your hair, forcing you to keep eye contact with him through the mirror. You felt a new wave of arousal coat his cock as he maintained the eye contact, your walls clenching around him tightly. His balls slapped against your ass as he thrusted in deeply and quickly, seeking out for both of you to get to that peak. His thumb rubbed small circles on your clit, gently pinching it as he worked to give you what he could. "You look so pretty taking me like this, tesoro," he moaned out, raising one of his hands to slap your ass. You felt your legs tremble as he continued to hit your g-spot and his thumb stimulated your clit, quickly coming to your orgasm. (treasure)

Your release formed a creamy white ring around the base of his cock, your eyes closed in pure bliss. He pressed your face against the mirror, shaking his head in fake disappointment as he continued to thrust in your pussy, seeking out his own release. "Keep your eyes on the mirror," he said, the command coming out more breathless than he expected. With one final thrust, his cum coated your walls as he fucked into you. He let his chest fall against your back, gripping you tightly as he got his breathing under control. He slipped his softening cock out of you, his fingers pushing the cum leaking from your pussy back inside. You took his fingers in your mouth, sucking them off once more as you tasted the combined release from you two.

He helped you get cleaned up and even cooked up some spaghetti before he laid down in bed with you. He gently rubbed your shoulders as you started to drift off to sleep, his chest flush against your back. "Thank you.. for not giving up on me. I really appreciate it," he whispered, kissing your cheek as he stroked your thigh. "You're a person worth knowing," you replied, turning around to face him as your hand rested on his cheek. You felt yourself growing sleepy from the combined body warmth and how good his fingers felt on your skin. "You can go to sleep, I'll be here in the morning."

He, however, was not there in the morning when you woke up. You thought that after the time you spent getting close to him and especially now after having sex, he would start to open up to the possibility of advancing your relationship. However, it seemed like the act simply pushed him away further and erased the progress you had achieved. You decided to knock on his office door, getting tired of the silent treatment and mixed signals to ask what was going on and he simply responded with, "What we did was a mistake. I'm sorry that you thought we could be something more but you're just a business transaction."

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trash-king18 · 10 months

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miggy hc’s

sorry for the delay on pt. 9 my loves. i just moved and things are a little hectic but here’s some head cannons i had written for mig (sfw and nsfw) pt. 9 should be up tmr or wednesday<3

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i feel like he’d absolutely convince you to get your nails done and pay for it too just so you could play with his hair and rub his back with them because he’s literally a sucker for it. like he’d be embarrassed about it at first and deny it but he’d be purring at your touch.. like literally though bc he’s half spider

hear me out: on the lowest of keys miguel is kinda autism coded. LISTEN listen listen… the agitation, the sensory issues from heightened senses, the rigidity, the strong sense of justice, the need for seeking patterns to make sense of things that have happened, a fucking genius, (has a literal fucking rage meltdown in the movie) and would absolutely end up with an adhd golden retriever energy gf (partner if ur queer bc duh)

would definitely think bigotry in general is “unintelligent and barbaric” homophobia especially and would defend any and all spider kids from bigots (let’s face it they’re all at least bi) even though he’s a grump he’d protect them.

his love language is acts of service and physical touch

he likes to stay busy, even though you coax him into relaxing more, physically maybe not so much since hes always fighting bad guys…(or fucking you) but mentally. he’s reading, or watching documentaries, playing chess (he definitely programmed an ai himself that would be near impossible to beat just for the challenge and like analyzed the worlds best players. and just because i think it’s cute, you definitely introduced him to like a childish animated puzzle game on your phone that he insisted was stupid but then you wake up to find he stole your phone to play it at night. definitely gets frustrated with it and you make fun of him “it’s harder than it looks ok”

when miguel started acting softer towards you lyla would tease him about it every chance and try to embarrass him in front of you

if you are latina and(or) have curly hair like me i can see him getting all pouty when you straighten it. he’d tell you, you look gorgeous of course “you always do” but i feel as a latino he would just think your natural hair is absolutely gorgeous (curly or coily)

when he comes out with you, if he does, he just holds stuff and watches over you. he will never initiate pda but he certainly doesn’t mind if you cling to him in front of all the people watching. unless you’re at work “reputations” and all that

he’s not a dancer(but he’s extremely good at it)… unless maybe you’re walking down a shadowed street where there aren’t many people and there’s latin music he might be tempted to pull you into him to dance a little salsa or just feel your hips move when no one’s looking

dates are more quiet, private, and thoughtful settings.

is 100 percent not a morning person. blackout curtains and no alarms and while he will stay up all night working or wake up at the ass crack of dawn for missions he will bitch and moan about everything when you try to wake him up when he doesn’t have work and he is a pouting sulking grump when you do

food. this man is always fucking hungry. but he cooks his own food or doesn’t eat at all and is as much a control freak in the kitchen as he is at work. and it takes you forever to convince him to let you cook, even though you’re perfectly good at it and better at certain things. definitely loves making you taste things as he cooks even when he’s made it before

every time you pass a “mexican” place unless it’s actually authentic he’ll mutter under his voice cursing them saying they’re ruining his culture (they are). just imagine him driving/swinging past a california tortilla and rolling his eyes and scoffing

miguel’s nightmares wake him up in a cold sweat more often then he’d care to admit. and as a light sleeper you are almost always already up stroking his face and hair and on the rare occasion you aren’t he’ll just pull you on top of him to feel and watch you instinctively cuddle into him.

when you’re home you are glued to his side. he’s the: keep you on the kitchen counter while he cooks, shower together, literally tangle your bodies together in bed or on the couch, type of man. but his time away on missions which is frequent, gave you some breathing room. because as much as he’d presumably be the distant one he’s got domestic instincts like no other. he gets enough action at work that he’s definitely a homebody once you coax him into overworking himself less.

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nsfw

2 word’s: cock. warming. any chance he gets to get himself inside you he takes, or he makes them. he is obsessed with the idea of making a permanent imprint of himself in your pussy and he 100 percent loves belly bulge. cuddling or working from home? you’re on his lap preferably in one of his shirts with his dick stuffed inside you. sleeping? probably ended up pulling your leg over his and (consensually!) slipping himself into your hole. one the rare occasion you sleep later than he does he’ll wake you up by lazily rutting into you.

2 more words: panty ruin-er. and that’s all

i don’t know exactly how to explain this one.. but he’s got a pretty dick. you can tell his hygiene is very good and he’s particular about everything and that goes for down there too.. but it’s just pretty. (idk if y’all know what i mean but sometimes you just see one and it just- idek the girls that get it, get it)

he’s got an oral fixation and don’t tell me he doesn’t. mans a munch but he’s also perfectly satisfied to kiss, nip, lick, and suck at any other part of you.

imo, he’s really not subby or even on the bottom he likes to be the one in control even the times where all he’s really doing is giving you everything you ask for. but dont assume that means he doesn’t absolutely love watching you ride him or give him head/hj. and when hes cranky he will sheepishly ask you for it almost like he’s embarrassed about being needy (he 100 percent is and you make fun of him for it all the time… after you fuck his soul out of course)

he HATES being teased. give it but can’t take it. but the reason he doesn’t is because he will whimper a little and he would never hear the end of it.

more than once he’s stopped you sucking his dick to pull you up purely to cum in you instead of your mouth (sorry bro man has a breeding kink i don’t know what to tell you) “wouldn’t want to waste that would we”

the only thing that really truly makes him blush is when you grab/slap/poke his ass and you do it just for that reason and he will chase you around the house yelling at you(mostly playfully) after

if you grind on him he’s usually pretty quick to try and just fuck you instead. because when you do you’ll start kissing his jaw and his neck just rubbing yourself on his bulge or his thigh and suddenly the thought and sight of you getting off just from that is enough to push back any thoughts of embarrassment at the sounds that leave his throat and he doesn’t like loosing control but he can’t help it with you

i feel like if he found you touching yourself he would immediately worry it was because he wasn’t taking care of you well enough and ask what you wanted but you’d just laugh and tell him it was simply because you got wound up and impatient thinking about him.

he can never finger you if he’s already wound up because.. claws

as gentle and caring as he can be he still loves to overstimulate you. the aftercare is amazing but he will fuck as many orgasms out of you as he wants. sometimes he just can’t think straight until he gets to.

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taglist:

@urmotherswhor3 @marcswife21 @l3laze @kirke-is-my-name @rexxesgirl @simp4miguell @urmomisafinewoman @dammittjanet

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forusomimiya · 10 months

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Just a quick night note:

Miguel O'Hara is a tough nut to crack. You can't go in with the idea in your head that sooner or later you'll end up with power over him. Before that, he would press you into bed and congratulate you on your attempt, suggesting you to try again later.

"Hope you get it next time, dumb" the continuous rubbing of his cock against your ass and the grabbing of your hair against the pillow, are enough to make you realise by whispers in your ear, (weakened by the occasional groan), that you're on his territory and it's a waste of time to go any further. You know it, yeah, you really know it, but you like to invade it and be punished for it.

"Think about it. Maybe you’ll be lucky" needs nothing more than to leave you lying on the bed, with your panties wet for the scene, your heart beating fast, your breathing agitated and your desire to being fucked for that man.

Because a girl like you just needs a little indoctrination.

#miguel o’hara x you #miguel o’hara #miguel o’hara x y/n #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara across the spider verse #miguel o’hara smut #miguel o’hara x reader smut #miguel o’hara is hot #miguel o’hara imagine #miguel o’hara spiderverse #spiderman 2099 spiderverse #miguel o’hara headcanon

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ynscrazylife · 9 months

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Being the Bubbly new Spider-Hero

You’re a new spider-hero at the Spider Society who was recruited by Jess Drew and you easily caught Miguel’s eye . . . but for the wrong reasons. You were quite bubbly and excited, enjoying being a spider-hero and to work at the Spider Society. This was quite a contrast to Miguel’s nature, as he almost didn’t enjoy being a hero. He liked helping people, but with the events that led to it which included losing his daughter . . . It was difficult for him. You were difficult for him.

When you messed up on a mission, Miguel got his chance to unleash his ever-building frustration as he dug into you. He was harsher than he should’ve been, bringing up your flaws and ripping into you. He was so harsh that he brought tears to your eyes. You were ashamed and unhappy.

Miguel knew the instant you left that he had gone too far. His brooding nature that kept him from doing anything at first. He sat by himself for a while and for once, LYLA stopped being snarky with him and tried to help. She really liked you.

He got his opportunity when you were hospitalized at another mission gone wrong. When you woke up to see him by your side, you thought he was going to critique you again and you began to apologize. Much to your confusion, he was quick to shush you, saying he was here to be with you and see how you were. You were bewildered and caught off guard. He began to apologize for his behavior and opened up about his past in a way that he never had before. Something about you made him feel safe to be vulnerable around.

You were still a little wary (as you had every right to be), but you wanted to hear him out. It was going to be a slow process to fully forgive him, but you wanted to try. There was just something alluring about him . . .

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thief-of-eggs · 11 months

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some emotional hurt/comfort miguel x peter smut for you all!

words: 4,045

summary:

“What the hell?” He growls, seeing his own expression mirrored back to him on the lenses of Miguel’s mask. He looks like a spooked animal, his eyes wild with fear.

Peter scowls, reaching up to pull his mask off, not wanting to see his own face anymore.

“I’m fine Peter-“

Miguel’s face is unmarred, though he does look annoyed. Annoyed. After almost blowing apart in what would surely be a quite gruesome death.

Unbelievable.

Or: Miguel almost dies on a mission. Peter doesn’t handle it too well

#miguel x peter #peter b parker #miguel o’hara x peter b parker #miguel ohara #miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara is hot #ao3 link #ao3 writer #spiderverse 2 #spiderman atsv #spiderverse #atsv #spiderdads

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katarina-catalina · 10 months

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I really want to write a fanfic with Jake x Arabic reader because there is not enough (or not at all) representation of Arabian in the sfàcifc it's good that it's inclusive, we find a lot of community but I don't know what do you think?

#jake lockley #jake lockley x reader #william tell x reader #marc spector x reader #moon knight #miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara x you #miguel o’hara imagine #miguel o’hara x y/n #spiderman 2099 #miguel o’hara is hot #miguel o’hara thirst #miguel o’hara blurb #across the spiderverse #miguel o’hara atsv

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zofireads · 11 months

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miguel o’hara being voiced by oscar isaac is the literal cherry on top like omg😭

#miguel o'hara #spiderman across the spiderverse #miles morales #spider gwen #miguel o’hara is hot

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honeybeedrabble · 6 months

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Kinktober Day 13: Size - Tutor!Miguel x AFAB!Reader 🎃

can you tell i hate my math class this sem ?? :D

CW: unspecified age gap (reader is in college miguel is in grad school), trauma inducing stats vocabulary, piv (unprotected don’t be stupid), creampie (don’t be stupid), mean miguel, harsh grabbing, fingering (kinda), finger sucking, general size difference.

18+ MDNI

It was getting late, you and your roommates Machi and Gale having dinner with you. You huffed, slumping in the chair you sat on.

“This is such bullshit, I’ve been stuck on this problem for like half an hour already. Nothing’s clicking.” You pushed your dinner aside and looked at Gale for reassurance. She tilted her head at you with a raised brow.

“Girl, you know damn well I’m not getting it either. Just call it quits for tonight, it's not due for another two days.” She said, sipping a chilled can of coke.

“Oh, come on. Neither of us are understanding this shit. I mean, this symbol looks like a backwards three! I miss when math used to just have numbers,” you complained, squinting at the statistics homework in front of you.

“That looks ridiculous,” Machi laughed. “Never have I been more glad to be an arts major.” She said, getting up to put her dish away.

“If it bothers you that much, why don’t you just visit the tutoring lab? I think they’re still open.” Gale said, grabbing your dish and following Machi to the sink.

“Really?” You asked, checking your watch. 8 pm.

“Hey, we pay thousands of dollars in tuition, okay? If they can’t stay open or help when students need it what's the point in taking all that money from us?” Gale shrugged. You sighed, standing up from your chair.

“Well, I guess I better get moving if I want to make it to the tutoring center before 10. Let me know if you guys need anything while I’m out.” You grabbed your keys and left the apartment after grabbing your bag and slipping your shoes back on.

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You arrived at the building, glass doors sliding open as you walked through them, the cold air conditioning giving you goosebumps. You walked over to the sign in sheet, looking through available tutors for the next hour or so.

“Crap…” You sighed, looking through the sheets. It seemed like you needed an appointment before hand, at least electronically.

There was the sound of laughter down the hall, you turned your head towards the sound. There was a much larger man along with a guy who seemed about your age. You recognized the shorter individual from your statistics class.

“Well, I’m glad we could get your problem figured out.” The tall man said, a big hand patting the younger guy's back heavily.

“Yeah, it only took us all night.” More laughter.

“Hey, if its due in two days all night is nothing.” The tall, tanned man said. He was massive, you could practically see his muscles bulging underneath his white buttoned shirt. His chocolate hair slicked back, a few strands messily framing his face. You were in a trance when his almost red eyes met yours. You felt your face flush.

“U-Uh, Hey! You’re in my statistics class arent you?” You asked the shorter guy, desperately avoiding the older mans gaze. The shorter guy said your name questioningly, you nodded.

“Yeah, thats me.” You said, clutching your bag tighter. “So… you got help with the homework?” You asked, motioning to the taller man.

“Oh yeah, this is Miguel.” He said, patting Miguels back.

“Hi, nice to meet you.” You said, grabbing his large hand and shaking it. You felt your palms become sweatier, his hand practically enveloping yours. “I didn’t see your name under the statistics sign up sheet.” You said, voice almost trembling.

“Well as a grad student my major is scientific research so that's why I’m not under statistics.” He said, a slight smirk across his face, his grip on your hand becoming tighter.

“O-oh,” you said softly.

“But I use statistics in almost everything I do, so I can help out with any problems you’ve got if you need it.”

“Miguel’s not a bad tutor, it only took us so long to finish cause I haven’t shown up to class in weeks.” Your classmate laughed. “I’ve got to get out of here but thanks for your help, man.” He waved before walking out the sliding doors into the dark night.

You and Miguel turned to each other, you suddenly felt very nervous.

“So… Would you… tutor me?” You asked, rubbing your arms for warmth.

“Well, it's not quite 10 yet and I don’t have any other sign-ups, so why not?” He shrugged, walking down the hall with you following after him.

You two walked down the hall, reaching a small study room at the end of it.

“This is the room I reserved for the night, so don’t worry about anyone coming in here super late and trying to steal it from us.” He said, opening it up for you to walk through.

You walked into the room, a table with a few chairs in the center with a whiteboard behind it. It seemed fine to you as you walked in, sitting down on a chair, slightly taken aback when it rolled underneath your weight. You looked down and noticed wheels at the feet of the chair. You looked up again when you heard the door shut, Miguel locking it behind him.

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“And that's why your z score is going to be 20.99. Does that make sense?” He asked. You were fucked.

The whole time you were supposed to be paying attention you were completely distracted by his being. He sat next to you, his large frame practically caging you in between him and the desk. He was everywhere, and if you weren’t staring directly at the paper, you were scared you were going to faint. You nodded, eyes looking down at the problem, refusing to tear away from the mathematical mess you made.

“Yeah…”

“Then tell me how you got it.” He said, deep voice rumbling in his big chest.

“Well, first you uh…” You circled a random number in the world problem then looked up at him with helpless eyes. He raised a brow.

“You start with the standard deviation?” He asked, clearly unamused.

“Well… You definitely use it somewhere…” You said half joking. Miguel was still unamused. He sighed deeply, throwing his head into his hand.

“I’ll explain it one more time, okay?” He said, grabbing the pencil from your hand. His hand brushed against yours and held your pencil as if it were a toothpick to him. “So, we’ve identified the mew, right?” He asked, underlining the foreign symbol.

“Yeah…” You said, asking yourself what the fuck is a mew?

You were determined to stay focused but that man made it difficult. You turned to look at him while his eyes were fixed onto the paper, scribbling out equations and typing into your calculator- which he also made look puny in his grasp. You watched him as he spoke, the way his soft lips moved as he talked, revealing sharp canines every now and then between words. You felt your face flush, entranced by his presence. You eyed his large shoulders, following them down to his massive arms. You looked back up at his face, admiring his features while he was so deep in thought. He looked down at you.

“So now we just divide and… hey?” he said almost harshly. “Are you paying attention?” He asked in a snarky tone. You felt your face drop.

“I… um…”

“Distracted again?” He tossed the pencil onto the surface of the table, muscular arms crossing as he almost glared at you.

“I’m sorry.” You felt exhausted, covering your face with your hands in defeat. You felt like crying.

“Maybe if you weren’t so focused on undressing me with your eyes and more focused on these problems, you’d understand this shit by now.” He grunted. You stilled, face buried deep into your palms before you peered at him through between your fingertips.

“W…What?” You asked, looking at his almost red eyes.

“I said what I said.” Miguel's voice was low, he grabbed your seat and pulled it towards him, the wheels moving you with ease. You felt your core tighten, as your face continued to burn hot, regardless of the air conditioning.

Miguel's eyes practically violated you, staring deep past your own and into your soul before looking you up and down, clearly enjoying how you cowered.

“That pretty little head not used to thinking this hard?” he asked low in your ear. You shuddered, hairs on the back of your neck standing at attention. “Pathetic.”

He grabbed your waist with his large hands, daring to crush you between his palms. He slowly stood up from his chair, face inches away from yours. You took that as invitation enough and crashed your lips into his, those soft lips felt even better than you imagined, a whimper escaping your lips as his grip increased. He pulled you off of the chair and slammed you onto the table, papers flying and pens scattering around you. You let out a grunt as the air escaped your lungs from the impact.

“I’m taking time out of my night to try and teach you this shit and you can't even meet me halfway and try to learn it?” He huffs yanking down your frumpy sweats to your ankles. You kicked them off, laying on the table in your tight shirt and panties.

“I-I’m sorry, you're just so-” he cut you off with two thick fingers plunging into your mouth, you gagged when they hit the back of your throat. He smirked, watching you drag your tongue around the knuckles of his fingers.

“That ought to shut you up.” He ran a finger from his other hand to your clothed cunt, you moaned around his thick digits when he caressed your clit. Your hips moved on their own accord, grinding against his large hand. “Would you look at that? I didn’t know they accepted whores into this school.” Miguel hummed, voice smooth like honey and deep like an ocean.

His single finger moved to where your pussy and thigh met, yanking aside your black cotton panties to reveal your wet cunt, which clenched around nothing at the sudden cold air.

“Jesus… I bet you were thinking about this all night, huh?” Miguel teased, the calloused tip of his finger just barely grazing along your seeping hole, spreading the warm slick higher and higher up your folds until he could smear it along your sensitive bud, eliciting another moan from behind his drooly fingers.

“Needy, aren’t we?” Miguel withdrew his fingers from your mouth while his other hand unzipped his dress pants, the metal of his belt buckle clanking together as he pulled it out of its loops. The belt hit the floor with a small thud and with his drool-soaked fingers he freed his massive cock and ran the slippery fingers up and down his shaft.

Miguel tore your underwear off of you, as if it was like taking a sticker off a piece of fruit. You felt yourself drip down your thighs, unsure whether or not it was okay to touch yourself while watching this Greek god of a man pleasure himself with your spit, watching your tense cunt beg him to stuff it.

“Like what you see?” He asked, slipping his finger into his mouth and moaning long and deep when he tasted your sweet slick on his tongue. You nodded vigorously, grabbing one of your tits to entice him even further. “Why don’t you take that off while we’re ahead?”

You quickly tossed off your shirt and bra, completely naked on the desk. Miguel softly laughed, watching how nicely you obeyed him.

“You're too easy, y’know that?” With a few more pumps to his shaft, he harshly grabbed one of your thighs and spread your legs even further, admiring your wet pussy.

The moan you two let out when he put his cock inside of you could've been heard by the whole building if it hadn't been well past 10 pm and everyone had gone for the day. His girthy member dared to split you in half, the sheer size of him was far too much to handle, especially all at one. We watched with pleasure as your breathy moans turned into agonized whimpers the further he drove into you. When he had finally gone balls deep inside of you, there was an obvious cock bulge deep inside of you as he stretched out your pussy wonderfully.

“M-Miguel…” You sighed, a bead of sweat rolling down your temple.

“Oh, so this can keep your attention but me slaving away on your homework can’t?” He smugly asked, pulling out before slamming into you with a grunt. You wailed, scratching the hard surface of the desk underneath you, crumpling stray pieces of scratch paper into your palm while arching your back.

Miguel started at a rough pace, making room out of your tight pussy for his intimidating cock, juices slicking the shaft of his member, and sounds of your wet pussy gushing paired with the creaking of the table filled the room, moans, and mewls adding to euphonious music of your fucking.

“So fucking tight… so fucking tiny… I bet I could fold you like a pretzel,” He said amusingly, grabbing the backs of your thighs and pushing the fronts of them against your chest. You cried out loud, new depth being explored by his commanding dick while he used you for his pleasure.

With his massive hands, he spread his fingers out, his thumbs on the backs of your thighs and his four fingers on the small of your back, grabbing onto you so he could bring you up and down on his deep thrusts.

You were seeing stars at this point, scared your arousal would drip onto your homework papers and soil all the progress you’ve made. But it didn’t matter anymore when you threw your head back onto the table and shook in his hands, pussy clenching around his meaty cock and milking him for his own cum.

“Ngh- What did I say? Easy…” He moaned, thrusting inside of you a few more times before he shot a huge load inside of your tiny pussy, cum leaking out between where your sexes met and rolling down your asscheeks.

You lay there on the table, shaking like a leaf in the wind. Miguel watched entranced as your shared cum leaked out of you, finger fucking it back inside of you, wondering if it he could stuff it all back in. He quickly realized your overstimulated cunt couldn’t take it as tears welled in your eyes.

“Sorry,” He said, removing his fingers. “Now uh… where were we?” He picked up the page of work, then his face dropped, looking at the splotch of cum that had spilled out on accident.

“On second thoughts… you might want to turn this in online.”

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cupcakeinat0r · 20 days

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#he’s so hot I wanna b his house wife dawg #will make him smile #and cu #respectfully #miguel o'hara #atsv miguel #miguel o’hara x reader #across the spiderverse #atsv #miguel x reader #miguel o’hara meme #miguel x you #miguel o’hara atsv #miguel atsv #spider man atsv #miguel spiderman

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mydreamscape-library · 11 months

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my face putting miguel o’hara on the “loves hairy pussy” list:

#miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara x reader #cw hair #he’s so hot it’s nutsssss #smut #fluff #angst #spider man across the spider verse #chubby reader #source: JUST TRUST ME #I can humble him in a very special way hehe #can someone pls write about this…🥺?

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feistyfreaks · 5 months

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Hi ! I recently came across your page and I love your writing!

I was wondering if you still take requests?? Bc if so I was hoping you could do a Miguel O’Hara fic where the reader is the dominant one and he’s like a submissive switch if that makes sense…

Like Miguel would be really vocal, overstimulated, and bratty while the reader would be kind of mean and bratty as well.

Even if you’re not able to do this fic, I still love your content and you’ve definitely gained a new follower !!

Have a great day <3333

NECIO - MIGUEL O'HARA ＊

pairings⋮ sub!miguel x femdom!reader

₊❏❜ content⋮ bdsm, begging, degradation, use of sex toys, handjobs, dirty talk, overstimulation, edging & nicknames.

note⋮ aww tysm, that really means a lot 🥹. i hope you have a great day too! hope you didn’t mind waiting lol i went on a mini break 😭.

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miguel was a bit of a troublemaker.

you see..

miguel had a penchant for pushing your limits, he enjoyed pushing your buttons. he knew that you were not one to take his cheeky rejoinders lightly, but that only thrilled him to provoke you further.

that’s how he found himself stuck like this.

blindfolded and tied,

a whining, withering mess.

you finally click the vibrator off as his hips stutter. you trail your fingers down the sweaty slope of his abdomen hearing him stifle a moan.

“mami, please it hurts.” he begs, waiting for you to lay your hands on him. your clit throbs listening to the pure desperation in his voice, he looked so fucked out and he sounded utterly recked.

his gasps and whimpers were music to your ears.

his hair was slick onto his forehead, and his biceps flexed with how much they tugged onto the bondage you put up. but they didn’t budge, he was strapped on there, tight.

he tried to keep his composure under control but the sound of something being clicked, followed by a soft vibration being trailed up his thigh again made him break.

fuck.

“mami, porfavor.” he whined, realizing he was set for another round of torture. “please, i’ll do all the house chores, w-whatever you want just—”

“shut up before i leave you here all alone.” you snapped, smacking his pretty face. “bribing me won’t make your punishment any better.” you added, bringing the vibrator against his sticky boxers where there was already a visible tent forming. “dumb fuck, look at how easily you get an erection.” you laugh as a rush of adrenaline coursed through him making him wince, he obviously relished the degradation.

“say sorry.” you demand. “i’m not saying sorry,” he choked out, “you don’t deserve it.”

“eres tan terco. no te cuesta simplemente pedir perdón, o sí te cuesta?, you’re such a fucking brat.” you fuss, encircling his cocks head as his thighs twitched. “yea, you’re one to talk,” he murmured underneath his breath. “what’d you say?” you raised a brow, turning up a level.

he hesitated but before he could open his mouth you grabbed his face, “that’s bold of you.” you scoffed, “mami, no, i didn’t mean that-” he lied, feeling the vibrator press up against his shaft.

“fascinating how you continue to run your mouth and then lie about it.” you spat as he moaned in response. “it’s like you’ve learned nothing.” you rolled your eyes, stuffing your panties inside his mouth as you run the vibrator along his length and he slightly shutters. his cock hardens in his confinements as excitement engulfed him, and despite his usual protests, miguel couldn't admit to himself how much he enjoyed your rough treatment.

he groaned, tearing up from overstimulation as his hips bucked, his lashes soaked the blindfold with his wet tears. he looked so pathetic that you almost gave into his pleas, but it was for his constant taunting’s that got him here. he needed to learn his lesson.

“you’re a big wimp, you know that right?” you teased with a smirk he couldn’t see. he tried to grind against the vibrator but you clicked back into the lowest vibrations, ruining the incoming orgasm as he grunted.

you rubbed his cock through the thin elastic fabric. his tip leaked with so much pre, he wanted stimulation, he needed it.

you traced the stitching on the soft cotton of his briefs, following the lines on the overlapping pieces of his boxers.

he bit his tongue and an energy began to course through him, filling him with anticipation.

“still waiting for that apology,” you hum, trailing the vibrator down his toned thigh and towards his heavy balls. “semsivive!” he mumbled as his thighs tensed.

“that’s for you being such a nuisance,” you murmur, turning up a level. “you think you can get away with talking to me like that, hm?” you snap, roughly pressing the vibrator onto his balls. “eres tan necio.”

his body jolts and he squirmed away from the toy, another wince leaving his mouth as his chest heaved.

you tugged down his waistband and his cock sprung out, tip already red and pulsating. you wrapped your hand around his girth, treating miguel to a few sturdy pumps. “fuck, you’re hard as a rock baby. look at you leak like a fucking faucet, you’re so pathetic.” you degrade, squeezing his girth as you slap his length against the palm of your hand.

adrenaline rushes through him and he writhes from the overstimulation and yet he found himself getting off on being put in his place. although miguel acted tough, he couldn’t help but whimper and breathe heavily when being subjected to your unexpected stimulants.

you gathered your saliva, spitting down onto the purple tinted tip before slipping a ring around his girth to maintain his erection.

you pick up the pace, and his arousal squelches with every stroke as you feel that familiar palpitation.

he’s near.

your thumb presses onto his slit, teasing him further.

miguel whines, and his hips buck violently. “last chance, i know you want it.” you offer, purposely jerking him off just the way he liked it. miguel humped into your hand greedily and you took the laced fabric out of his mouth as he moans, tears staining his cheeks as his body writhes.

“say sorry and i might just consider letting you cum.”

miguel whimpers, gulping as he hesitates. “i’m sorry.”

“that’s a good boy.”

his lips quiver before his dick palpitates and his tip sputters, painting his abdomen white. “fuck, baby, look at you gush.” you groan, harshly squeezing his cock.

his tip spurts out a few more white ropes of his orgasm and his brain goes all fuzzy, his head tilts back in euphoria as his jaw slacks.

#ff⋆reqs 🧁#ff⋆inbox 📬#feistyfreaks #hornyhour #sub!male #spiderman 2099 x reader #atsv miguel #miguel o’hara smut #miguel x reader #miguel fanfiction #no nut november #hot as fuck #miguel o'hara fanfiction #spiderman 2099 #across the spiderverse #atsv

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moon-rivr · 7 months

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el arreglo part 2

pairing: arranged marriage miguel x fem reader

warnings: miguel being less of an ass than last part (still an ass), implied fingering, oral (f receiving), bit of angst 🧍🏻

author’s note: sorry it took me so long to get it out but i hope you all enjoy <33

word count: 4052

el arreglo pt 1

The next couple days had been spent in awkward silence and tension, until Miguel approached you while you were watching a episode of your favorite series. His hair was disheveled and he was wearing his workplace attire, making your heart skip just the tiniest bit. However, that all stopped as soon as he opened his mouth. "I'm sorry that i've been treating you so coldly. The day that i slept with you was a mistake, you were just another warm body to me," he started off but was interrupted by your bitter laughter. "Just another warm body? This apology's really going places," you muttered, placing the tv on pause as you turned to look at him. "The day that we slept together was because I saw my ex wife that day. She was out with some guy at a restaurant, a restaurant that i showed her. And I guess I just needed someone to help me forget," he added, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. You felt yourself growing angrier at this apology, if you could even call it that.

"So the first time you decided to sleep with your 'wife', it was solely because you needed something to forget? You're a real asshole, Miguel. I thought you were starting to like me or at the very least tolerate me," you responded, trying to keep your anger in check just so he wouldn't see how much it affected you. He was about to say something else but you decided to cut him off before he made you angrier, telling him, "I'm leaving. Give you some time to re-evaluate this marriage and find out if your business is truly worth all this. And please, by all means, invite as many warm bodies as you want." You got up from the couch after speaking and grabbed your suitcase from the closet.

You knew it probably wasn't the best idea to run away from Miguel the way you did, but you knew that if you stayed in the house, it wouldn't make much of a difference. As you brought your suitcase into your old apartment, you couldn't help but feel a mixture of disappointment and relief. You were glad that you'd been smart enough to keep your old apartment in case of an emergency like this one, but you felt disappointed at the fact that you even had to resort to this. You felt your mind clouded with thoughts about getting a divorce, but you quickly pushed them away as you unpacked your clothes from your suitcase. You wanted some kind of validation from your father, found yourself craving it to the point where you'd stick in this godawful marriage at least a little while longer.

The next couple days were spent and solitude and burying yourself in work, hoping that it would get your mind off how hopeless your marriage felt. One morning while you were getting ready for work, you realized that you'd left your favorite necklace back at the house so you decided to head back, knowing that Miguel was probably off at work already and you'd be able to avoid any awkward conversation. Despite that, you still found yourself sneaking into your room like a teenager, hoping that none of his staff would find you in the house.

You opened up your bedside drawer, grabbing the necklace and clasping it on, letting out a small sigh of relief at how well it seemed to be going so far. You jumped a bit when you heard some snoring coming behind you, grabbing the tv remote as a form to defend yourself before turning around to see a lump on your bed. You had gotten so caught up in getting the necklace and leaving as soon as possible that you hadn't realized Miguel was sleeping on your side of the bed, clutching one of your shirts tightly. You had recently worn that shirt, about a week ago, so your scent was still fresh. You felt some sort of hope blooming deep inside before pushing it down, suppressing the need to turn this into something more important than it was. However, you left a featherlight kiss on his cheek before leaving his house.

Even though you'd found Miguel in that vulnerable position, neither you or him made any effort into making amends or reaching out. That was, until Friday night when you got a call from him at midnight. You were waking up from your slumber, rubbing your eyes as you answered the phone, immediately hearing music blaring in the background. "Hello?" You mumbled groggily, slightly annoyed that he'd woken you up. "Heyyy! So Miguel got really drunk and he kept babbling about how much he missed you," a man spoke into the phone, slightly slurring his words. You recognized the voice as Peter Parker, one of Miguel’s best friends, (even if he'd never admit that) and the man your husband would rather talk to at galas instead of you. "I think you have the wrong number," you replied, feeling pretty sure that Miguel didn't like you enough to actually miss your presence. "No, no! You're his wife right? Anyways, I wanted to ask if you could come pick him up," Peter replied before hanging up abruptly, leaving you to think about what to do.

As you drove to the bar, you couldn't help but question why you were really doing this and why you were willing to help Miguel out despite all that he said. A part of you felt some hope after seeing him in your room and what Peter had said, but you still couldn't help but doubt his intentions given what he said after you two were intimate. You went inside the bar, shaking your head as you looked over to see Miguel singing karaoke with Peter. You felt like you were given an opportunity to see another part of Miguel, another intimate part, since you'd never seen him act this freely so you decided to sit down while he sang.

Miguel glanced over at you, a bright smile on his face as he walked over, like he didn't recall any of the horrible things he'd said. He placed his hands on either sides of the counter, holding up the string of your nightdress with one finger as a scowl formed on his face. "Why'd you come to the bar dressed like this?" He asked, keeping his tone even despite the look on his face. You rolled your eyes, feeling stupid for even having to explain yourself. "Peter woke me up and I didn't have time to change," you replied, watching as he covered you up with his body. "Nobody's supposed to see you like this except for me, mi dulce esposa," he whispered in your ear, his words slurring as he stumbled forward. "Okay, let's go home." (my sweet wife)

The drive home was mostly silent, apart from some remarks from Miguel about how slow you were driving. He cleared his throat, his cheeks wet with some tears as he turned to look at you. "I'm sorry for pushing you away. You deserve more of a man than me," he spoke, rubbing your thigh with his hand. You let out an exasperated sigh, tired of hearing men use that as an excuse for their shitty behavior. (whoops) "Look Miguel, I never asked for someone better. I just wanted you to be better," you replied, pushing his hand away as you kept your gaze on the road. Miguel’s stare on you lingered for a while before looking out the window as he let out a small sigh. "Y'know, the house feels so empty without you listening to Selena at ungodly hours in the shower or your laughter filling the atmosphere," he said, looking at you with so much longing in his eyes. You decided not to say anything, knowing Miguel would probably go back to being an asshole by the time the alcohol wore off.

"We're here," you spoke up again once you pulled up to the front of his house, looking over to see him sleeping facing you. So that's what you needed to do for him to sleep with you. You pushed the thoughts aside and turned off the engine, opening up the passenger door. You gently shook his shoulder, watching as his eyes flickered from you to his house. "I was hoping there was more traffic," he mumbled, unbuckling his seatbelt and getting out of the car. "You need help getting back to the house?" You asked, holding onto his arm to offer him some stability. "I'd like that," he mumbled, walking next to you as he fiddled with the keys to the front door. You two walked up the stairs in silence and you helped take Miguel’s shoes off when he laid down. You were about to leave when you heard Miguel clear his throat, only turning around out of curiosity. "Stay," he whispered before he fell asleep.

As much as you wanted to, you didn't trust that Miguel wouldn't go back to acting shitty in the morning so you decided to leave. As you drove back home, you couldn't help but think about Miguel’s words and if he was being genuine. Even if they were a drunken man's words, you still wished with your being that it would be true. As you lay in bed alone, your thoughts kept lingering back to Miguel and if your marriage could be saved.

A knock on your door woke you up the next morning and you rolled out of bed, rubbing your eyes as you opened the door. "Sorry for waking you up, tesoro. I wanted to bring you these flowers as a thank you for taking me home," Miguel said, extending the bouquet out to you with a smile on his face. "Sunflowers?" you asked, opening the door a bit so he'd come in as you went to put them in some flowers. "Yeah, I read somewhere that they're like a little sun panel so it kinda reminded me of you. I’ve been reaching for things that remind me of you because I miss you," he replied, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. After he noticed that you were silent, he decided to speak once more. "I'm sorry chiquita. I don't know how many times i need to say that but I am. I'm sorry that so fundamentally screwed up that I couldn't maintain our marriage." (treasure/little one)

You turned to look at him, a scowl similar to the one he wore on his face constantly showing on yours. "Look Miguel, all you've been doing is giving me excuses for your shitty behavior. And yes, you're screwed up but I don't see why I should be impacted by it. You haven't given me one apology," you spat out, rubbing your temples in annoyance. "And yes, you've been telling me how sorry you are but I don't trust you. I don't trust you not to wake up in the morning and not act cold towards me," you added, opening the door as you looked at him. "Chiquita, I'm sorry," he murmured, holding your hands in his. "There's only so much a sorry can do, Miguel. Just get out of my apartment and give me some time to think about it."

Truth was, you'd gotten tired of justifying Miguel’s shitty behavior after a while. Sure, you could admit that it would take him some time to trust again after he lost his ex wife and daughter around the same time, but he wasn't even trying. You could see it in his eyes, from yesterday at the bar and today, that he did long to have your presence again but you didn't feel capable of trusting him with your heart again.

After a while, you got an email announcing that you were invited to one of those extravagant galas. Despite the fact that didn't feel up for making small talk with entitled men, you still found a thrill in getting ready and feeling like a princess whenever you attended those galas. You found yourself quickly clicking the accept button and making plans to get a dress after your day at work, feeling excited about going out to one of those events despite the fact that people would talk about your failing marriage. You settled on a green dress that complimented your curves to perfection along with some gold heels and emerald jewelry.

You had fun getting ready for the party but your social energy quickly drained after a talk with one of your father's business associates, who kept rambling about the ship he was planning on taking out to the Bahamas. You sat down, taking a sip from your champagne glass before looking up to see Miguel sitting across from you. "What are you doing here all alone?" He asked, the scene mimicking that of your first encounter. "My father's too busy to acknowledge the fact he has a daughter and my husband's a huge dick," you replied, swirling the glass of champagne in your hand as you looked at him. "Sounds like he doesn't know how to appreciate you enough, hermosa." (beautiful)

Even if you were still pissed off at Miguel, it was still entertaining to play along with his story and pretend like you two weren't angry at each other at least for one evening. You two headed out the balcony, using the music as an excuse to head out alone. "So, did you manage to close the deal with the corporation in Italy?" You asked, leaning against the balcony as you looked over at Miguel. His eyes flickered with surprise as he leaned against the balcony, looking over at you too. "I didn't think you'd remember that. But yeah, I did. He's found that my company can give him the kind of attention that he needs," he replied, sipping on his champagne. "I'm glad you can give them the proper attention," you mumbled, taking a sip of your own glass. "You were right, hermosa. I’ve been self-critiquing but I haven't made any effort to change. I'm sorry that I treated you like shit and I'm sorry that i didn't give us too much of an effort," he said with a small sigh as he placed his cup down, stopping you before you started to speak. "I know I haven't been the best partner to you but I promise I'm going to do everything in my power to change that. And if you don't believe me, I’ll just prove it to you, chiquita," he added, holding your hands up to his face as he kissed them.

"Forget that you hate me just for an hour and dance with me, hm?" He asked, extending his hand out as he bowed his head slightly. "Always dancing with no music on," you teased, grabbing his hand as he started to sway you two on the balcony. You rested your head on the crook of his neck, letting yourself enjoy the proximity before you had to go back to the cold reality of being in your apartment alone tomorrow. "¿Qué piensas en esa cabecita hermosa?" He asked, his hand on the small of your back as he continued to dance with you. "Just how nice it is to pretend that we're not separated for once," you replied, your hands now wrapping around his neck as you looked at him. "Then let's stop pretending and let me show you, tesoro," he replied, looking at you with a serious expression on his face. (what are you thinking in that pretty little head?)

As you waited for the valet to bring Miguel’s car around, you couldn't help but feel a surge of hope swirling through you. "Why haven't you filed for divorce? We've been living apart for almost a month now," You asked, breaking the silence to get an answer for the question you so desperately had. You wanted to hear him say that he wanted to have you around, something that would've made the pain worth having. "I've grown to like your company, a lot. Which is rare for me, since I'm kind of an ass. And when I think about my life without you anymore, it feels incomplete. Like all the sunlight's gone from my life," he responded, holding your hand with his. "Very self-aware assessment," you responded, feeling your heart beating faster at the admission that he liked spending time with you.

Once you and Miguel settled into the car, the silence was no longer unbearable between the two of you, rather comforting instead. His fingertips gently stroked your thigh, his touch warming you up through the fabric of the dress. "Miguel, I don't know if I'm ready to sleep with you again," you spoke after a couple seconds of him touching your thigh so delicately, watching his expression for any signs of change. His face remained even as he spoke, his brows softening just the tiniest bit, "I know you're not ready. You're barely ready to start trusting me again. But I want to show you how much you mean to me, tesoro. I want this to be about you and not me." you felt your inner thighs growing wet with his admission, your slick coating your lace panties. "Then why don't you get a head start?" You asked, spreading your legs for him as you watched his eyes darken the slightest bit, the hand that was on your thigh now making way towards your pussy.

You arrived to Miguel’s place with flushed cheeks fifteen minutes later, looking over to see Miguel licking his fingers with no shame. "What a slut," you teased, letting out a small laugh as you saw a bit of drool coming from the side of his mouth. "It's not my fault you're so tasty, mi corazón," he replied, rolling his eyes playfully at the remark. He opened the car door for you, extending his hand out as you started to get out. You took it gratefully, letting him lead you into the place you once called home as well. You let go of his hand as you walked over to the living room, sitting down on one of his arm chairs with your legs spread open, the wet patch from earlier coating the front of your panties. (my love/heart)

"Get on your knees," you spoke after a couple moments, the power dynamic in the room completely changing after he did so. You weren't much of a dominant in the bedroom but something about bringing a 6'9 man to his knees for you made your pussy even wetter. "Now, crawl to me," you ordered, looking down at Miguel as he crawled over to where you were sitting. You placed a foot out, watching Miguel struggle a bit with how little the clasp was on your heels. He quickly slid them off, placing them down on the floor as he waited for your next order. "Show me just how much you've missed my presence."

Miguel began to kiss up your calves, the bulge in his pants becoming more prominent as he leaned in to really take you in. His tongue glided over the smooth skin perfectly, only stopping when he reached his thighs. He moved your dress up, exposing your lace panties to him. He settled in between your thighs, gently biting on the skin, Like he wanted to mark you up once more. "Just in case you get any ideas about leaving this house again," he mumbled, his fangs grazing the skin as he nibbled. His hands massaged on your thighs, rubbing small circles on them as his mouth focused on your inner thighs, kissing and nipping them. You felt yourself growing impatient at Miguel’s teasing, thrusting your pelvis towards his face as you let out a small whine. "I thought I said show me how much you missed me, huh?"

He let out a low chuckle but leaned in, pressing a kiss over your panties. His tongue darted out as he felt your scent completely overpower his brain, only working on autopilot to provide you with the pleasure he knew you desperately needed. Your hands tangled in his hair as he ate you out through your panties, letting out a soft mewl as he flicked his tongue over your clit. He only pulled away to remove your panties, his fingers hooking over the waistband as he pulled them down. He started to kiss up your legs again, but didn't linger on your thighs like he'd done so, instead his mouth instantly attached itself to your pussy. His eyes closed as he tugged on your folds gently, sucking on them to get the juices that leaked out from his past teasing. Your back arched as you felt his tongue go inside of you, your fingers tightly wound on his hair as you tugged. "That's it, take what you need," he whispered, letting out soft moans in your pussy as he felt you grind against his face. He had no objections to it, in fact, he loved being the one providing you with such intense pleasure right now.

Two of his fingers slipped inside you, moving in a scissoring motion as he tried to ease his way in. "Tan bueno que me apretas," he mumbled, his mouth closing around your clit, the vibrations going straight to your core as he spoke. Your mouth was parted in an 'o' shape, letting out broken pleas and mewls of his name as his fingers pushed deep inside of you. You gripped his hair tightly, letting out a moan at the groan he let out as you started to grind on his fingers, moving your hips up and down. His fingers curled as he found the spongy spot inside of you that had your toes curling and back arching. "Too much!" You moaned out, your legs twitching as you felt the familiar coil building up inside of you from the stimulation to your g-spot and your clit. You came with a loud moan of Miguel’s name, slumping against the couch as you watched him retract his fingers, licking them clean. He leaned in, starting to lick your release off and you started to grow overstimulated. "What are you doing?" You mumbled, coming down from your high. "Who said we're stopping here? I have a lot of making up to do." (you squeeze me so good)

You lost track of the amount of orgasms Miguel had given you just with his tongue or the concept of time when it ended as your legs shook. You tried to get up from the arm chair but Miguel quickly scooped you up in his arms, pushing your hair back from your face. "You did so good for me," he whispered, dipping his head down as he kissed your forehead. You watched as he walked up the stairs, showing no signs of struggle as he headed into his bedroom. He set you down on the bed, grabbing a spare set of clothes for you and himself. You looked at him change out of his formal attire, a frown forming on your face as you laid down on the bed. "Talk to me, what's wrong?" He asked once he looked over at you, sitting down next to you. "I'm just nervous to fall asleep is all. I’m scared that I'm gonna wake up and you're not gonna be there," you replied, remembering the sting you felt when he'd promised he would stay. He gently stroked your shoulder, placing a kiss on your cheek as his expression softened up just the tiniest bit. Something you quickly learned he reserved just for you. "I'll be here when you wake up."

You felt a sense of relief when you rolled over on the bed, seeing Miguel still asleep on the bed with one hand splayed on your stomach. You leaned in, placing a small kiss on his cheek as you let yourself enjoy the moment just for a little while. You looked at him as he opened his eyes, a lazy smile forming on his face. "Good morning," you whispered, feeling his hand forming small circles on your stomach. "I feel like you should know you will always be my favorite business arrangement."

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This man.. has been all over my tumblr and every social media platform I have and I’ve decided to give him a go just for fun… and maybe to satisfy my horny ass-

Anyways! I Hope you enjoy <3

Minors DNI

18 +

He never knew why he was so attracted to you. Was it the way you carried yourself? The way you were so confident and a breath of fresh air to everyone or maybe …

Was it the way your hands touched and gripped the equipment handed to you? Those soft fingers of yours grazing the metal like it was a natural feeling to you.

Was it the way your lips parted when you were focused. Your soft lips practically teasing him to want to touch and kiss them himself. How your tongue hid in that soft and warm mouth of yours

He always hated how you had that affect on him. He would always find himself forgetting what he was doing when you were around

His eyes always studying you as he worked with you or even was near you. He would never admit this kind of longing for someone, for you. He couldn’t, or really .. he just didn’t know how to admit it to himself.

Today was like any other day as Miguel was in front of his many screens. The low orange glow filling the area he was in. The humming of metal and machines echoing softly

His eyes stared at the screen, deep in thought. A soft groan leaving his mouth

All he could think about was you as he gently scrolled through his screens. It was mission after mission for him. Never catching a break.

He was about to close out of his screen before seeing you. Right there in your working station.

Your smile made you glow to him. A smile of his own entering his face as he watched you through the security cameras. Your laugh making his heart flutter.

His eyes widened softly as his heart skipped a beat, That suit of yours, hugging your body to show all the right curves. The way your hips swayed with the fabric. Your chest softly bouncing with each step.

Why … why do you look so good in that suit he thought as He cursed under his Breath. He looked away for a moment. His muscles tensing up slightly as he closed his eyes trying to calm himself

His attention was quick to another screen as another potential mission popped up

“Lyla” he said with a tired sigh

“Already on it boss” Lyla said with her usually perky tone as Miguel’s watch glowed.

—

The hum of the portal echoed throughout the rooftop as Miguel Stepped out. His suit glowing dimly in the night sky as he jumped on top of the edge of the roof. His eyes scanning the city below as he tapped something into his watch

He was lost in his own focus that he didn’t even notice the portal behind him opening

Your foot gently tapped the ground as you walked out of the portal with a small tip toe looking around to see Miguel right in front of you

You always admired his suit as you eyed him. Your legs slowly walking over to Miguel’s side. Your shoulder gently brushing into his arm

Miguel’s head Turned to see you. His face already heating up as he moved his head back down to look at his watch

“You’re here early” he said in a low tone

You smiled as a soft chuckle escaped you. Your head titling to the side as you watched him.

“Lyla told me you didn’t like people who showed up late”

“She’s correct” he said with a short huff. He turned away as his heart raced. His mind almost spinning as he gripped his arm. Don’t do anything rash he told himself over and over as he kept his head down

You raised an eyebrow to the sudden feeling of Miguel’s state

Spider senses, gotta love it

You slowly went up to him as your hand gently touched his arm, “ you okay?”

He shivered to your touch as he tried to move himself away. Your fingertips feeling good on his arm.

He nodded trying not to speak as he continued to mess with his watch

Your eyes scanned his body as your hands moved lower on his arm, your face moving closer to his as you removed your masked slightly, “ Your hearts racing like crazy … you sure you’re fine-“

“Yes” he snapped finally being able to move himself away from you. His hands shaking as he gripped them into fists, “yes …. Yes I’m fine”

“Stop lying” you said with a stern tone. Crossing your arms as you watched him

He raised an eyebrow as he turned to face you. Your stance and eyes making his heart flutter as he scoffed softly, “ Who says I’m lying?”

“I am” you said with a small glare. You slowly walked up to him as you looked up to face him, “ You’re heart rate is up, you can barely look at me. Not to mention your hands are shaking-“

“ It shouldn’t bother you” he said glaring down at you

“Well it does” you said with a huff looking down at his chest

Don’t .. he thought to himself as he watched you study him

“Miguel … you work to hard sometimes you know that? Are you even resting when you should be?”

Your words surprised him as he looked away slightly. Trying to move away as he mumbled something under his breath.

This caught your attention as you placed a hand on his arm again. Which caused him to flinch, turning away from you

“Don’t do that … I can’t.. I can’t handle this today” he said in almost a whisper as he rubbed the bridge of his nose

You were confused as you watched him, “ can’t handle what?”

He was quiet for a moment.His hands dropping to his sides as he chuckled softly

“Isn’t it obvious?” He said turning around to face you

He was close to you again as your eyes widened a bit to his reaction. You shook your head as you watched his hand go to your chin, a small shaky breath leaving you as he lifted your face so he could see you better

“You … i cant handle You today” he said in almost a whisper as he kept his hand on your chin, “ The way you touched my arm… makes a man like myself feel things” he said letting go of your chin as he walked away to the other side of the roof

“Your scent … it’s intoxicating” he said with a sharp inhale, “ I can’t think straight when your right in front of me”

You had no words as you listened to him. Your eyes widened with surprise as you shook your head slightly to regain composure. Your hands fumbled with one another before you moved a hand to the back of your neck gently rubbing it

“I …. I don’t know how to respond to that”

“You don’t have to” he said with his normal tone as he looked away, “ I won’t blame you if you head back to headquarters”

“Who says I want too?” Your voice almost in a low whisper as he raised an eyebrow at you. His eyes widening to the redness of yours cheeks

“ Do I really make you feel that way?” You asked with bright eyes as you looked to the side, your fingers playing with one another

His heart skipped a beat to that question as he slowly walked towards you again, “ yes ..” he said with a small sigh, “ yes you do, every .. single .. day”

You could feel and hear his heartbeat even more as you looked up at him. Your heart jumping slightly as you bit your lip looking to the side

He grabbed your face gently as he made you face him, “ I always imagine what you’d look like flustered like you are right now” he said with a small smirk as his head lowered closer to yours

His hand moving along to your neck as it sent a shiver down your back

His face so close now as you let out a small whine to his touch, “ I can stop if you want”

His hands teased your bare neck as you watched his arm move. You gently brought your hand to his arm as you breathed in shakily

“Y/n … look at me” he said with a low silky tone.

Your eyes met his as his mask slowly faded off. His eyes staring into yours as his hand moved back up to your face. His thumb rubbing your bottom lip.

“ Let me have you, just this once… just for tonight” he said in almost a plea as he brought his free hand to your back pulling you slightly closer

You didn’t know how to respond as your face heated up. Your hand digging into his skin as he brought his lips close to your ear, “ Let me make you feel good” he whispered

A shiver went throughout your whole entire body as you breathed in sharply. Your lips parting softly as you felt his hands trial to the back of your suit.

His fingers tugging at the zipper as you gasped softly

This made his heart skip another beat as he watched your reaction.His lips hovered over your neck as he gently gripped your hips

“ is that a yes or .. no?”

You gripped his suit in front of his chest as you closed your eyes tightly. Melting into his touch as you let out a small sigh, “ yes..” you said in a whisper

He moved his hands to the back of yours thighs as he picked you up, your legs wrapped around him now. Your arms around his neck as He pressed his lips against yours. his tongue slowly entered your mouth.

You moaned softly to this new sensation.Your mouth opening more for him as your back hit the brick wall of the rooftop.

The building Miguel pinned you behind out of eye view, was dim in light. He tasted your lips, his hands gripping your thighs firmly. His large hands rubbing the sides of them

“ I… I haven’t done this before” you said breathlessly as his lips trialed to your neck. Another soft moan escaping you.

His hands trailed to the back of your suit as he pulled at the zipper, a low chuckle escaping him as he nibbled at your skin, “ then I’ll be gentle.. I promise”

He moved his head back as his hands tugged the suit off yours shoulders. Your bra being revealed as he licked his lips lightly. His fingers unhooking your bra as the straps slid off your shoulders

Your eyes were closed tightly as you whined and moaned softly to his touch. The feeling of his hands pulling your suit and bra away made your stomach flutter as his fingertip gently rubbed your right nipple.

He moved his hand to your left Breast softly squeezing them. a sharp Breath escaping him as he lifted you up more, the heat in his lower abdomen rising.

His tongue replaced his hand, teasing your now firm nipples.

You let out a low moan as your hands moved to his hair. Your fingers tangling into his hair as you looked down. Watching his tongue lick and suck your breasts

Another low Moan escaped you as you laid your head back. Feeling the tingly sensation of his tongue making you feel light.

His teeth grazed your skin as his tongue swirled around your nipple. Another moan leaving you as your breathing picked up.

“Miguel..” you said in a whisper as he gently smiled against your skin. His face moving up to yours as his suit rubbed against your chest

his lower body pressed into you more as the bulge under his suit rubbed against your Inner thigh. His lips met yours as you melted into the kiss.

Yours hands pulling his hair lightly again as another moan left you. A moan of his own leaving him as his tongue swirled around your mouth. His fangs lightly grazing your bottom lip.

He softly set you down as his hands pulled your suit all the way to your ankles.

His eyes looking at your panties, a soft sigh being heard from him as he kneeled down.

You watched with a deep blush. Your hands still in his hair. Your hips jerked forward slightly as he touched your skin.

His fingers going from your stomach to your hips, to your thighs It made you whine softly as you leaned on the wall.

His finger hooked underneath your panties as he slowly pulled them down.

A shaky exhale being heard from him as he hummed, his thumb teasing your clit as it made you jerk a bit. You held back a moan as he gently rubbed your clit

His index finger stroking your folds as he took his time feeling you

“t-that tickles” you said with a small pant

He looked up with a smirk as he leaned his head towards your lower body

You shuttered to the sudden feeling of his tongue entering you. Your legs opened more for him as his tongue went deeper into you.

You moaned his name as his mouth moved to suck your sensitive clit. His index fingers teasing your entrance as you moaned again, biting your lip

Your core felt on fire as one of your legs went over Miguel’s shoulder.

His hand gripping your thigh as the other pumped a finger into you

“Does that feel good Bonita?”

You nodded slowly as you whined, your hips grinding into his finger as he pushed in another one

“ Your so wet for me” he cooed licking your inner thighs. A choked moan making his tongue flicker faster inside you

“M-Miguel I-“

“ You cant cum yet, not until you can take one more”

You held back a Moan as you shivered. Your eyes closed tightly as you whimpered.

He groaned himself as sucked your puffy clit. The way your hips rocking into his hand. The way you moaned and whined to his tongue. God he needed more

A third finger entered you as you let out a groan. Your hand covering your mouth as you watched his fingers pump into you. His fingers curled inside you as he licked his lips

He kissed your beautiful wet cunt as he looked up at you

You leaned your head back as your body began to grow hot. An intense wave a pleasure taking over you as a low moan left your mouth

Your heart raced as you felt a wet substance trickle down your thighs.

Miguel’s fingers still curling deep inside you as he moaned, “ That’s it sweetness” he said softly. His fingers moving out of you as a loud whine escaped your mouth. Your walls aching to feel his fingers inside you again

Your eyes moved down to where his hand was. Your cum dripping off his fingers slightly as his suit faded away on his lower body

His long cock springing out softly

You gasped to his length as you watch his fingers rub his tip with your sweet juices.

A low groan left his mouth as he look at your wet inner thighs. He turned you around as your hands pressed on the wall.

Your ass up for him as you looked over your shoulder slightly seeing his eyes peering down at you

“Fuck ..” he said in a whisper as he grabbed your hips gently moving them closer to him.

His tip gently grazed your entrance as a gasp escaped your mouth. Your legs trembled for more as he hissed to the sudden jolt of pleasure

He pushed the tip in as you moaned. His hands rubbed your back as he pushed in deeper, slowly for you.

You winced to the sudden sting as you felt him push his cock into you

“Your so tight” he said with a pant

His hips holding back as he finally got inside you.The stinging pain of this new Pleasurable feeling made your body shake as you felt weak

Miguel’s hand held you up as his chest laid on your back. He kissed your neck as he gently moved his hand to your breasts, playing with your nipples, “ That’s it .. relax your body” he said into your ear as his lips trailed along your shoulder

You panted softly as your hips moved around slowly. Getting used to him inside you as you gripped the wall

He moaned softly to the movements of your hips, he moved himself up as his hands traced your back before gripping your hips

You gasped to the sudden feeling as he smirked. he moved his hips slowly. His cock moving in and out of you as you whined.

He breathed in sharply as he felt you clench around him.

“ Mierda” he moaned as his hips began to move faster

You moaned with each thrust as his hands gripped and rubbed your hips

Your breasts bouncing with each movement as he cursed under his breath. His head slightly up as he closed his eyes in pleasure

Your body was burning with pleasure as your hands gripped the bricks on the wall. Your legs feeling like jelly as Miguel pumped his cock into you

“So … tight” he groaned lifting one of your legs as you whined loudly

You moved your head to the side as you saw his cock move in and out of your tight pussy. Your eyes widening to the feeling of his thumb rubbing your clit

You whimpered into your hand as he fastened his pace. His cock pushing deeper into you with each thrust

“ you like watching me fuck you don’t you?” He said with a pant as he moved his head to yours. His lips latching on yours as he pressed you closer to him. Your leg feeling sore from the way he was holding it

You didn’t care. You liked this sensation as you moaned into his mouth. Your hips rocking with his as you felt that hot feeling in your core

“Miguel ..” you managed to say as you faced the wall again. Panting heavily

“ not yet” he turned you around as his dick pulled out

Of you for a second, before slamming back into you. You yelled with a Moan as he began to thrust into you

Your hands wrapped around his neck as he gripped your hips. Holding them as he watched you bounce on him

You thought you saw stars as your eyes began to water, “ Miguel … I think I’m going to-“

“I am too” he whispered into your ear as he kissed your neck. Your breathing picked up as you heard his moans in your ear. Those lewd sounds of your skin slapping into each other echoed in your ear as you closed your eyes, your hands moving to his back as your nails dig into his skin

That fire in your whole body beginning to spread as Miguel growled into your ear

His last thrust making your body jolt in pleasure as he pulled out. Your cum all over his cock as his seed spilled over your stomach

You breathed heavily as your hands moved back to his arms

A pant left his Mouth as he moaned softly rubbing the last bit of cum out of him.

You whined to the feeling as his lips met yours. A soft sigh leaving him as he looked into your eyes, “ You did so well”

You smiled to his praise as you kissed him again. Your flushed cheeks feeling warm as he smiled against your lips.

You never thought this mission would turn into a steamy one. Your thoughts were almost too mushy as you laid your head on his shoulder. A soft chuckle being heard from him as he picked you up.

“Let’s get you cleaned up mi amor, we still have a job to do after all”

#miguel o’hara smut #miguel x reader #miguel o'hara #why is he so HOT #it’s 2:45 … in the morning-#miguel o hara #miguel x you #miguel ohara smut #miguel o'hara x reader

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