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arien-rey · 7 months

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Personal Trainer!Miguel x Reader

cw: praise kink, slight breeding, semi public, lmk if theres any i missed!

summary: its another night at the gym with your personal trainer before things take an unexpected turn <3

an: inspired by one of nymph’s posts she made a while ago😭 it never left meeee. btw if theres any grammatical errors ignore them its 3 AM and this came out no nowhere

wc: 1.1k

“Yeah, just like that,” Miguel praises breathlessly as his thick hands glide effortlessly across your body, guiding you through another intense workout. His touch sends shivers down your spine, making you question every ounce of self-control you possess.

God, you don’t know how much longer you can take it. Every session with your new personal trainer, Miguel O'hara, has become more and more electrifying, fueling a fire in you that you can't ignore anymore. The chemistry between you two is undeniable, and the gym has suddenly transformed into a secret rendezvous where temptation hangs heavy in the air.

You often catch yourself stealing yearning looks at his sculpted physique, how his appreciable muscles shone with sweat under the synthetic gym lights, and how the veins in his forearms and hands were especially apparent because of his pump. The air is always heavy with desire and unspoken words—forbidden attractions that neither of you admit out loud. It became a dangerous game you played, toeing the line between professionalism and unspoken desires; It didn't help that you were always at the gym late at night when no one else was around either.

As the beads of sweat trail down your forehead, you can’t help but wonder if Miguel feels the same way. The intensity in his eyes and the subtle brushes of his hand against yours all fuel your fantasies. Yet you dare not make a move, worried about the consequences that may come crashing down.

That brings you to tonight, with Miguel’s rough hands wrapped around your waist as he adjusts your form for barbell squats. You take a deep breath as you settle into position, trying your best to ignore the shiver that goes up your spine.

“Perfect. Ready?” He asks, his forearms resting underneath your armpits and his body positioned right behind you to spot you. His warm breath fanned the back of your neck, making you realize how close he is to you.

fuck…

"Yeah," you murmur, shaking yourself out of your thoughts.

“Atta girl.”

As you descend into your squat, you feel all your muscles engage and the weight of the barbells press against your shoulders. Miguel’s presence behind you is both comforting and very, very distracting, his strong hands serving as a reminder of his proximity.

With each repetition, you try to focus on maintaining the proper form, which becomes a struggle after your fifth squat with your thighs on fire and your mind lost in thought.

Finally, you try to push up from your sixth squat before you’re paralyzed, your legs unable to push up the weight. You groan quietly, and Miguel huffs.

“C’mon, you can do this. One more.” Miguel encourages, but when you begin to sink he’s quick to grab the metal bar and pull it off you effortlessly; putting it back in place. While he does this, you topple backwards slightly, and your body brushes against his.

You gasp quietly and your face flushes a deep red as your ass brushes against his crotch, where you feel a prominent bulge in his gym shorts.

Was it from you? the strain from his exercise earlier? You had no idea, but what you did know is that this was your last straw. Chills run up your spine, and the adrenaline rush from the workout gives you a burst of boldness. You’re so tired of trying to contain yourself from Miguel and finally decide to abandon your professionalism; besides, if things go wrong you can always just cancel your sessions and work out at a different gym. You step back and look up at Miguel’s towering figure, who was slightly taken aback by your sudden assertiveness. You see the surprise in his eyes as you place a hand on his strong chest.

“I think I’ve had enough for today,” you say, panting slightly.

Miguel cocks a brow, a mix of confusion and curiosity dancing across his face. “You sure? We’re just getting started.”

A small smile plays at the corner of your lips. “Yeah.. But maybe we can continue something different?”

Miguel lets out a huff of amusement, his gaze intensifying and igniting a spark of anticipation between you two. He places a hand on his hip.

“Like what?”

You take a step closer to him with a sultry look in your eyes, your heart pounding.

“Do you always have this effect on your clients, Miguel?”

He smirks mischievously, catching onto your little act. “Only on the ones who tempt me beyond control.” He whispers back, and the admission hangs heavily between you.

With the gym empty, you don’t hesitate to get on your tippy toes and lean in to press your lips against his.

Miguel is quick to reciprocate, his hands flying to your waist as the kiss deepens. You gasp as you’re effortlessly lifted into the air and slung over his shoulder, unable to contain the giddy smile that crosses your face as he walks towards the locker rooms for more privacy.

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“Mierda,”

Miguel groans, his thick cock ramming up into your pussy. His hands gripped the flesh of your thighs tight while your back was pressed up against the chilly metal of the lockers. The sound of skin against skin and heavy breathing was the only thing echoing against the small walls.

your tight shorts and sports bra were discarded carelessly on the floor; along side Miguel’s black compression shirt and gym shorts.

“You’re so, so, so good, Miguel—shit—don’t stop, please!” You babble, your legs wrapping against his thick waist as he bullies your cunt with heavy thrusts, his cock covered in a thin layer of sheen from your cream that drips down his heavy balls.

“Feel good, baby? huh? You like it when I fuck you hard?”

Miguel pants, groaning when your walls tighten around him like a vice, suffocating his cock in your warmth. He lets out a dry chuckle. “Yeah, that's what I thought.”

You bite your lip, admiring how his big muscles flexed to keep you in the air and how his thrusts never slowed down. He was just so big and strong, and you couldn’t get enough of him. You don’t know how long you’ve been dreaming of this moment, and getting fucked by your personal trainer feels better than you could’ve ever imagined.

“how long have you waited for this,” Miguel hisses, and you look into his intense gaze, dazed, “waited for me to fuck you?”

“E-Ever since.. ever since our first session..” you whine shyly, and he lets out a breathless laugh. “dirty girl. since day one, huh?”

You mewl and wrap your arms around his thick neck for dear life before he leans down and spits a wad of spit onto your puffy clit. Hastily, he adjusts his grip on your thighs so he can use one hand to play roughly with the bundle of nerves.

You let out a girlish moan and arch into his touch, an overwhelming flood of pleasure running through your veins that makes your legs tremble. You tug roughly on his dark disheveled hair and he hisses in response.

“Mmm, be a good girl and cum on my cock, yeah?”

“Mhmm, ‘m gonna- I- f-fuck!”

Your eyebrows pinch together and your eyes are squeezed shut as you let the pleasure take over, and your white, hot orgasm quickly crashes over you.

Miguel groans loudly, his cock throbbing along with your spasming walls. His pace quickens and his thrusts become increasing shallow before moving the hand on your clit back onto your thigh to make sure you’re fully supported as he reaches ecstasy. He bottoms out in one rough thrust, his pelvis mushing into your sensitive clit and hips stilling as he spills hot white ropes of cum inside you, filling you nicely.

You both spend a few seconds in silence, panting heavily until he begins to soften and languidly pulls his cock out. You both watch as his cum slowly oozes out of your pussy and he sucks his teeth at the sight.

“That was amazing—you were amazing,” you pant, ogling at him with a giddy smile.

He lets out a deep breath and sets you down on a nearby bench gingerly before giving you a sheepish smirk.

“You too. You’ve always been my favorite client to work with, y’know?”

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444rockstargf · 6 months

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"lights, camera, acción." | miguel o'hara

put me in a movie. - lana del rey

synopsis: the porn industry's biggest star is set up to shoot a scene with you, so you decide to get to know him a little beforehand.

✮⋆˙ [tags] @burnt-toast234

new taglist form!

camgirl!reader x pornstar!miguel

word count: 1.8k

contents: masturbation (both), size kink if you squint, sexual tension

the clock struck 11:37pm, marking precisely 4 hours since miguel had logged onto your stream. miguel was considered a god in the porn industry. his picture-perfect frame, all large and angular along with his veiny length gave him a boost in his sexual appeal before he’d even started this field of work.

*444rockstargf is live!* he got the alert on his device.

a cynical expression remained on his chiseled face the entirety of the stream. in the first hour, your hair and makeup had been all clean and neat, not a single detail out of place. your perfection made you look like a doll, which your audience held sinister, inhumane intentions for.

by the time your viewers had pushed you to your third orgasm, forcing you to abuse your tight little cunt with the vibrating dildo that you had been gifted, makeup ran from your flushed cheeks and your legs were a quaking mess. there was a white, milky waterfall that flooded from between your legs. you were completely fucked out, but that was only the beginning.

miguel couldn’t deny the bulge that pressed against his pants, but his mind reminded him that he was forced to log into your stream tonight, which kept his mindset on the business aspect of the situation. he had been instructed to watch how you did things so that chemistry would be maximized when you got together. your account

had grown rapidly since you’d begun streaming, and the boost nearly had you as adored as he was.

hearing these words from his manager set off a fire in his head. he had spent years trying to make a name for himself, one that had people worshipping the ground he walked on, and you looked fresh out of school, clearly not having as much experience as him. but here you were, nearly at 2 million viewers as you squirted all over the silicone toy once again.

you and him were scheduled to work on set sometime this week. he didn’t know the exact day, but he was far too arrogant to care. he already had something against you. he leaned back in his game, running a veiny hand down his face. he hadn’t noticed that he’d been drooling. or that his tanned cheeks had a pink tint to them. you were already having an effect on him.

he shut his computer with more force than he intended to deliver. he spun around in his chair and stood up, slowly making his way to his bed. he didn’t realize how much time had passed. darkness poured into his room, except for the pale beams of moonlight that seeped in. he yanked the curtains shut and threw himself onto his bed.

this upcoming event had his mind buzzing, which was an unfamiliar sensation to him. he stared blankly at the ceiling, allowing the silence to swallow his thoughts. then every nerve in his body was drawn to the hot sizzle in his pants. the boner was still there, rubbing against the fabric of his sweatpants in an attempt to earn even the smallest amount of pleasure.

he grumbled to himself, not being able to fight the desire growing in his core. he sat up, reaching an arm to his desk and pulling up his laptop, resting it on his chest as he opened it, welcoming the bright light of you back into view. you were still live, but he could tell that you were standing on your last leg.

he had logged back in at the perfect time. you were shoving your fingers in and out of yourself as you pressed a vibrator to your clit, breathlessly counting down to your final climax. miguel frantically pulled out his solid cock, smearing the precum from his tip and using it as lube as he pumped himself up and down, raspy groans fleeing from his lips.

you choked out overstimulated sobs as you counted down from 10. he could barely make out your words through the computer, but he could tell what you were getting at. his balls slapped against the base of his hand as he ghosted his palm against his tip repeatedly, his shaft already throbbing from the stimulation.

with each number you barely got out, his composure diminished. he groaned like a wounded animal, chasing the orgasm that his body had been craving. his chest heaved up and down as he started to imagine you in different positions. underneath him with your legs spread and one tossed over his shoulder as he pounded into you, on your hands and knees in front of him as your ass recoiled with every thrust, the possibilities were endless.

he waited for you to get to the final digit before he finally released his load all over his palm. his balls tightened up as they emptied themselves all over him, shooting thick white ropes all over his stomach. his shirt had crawled up his defined torso just enough to allow a pool of cum to flood on the surface of his stomach.

he was breathless, beads of sweat starting to drip from his forehead as he thought about what he had just done. his cock had started to soften, but he couldn’t shake the sound and image of you out of his head. the tension had he placed between you two had grown, but in a different direction. his feelings of envy had all turned into lust, and a great deal of it too.

you ended the stream with a tired wave, blowing a kiss to all the viewers. a wave of reality hit him, he would be able to live out all his fantasies in a matter of time. he clicked off the stream, closing the browser. he noticed a red alert at the bottom of the screen. it was an email from an unknown messenger, but he recognized the name right away.

[email protected]: “heard we’re filming a scene tomorrow. excited to work with you!”

you signed the email with a few star icons, making it hard for him to keep up his cold disposition. he pondered over the email for a while. you had sent it 6 hours ago, so any chance of a polite response was out the window.

he recalled his manager saying something about this being your first time working with someone else in the industry, making you as close to a virgin as he’d ever experienced. in all his years of work, he’d always been with people who craved as mich control as he did. he imagined himself being able to press you against any surface he wanted, roughly pounding into your tiny hole as you begged and pleaded for more, your pussy gushing all over him.

whether he responded to your message or not, you two would still have to get it done. he’d never believed in first impressions, but he decided to type out a short message that would get the formalities out of the way.

[email protected]: “likewise.”

the night had been sleepless for you. after you logged off of the stream, you sat at your desk, anxiously waiting for any type of response from him. not only was he your first-ever colleague now, but he was the one that you’d always touched yourself to in the depths of the night, silently wishing that you could have a turn with him. it was what encouraged you to do this in the first place.

sunshine seeped into your dimly lit bedroom. you read over the schedule that you and he had been sent. recording would start at 11:00am, meaning that you both had to arrive an hour earlier for set up. you got there at 9:00am, already prepping yourself for your first major set. unlike when you were alone, you had people around to help you out in your dressing room, taking off a lot of the edge.

you kept an ear open the whole time, trying to hear as much as you could about miguel. you automatically got the impression that he wasn’t thrilled about working with you, but you couldn’t let that blind you from the bigger picture. you were getting what you’d always wanted. everything was finally falling into place.

you were left alone for a moment as your makeup and clothing were finished up. the makeup was casual: eyeliner, muted lipstick, and a light setting spray on top. your body adorned nothing but a red silk robe that could easily slip off your body with a wrong movement. it was perfect, you thought, exactly something that he’d be attracted to.

you could hear his arrival, his heavy footsteps causing your heartbeat to accelerate. your eyes flickered to the nearest clock. 10:51. the moment was nearing quickly. you gazed at yourself in the mirror, drinking in the reality of everything that was about to happen. the tangled thoughts in your mind were interrupted by a soft knock at the door.

you stood up, taking slow steps before unlocking it, peeking your head out just enough to see the large figure standing in front of you. your eyes didn’t meet his, but you could feel his condescending gaze crashing down on you. your stare travelled upwards until they finally met, his dark eyes seemingly studying you.

you were a lot smaller in person, he thought. he was at least one foot taller than you and had to be twice as large. you held the eye contact for a moment, trying to read his expression. his cheeks were slightly flushed, which was something you always noticed in his content. possibly a good sign.

the sexual tension grew as if you two had been long-lost lovers who craved eachother more than anything. he looked at the way your nipples poked through the thin material of the robe. he examined your curves and angles, imagining his hands all over you. at this moment you knew, he wanted you just as badly as you wanted him. and now it was finally happening.

your trance was interrupted by a loud call. “actors on set!” now was the time. you opened the door fully, miguel politely offering you his hand as you made your way to the main set. there were cameras and bright lights all around the perimeter of the room, but in the center was a large bed that was draped with blankets and pillows that matched your robe.

miguel had gone off to the side, stripping off his clothes as he got ready for the call. you were led to the bed, sitting down in the center of it as the hair & makeup people did a few last finishing touches on you. this was it. miguel, now only wearing a pair of boxers that perfectly accentuated his bulged, sat beside you, your thighs pressing together.

your heart raced, your mind buzzing with thoughts. you could feel the heat radiating off his body as he looked at you one last time, the hunger in his eyes evident. any negative emotion that he had previously felt had vanished, now being replaced with desire and passion. after a wave of heat ran through his veins, he pressed his lips into yours, kissing you deeply as the clock finally struck 11:00.

it had begun, and just in the nick of time. as the hungry kiss livened, you heard the final call of the director announce the beginning. “action!”

author's note: idk how to feel about this one :( rory fic coming out tomorrow or the day after. i broke my computer but that won't affect my posting :))

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