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MINORS DNI !!!!!!!!!
âĄÂ [a/n]; HE IS SO!!!!!!!!!! but also Iâve never written smut before so be kind to me pls đđ idk i need him so bad iâve been pent up for like a whole week atp
â§Â Pairing: Miguel Oâhara x female reader
â§Â Word Count: 1,806
â§Â Summary: Miguel pleasures you and gives mad oral. Porn w/o plot basically
â§Â Warnings/Tags: 18+/NSFW under the cut, second POV, google translate spanish, pet names (cariño, mi amor, mi ciero, mami, niña buena), orgasm (f), edging, marking, oral (f receiving), overstimulation, rough sex (hair pulling, biting w/ slight blood kink), size kink if you squint, foreplay, fingering, lmk if I missed any!!!!
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âMiguel, Iâm busy,â you tutted, working away at your computer desk. Miguel had arrived home from work just under an hour ago.
âPero tengo tanta hambre de ti, mi amor......â He stood behind you, arms wrapped around your shoulders while he traced patterns onto your collarbone.  (But I feel so hungry for you, my love...)
âI know, but I really need to get this done,â you sighed, moving his arms off of you. âMaybe later?â
Silence followed before suddenly you felt kisses on your neck, making your heart flutter for a moment. You knew exactly what he was trying to do.
âMiguel,â you scolded rather halfheartedly, the words coming out barely above a whisper while you were trying to convince yourself that this report took priority.
His hands began to skim your body and you felt the graze of his fangs against the nape of your neck, feeling your breath hitch in your throat. He began to trace circles with his thumb on your inner thigh with one hand while the other drifted up your shirt, slowly, at an agonisingly deliberate pace for the situation.Â
Miguel began to lick and suck softly at you neck and you involuntarily cocked your head to allow him more access. You felt his lips curl into a smile against your skin.
âCanât you just leave your work for five minutes? Ten, max?â He muttered into your ear, the sensation of his breath against your skin sending a shiver down your spine.
âI-I really shouldnât...â You reasoned, though it sounded like you were trying to convince yourself more than Miguel. He sighed against your neck and removed his hands from your body.
Before you could say anything else your desk chair was spun around suddenly, Miguel planting his hands firmly on either armrest as he caged you in.Â
âThen you donât have to leave,â he said sweetly.
He leaned down to kiss your lips and you met him in the middle, feeling his teeth brush your lips as he slipped his tongue into your mouth. You wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him even closer to you. Then Miguelâs hands began to trail your body again, one ending up in your hair and the other massaging a tit through your clothes.
You unintentionally moaned at the action and could feel Miguel smiling into your lips before breaking away suddenly. You lurched forward at the absence of his sensual kissing and groping and opened your eyes in time to watch him move to a kneel in front of you.
He gently pried apart your knees and stared up at you through your legs, moving to place a kiss on your inner thigh before resting his head against it.
You could feel it, your pussy throbbing and aching at the sight of him below you- you wanted him so bad, hanging on the edge of his every movement with impatience and lust. He began to rub your other thigh.
âI want to pleasure you so bad, mami...â he closed his eyes. âMake you feel so good... cogerte hasta que te derrumbes...â (fuck you until you collapse)
Miguel opened his eyes again and you glimpsed his gorgeous brown irises through his eyelashes. âShow you how much I love you, mi cielo...â
Your throat had gone dry and you couldnât find you words, dizzy from arousal and feeling how wet you were, afraid you had soaked through your pants already.
The hand Miguel had previously been using to rub your thigh slowly made its way upwards, caressing your curves until he hooked a finger under the waistband of your pants.
âWill you let me pleasure you, mami? Just like you deserve, mi niña buena?â (my good girl)
âYes,â you breathed out, pressing your mouth shut tightly to stop your lip from quivering with anticipation. Immediately Miguel made quick work of removing your pants and discarding them, exposing your soaked underwear.Â
He chuckled, a deep sound that turned you on even more. âAll dolled up for me already, cariño?â He teased.
You moved to close your legs out of embarrassment but Miguel reinstated his grip on your thighs; harsher this time, holding you in place so he could go to town. âWhatâs wrong, mami?â He asked, leaning closer to your pussy. âHaving second thoughts?â
You suddenly felt his tongue on your clothed cunt, licking a long, slow arc from your vagina to your clit. You inhaled sharply and moaned, throwing your head back- you needed more.Â
âN-No,â you gasped out.
âNo, what?â Miguel said slowly, sternly. His tongue began to paw at your throbbing clit.
âNo, papi,â you moaned. It took everything in you to not just slam his head into your vulva.
âThatâs more like it,â he growled, flashing his fangs at you as he moved to remove your underwear. The moment the cool air of the room hit your unclothed cunt you shivered, but the cold was quickly replaced when Miguel moved forward again to lick lines across you pussy.
He continued back and forth, once again at an agonisingly slow pace. Your hips bucked suddenly at the need for more stimulation and you felt the vibrations of Miguel growling into your cunt.
âMiggy, please- m-more,â you pleaded, crawling a hand up your shirt so you could grab your tits.
He began to use his tongue to circle your clit, at a much steadier pace this time, and reached one of his hands up to grab your hip. You began to feel a fire light deep in your belly, in your core- you were so close already.
âI-Iâm almost...â you stuttered out, too engulfed in the feeling to finish your sentence as you began to feebly grind into his tongue.
Miguel began to work faster, now at a furious pace that only stoked the deep fire within you further. Right before it released all at once you grabbed Miguelâs hair in your free hand and pushed his face further into you cunt as it began to quiver with ecstasy.Â
You let out a sound mixed between a scream and a moan while you rode the high, Miguel still working away at your clit until you became so sensitive it hurt.
âM-Miguel!â you cried out, having to pull his head away when he didnât stop.Â
And there he knelt below you, hair an impossible mess that was tangled in your fingers and the lower half of his face drenched in your climax.Â
âSorry,â you blurted out, releasing his hair from your grasp and moving to close your legs again when, like before, Miguel stopped you. You stared down at him with round eyes, unable to shake your newfound arousal from his dishevelled appearance.
It was impossibly quiet as you watched him use his thumb to wipe up some of your slick from along the line of his jaw, licking it clean.
âWhat are you apologising for, niña buena?â Miguelâs tone was seductive and playful. âIâd drink you up all night if I could, tan deliciosa, mi ciero.â (Good girl, so delicious).
You felt your face go hot and you moved a hand to hide your eyes from him and Miguel laughed. A moment later you felt his gentle hand grab your wrist and move your arm so that he could see you again. You noticed that he had cleaned off the rest of his face- presumably with his shirt.
âDonât go all shy on me, mami,â he teased, leaning in to kiss you deeply again. When you began to kiss him back you felt Miguel nip your bottom lip with his fangs, and you let out a squeak. He began to move along your jaw, down to your neck, leaving a trail of kisses and hickies until he reached your collarbone.
You felt the pin-prick of his fangs in your skin and withheld a moan as he began to lick over the small cuts. It was then you noticed one of his hands exploring the inside of your thighs again, caressing you so delicately before suddenly his thumb was on your clit.
You gasped and Miguelâs other hand found its way up your shirt once more, brushing lightly over your nipple as he continued biting and sucking along your neck.
The hand massaging your clit was moving in circular motions, toying with you as you began to throb and ache madly again. Then it stopped all of a sudden, and you were about to protest before you suddenly felt two fingers prodding at the entrance to your vagina.
You moaned into Miguelâs hair, burying your fingers in his brown locks. He took this as an invitation and gently penetrated you until he was knuckle deep in your pussy. His fingers curled, massaging your g-spot and driving you crazy.Â
He began to pump his fingers in and out, making sure to hit your most sensitive spot every time as you continued to moan into him.
âYouâre so tasty, cariño. Canât get enough of you,â Miguelâs breath was hot and you could only bring yourself to respond with a whimper as he began to roll a nipple between his fingers.Â
âYou sound so hot, estĂĄs excitando a papi aĂșn mĂĄs, princesa.â He groaned into your neck. (Youâre turning daddy on even more, princess)
At his words you began to feel your insides coiling up again, your pussy tightening around Miguelâs fingers as you neared another high.
âM-Miggy...â You moaned out through your panting, and he knew you were close. He bit into your skin again with his fangs, slightly harsher this time.
âCâmon, baby,â he whispered, lapping up the blood he had shed.
Your breathing quickened even more and you arched your whole body into Miguel, closing your eyes while your legs twitched with anticipation before all at once the stimulation ceased.Â
You could no longer feel Miguel looming over you, his fingers withdrawn from your cunt and his other hand removed from under your shirt. You whimpered unintentionally and your hips grinded into nothing, your whole body aching at his absence and painfully winding down from your missed climax.
You opened your eyes and saw Miguel standing in front of you, staring up at him with a furrowed brow and confusion in your eyes.
âWell, I suppose youâd better get back to your work,â he said much too nonchalantly. Your stomach flipped and you could barely think clearly through the haze in your brain. He couldnât be serious.
He licked his fingers clean of your fluids, savouring every moment, and shrugged his broad shoulders. âMaybe later?â He teased.
âMiguel!â You cried out indignantly as he walked away from you, the sly smirk on his face making you want to punch him.
His laughter followed him out of the room and you were now painfully aware of the puddle that had gathered on your seat.
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