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luvrxbunny · 6 months

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so much

pairing: bf!Miguel O’Hara x f!reader

summary: You give Miguel a handjob for the first time.

warnings: 18+ MDNI, handjob, lots of cum (lmk if i forgot anything)

wc: 2.1k

a/n: i blacked out again.

Miguel stopped kissing you maybe fifteen minutes ago. He said he was getting too worked up and that you guys should stop, of course, you respected his wishes. You’re both now sitting in bed, he’s reading and you’re supposed to be doing some extra research but all you can focus on is the bulge in his pants.

This happens a lot, you guys get heated and Miguel stops everything. It’s been six months and you’ve never seen him cum. You’ve told him you love him, he’s made you cum with his fingers and his mouth but you’ve never seen him cum. It doesn’t bother you too much, you just assumed he wasn’t a very sexual person, although you are and you love pleasuring your partner, you love him more. So you decided you could deal with it, but then you noticed that he would get hard, quite hard, and just not let you help him. You’ve offered many times and he always protests, saying “It’s fine, it’ll just go away.”

Once he even went into your bathroom for it. He chose to get himself off instead of just letting you do it. You tried to ask Jess about it but she says that Miguel doesn't talk about that stuff, all she knows is that he’s definitely not a virgin. So your last option to understand is to just ask him. So you do.

“Miggy?” His head comes up from his book to look over at you, peeking over his glasses like a librarian, making you chuckle. “Um… You- You’re—” You start the sentence but soon realize how awkward this conversation could be. You try and figure out ways to piece it together as Miguel sits up straight, closes his book, and takes his glasses off, giving you his full attention. Now that he’s straightened himself out he’s looming over you a bit, making you even more nervous.

“You’re still… hard..?” It comes out as a question more than a statement and mumbles more than words but he understands you. He clears his throat awkwardly as you slowly close your laptop and cast it aside. “Y-yes, I am.” He’s looking around the room now, his eyes avoiding yours.

“Okay. So do you not like handjobs or something? I just- I know that you’ve gotten something before I just don’t- I don’t know why you won’t let me.” You’re looking at him as you speak, he’s looking at the duvet, and from the corner of your eye, you swear you see his dick jump in his pants.

“Cariño… I-” He takes a deep, slightly frustrated breath and looks up at the ceiling, trying to figure out how to explain himself. “I want to… Tan jodidamente mala but… you’re different.”

(“... So fucking bad but…”)

Insecurity spreads through your body at his words. Your mind is already racing, trying to decipher what he could mean.

What the fuck? How am I different? Oh god, is he not even attracted to me sexually? Maybe I’m not his type. Is there something I’m missing? Maybe it’s something that he’s into, maybe I just need to get into whatever that is? Unless it really is just me that’s the problem…

“I love you so much…” The words instantly relax you. You believe him when he says it, but his tone implies that it’s a bad thing. “I’ve never felt the way I feel about you for anyone else. So-” He sighs again and runs his fingers through his hair. “So I’m- I’m more sensitive… when- when it comes to you.”

Arousal pools at the bottom of your stomach as you process his words. ‘More sensitive’

The thought that he hasn’t wanted you to touch him because it would feel too good has you leaking between your legs.

He’s silent as you process, he’s waiting for you to laugh. But when he looks over at you you’re looking up at him with those eyes. The ones that always have him hardening in his pants before you have to say anything. The ones that he pictures on late nights when he can’t sleep. The ones that burn into his eyelids as your name falls from his lips and he cums all over his sheets… Those eyes.

He huffs out a breath and shakes his head, denying you before you can even propose your suggestions. “No, cariño. I- It’s embarrassing.” He protests but his voice is getting breathy, arousal leaking its way in as he watches you seat yourself by his knees, facing him. Your hand is placed on his upper thigh which has begun to twitch under your touch. “We can’t, I can’t. Habría mucho también.”

“Mucho?” You question, only understanding some of what he said. “A lot, what?” You’re focused on his face, watching it contort as he whines at the Spanish that rolls off your tongue. Your hand has begun to massage his thigh, you can feel the fabric pull tighter with every pulse of his cock. Your hand slides up, closing in on where he wants you the most. His head falls back against the headrest as pleasure shoots through him.

You can tell he’s being honest with his reasoning as you watch him. He’s letting out tiny moans, little whines like you’ve been teasing him all day but you’re just massaging his thigh. You keep it up, just groping his twitching leg as he tries to hold his moans in so he can answer you. “C-cum, habría tanto semen.” His hips start thrusting off the bed, barely noticeable.

(“C-cum. there would be so much cum.”)

“Yeah? You’d cum so much for me, Miggy?” You move from your spot, throwing your leg over him, straddling his thighs as you begin to palm his dick. His eyes roll back into his head as moans rip from his throat. He quickly grabs your wrist, roughly, stopping all your movements. His head raises to look at you.

“I’m- I’m a bit… nervous, cariño. It would be a lot for me. I- No one has ever seen me like that. I’m only like this for you, I- can’t help it." His eyebrows furrow, and he huffs at a breath, like he's angry at himself. "I don’t want you to think it’s… extraño, anormal, or that I’m- I don’t know.” You can see the genuine concern on his face, and the fear in his voice as he anxiously rambles.

("... strange, abnormal,")

“Miguel…” He whines at how you say his name, you smile brightly and fondly at the sound. “I love you. In a way I didn’t even know was possible. I’m never going to think you’re- like, weird or something. At least not in a bad way. I-” You sigh gently and look into his eyes, you wrench your hand out of his grip and place it on his face, pulling him in for a soft kiss that he whimpers into. You pull away and give him the most serious look you can manage. “We don’t have to if you’re too nervous but if you’re worried about what I’ll think? Please don’t.”

He holds your gaze, considering your words for a moment. “But there’s mucho, cariño. No importa lo que yo haga. When- whenever I think of you, there’s… so much.” He tries to express his concern but you really don’t understand.

("No matter what I do.")

“Miguel.. That just- That just turns me on even more I- I don’t see why that’s a bad thing.” You speak honestly, watching his face shift into a mix of pleasure and confusion as his head falls back again. His hips press into the air, his legs spread, opening himself up for you as a pathetic “Por favor” falls from his lips.

You spring into action immediately. You pull his pants low enough for his cock to fly out, instantly standing straight, hitting and staining his shirt. A hiss falls from his lips as you wrap your hand around him, and his head comes up to watch you. His eyes are watery as they stare at your little hand around his huge cock. You’re watching him, you don’t move yet, you can see him taking in every detail, committing the scene to memory before meeting your eyes.

“Ready?” You ask him with a devious smile on your face. He nods vigorously, “Sí, estoy... estoy tan lista, cariño. Por favor.”

(“Yes, I'm... I'm so ready, honey. Please.”)

You run your hand up his cock, swirling around the head before meeting the base again. His reaction is instant and extreme. His hands leave your hips for the bed as his claws rip into the sheet. His body is already shaking as tense, short, and quick moans fall from his lips. All his muscles are pulled tight as you slowly run your hand over him. His eyes are wide, staring at your hands as they pleasure him.

You’re mesmerized by his cock, red, hot, and pulsing in your hand as you stroke him. Pre-cum is spilling from his slit at a consistent pace, making him all wet and sloppy. You hear his head hit the headboard again as his moans grow more unrestrained, shouting out into the open air. “I- I-’m not- Can’t” He lets out a frustrated whine that morphs into a genuine moan before he tries to speak again. “No voy a durar. Joder, tus manos son el paraíso, cariño. No voy a durar mucho, no puedo-”

(“I’m not gonna last. Fuck, your hands are heaven, honey. I won't last long, I can't-”)

You can’t understand the words but based on how frantically he says them, the way his hips have started thrusting up into your hand gently and the way his legs are spreading themselves wider underneath you are good clues. “You’re gonna cum, Miggy?” You finally look away from his saturated cock to observe him. His face is flushed, as he nods at you desperately. He tries to moan your name at you but he can’t form the syllables. You love it. Seeing him like this, wet and aching for you. This is definitely going to become a daily thing.

“Yeah? You promised me a lot, hermoso. I want it all. Give it to me, baby.” He fully shouts your name at the Spanish pet name. He grunts pathetically as he lifts his hand from the bed, willing his claws to retract so he can touch you. His hand squeezes your hip desperately, shaking as his moans quickly rise in pitch and volume. Your eyes are focused back on his erratically twitching cock, you don’t see his head lift to look at you.

He’s cumming the moment he can see your face.

You stroke him as fast as you can, listening to his breathy sob as his cock shoots out heavy ropes of cum. He’s watching your face, trying to gauge your reaction through his cloudy eyes. You’re watching his cock in awe, his cum runs over your hand, coating your fist as you jerk him through it. He’s nothing but a bundle of gasps, moans, and sobs as his cock spurts out a whole new load. He watches your face as it morphs from disbelief to burning arousal, your breathing speeds up the longer he cums. He can hear whines start to slip out of you as his hips jerk into your hand. You tear your eyes away from the cum pooling around and coating his cock just in time to see his eyes shift from you to the back of his head. He lets out one last drawn-out wail before his hips rest back on the bed. His cock begins to soften, spurting out tiny ropes as you stroke him softly, helping him down. You try to get the raging fire in your stomach and the flood between your legs under control before getting up for a towel. He was right. There was so much.

You wipe him down as he whines and mumbles deliriously until you hear a little sob and he reaches out for you. You throw the towel to a corner of the room as he pulls you into his chest. He whispers what sounds like thanks and praise into your hair as you kiss his chest.

“Gracias, cariño. Eso- eso se sintió tan bien, te sentiste tan bien. Te amo.” You giggle at him gently. “You’re welcome and I love you too, baby. You know I can’t understand most of what you said, right?” You feel his chest rumble with a chuckle before he speaks again. “I- I know, it's just… El inglés se me hace difícil. Yo olvido. I- I’m” He laughs at himself. “You get my head all mixed up, cariño.”

(“Thank you love. That- that felt so good, you felt so good. I love you.”)

(“English is difficult for me. I forget”)

He presses a kiss to your forehead. “Oh really?” You say in a playful tone as he chuckles at you. You turn and pull him in, his lips just inches from yours. “Me encanta eso.” You had to pull all your Spanish I classes together to figure that sentence out but the reward is worth it. Miguel’s eyes widen and he gasps before smashing his face into yours, you can feel his wide smile against your lips as he kisses you and you’ve never felt happier.

(‘I love that.”)

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4dmc · 10 months

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tiktok - @the_artst

#have some really good looking Miguel O'Hara cosplay #tiktok #cosplay #miguel o'hara spider man #spiderman 2099 miguel o'hara #spiderman across the spiderverse

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nemmxx · 9 months

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🕷 Stepdad Miguel O'Hara! Who is in an established relationship with your mother, thinks he loves her or feels the closest thing to love until he meets. She met you at the Spider Society headquarters with your suit still on; you were a gorgeous girl, a beautiful curvaceous body, a velvety voice that caressed her ears in a good way, exceptional humor but what seals the deal was how you could simply keep up with her on your first mission, you followed orders and the ones you didn't seem to like you defied it on solid grounds. You were a damn challenge that ignited something dull in himself and when he looked at you without the mask, embarrassingly he had a damn unchecked hard-on; delicate and soft features, you were beautiful and with a tender air that sweetened your image but that your mischievous eyes rendered toxically sweet. When he recruited you he had not listened well to your data, distracted by the way you fought, but he listened well after the mission to what land you came from and it sounded familiar, almost like deja vu (his fault that he was captivated by the mere image of her).

🕷 Stepdad Miguel O'Hara! I had had to work close to you since you were new to the headquarters but you seemed eager to learn, to collaborate and participate. You were someone pleasant but not invasive, optimistic but not bordering on over the top and with a particular sense of humor (always deny that you made him laugh a couple of times). But as the days went by and you went on missions together he noticed how you were somewhat similar to someone close, it was as if you shared something with someone you knew. Miguel didn't inquire any further, you asked for it and he complied with your request. So time went by and you were sneaking under his skin, between his ribs to get to his heart although he tried to stop it in a thousand possible ways because he was in a serious relationship but with every talk, glances met, shared anecdotes, signs of affection that respected his limits and shared time you just sneaked into his soul, it was impossible not to think of you.

🕷 Stepdad Miguel O'Hara! He had to pretend not to be surprised when he looked at you in his partner's house (at that moment he didn't know about your family) opening the door with a soft groan of irritation and recognized your voice, your scent and the rhythm created by your heartbeat. Miguel could only remain speechless and only admired you for a few seconds as you did, just an awkward exchange of glances (he never wants to remember that disconsolate look in your eyes). Only for the awkward moment to be cut short by your mother with hurried introductions and chatter in which everyone sat in the living room, things Miguel didn't hear because he kept his eyes on you; in short and somewhat disheveled pajamas (you were still cute), you both share a glance between the sea of words emerging from his partner and your mother, until he dares to say or rather ask you to call him 'papa' you just go with the flow with a tense smile, you say nothing either (he would never say what whipped his mind).

🕷 Stepdad Miguel O'Hara! He starts to get to know you more in the comfort of your home, and simply falls in love with you; every flaw, virtue, and particularity fascinated them. So he begins to spoil you with your tastes; if you mention that a food pleases you he goes out of his way to make it or take you to a restaurant to satiate that craving (he forces himself to ignore how your sweet whimpers when you taste his food are not reproduced when he was with your mother), if on a family outing he catches you looking at something in a shop window it only takes a day before you find him in your bed, and he begins to show you physical and emotional affection and to be present in your life in a special way. Your mother is on cloud nine, her new partner accepts her daughter without any problem and even does what your biological father never did.

🕷 Stepdad Miguel O'Hara! He is a total sweetheart to you, and that starts to play with your mind in a good way due to his specific attention, his innocent touches brushing against areas of your body that border on private and his lingering kisses, his lips making a nice steady pressure on your cheek, you fell at his feet (little did you know Miguel would be able to kiss the ground you walk on), and there is a small ember of guilt given that you love your mother but also hated her for her zero care for you and little to no interest in you as a daughter. It was a shame that she didn't want you as a daughter because you didn't want her as a mother either, so getting into your new stepfather's pants wasn't so much to blame. But all your mother could see was that her partner was affectionate with you, attentive and almost like the father you never had and she always smiled encouragingly at her partner's good treatment of you and you of her new partner, on that occasion you could only laugh as you carefully rubbed your butt in your stepfather's lap.

You had heard his breathing hitch as you brought the snacks for movie night and leaned across the table from him before falling into his lap. Through your heightened senses you could hear his racing heartbeat and when he placed his larger hands on your hips you felt your fingertips on his skin savoring the warmth and rapidity of his blood circulating in his veins as you settled better into his lap leaning against his broad, muscular chest. Miguel almost covered you completely, barely your head reached his collarbones and without foreseeing it you squeezed your legs together. You both suddenly relaxed when your mother and her partner came into the living room with the drinks (Miguel couldn't ignore the lack of the drink you asked him to bring you as a favor but his and hers). "I am so glad you two are getting along so well!" Joyfully exclaimed the woman taking a seat at the other end of the couch between pillows before handing father and daughter a blanket which the younger one put to cover her legs and those of the older one who let her sit on his lap. The older woman could only smile contentedly at seeing you so affectionate with your partner "Are you comfortable?" Feeling naughty you settled better on your mother's partner's lap and took him by the arms making him wrap you snugly, you wordlessly affirmed feeling Miguel affirm the same. For your mother it was a pleasant evening. For Miguel it was hell, his hands were intertwined with his fingers on your belly and he knew with your movements you were taking his hands between your legs under the blanket, as normally as if nothing was happening until his palm was covering your crotch where from time to time you were rubbing yourself in his hand. You were a warning in itself, but he didn't deny that he was getting turned on by how your sweet scent was intensifying and sweetening even more, he knew where that sweetish aroma that graced your normal scent came from; it was that of your honey emanating from your sweet pussy being made even more delicious by the racing beat of your heart. That day you both had ended up in hidden kisses in the kitchen when your mother was asleep on the couch, you felt guilty? They lied to each other saying yes when it wasn't so. ||

🕷 Stepdad Miguel O'Hara! That night when they kissed you had been chaste and innocent kisses, completely different from how Miguel touched you when he was hugging you, big hands squeezing your waist tightly and touching your ass mercilessly, almost as if he was taking the stress out bruising you.

🕷 Stepdad Miguel O'Hara! It was over breaking up when they are alone one night, you all pretty leaning against his side snuggled comfortably and relaxed with your small hand on his abdomen drawing circles on his t-shirt not paying much attention to him but by the way he had his hand on your hips without much intention he felt the thin strip of something over the waistband of your tiny shorts that barely covered the entirety of your ass, It was as if you really hypnotized him the instant he caught your bright gaze on his face, you smiled sweetly without looking away and it was as if there was magnetism between the two of you that you slowly came closer kissing each other. It had started innocently with chaste and harmless kisses, just your soft lips on his but Miguel felt how little by little you were handling him to your liking and way, until you were in his lap with his tongue deep in your mouth and his big hands groping you shamelessly. That day they could not continue as your mother interrupted him in the middle leaving you wet and him with an almost raging erection, but Miguel had reassured you before he left.

🕷 Stepdad Miguel O'Hara! Who begins to avoid your mother's affection on the pretext of being tired, which in itself is not as such a lie at all since he did get tired of his jobs and of an insatiable young girl who couldn't seem to get enough of him.

🕷 Stepdad Miguel O'Hara! He is ecstatic at how you are so bold to make out with him, with your tender tongue almost failing his mouth within earshot of your mother at the risk of being overheard (he can't ignore your infectious giggles between kisses) and hidden barely in the hallway. And he couldn't deny you anything with his hands on your sweet body, groping you hard and smacking your buttocks as punishment. It wouldn't do to get caught.

🕷 Stepdad Miguel O'Hara! He was intoxicated with you, you were the person who made him fall in love with just a blink of an eye and even more with how daring you were, how behind your mother's back at the table you bent over slightly spreading your legs in the kitchen where he could see you well to give him a clear view that you were wearing nothing under your skirt just your pretty little pussy on display to his eyes which distracted him from whatever he was talking to your mother and when your mother turned around you were gone. You were an expert at getting him hard in seconds.

🕷 Stepdad Miguel O'Hara! He fucked you for the first time at headquarters, at his desk he had just ripped your tight Spiderwoman costume at the crotch promising to give you a better costume.

Miguel walked his tongue all over your pussy from the drooling entrance to your little pearl to which he devoted more attentions feeling you trembling, he held your legs wide open feeling your strength to be reckoned with trying to close your pretty legs but he avoided it with his sheer strength too, he had to have space between them to be able to eat you as he had dreamed so much. Like a pretty girl like you deserved. He had lost count of the erections you gave him when you displayed yourself before his eyes; lifting up the skirts you liked to wear giving him views of the lack of panties or thongs that left little to the imagination, how he lifted your blouses behind your mother giving him a view of your perky tits or how you had hot kissing sessions near where your mother was. And now, in that instant he was finally tasting the delicious honey dripping from your sweet pussy on his tongue. "D-daddy I'm going to c-c-come" you whimpered squeezing his head between your thighs tighter and taking his calloused and larger hands between your hands intertwining his fingers tightly as you removed them from your legs. You felt so sensitive, as your body tensed and the knot in your belly tightened as it loosened, the beginnings of your orgasm were not the same as the ones you brought on yourself with your fingers this one ran from your head to your toes and you felt slightly frightened, it was so much that it managed to overwhelm you in a way you had never felt before, you squeezed his hands and closed your eyes clearing your vision only to have it cloud over again and it was so much, so much but you couldn't get enough "E-eat me more d-daddy." And that alone dictated a clear sentence for your battered body that convulsed in the major's mouth, almost riding his face in search of prolonging your climax. Miguel swallowed all that your sweet center oozed from your needy hole, every drop of honey he wiped with his tongue until you came down from your orgasmic stupor but kept rubbing your pussy over his mouth gently letting out soft, needy whimpers. "Did you like it my girl?" mockingly questioned Miguel getting up from his previous position without letting go of your beautiful hands, shamelessly licking his lips savoring the last drops of your sweet climax catching you self-conscious. You barely managed to listen carefully and laughed, you couldn't help it your orgasm had whipped you so hard you felt overwhelmed, lost in something fluffy. "I really liked it" you replied watching as Miguel leaned over your body to kiss you, you could taste yourself on his lips even though you had done it before when you made yourself cum with your fingers only and took them into your mouth sucking them until you fucked your mouth with them but the very conception of making out with the man you liked after he ate you so voraciously turned you on even more as he sucked your tongue before running all over the inside of your mouth to part and breathe both of you, sharing breath "Will you fuck me?" Miguel smiled before kissing you again, your sweet lips and bright eyes catching him nonchalantly, almost as if he couldn't escape and it's not like he wanted to either.

#miguel o'hara x reader #spiderman 2099 x reader spiderwoman #miguel o'hara x reader fem #reader fem #cw.incest #cw.dark content #cw.pseudoincest #smut #spiderman 2099 miguel o'hara

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iplier-memes · 8 months

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NEW STRAWBERRY MIGUEL DEAL 🍓⭐️

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rixi-96 · 10 months

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nailbats · 11 months

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Revitalizing this dead tumblr with memes I’ve been posting on my Twitter, I am here to provide the goods

#across the spiderverse #miguel o'hara #hobie brown #spiderverse #spiderman #spiderman 2099 #SPIDERPUNK #meme #man I always forget my art tag #hayalets #I think

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murkbrew · 11 months

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Peter popsicle 💔

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luvrxbunny · 6 months

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hold it

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x F!Reader

Prompt: Pussy Slapping

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, piv, unprotected sex, praise, subspace but miguel doesn’t bring her back (lmk if I forgot anything)

WC: 1.4k

A/N: a few things- not a lot of Spanish cus people made me too nervous abt it. the prompt doesn't really factor into the story that much imo, sorry- not feeling super good abt this one tbh :( (not proofread)

He slaps you again and your teeth dig into your lip to keep your cries in. “Keep it in, sweetheart. I’m not breeding you so you can waste it all.” You nod frantically at him, aiming to please him as you clench all your muscles and try your best to hold his cum inside. You watch a satisfied smile spread over his face and his fingers come down to your pussy and spread your lips, watching your hole twitch. “That’s it. There we go, good girl.”

Your entire body is sensitive from how he’s been using you. He came home desperate to breed you and why would you refuse? Once he came in you though, he told you to hold it in, to keep all his cum inside you to ensure it takes, but your weak, post-orgasm body and your post-sex hazed brain couldn’t keep up.

You’re laying back on the pillows, one leg over his thighs and he’s sitting halfway between your legs. His eyes are stuck on your pussy, watching the way you quiver to hold his load in, especially with how he’s been teasing you. He’s mesmerized by the sight, some of his cum already leaking out, a small stream breaking through as you whimper at your lack of control.

You try to hold it in but eventually, your body gives up, too over-stimulated by his repeated slaps over your clit, the wet sound it makes when his hand connects with your pussy. He has this teasing, amused smirk on his face every time your body trembles after he hits you. You couldn’t handle it. Miguel grabs your thigh that’s in his lap and spreads you open further, watching as you twitch and let go, letting his cum slide out of you and onto his sheets. Then he slapped your pussy the moment he could see his cum sliding out of you.

“I told you to hold it.” His voice is stern, non-negotiable, and sends a shiver down your spine as you tense all your muscles again. He laughs quietly, low and teasing. “I’m just gonna have to fill you again.”

He tuts at you, gives a disappointed sigh, and crawls back between your legs. You’re deep in subspace, wanting nothing more than to please him and taking his sigh as real, genuine disappointment. Tears well in your eyes and you whimper your apology as he lines himself with your entrance. “M’ sorry, Miguel. I-” You’re cut off by him sliding inside you, forcing a sob-like moan to fall from your lips. His eyes snap to your face at the sound, he’s climbing up your body and cradling your face within seconds.

“What’s this? You wanna stop, sweetheart?” You shake your head vigorously and wrap all your limbs around him, holding him close to you, pressing all his warmth against yours, and leaving pleasured cries in his ear. “C’mon, talk to me, amor.” He hasn’t moved inside you but his hands haven’t stopped caressing your body. He slides up your back to the base of your neck and gently pulls you away from him. Your eyes are closed, little tears resting on your lashes, chipping away at his heart. You sniffle once and try to tilt up into him, forcing his cock to slide against your walls in the way only he can. Instead, he forces your hips back to the bed with a soft grunt and looks back at you expectantly. So you give in.

“Jus’ wanna be good for you, Miggy.” Realization, sadness, and relief course through him. He hadn’t noticed you were so far gone, too caught up in his own mission, his need to fill you again and again, but the fact that he missed your needs because they were clouded by his own sends a pang of hurt through his heart. He leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead, nose then lips. You moan sweetly against him, hands instantly coming up to tangle in his hair and pull him closer to you. He pulls away and gives you one more kiss before looking deep into your eyes. “You’re always good for me, sweetheart. You’re doing so well for me, baby.”

He feels your clench on him at his words, a soft smile coming to his face at your predictability. You pull him closer to your face, just centimeters from his lips, and grind yourself up into him, earning a gentle moan from his lips. “See? So perfect, amor.” He thrusts into you, deep and hitting your G-Spot on his first try. His name comes out of your mouth as a shout, your nails dig into his back as you try and stabilize yourself.

His hips speed up, starting their more brutal pace, knocking any stray thoughts loose from your head. He’s fixated on your face, hyper-vigilant to your reactions, making sure you’re enjoying yourself, that he’s giving you everything you need. He’s already desperate to cum in you, his cock still sensitive from the load he gave you a few minutes ago. You’re letting out high-pitched, passionate moans into his room, filling the space with sounds of you and your soaked pussy. His cock twitches inside you at the sound and you feel it.

You let out a desperate moan and slam your lips into his, wet, needy, and messy. His spit ends up all over your face, you’re just trying to lick at him, into his mouth, over his lips, anything he’ll give you. Your desperation has his moaning raggedly into your mouth, his hips slamming into you harder, his tip bruising your cervix as he abuses it. “I love you so much, Miggy.” Your words stab arousal through him like a hot knife, slicing through his entire being. He collapses over you, groaning your name into your neck, almost deafening you with their volume.

You’re always so soft for him, it’s almost painful how much it turns him on. He’s been slapping and abusing your pussy all night and you’re still so in love. You re-angle his head, forcing him to focus on you, watching the love that you’re pouring into your gaze. It’s making his balls tingle, and tense when they slap against your ass. “Te amo más bebé” His moan is smooth with the words as they slide from his mouth.

(“I love you more, baby”)

His muscles draw tight as he cock twitces inside you. “M’gonna fill you up. Gotta-” He tilts your hips toward him, forcing his cock deeper, pressing into your cervix almost painfully and he whimpers at the feeling. “-llegar tan profundo como pueda. Make sure you can keep it all in, bebé.” His hips begin to stutter and shake against yours as you tighten endlessly around him. You’re so out of it, all you can feel is the pleasure he’s giving you and your orgasm that’s about to snap in your stomach. Miguel grinds into you one more time, shaky, slow, and hard. You’re cumming around him. You moan a garbled version of his name, so loud and wrecked you barely recognize your voice in your ears. The sounds are ravaging Miguel though, they’re sending shocks through his body and he suddenly can’t hold on any longer.

(“-get as deep as I can”)

He hunches over you, forcing his cock deeper, sending a new explosion of pleasure through your body with the sensations. He’s flooding your wet heat, painting you, coating your walls completely in his seed as he moans your name into the sex-scented air. He mutters love notes to you on repeat as he lets out rope after rope of cum into you. He’s breathing in his shaky breaths along with the scent of your hair as he presses a soft kiss to the top of your head and pulls out slowly. You whimper at the loss of his stretch and it oddly warms his chest, that you still want him after he’s been with you since he got home.

He grabs a little towel on the side of the bed and wipes himself down before turning to do the same to you. Only to find you with your fingers buried deep inside yourself. He would be hard again if he had anything left in him. He basically runs back to your side, wanting an explanation but instead getting an even more erotic scene. Your eyes are on his, looking like you’re pleading for something and he can’t decipher what. “What is it, baby? Are you okay?”

You nod at him eagerly and little tears well in your eyes. “M’keepin’ it all in for you, Miggy.” He’s stunned to silence at your words, unable to believe how deep you are. “Tell- Tell me I’m good—? I’m- Am I being good?”

He almost passes out. He feels his sensitive cock fattening up again. Apparently, he does have something left in him.

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