girlyteengirl

Miguel x Racially ambiguous fem reader

1750 words, reuploaded

I've been writing everyday and omg, my joints hurt

You jolt awake to a rustling at your window, sitting up and looking through bleary vision towards the fire escape through the hazy glass to see the outline of a broad man pulling up the latch. He watches you groan and wipe your face whilst climbing through, stepping on the clothes strewn across the floor. This brooding man has been a regular face in your life now, three years. Still no ring, or even a conversation about it. So you’ve landed yourself in a shitty apartment with a roommate that eats your food and wears your clothes. One who also happens to look like you.

“Miguel- god, you’re making a mess.” You quietly fuss, half asleep as he knocks over a pile of magazines like a bull in a china shop, unaware of his own stature. 

“It’s already a mess, it’s not me.”

“Hush!” You whisper yell, putting your index finger up against the center of his chest, soaked with water. 

“My sister is home, you can’t just come here whenever you feel like it. Especially not through my window!”

“You’re yelling.”

“Well, you made me mad.” You mutter, picking up his mess. The now dampened glossy issues are scattered across the floor. You haphazardly wipe them off with your palm, cursing when it only seeps in deeper as he bumbles around the room, clearly waiting on something.

“What?” You hiss, not bothering to glance back at him.

“Will you come back?” He mumbles guilt stricken, scratching the back of his full head of hair.

“You cannot be serious.”

“We don’t— we don’t have to get back into it immediately. I just wanna figure something out, you  know I don’t wanna be apart.”

“Should’ve thought about that before, you bastard.”

“I didn’t hear a no.” He waits in silence for a rejection, grinning when you don’t give him a witty retort.

You stare at him through narrowed eyes, almost irritated at his gull before gently shaking your head. You’ve missed him too, despite his so very stupid behaviors. You lean in despite your annoyance.

“Theres m’girl. I know you’ve missed me.” he rubs your hip, firm yet sweet as he coaxes you into sitting on your queen sized mattress draped in too-big sheets. He bought them for you when you shared an apartment together, his apartment. You stayed rent-free and took the bedsheets from the king mattress just to spite him after he went and blew up the relationship.

“You can’t just waltz in here for sex, Miguel.” You huff, slapping his arm.

“I know, I know.” He presses his face into the corner of your neck, cooing ever so softly in your ear before sticking his tongue into the cavity. He watches you immediately flinch and pull back before scrunching up your face and giggling as you wipe out your ear.

“Ew, Miguel, that’s so weird!” You throw your head back and chortle, causing quiet movements to arise across your apartment. Pain in your sides ensues from the laughter. He looks at you like a kicked puppy from your teasing, making you pity him whilst coming down from your giggle fit. 

“‘M sorry, ‘m sorry, I’m not supposed to laugh.” He nods in response to your now hushed whispers.

“I thought we were supposed to be quiet?”

“Mm. You’re right- good thing I can whisper good. Spiders, yeah?” He stares at you with a blank expression before sighing, bewildered at the woman in front of him’s ignorance.

“That’s not a spider related quality.”

“That doesn’t matter, you know it all.” He opens his mouth, ready to let out a rude quip about your placement in the society when you place your hand on his chest, tracing his nipple through his soaked suit. His undereye twitches as he looks down at you.

“Please, babe.”

“Please what?” You look up, batting your lashes.

“Anything. Please, give me something.” He looks at you with glazed over eyes and blown out pupils. You sigh loudly.

“Fine, fine.” You playfully answer as you climb on top of him, working your shirt over your head and he immediately reaches up to catch a nipple between his fingers, pulling roughly.

“Eek!”

“Shh.” You nod, trembling slightly as you purse your lips, watching him wrap his lips around a breast whilst playing with the hardening bud on the other. He wriggles his tongue against it before pulling away to press a gentle kiss to your collarbone. He gazes up at you with pleading eyes and that’s enough for you, watching him implore in the dead silence of your dingy, tiny shared apartment.

“How d’you get your suit off?” He raises an eyebrow at that. That was upfront, and he didn’t have to do much to get you to be. It has been a while since you’ve been together, he just didn’t expect such eagerness.

“You designed it, chiquita.”

“Well yeah, but nobody seems to use anything the way its intended to be used.”

“Pshh.” He messes around with his wrist watch and you stare as it disintegrates in electric blue colors around the ends. A few moments of silence pass.

“..God, I’m so cool. Forgot I did that.” He lets a subtle smile pass his lips before pushing gently on your shoulder, the pressure registering almost immediately in your mind. You nod in silent agreement as you sink to your knees, already spitting in your hand as he pushes your hair back. You wrap your fingers around the already half-hard length, listening to his sighs and loud breaths. It’s too good, ‘nd you’re so pretty to last long like this. Not with your soft hands, and perfect boobs pressed against his nuts. Yeah, his nuts that are now swollen and aching to be emptied after so long. You make sure not to forget those, groping the round, swollen sack gently before lowering your head to lick around the now leaking tip, ignoring your own weeping slit. He watches through half lidded eyes, blood now already having rushed to his face as you push his length into your mouth, reaching the back of your throat rather quickly. It’s intoxicating, the wet heat that is your mouth wrapped so tightly around the reddened glands. You’re already bypassing that force soon after he feels the wall that is your uvula, gently nudging against his throbbing cockhead.

“Hey- hey, let up, I wanna last long enough for you.”

You disregard that, still pushing forward until you can barely breathe, slightly heaving with every pulse of his cock stuck in your throat. It’s hot, heavy, and pulsing against what feels to be your esophagus.You continue on anyway, driving him into your mouth before you nose is nestled in his dense pubic hair, breathing it in. The lack of oxygen makes you slightly dizzy as you listen to his strangled gasps. You gag as you slide back up before repeating the actions a couple more times, making him groan and lean over you, quivering. He gently wipes the tears from your eyes before forcing you up by grabbing the roots of your hair, yanking until you can breathe freely again. He gently rubs your shoulder, watching as you shake.

“Trying to kill yourself?”

“Mm.” You hum in response, rubbing the slicked length with your soiled hand, pressing kisses to the sensitive crown with swollen, saliva covered lips. He stares at you before gently tugging at the roots of your hair again, this time ever so slightly, trying to tell you ‘Come up here’ without words. You pick up on this and climb onto his lap and he helps you shed your cotton panties, the seat now drenched in slick.

“You’ve gotta stay quiet. I can’t just waltz in here and do whatever I want- you have a roommate, remember?” He playfully gibes, looking you up and down before his gaze lingers around your lips.

“Mhmm, I remember.” You suddenly gasp as you feel a painful stretch coming from your soaked orifice, making you shudder and wince. Trying to distract you with jokes, the cheeky bastard that he is.

“Miguel..!” You croon, pushing back against him, desperately trying to get him deeper inside, already having recognized the knot in your belly.

“Uh-uh. Stay still, hermosa.” He whispers against your skin, the words barely apparent in your lust driven mind. You beg through unrecognizable words as he slowly stretches you out, the earlier burning having now fully delved into pure, blinding white-hot pleasure, leaving you stupid. He ruts his hips into yours, the small snaps causing your back to arch as you squeal, letting out brainless jabber in his ears. Somewhere along the lines he flips positions, leaving you on your knees, exposed to him.

“Fu-uuck, Miguel! Miguel, please, need you deeper, yeah,” you continue to blabber on and he tunes you out, chasing his own high instead as he slams in and out, forcing the bed to push up against the wall. It’ll be sure to leave a mark. On both the wall and your cervix. He reaches underneath you from your waist, tracing around your vulva to find your clit. He plucks it before pinching gently, causing you to mewl and drool onto the sheets. He forces your head sideways, trying to silence your voice. He observes half of your blissed out expression with a conceited smirk, your hair sticking to your glistening skin before grinning and pinching harder. The constant probing causes the knot to tie even tighter and a warmth threatens to spill over as he vigorously beats at your inner walls. His balls draw up closer to his body heat as he releases into you, loudly groaning in your ear, still ramming his hips into your now convulsing body that has been overcome with pleasure, making you violently spasm. He slows down, eventually after you beg him to. You glance to where your bodies meet as he stops jerking his hips, clenching around him and pushing his limp dick from your burning walls, listening to the pathetic squelches and gurgles your stretched out cunt makes as it clenches onto cold air.

“..’m sorry.” He mumbles against your neck.

“For what?” You sigh, not focused as he wraps his arms around you, his soft cock pressed against your ass cheek now soggy with your mixed  bodily fluids.

“Letting you go. I’m here now, though.”

“Mm. This isn’t automatically solved with sex, y’know.”

A loud shuffling at the front of your home awakens you. Probably your husband, home from another work trip. You lie still, overcome by the gnawing pain from the cold traveling through your body. It doesn’t help that your space heater has broken. Your knuckles, wrists, and feet have been bothering you for the last few winters, and its especially bad this night from the storm you saw on the news approaching. The same storm that your poor, poor overworked husband had to travel through to make it home to you tonight, and he needs to be cheered up. Especially after such a long trip, working to spoil your incomplete family. The bed dips. You roll over, still bundled up in your blanket.

“You’re awake.”

“Mhmm.” You hum out, still drowsy.

“Did everything go well, Leon?”

“Uhuh.” He unties his boots, pulling his sore feet out of the worn out leather before tossing them aside to the closet and shuffling out of his work clothes into his old pajamas. 

“Turn on the light. I wanna see you.”

“Mm-mm, I’m tired.” He sinks back into bed before shifting around on the mattress to hold you. You counteract this by tossing the blanket off despite the freezing air and rolling him onto his back. 

“Uh-uh, lie back.” You climb over him, straddling his upper thighs..

He looks up at you with an odd expression in the dark, his bottom lip tucked in and inner eyebrows heightened.

“You alright?” You reach out, pushing his hair back and moving your hand towards his crotch before he grabs your wrist, rubbing the pulse point gently.

“Not right now. ‘M too tired.”

“I know, I know. But I’m not. Let me do the work, just lay back.” You coo at him before rubbing his clothed chest and pulling the dingy t-shirt up over his head, grinning before reaching for his waistband.

“D’you want me to take a pill?”

“No, no. I don’t feel like waiting.”

He looks up at you, stiff on the bed as he tries to ignore the steady panging in his lower back. You sit on his lap in a tattered blue night gown, smelling like vanilla and whatever lazy dinner you cooked yourself earlier. You never cook real meals when he’s not home– too used to cooking big portions, it’ll spoil before you can eat it all.

“I didn’t expect you back tonight, Leon. You should’ve told me, I would’ve drawn you a bath.         Or atleast cooked dinner.” He reaches up and wipes the sleep out of your eyes before nodding in agreement.

“I know.” He mumbles back and takes the frilly edges of your nightgown and pulls them all the way over your head. You push down against his lap and quietly groan before tugging his pants halfway down his thighs, clearly eager as you settle yourself back down onto him, pulling your hips back and forth, back and forth, and back and forth, creating an indulgent friction burn that will be sure to bite him back later. Its soon soothed by a driblet of slippery liquid seeping through the silken panties you brought for his 42nd birthday a couple years ago. Whilst grabbing for him underneath you, you pause and furrow your eyebrows.

“You didn’t put on underwear.”

“I knew you’d be like this.”

“Ohoo, planning ahead for the wife.” You giggle, tugging the extra skin up and down, using the little slick from your cunt to help it glide. After a few tugs you awkwardly lean over him to slide the sodden panties down your legs before throwing them to the floor. He catches you by your waist, forcing you to hold your position over him until you feel a harsh hand wrap around the lump of flesh that is your breast. A warm set of lips wraps around your areola, suckling gently and causing the pretty bud to harden quickly.

“Ack! Leon, I said I was gonna take care of it..!” You whine, pulling back only slightly, feeling too good to leave the tantalizing heat of his mouth yet. After getting him to let up, you reach back down, now focused on making him feel good. You ignore him palming the fat on your chest and his quiet groans, not bothering to tease him about it as he’ll shut down. You look at the half hard appendage, deliberating on what to do next. You choose to make it quick, as he appears to be half asleep. Wiggling your swollen, slicked lips back and forth against it, it finally slips in and you moan out, your eyes shut as you sink all the way down.

“Leon, Leon, that- ugh, that’s nice.” He listens to his name being called and watches through half-lidded eyes, mouth agape as he pants. You’re squeezing him so tight, it feels like he’s about to nut already, even if he is only half hard. He haphazardly traces your skin damped from sweat and lotion from your belly to your clit, wiggling it with a calloused thumb. You jolt before squealing, rocking harder now, chasing your own pleasure and nearly forgetting about his. It’s just so hard to, with his fat cock stretching your sopping, tight walls out.

“Leon!!” You gasp, beginning to bounce after a sharp swat to the asscheek forces you to remember who this is about. The pain lingers as you glide up and down against him, trying not to pull away too much as he’ll slip out. The fastened knot in your belly begins to undo itself when he mumbles something about being “just about there” before groping your left tit. You push against his hips harder and hear a strangled groan erupt from his lips before shuddering when feeling a pathetically tiny spurt inside of you.

You disregard it along with his overwhelmed whimpers in order to pursue your own selfish desires, frantically grinding down against him whilst simultaneously rubbing your bud as he left it during his peak. Sharp pangs in your belly ensue, making you tremble and tear us. You cry out, pleading and moaning brainlessly about a baby. He listens to it come out jumbled, staring up at your tits. He reaches for your cunt and swats your hand out of the way to rub the pearl himself, causing you to arch up off of him and climax. He lies there with pruned fingers, quivering from the aftermath as he listens to your stupid babbles. He slides out of you despite you muttering out complaints and climbs off of the bed. He heads to the bathroom to wipe himself clean before returning doing the same to you. He wipes the sweat underneath your breast, on the inside of your thighs, and attempts to wipe your folds before you stop him.

“Leave it. Maybe this time it’ll take.”

“Yeah, I know. You always say the same thing.” And with that, he tosses the rag to the floor before crawling into bed with you and resting his head on your still-heaving chest, content despite the body aches slowly returning from the lack of adrenaline. He presses a kiss to your collarbone and nuzzles his face against your breast before listening as you begin to speak.

“Leonn?” You drag out the last consonant of his name with your tongue against the roof of your mouth.

“Mhmm?” He does the same.

“Can we, ah, go again?” You stare at the ceiling in absolute bliss, slightly regretting not allowing him to take the pill. He sighs loudly in annoyance before responding in a gruff voice.

This works for gender neutral readers, however, R may not make sense. Not sure why I kept switching tenses.

💮A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

He gets so sleepy afterwards but still manages to take care of you and himself. Minimal effort though. He cleans up, gets you water and a snack, mumbles about changing the sheets later and crawls into bed, handing you the remote.

💮B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Damn near every part of him is rugged, and despite the love you've so tenderly conveyed for it, he still prefers the least beaten down part of his body. His cock. Tall, wide, and brag worthy. His favorite part of yours are your hips, as they were something he recalled in your remembrance, swaying once you left. Bonus points for him being able to guide your pelvis into his with them.

💮C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

Warm, yellowish cream color once cooled, and it leaves a tangy taste in your mouth after you're done wringing his no longer heavy sack dry. Short, frequent spurts for 10 or so seconds before he collapses onto your front, nearly smothering you to death. (foreshadowing for position?)

💮D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He's considered asking you to allow him to tie you up using his scarf for his 2nd birthday you spent together. After the idea tumbled around in his head for a couple days he decided against it, thinking it would be 1, too rough as you've been vanilla the whole relationship. 2, unethical, its kinda weird to use his quirk in bed. And 3, why spoil the surprise you've already planned? He was enlightened via card charges. Yeah, you used his card.

💮E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He knows what he's doing, how to get you to open up and how to make you squeal. He's only had a couple serious s/o's before you, so he relies on using the archives stored in the back of his mind to guess where he should focus on until he knows your body better.

💮F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Anything that doesn't exert a lot of energy. When he was younger he enjoyed pronebone quite a bit, but his back pain prevents too much lower body movement so he prefers you to do the work, so any cowgirl positions. With an asprin he enjoys missionary so he can see you.

💮G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Not goofy, but he definitely made awkward jokes about his shortcomings during your first few times. He'd rather listen to your jokes instead, as his own self deprecating jokes are a little sad.

💮H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I feel like he's superrr hairy. Like, lumberjack hairy, so his pubes are unkempt. It got stuck in your teeth quite frequently, initially. After you commented on it he got embarrassed and began to trim it regularly. Besides that, black hair dispersed in the usual areas, thicker around the pecs, thinner around the mid back. Of course he's got belly hair, and the treasure at the bottom of the trail will make you very happy.

💮I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Eye contact is his specialty. Quite literally. He'll pretends to not be into the slow, intimate kisses but he enjoys them. Actually prefers them, as this is more of a bonding thing for him than pure lust, to which he only submits to on occasion.

💮J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He gets himself off quite often(2-3 times a week), as he's too tired to do anything more but doesn't want to ask you to do it for him because he knows he'll be half asleep when returning the favor? He refuses to start anything knowing he won't finish it, he knows how that feels. To put all of his effort into something and it doesn't pay off. Besides, blue balls suck. He wouldn't do that to you, no. (blue labia?)

💮K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

He lovessss having his hair pulled. He doesn't tell you though, you have to figure it out one night when he's too focused on pummeling your insides to hear you pleading him to slow down. You grasp at the roots of his hair at the base of his neck before jerking roughly, groaning loudly when he suddenly stops to hear him groaning the same.

💮L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

He prefers the bed or couch, as they don't hurt his back much but will rough you up any place you request, as long as its appropriate. The furthest you've gone was a grocery store bathroom after a particularly long dry spell that the both of you caused.

💮M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

After a good nights sleep, nothing will top seeing you wander around the house half dressed. Even though its not inherently sexual and he's seen you a million times in a million ways, it does something to his body that he can't quite explain.

💮N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Nothing including anyone else, and absolutely no pain on his end. Sharing you sounds like a nightmare. Why would he want to see his baby that way? It was hard enough to get him to open up to you, he'd never open up to someone else that'll expect you to open up too. He already puts up with your biting and scratching, with anymore he'd question if a rabid animal bit you.

💮O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Prefers receiving, but he's good at giving so he regularly does. He consistently performs oral on you after work, as if he refuses for too long you'll jump his bones on the weekend. Besides, its relieving knowing you're content even if some nights he doesn't want to go all the way.

💮P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

He deliberately moves slow and deep when in control, insanely focused on not coming too early when making sure you're pleased before he can have his way.

💮Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

They're okay. He could go without, but whenever you ask he can't deny you. Over the couch, his desk, the car, the shower. Doesn't matter, it's all worth it knowing he's the one making you cum.

💮R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He prefers to stay comfortable in his apartment or yours to do anything serious, but you've messed around in his car before going to work. Despite his nervousness, you've coaxed him into trying butt stuff. He claimed he'll never do it again. It wasn't painful, just weird, but you did manage to hit his prostate with your middle finger and it left an impression. He's already ordered everything to explore that whilst you're on a trip with your friends, lolol

💮S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Initially, he would last for five or so minutes inside, but with time he's figured out to last as long as you need him to, especially since you deny him so often.

💮T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He regularly used one of those really basic clear silicone sleeves during college until you found it and threw it out, replacing it with a mechanic one. Instead of being grateful he stupidly kept quiet about his distaste for it until you pushed him to talk to you about whatever he was upset with. You soon after realized he was attached to the poor, worn out thing and got him a safer, identical one that he could break in after work.

💮U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He's not super unfair, but he teases. You'll always finish though. On occasion you don't, he'll have to clench his teeth and deal with the payback the next time you climb onto him.

💮V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He's not quiet, but he's not loud. He doesn't even pay attention to the noises he makes, as he's often focused on the ones you're making but his aren't lost on you. It sounds like he's being squeezed to death, simply because he is. Breathy, strained, nearly painful moans fall from his lips when you're straddling him.

💮W= Wild Card (Random headcanon)

Though he tells you its inappropriate to send him unanticipated nudes or messages, he very much looks forward to them every friday. Yeah, you send them during his lunch break at a set time. So its not unexpected, but you both play into it so he can come home that night and have his way.

💮X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Better side of average, brown tip to match his nips, darker underside and ofc, a heavy sack to match. I think its 5.5 inches, not too big, not too small. For sure thick. He's a shower and has to buy rather tight briefs to cup him right, as its not really appropriate for his dick to stick to his thigh at work.

💮Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Moderate, but he'd rather take care of himself than start you up as you'll never climb off. He can only go twice on a good day off from work, maybe thrice if he's feeling well and makes you take the reigns. Ya go at it two or three times a week pre war, once a week post time skip.

💮Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)