¡Ay Por Dios!

When you turn around and catch him staring, he doesn’t look away. He is not embarrassed that you saw him gawking at you, because he wants you to know that he is obsessed with you. “Ven aquí, mi amor,” (come here, my love) he calls you, a soft smile when he sees you walking towards him with a raised brow.

When you stand before him, he looks up at you with pure love in his eyes, before resting his hands over your full hips and gently tugging you closer, guiding you between his legs. He rests his head on your soft tummy, and nuzzles his face there, sliding his hands under your shirt and pawning gently at your plump waist. He hums when you thread your fingers through his dark locks and closes his eyes as he relaxes against you. “What are you doing?,” you ask softly, laugh in your voice.

He lets out a soft playful groan, burying his face in your tummy before tugging you impossibly closer, almost making you fall if it wasn’t for you placing your hands over his shoulders. You chuckle softly when he mumbles against your shirt, “nothing, mamí, just appreciating you”.

A gasp leaves your lips when he quickly wraps his arms around your legs and moves you to the couch, pushing you to lay down before laying on top of you. You huff softly at his weight, squirming slightly to adjust yourself under him. Miguel groans against youand buries his face between your full breasts, a little smile on his lips at the plumpness of his new makeshift pillow.

“Comfortable?,” you asks teasingly, glancing down at him before wrapping your arms around his broad back and holding him close. He nods slightly against you, nuzzling even closer, “mucho”. (very much) You let out a soft hum before sliding your hand under his baggy shirt, scratching his skin gently.

You feel his grip tighten around you, squishing you under him as he relaxes even more under your touch. Soon after, you feel his breath getting slower and when you glance down, he is asleep. There is a smile on your lips when you reach for the tv control and switch it off.

can you hear me cry? ｡°(°.◜ᯅ◝°)°｡

Pale pink, tight, and completely sheer, putting your whole body on display, something you usually avoid…

You usually wore clothes that hid your body, not that you were ashamed of yourself; you just liked the comfort of your tomboy style. Gabriel never seemed to mind; he always held you close, kissing your cheeks like you were the cutest thing he had ever seen. Gabriel O'Hara was just good like that; if there was a reward for best boyfriend, he should at least be nominated. He was kind, funny, and always reassuring without making you think he was babying you. The reasons for falling for him were numerous, and now here you are in this baby doll dress with him waiting in bed for you to come out in your 'surprise' for him. 

At the time you bought this, you were so sure that you would feel confident. The model looked great, so why wouldn't you? Maybe that was just wishful thinking…

It's too late now…Gabriel is waiting, being so patient for you. Are you a bit uncomfortable? Yes, but for him, you can bear it; you love him. 

With one more deep breath, you steady yourself and open the door. Gabriel's eyes nearly pop out of his skull as he looks at you head to toe. He seems to like it, so you keep your false smile. You watch as his eyes rake over you, taking in every detail, a smile creeping to his face, but when his eyes reach yours, his smile drops, and his face changes to something of concern. 

"What, you don't like it?" 

"Do you?"

"What is that supposed to mean?"

Keeping his eyes on you, he gets out of bed, placing gentle touches on your arms as he looks into your eyes, "I mean, you look so sad? That fake smile? Don't think I can't tell when you're not happy. Talk to me, what's up?"  

You can't help yourself from melting into his hold, wrapping your arms tightly around him, "I just…I don't feel like me in this…but I thought you might like it…something sexier…" 

Gabriel's face scrunches, "One, you shouldn't be dressing to impress me; you should wear what you're comfortable in. Two, I always think you're sexy." 

Leaning in, he buries his face into the crook of your neck, his lips gently caressing your skin as he whispers praises to you, "You look sexy in just a T-shirt and my boxers; I love you so much. You drive me crazy, always…"  

The kisses start to feel sloppier as his tongue begins to lick gently at where he has been sucking marks onto your skin, his hands getting more seeking…

"How about when I'm naked…" you tease, throwing your head back as you feel his hands slip under the seer material to squeeze your ass; Gabriel practically moans at the thought of you bare for him. 

"That's my favorite…" he purrs in your ear, making your body shiver in excitement. 

"Help me take it off?"

"How about I rip it off?" 

"Even better." 

In a swift motion, Gabriel has you bent over the bed, his erection pressing against your wet cunt, already begging for him. With surprisingly little effort, his hands tear the flimsy material, his hands admittedly finding your breast to roll and pinch your buds, making you squirm. 

Gabriel brings one hand down to your clothed pussy, ruining the sheer thong that matched the tiny dress. His finger slowly slides and dips through to tease your aching slit. 

"Going to rip that of two?" 

Gabriel hums, admiring the thin cloth buried in your ass; he brings his fingers under the elastic waist and quickly lifts it up and releases causing it to snap against your skin, making you a mew slip and your back arch. Then roughly, he pulls the small panties to the side and buries two fingers knuckle deep, making you moan and start to softly rock back and forth on them. 

You were the lucky girl that pulled Miguel n had him wrapped around your lil finger.

As much as he didn’t like to show it publicly, the man was whipped. By the means of your affectionate love, Miguel actually began to take better care of himself, resulting in happy boyfriend weight gain.

As time went on, you’d noticed those changes: Thicker thighs, fatter ass, pecs are perkier, and a soft pouch that you’d feel up when you removed his shirt during hot, open-mouthed make-out sessions.

Miguel was a little surprised to find that you loved it, and since then, has taken advantage of this information.

Now, he proudly walks around shirtless, in nothing but grey sweatpants or even boxers sometimes. He thought he was slick by acting coy, but you knew that he knew that you get wet just by the sight of his brawny, hairy muscles, or that muffin top he had going on… and that happy trail…

Then he’d give you that smirk when he caught you staring, making fun of you when he did. And when he sees that you’re a blushing mess, he attacks you with kisses, you swatting him away but it’s no use; he’s already caged you under him on the couch, the both of you breaking into a fit of giggles.

Today, it’s early in the morning. He didn’t have to be at the society until a little later, so you made the best use of the rare time you had together and made him some breakfast. After he was done eating, the two of you cuddled on the couch for the remainder of his free time.

He was sprawled out on the couch (almost too small for him) with your body on top of his. Your head lays on his chest, the hair there slightly tickling your skin. His strong hands rub your back oh so gently, making you drift away. Miguel occasionally kisses the top of your head as he himself doze off as well. Just when the two of you are about to fall asleep, his watch on the coffee table goes off.

“mierda—“ he groans, immediately going to snooze the loud, annoying alarm. You lift your head with a ‘mph’, your body grieving the loss of a peaceful moment between the both to you. “Already?” You look up at him with the saddest puppy dog eyes, ones that break his heart.

“I know, mama, I know, I’m sorry, but y’know I have to go.” He tuts. Like as if you were made of porcelain, he gently pries you off of him, but you refuse. “Just call in, baaaabe.”

Miguel feels you grab onto him tighter, and he lays back on his elbows in regret, “I’ll be back as soon as I can, mamita. I gotta go, mama, c’mon.”

“But baaaaabyyyyy.” You pout.

“Beba, tu sabes que yo quiero quedarme contigo, pero I simply can’t.” He really did hate having to say bye to you. He used to never wanna leave the lab, but now he counts down to the seconds until he gets to come home to your arms.

“Just a few more minutes?” You lift your head from his chest again, giving him those eyes that could get you anything.

“Beba, por favor-“ he knits his brows. He was cracking.

“Pleeeeeeaaasse?” You pout your bottom lip, “We haven’t had a day like this in forever, babe. Besides, you work so hard already…”

You place and subtly push your hands on his chest, and to your surprise, he lays back on the couch, wanting to hear what else you have to say, and maybe see what mischievous plan you had this time.

He could spare a minute or two, it won’t hurt… right?

“You deserve a day off, no?” Your voice becomes softer, more sensual as you peel yourself from his body and straddle not on his waist, but his stomach. Miguel’s consciousness is slipping.

Miguel’s hands instinctively go to rest on your hips, which have started to vaguely grind on his belly.

You were clever. By teasing Miguel and grinding against his stomach, merely inches from his fat cock, you knew you’d have him crumble under you in no time. “Well… do you?” You ask again, raising your eyebrow. You know it was working.

His eyes are now laser focused on the triangle of your panties, now marked with a wet spot, rubbing against his mid section. In his mind, he’s practically fighting for his life between going to work or letting you keep doing what you’re doing and so far… what his eyes are stuck on is winning.

“fuck, mama… you’re makin’ it real difficult, you know that?” His voice gravels at the sight in front of him. He doesn’t look up, too distracted by your slow thrusts against his soft belly. He hissed as he can feel his own cock rise in his grey sweats, precum bleeding through, no doubt.

“Baby, just stay, just for today… please?” Your breathy tone goes straight to his aching dick, pushing him over the edge from staying or going.

Hungry, Miguel licks his lips just as he takes one of his hands, hooking his pointer finger on one side of the triangle of your panties, pulling it aside so that nothing separated your wet heat and his fluffy stomach. He let out a low sigh and a few curses, watching as you painted his belly with your juices. He’s not even in you, but he could cum just from this.

“Aw fuck… what am I gonna do with you?“ he looks up at you, almost annoyed that this was working on him, but he couldn’t help it. He was pussy whipped. Feeling like you’ve won, you lazily smiled, already getting close to your climax as you continued grinding on his soft stomach.

“Lyla… fuck… mute my watch. I’m takin’ the day off.”

A/n: This one right here…. This ask did it for me. Been replaying this one in my head for days now hnnnghh I need him so bad, it actually makes my stomach hurt and my head dizzy 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 Thank you nonnie <3

Hope y’all liked it <3