mina

after the first few times, your boyfriend ryomen sukuna still had some fight left in him… but after the nth time…

he had no control over his body, flinching and shivering at every touch. his back was against your chest, his head thrown back on your shoulder.

no more snarky comments - reduced to a shaky mess.

it’s the way your hand was wrapped around him, touching him in such a specific way. you knew what made him tick and if he cut the wrong wire, he’d explode. he wasn’t sure if he should like you for that.

“head up, sweetheart.” you remind, your lips ghosting the shell of his ear.

“i-i… can’t—!” sukuna sobs, his already shaking thighs jumping as you run your free hand down his inner thigh so gently, it hurts.

“some king of curses you are,” you tease into his ear and he lets out a choked whimper, “can’t even handle a little overstimulation.”

he didn’t even have it in him to say something snarky back to you.

but to your surprise, sukuna pushes his head up. his hazy eyes watched as you teased him with lazy yet delicious strokes. he wanted to pass out right then and there. but you would never let him off that easy, huh?

“toooooo m-m-much—fuck!” he cried when you ran your thumb over the head of his dick and he’s digging his fingers into your legs.

you’re surprised he can even make out a single word except your name.

“oh—pleaseeee—!” sukuna is not even sure what he’s asking for. if he asked, you wouldn’t listen anyway.

it’s not long before his back is arching into your touch and he’s asking you for more. please.

“d-don’t stop, unghhh!”

the sounds coming out of him were almost… girlish. how cute.

your hand that was working his cock sped up and your grip tightened and that made his hand reach out and grab your wrist. loosely. i mean, he wasn’t asking for a death wish.

sukuna trembled against your grasp, his body wracking with sensation as the waves of ecstasy crashed over him. he let out a gasp when he felt your teeth graze his ear which made you chuckle.

for a such a grumpy man, he was pretty when he came. so carefree. your thumb pulled at his bottom lip, as you heard him let out a sharp “hic—!”

you let him sit there until he’s able to breathe normally without a sharp inhale.

“another round then?” you chime teasingly.

sukuna rolled his eyes,

“oh f-fuck off.”

a/n: i wanted to write this but i had no idea how to write it. anyway, hope you liked it :)

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nanami kento wasn't a gentle man, he was a follower of the rules, always strictly professional, and he had originally planned to stay that way until you came along.

his eye-catching assistant.

you had managed so easily to get under his skin and he hated it. he hated the way you looked at him like you knew something about him that he didn't.

and just how did you manage to sneak under nanami's office desk right as his meeting started with a room full of people? he should've known. you were sneaky like that—your hands roam up his thighs—and clearly up to no good.

nanami couldn't afford for anyone to spot you, so he kept his hands clenched together tightly, resting them on the table.

how did he let it go this far? was it perhaps that maybe he liked your touch? the touch from the person he swore he hated? his own assistant?

nanami's heartbeat began to spike as you quietly unzipped his pants and took him into your mouth. he let out a choked gasp and slapped a hand over his mouth as everyone looked at him. his other hand tangles in your hair, pushing your head all the way down, your nose touching his navel in the process. you would've laughed at his antics if your mouth wasn't filled with his pathetic cock.

nanami subconsciously guided your head up and down his cock, his mind on overload.

"agh—i apologize i think i have the hiccups. continue please."

he tries hard to maintain his composure for the sake of everyone in the room but your mouth feels so fucking good that he almost wants to drool.

nanami can't take it anymore.

he ends the meeting with a quick "i believe i'll have to think about it. i'll let you know in a few hours. meeting dismissed."

once everyone is gone and the door closes, he doesn't hold back a single moan, groan, whine - anything.

right as nanami feels like he's going to cum, you pull away with an annoying pop, a grin on your face as you watch the frustration on his face rise to the surface. you finally stand, looking down at him in the chair.

"did you really think i'd let you get what you want so easily? not without a little fun of my own."

he groans, leaning back in his office chair, his neck on display, murmuring under his breath about you being a “fucking tease.”

“i’m gonna have to do something about that foul mouth, huh?” you tilt your head, eyeing him.

nanami’s jaw visibly clenches, before turning in his chair to face you, spreading his legs wider, “well then, i don’t see you doing anything about it now.”

you smile stepping closer to him, “who’s being the fucking tease now?”

you lean to his ear and he takes in a sharp inhale, “fine, i’ll show you just how much you’ll regret ever saying that.”

a/n: i contemplated over a lot of endings for this and ended up leaving it open to your interpretation. anyway, this is my first ever post with nanami so i hope you liked it!

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ryomen sukuna could’ve been described as a classic fuckboy, but he isn’t. he’s obsessed with you and he’s only had sex with you once. but thats all it took for him to get hooked onto you.

sure, sukuna plays around in many others’ beds, he always has. but now, after you, he imagined that he’d been having sex with you ever since.

embarrassingly, he’s moaned your name into ears that aren’t yours. he chases that feeling of how you felt against him, how you touched him.

sukuna can’t find you in anyone else. but he’s stubborn and confident that you were just a plain fuck for him. he’s at a constant battle with himself, but he ends up on your front doorstep in the end.

he’s not sure how he ended up on his knees, touching himself whilst you watched, but he loved every second of time he could squeeze out of you.

it felt good to have your attention after all this time. he could moan your name without feeling embarrassed because you were really here and he wasn’t imagining it.

“whats your body count now, hm? are you in the 300’s yet, whore?”

sukuna could only whine and murmur a small “fuck off” with his brain being overloaded at his hands wrapped around his dick.

he hears your quick footsteps approaching him and his eyes snap open but he has no time to react to you tangling your fingers in his hair and jerking his head up to stare up at you. tears well up in his eyes as the pain fuzzily turns to a pleasure.

“what’s that? surely you haven’t forgotten your place, have you? you were the one who pathetically showed up at my doorstep begging for just the tiniest bit of my attention and i was generous to grant you that because as you know the whole town has been inside of you. and who would want a whore like that?”

sukuna’s hands paw at your thighs as he sobs, pressing his head into your stomach, muttering a small “‘m sorry.”

you release his hair, dropping your arms to your sides with a sigh. you don’t say anything and that scares him deeply.

sukuna’s sobs increase, his breathing erratic as he fails to get out many “i’m sorry’s.”

you still say nothing.

“fifty-two.” he finally mutters with a hic.

you crouch down to his level, gently taking his chin between your fingers. you release a small breath, “what a good boy. now was that really so hard? i’m surprised that you’re still that low as you have a well-known history.”

sukuna looks down, avoiding looking at you.

“look at me.” his eyes snap up to look at you, afraid of what you’ll do if he doesn’t. are you going to kick him out? are you going to tell him to never speak to you again? so many possibilities.

but when you lean in and whisper in his ear, “i didn’t tell you that you could stop touching yourself.” a shiver runs through his body and his neck subconsciously leans, giving you room to mark him.

you watch with chuckle, “you really are such a whorish man.”

who are you to ignore such a tempting invitation?

a/n: i’m going to try and write some more smut for you guys, but i'm very very out of practice. anyway, i hope you enjoyed reading this.

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ryomen sukuna was not sure what it was about you. the way you made him question all of his decisions. the way you didn’t let anyone get a firm grasp on you. the way you wouldn’t let properly claim you. his ego just cannot bare it.

it was if he had been cursed, which is humorous because he, himself, is the king of curses.

you had such an addictive aura. a fiery one. one that he could not let go of.

and he would be lying if he said that he wasn’t enjoying the situation he had put himself in. even if it meant bending his poor ego.

“damn you.” sukuna groaned, his fingers digging into the arms of his chair.

“be careful of what you say.” you murmur sweetly in his ear.

you could disappear and he wouldn’t be able to do a single thing about it. you tilt your head curiously, wondering what he’s pondering in that chaotic mind of his.

his eyes snap open and his hand possessively grabs your arm, assuring himself that you won’t disappear from his view.

you scoff, roughly shaking off sukuna’s hand. you cup his chin, looking into his eyes, seeing nothing but deeply hidden fear. not really a shock that you could see that, you’ve completely flipped sukuna’s world upside down.

“don’t tell me that you can’t function without me anymore.” you chuckle, not even believing the words coming out of your mouth.

he stays silent and you know you have your answer. you raise an eyebrow at his silent behavior. his hands reach for your waist, his forehead resting against your stomach as he growls as if angry with himself.

“i don’t want to feel this way. i don’t need to.” he grips your waist tighter as he talks.

“are you so sure? i would bet my life that your heart’s racing so fast right now.” you comment with a smile.

sukuna raises his head, his jaw clenching. you drag a hand down his chest slowly, feeling the unsteady, fast beat of his pathetic heart. he grabs your arm, not to stop you, but to keep your hand there.

“help me… please.” sukuna murmurs with a low whine. you wouldn’t have heard it if it weren’t for his whine.

you freeze, clenching your jaw, your hand on his chest gripping his kimono for dear life.

it only takes so much for your control to break.

your head bows for a moment before you slowly look up, leaning your face close to his, your lips so close to touching. sukuna is shuddering very slightly at the closeness of your mouth to his.

“what do you want me to help you with exactly?”

while maintaining eye contact with you, sukuna begins to guide the hand that was on his chest lower and lower…

a/n: this literally is so bad, i haven’t written a single thing since december of LAST year. EMBARRASSING! anyway, i may make a part 2 with a lil smth. but who knows? - i don’t... sigh

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i’m thinking HARD about afab toji fushiguro. how he would be as you play with his pathetic cunt.

“so wet.” you comment, giving his bare pussy a light slap, making toji jump and arch his back toward you.

“i want you inside.” toji murmurs, a haze over his eyes as he looks at you.

you thrust two fingers inside, lightly chuckling as toji rides your fingers with a shiver, you finally reply, “yeah? do you deserve it?”

“nghh—yes—anggh! want your dick inside~” toji babbles, grabbing your crotch, making you hiss and purposefully curl your fingers inside toji, making his eyes roll back as his body shakes with an orgasm.

you continue thrusting your fingers and toji whines, “no, i can’t! no - stop!”

you lean closer to him, using your free hand to grab his chin roughly and make him look at you as you left kisses down his neck.

“thought you wanted me inside.” you tease, slipping your fingers out of toji and shoving them into his mouth.

toji gags at your fingers reaching so far down his throat. his hands paw at your hand, eyes watering. yet toji still sucks on your fingers, desperate to please you. you lightly chuckle and finally pull your fingers out of his mouth after a enjoyable moment of watching him struggle. he gasps for air, coughing.

you wrap your arms around him and kiss the side of his head, sighing, “if you can’t even handle that - how will you take my dick down your tight fucking throat?”

toji whines, his cunt throbbing, pathetically clenching around air. even from the thought of being overstimulated, he wants you. you guide toji’s hand to your belt.

“but still—it’s your choice.” you say with a shrug.

toji’s eyes are locked on your erection poking through your pants. you smile as toji’s hands fumble to undo your belt. he’s panting like a bitch in heat.

“i want it.” toji rasps out.

“good fucking boy.” you praise as he spreads his legs for you as you start to undo your belt.

a/n: i fucking hate everything about the way i wrote this. & idk what i should write next😢…

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“nghhh—but i-i’m not p-pathetic!” gojo satoru cried as he rode faster on your dick.

“if you’re taking my dick, you sure are, slut.” you state, smacking gojo’s already red ass.

tears welled up in gojo satoru’s very blue eyes as he left red marks down your chest. his sobs and pleas filled the room and were just absolute music to your ears.

“yet you fuck yourself on it and claim it to be yours.” you continue, watching his body shudder and shake as he keeps trying to take you in.

“it is mine. no one else can have you ~ aghh!” gojo is in shambles as you grab his hips and push him down on your dick as far as possible.

“you know better than to tease me.” you say, roughly taking his chin in your hand.

you’re sure you can see hearts in gojo’s eyes. his mouth is slightly open as if wanting a kiss. you run a finger over gojo’s bottom lip, and it quivers.

“kiss…?” gojo whines, its the least he could have if he couldn’t keep riding you.

“i’ve really fucked you up, huh.” you murmur under your breath.

he’d been stubborn at the start - now gojo’s brain turned to mush for you.

you kiss gojo roughly, and his hands started to wonder on your body. you pull away after a moment, your lips still slightly touching his, you could feel his cold breath fanning against your lips, and he whimpers, still wanting to kiss you.

gojo leaned closer and nipped at your bottom lip, tugging it and letting it go.

it only took a few seconds for you to snap - flipping gojo over on his back. he lets out a surprised breath.

“teasing me? again? thats 2 strikes. you wanna tease me? its my fucking turn.” you gritted out, locking gojo’s hands tightly above his head with just one of your hands.

all you knew was that gojo was in for long night that involved lots and lots of edging.

a/n: been a while guys… gained A LOT of followers. why do you guys like me after i left you for over 3 months 🙁? also tumblr decided to flag my blog so i felt even more unmotivated to write.

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you’ve never know miguel o’hara to be like this. clinging to you, on his knees in front of you like you’ll disappear if he lets go of you.

“i didn’t know that woman was going to touch me—i should’ve seen through her and her true intentions, but i love you, (y/n), not that girl - i don’t even know her damn name. don’t leave me because of this.” miguel murmured.

“i’m not mad, miguel.”

“you’re lying.” he replies, rubbing your knee comfortingly.

“fine, want me to be mad? make it up to me and i won’t leave you.” you command, tangling your fingers in miguel’s hair and pulling him toward your crotch.

say no more (y/n).

miguel can’t help but mouth over the crotch of your shorts, the clothes separating him from really tasting you. his hands gripping your plush thighs, eyes begging.

“jus’ wanna be good f’you—please.” miguel whines, his hips thrusting into the empty air, his hands inching into your shorts.

you grab miguel’s hands tightly and he whines.

“i won’t let another woman touch me ever - no matter the situation. let me make you feel good.” miguel pleads, taking your hand and pressing a light kiss to it.

“you’re so pathetic.” you voice, watching as miguel wastes no time pulling your shorts off and burying his head between your thighs, desperate to hear your sounds of praise.

miguel is feeling too good that he can’t help but mindlessly hump your leg - his mind hazy from your addicting scent. the friction of his dick in his pants rubbing against your leg make him let out a deep groan in your pussy, his fingers desperately digging into your waist.

“you’re being a good boy for once, how rare.” you moan, pushing miguel’s mouth closer to your pussy as you finally cum after just a few minutes alone with miguel’s tongue.

you take a look at the mess on his knees for you. miguel’s mouth wet from your slick, his dick threatening to escape from his pants - a wet spot staining it from his pre. though he makes no move to unzip his pants, awaiting your next command.

good boy.

though what he does next makes you horny again. miguel takes his thumb and collects your slick and sucks it all off.

“you’re lucky this time. pick your reward.” you voice, resting your chin on your palm, eyes watching miguel.

he doesn’t wait more than a second to respond, already knowing what he wants, “can i taste you again?”

you had the best husband.

a/n: i have so many new followers. thank you guys sm for supporting me!

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watching as miguel o’hara whines at you, his hands gripping your shirt as you bite him. your venom was special—it allowed you to choose where to use it. if miguel hadn’t been such a fucking asshole, you two would’ve never been in this situation to begin with.

oh, how this punishment was sure to break miguel. you’d waited patiently as the numbness took over. you glanced at miguel’s dick to still see it hard as ever, pathetically dripping pre.

miguel lightly gasped when he found out exactly where you had put your venom. miguel did not tear himself away from you, he slightly glanced at you, and gave you a light nod for you to continue.

his eyes never leave your face as you sink your mouth on his cock. the scene in front of him made him gasp in pleasure. miguel never knew that he could feel like this, feeling good without feeling anything from his dick.

the constant lewd noises of your mouth engulfing him make miguel whimper, his face tinting a light red. his hands just ache to touch you.

“what’s wrong?” you taunt, tracing your tongue over the slit of his dick.

“i can’t feel a-anything… but it feels so—st-strange…” miguel mumbles, his eyes locked on your mouth.

you hold miguel’s dick still and give it a light slap, making him flinch even when he can’t feel it. miguel digs his fingers into his thighs. he desperately wants to feel.

you lightly jerk him off, miguel can’t stop his moans from spilling from his mouth. miguel feels disgusting—why is he feeling pleasure when he can’t even fucking feel his dick?

and once again, you were back to sucking him off. miguel can’t help it any longer. the muscles in his stomach contract and he moans, cumming without a single feel.

you press a light kiss to miguel’s dick and he shudders at the intimate feeling it had. it feels like his dick didn’t belong to him. and he was right, it wasn’t his dick, it belonged to you. you could do whatever to it—miguel had no right to even touch it, even if it was attached to him.

a/n: THIS IDEA WAS FUCKING ROTTING MY BRAIN SO BAD. so i had to write it even though i said i was taking a break… 🙁!!! i promised myself that i’d take a break from miguel too 😞. failed. i want to dom that man so bad 😮‍💨.

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peter b. parker is a sucker for gentle sex. he thrives off your praises when he’s inside you.

you feel so good inside that peter can’t help but thrust up inside you. watching peter’s ears turn red when you touch him all over. peter is very obedient, leaning into your every touch.

“doing so good f’me, peter. fucking me so good.” you murmur in his ear and he shivers.

watching as peter’s eyes roll back, his body shivering under you.

“you’d better be quiet, mayday will hear you.” you whisper.

peter can’t help it—his mouth releases even louder moans. so loud that you have to cover his mouth, whispering sweet nonsense to him.

peter’s dick hits a spot that makes you groan and rest your head against his shoulder. peter takes that as an opportunity and thrusts continuously in the exact same spot. he wants to make you feel good.

“cum for me, honey, you know you want to.” you voice, watching peter’s eyes glaze over as he fills you up, cumming until he can’t anymore.

a/n: might take a break for a week or two—maybe more. i need motivation to write 😜. also, peter’s masterlist is out now! 🎉

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to others, you were a scary curse that commanded to be obeyed, to sukuna, you were his precious mistress, his queen. sukuna would do anything for you.

sukuna bit his lip as he stared at your thighs, your dress revealing more than he liked to everyone else - even if you were alone with him at the moment. sukuna never liked prying eyes. even if you didn’t belong to him, he’d always kill the men and women that dared look at the areas you only allowed him to look at.

“you’re staring, what is it?” you questioned as you worked on a scribe.

“i’m hungry, my queen.” sukuna whispered, coming up from behind you, and placing a hand on your bare thigh gently, as if not wanting to anger you.

your face didn’t change. you were focused on work. sukuna lowered himself onto his knees.

“c’monnnn~” sukuna whined, placing kisses on your thigh.

“pay attention to me.” sukuna continued, resting his chin on your thigh, his desperate eyes waiting for yours to look into his.

finally, you’d directed your attention to him. there’s a reason that sukuna was your only slave, you hate when they beg for attention.

“if you’re hungry, go eat something. you don’t need my permission to do normal everyday necessities.” you replied, taking a very deep breath then continuing to write.

sukuna had slyly smiled at you at that, though you didn’t see his smile - you were already back to working. suddenly you felt a finger pull down your panties and seconds later a tongue eagerly lapped at your pussy, making you grip your pen tightly that it snapped in half.

sukuna sucked at your clit, desperate to taste you. after all, he was hungry.

“you damn brat.” you mutter, abandoning your work and tangling your fingers into sukuna’s hair.

sukuna purred at the degradation, his teeth grazing your clit.

“so this is what you were hungry for?” you moaned, pulling sukuna’s head closer to your pussy.

sukuna hummed in response, his tongue pushing inside you, you tightened around his tongue, making his groan and hold your thighs. you may just suck him inside, not that he wouldn’t like that.

sukuna felt so hot and weak, your red eyes locked on his face. he had no doubt you were smirking at him. sukuna continued to suck and lap at you. you finally came with a raspy groan, it made sukuna hard just to touch you. sukuna happily sucked up your juices, groaning at your taste.

sukuna was going to continue lapping at you for another orgasm, and you were fine with that but you wanted to take a look at sukuna first. you pulled sukuna’s head away from your pussy, and he whined in disapproval.

sukuna’s face glistened with sweat and your juices. he looked pathetic. his eyes were glazed over, his gaze locked on your bare pussy with hunger. he wanted more.

“hungry.” was the only word he could murmur, before diving back in.

you lightly gasped, caught off guard, but you quickly recovered, massaging sukuna’s head with a pleased smile on your face, “good boy. pleasuring your queen so good, slave.”

sukuna could never see himself above you. sukuna may become your husband, but he’ll never be the king of curses, because you’ll always fulfill both titles. sukuna knows his place - under your control.

a/n: OKAY, this was supposed to be shorter but the writing got away from me and it kept getting longer 😭🙏!! also we def need more sub sukuna dw i got ur back. & trying to get over my miguel o’hara obsession, the struggle is horrible. my fingers want to write abt him so bad 😫.

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izuku midoriya is nothing but a whiny little bitch in your hands. thrusting helplessly into your hand, small whines escaping his mouth. he wouldn’t dare try to stop you. you could do whatever you wanted to izuku and he’d love it.

“l-love your hand s’much! oh please, can i cum?” he’d begged, tears threatening to fall from his eyes.

“of course you can, izuku.” you say gently, raking your free hand up and down izuku’s arm, goosebumps appearing in their wake.

izuku came with a cry, his body shaking to your touch, whining your name over and over. izuku loves your touch so much that he’s addicted to you.

he’ll never let you go. izuku midoriya belongs to only you and no one will change that.

a/n: i for one would just love to tease midoriya, he’s such a cutie.

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with his claws digging into your arm, practically begging you to go faster, miguel o’hara really was pathetic. miguel had asked to fuck you, but instead he’d fucked a toy.

now, you’d sat between miguel’s open legs and fucked him and with the toy as punishment. how could you be so nice and miguel fucked up and got a punishment instead?

“doesn’t feel as good as yours!” miguel whined, as you squeezed the onahole around him.

“ngh—i want to fuck yours!” miguel begs, fat tears falling down his face, the slosh of the lube inside the toy making him ache badly.

“no, you’ll cum in this fake pussy instead.” you say, quickening your pace on his red, swollen cock.

“mnghhh, n-no!” miguel wailed, his face revealing that he’s about to cum.

“fine, cum by yourself.” you say, completely stopping your movements, still holding it for miguel as he took no time and began thrusting his hips upward immediately.

shameless wails escaped miguel as he fucked the toy at the best of his ability. right as he was about to cum, you’d ripped the toy off miguel’s dick, making him sputter out ‘no’s’ and ‘please’s’, thrusting up into the empty air.

“i was kidding, i’d never give you what you want so easily, miguel.” you’d replied, making more tears fall down miguel’s face.

miguel’s just so terrible at handling edging and it justs turns you on to see him cry so prettily.

a/n: i LOVED writing this. okay... i definitely need to take a break from miguel. i just need motivation to write other characters 😭🙏.

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the miguel o’hara was balls deep fucking your pussy, cries spilling out from his mouth, his claws dragging down your waist.

just one second in your pussy and miguel was already cumming. miguel was always so focused on saving the multiverse that he had no time for women, making him extremely sensitive. you loved that about him, his body was honest.

“my beautiful, good boy.” you praise, moans coming from your mouth.

miguel’s hips stuttered, suddenly feeling overstimulated. miguel wanted more than his body could accept. that’s why you always trained him to handle the overwhelming feeling.

“keep going, you know you want to,” you whisper in miguel’s ear, making his face red, and whine as his cock gets hard again inside you.

a/n: ofc i had to get at least one fem reader on miguel’s masterlist! writing male dom reader is really fun ngl 😏…

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The continuous slap of your skin to Miguel’s made his face flush. Just thinking about your cock buried in his tight hole made Miguel whimper and ache for you. Miguel gasps, gripping the balcony ‘til his knuckles turned white.

“We n-need to stop. We’ll get c-caught.” Miguel moans.

“What’s so wrong with that?” You tease, your teeth nipping at his earlobe.

Miguel let out cries, making you thrust two fingers into his mouth, making his sounds muffled.

“I would love to hear you let out sounds, but it seems you really do want to be caught.”

“If we do get caught. I’ll leave you here, all hard. And we both know you can’t get off without me.”

Muffles of him trying to talk through your fingers that were stuffed in his mouth made you grin.

“Hm? What was that? I should leave you now?” You say, running your hands down his slutty waist.

Miguel shook his head violently. His drool was now dripping down your fingers. What a slut.

You take your fingers out of Miguel’s mouth and stop your thrusts inside him, “Answer this for me. Who’s orgasm is more important?”

Miguel’s voice is raspy when he replies, “Yours.”

“Mmm, that’s right.” You reply, running a hand down his bare back, making goosebumps appear and the muscles on his back flex.

Miguel tries to push his ass further on your dick, but you spank him hard on his ass, to which Miguel yelps.

“You’ll take exactly what I give you and no more. Got it?” You state.

Miguel murmurs a response. You wrap a hand around the front of his neck and pull him up against you. Miguel leans his head onto your shoulder, his eyes locked onto yours.

“Was that a smart-ass response?” You demand.

“No.” He whispers.

He’s lying through his teeth. Everyone may think Miguel’s good at lying. He’s not. You see right through him everytime.

“Liar. Tell me exactly what you said. Cause you’re really starting to piss me off where I don’t want anything to do with you anymore.”

Miguel lets out a light gasp, shocked at your hurtful words. Of all things Miguel’s said, why shouldn’t you be able to talk back to him just as hurtful? You want him to hurt.

“I said that I’ll take whatever I want.” Miguel says softly that you barely hear it.

“It’s funny that you had the nerve to say that when my dick is up your ass and I’m the one in control, not you.”

“‘m sorry. I just wanted you to make me feel good…” Miguel murmurs.

“The only reason you’re here is to make me feel good. To hell if you feel good.”

Miguel’s eyes water, but he says nothing else. You finally sigh, pulling out of him.

“Did I go too far?” You ask, a hand resting on Miguel’s bare hip.

Miguel shakes his head, “No.”

“Then get your ass inside so I can fuck you more.” You reply, walking inside.

Miguel’s ear tint red. You always were very blunt with your desires toward Miguel. Miguel actually preferred when you degraded him like that. He loves when you make him hurt.

Miguel had many kinks and you knew about every single one. He loved the idea of being watched but he was a tad uncomfortable because it was his first time trying that out and you saw that.

Miguel gulped as he walked inside. He just knew his face was beet red.

“I want you on the bed, lying on your back.” You command, and Miguel did as he was told, and you climb on top of him.

“My intention was not to make you cry. I’m not good at feelings.” You say softly, placing kisses carefully down his body.

“I-It’s okay,” Miguel says, feeling embarrassed, and covering his face with his hands.

You were never like this.

“I am not a gentle dom either. But, you knew exactly what you signed up for.” You say, suddenly biting into his thigh.

Miguel flinched and let out a loud moan, fisting the sheets beside him.

“You’re a whore. But… You’re my whore.” You continue, licking the bite.

“You’re always free to use your safeword. Yet, you never do. Because it all feels good, no matter what I do to you.” You say, sinking your teeth onto another part of his thigh.

You lick over the bite as you did with the other one before glancing up at the mess of the man you made.

“I’m right, no?” You finish, rubbing the outside of his thighs, slowly sliding them open.

“Yes. Fuck yes.” Miguel moans.

He was such a slut for physical touch. Yours only, of course.

“Mmm, I know you best.” You reply.

“Only you.” Miguel corrects innocently.

“Yes, that’s right.” You say, your cock tapping at his entrance, making Miguel visibly gulp.

You lean down, your lips almost touching, making sure his eyes are locked on you before slowly guiding your cock inside him.

“I missed your dick.” Miguel whines.

“Only been a few minutes, baby.” You chuckle.

“Felt like forever—nngh!” Miguel is cut off by you thrusting hard into him.

“Hush. I only want sounds from you.” You state, running a finger over his mouth to shush him.

“You shouldn’t try to form coherent sentences when you know you won’t be able to when I’m done with you.”

Miguel’s cries make you want to ruin him even more. His hole wrapped around your cock so good. You wanted to do terrible things to him. And he’d let you.

Miguel whined your name and pulled you close, making you groan at his sudden actions, and he kissed you. It might’ve seemed innocent to others, but you knew Miguel and you also felt his fangs glide across your bottom lip. Miguel lunges and you chuckle, slapping a hand over his forehead, keeping his head down.

It’s always times like this where Miguel loses control and tries to bite you. Never once has he succeeded. You were no fool. You knew what his venom did.

“I just want a taste.” Miguel says with an innocent smile, his tongue gliding over his fangs.

You fuck Miguel harder, so he loses focus, and he does exactly that. His fangs still poke out, his mouth is wide open as he continuously moans, his eyes screwed shut.

“Just take it like a good slut, hm?” You degrade, taking your hand off his forehead, continuing with your fast pace, both of your hands gripping his waist.

You trusted Miguel not to try and bite you again. If he did, he’d really be in for it.

“It’s not that hard is it? Just let go for me, El.” You whisper in his ear.

You pulled out his favorite nickname. He loves when you call him El. Miguel’s cock throbs at being untouched the entire time.

Miguel grabs a fistful of your hair to keep you close to him. His fangs graze over your neck, but he doesn’t bite. Miguel only sucks and nips at your skin.

You feel Miguel’s cock rub against your stomach and you smile as he tries to get off faster.

“Look at your pathetic dick, twitching desperately.” You say, and Miguel cries out when he feels your hand wrap around it.

“Gonna cummmm—can I cum for y-you, please?”

You kiss his neck with a grin, “Go ahead, cum for me, El.”

“(Y/n)—mmghh!” Miguel whined, his dick coating your hand in his cum.

Miguel’s fangs ached to bite you. Not to claim you or mark you. Miguel just genuinely wanted to bite you to find out how your blood tasted.

Miguel watched as you came right after him. Your focus breaking as you filled him with your cum. Miguel felt so warm, so full. Now, he wanted to bite you even more.

Just as you were about to open your eyes, Miguel bit into your neck. You groaned as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close.

“You asshole.” Was the only thing you could say before you felt all of your muscles relaxing.

Miguel smiled innocently against your neck as he licked the bite clean, “‘m sorry. Got hungry.”

You two were going another round after the paralyzation wore off. And you were going to be rougher and fuck him even harder, whether Miguel O’hara liked it or not.

a/n: i feel like i’m writing too much of miguel… it’s not a crime so anyway 😝. i wish miguel was real so i could mess him up myself 😞, ig i can only dream… and honestly i have no motivation to write for any other character but miguel :(

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as you towered over miguel o’hara, his breathing began to get harder.

“what? can you not handle the power i have over you?” your voice is calm yet so rough - so dominating.

no words could escape miguel as you began to run your fingers over his suit-covered body. your fingers left goosebumps in their wake. you were so tall, taller than miguel, it made the experience to him so worth the wait. just a simple glance at you made miguel embarrassingly hard through his suit.

how did you get him to bend over for you so fast? answer… miguel was a horny bastard. you made miguel feel so weak inside, so obedient to do whatever you pleased with him.

“oh—fuck!” miguel whined, grabbing his desk, his knuckles turning white from how good he felt.

you offered to take miguel somewhere more private, to which he declined. he couldn’t wait. miguel and you could get caught but he didn’t care, he felt good.

“such a whore for my cock. couldn’t even wait another second.” you degrade, tangling your fingers in his hair and pulling him back, making his back arch at the uncomfortableness of it.

“tell me how good i’m making you feel, miguel.” you demand, fucking him nice and slow - not how he wanted it.

you saying his name made his eyes roll back, a mix of sobs, moans, and cries uncontrollably spilling from his mouth. miguel could almost die from the pleasure.

“so, so g-good, (y/n)!” miguel slurred, drunk on the pleasure, making you fuck into him harder.

a/n: this was fun to write. i hope i wrote it the way you wanted it, @monkeytights!

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biting my lip so hard while thinking about miguel o’hara struggling to take your dick in his mouth, no matter the size. miguel’s practically drooling around your dick, tears prickled in his eyes, his eyes locked on your face. he feeds on your pleasure - quite literally.

miguel’s hands gripping your thighs, taking you deeper into his mouth, moaning around you.

“not so confident now, eh?” you taunt.

miguel was about to pull away from your dick to retort something from his smart-ass mouth, before he could, you forced his mouth to deep-throat you.

his eyes widened as he gagged, his grip on your thighs tightening, tears threatening to fall. miguel could be your toy with you continuing to fuck his mouth to chase your own pleasure.

“i don’t want to hear any more from that filthy mouth of yours when you could be gagging and crying on my cock.” you end, and miguel nods desperately around your dick, tracing his tongue all over.

a/n: getting more into writing male and gn readers lately and its really fun to write tbh.

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