Sexy boy.
ᢉ𐭩 miguel o hara/fem!reader
.ᐟ cw: cock riding, ear licking, shift in power dynamics, reader removes condom at the end, miguel and reader are third year college students, oh and its your first time having sex together :)
a/n: this has been in my drafts for about a week now. I wrote this at three in the morning while I was ovulating ok. art by hamburgerald
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You remember the times when Miguel would be so hesitant and awkward to even brush his fingertips on your arm, how he would be so embarrassed, trying to hide his boner when he received a hug from you. It was evident that he didn't have much experience; most of his time was allotted to studies and other college organizations he's a part of. Sure, he's had a few kisses and some action, but it wasn't enough to be bold.
The once shy lover boy is now being ridden, under your mercy. Your hips roll in rhythm with his groans and moans, the grip on your ass tightens as you smile—milking him as much as you can. The bed creaks, and the headboard bangs harder at each thrust you make.
You chuckle softly, the sound mixing with your moans. "Yeah? You like that?" Your lips curl into a teasing smile as you watch his gaze travel from your wet cunt to your pretty face.
His eyes plead in pleasure, his nose scrunching for a split second before gathering the energy to reply. "You feel so—" His sentence gets cut off as you lower yourself to suck on his neck. He grunts, almost drooling. "So fucking good."
Your breathless laugh against his neck goes straight to his cock. You insisted that he doesn't need to wear a condom, but he refused—wanting to last longer, to stay inside you for as long as he can.
"How about we do this… let's say once a week?" Lips graze against his cheek, your nose going up and down—his words finding a way out of his gritted teeth. Your thumb is rubbing circles on the other side of his cheek.
He would've said something like "Why just once a week?" But you're both students chasing that degree. His logical and intuitive brain never turns off, even when he's drunk from sex.
“Whatever you want, ma.” Translation: use me however you want.
"We could also…" Your lips don't lift off from his cheek; they glide to his ear. "Try different things."
"Yeah?"
"Every week, we try something new."
His rich, soft laugh overlaps with the wet sounds of intimacy. "Like what?"
"Like this." His half-lidded eyes turn into full moons when you work your tongue on his earlobe, wetting the concha and stopping the tip of your tongue at the entrance. You lick his ear in a pattern, almost in a freeform shape—however you desire. Not only filling his outer ear with physical pleasure, but also his senses with your moans.
His hips lift upward, and a grunt escapes his lips without his permission, chasing his end. The tip of his cock hits your spot over and over, faster and faster. At this point, you're not the one riding him anymore; you're just on top of him as he uses you.
This makes you grip his shoulders, bitching and moaning like the little slut you are against his clavicle. "M- Miguel—I'm supposed to be—"
He doesn't bother to listen to what you have to say; he lifts you just by a few inches to give him leverage to properly fuck you hard and how you deserve. "Cum on my dick the way you came on my tongue." Alcohol isn't the only thing that could make your subconscious confident. Turns out libido does the same.
Your body's overwhelmed with ecstasy, reflecting in your teary eyes. "Can you do that for me, mi amor? I would be the happiest man alive," he says breathlessly, resting his cheek on your head, while you just accept your control being taken away from you.
Your breasts rub against his pecs. The hours you put into yourself before meeting with him have become nothing but a waste of time, as he enjoys the mess you are right now.
"Miguel—"
"Again."
"Miguel!"
Your bodies intertwine as your orgasms hit, his thick cum seeming like such a waste for being inside a condom instead of painting your walls that are wet and always ready for him. Your pussy pulses and tightens around his cock—your body trembling from the overwhelming, best orgasm you’ve ever had.
"So fucking tight and needy," he says as you both catch your breaths. His still-hard cock slips out of you as you rest on his chest—his arms wrapping around you.
Once your mind finally clears out the clouds, you notice his hand wrapping around your waist and his other reaching for the box of condoms on the nightstand. You lift yourself enough to look at him and stop him.
"No."
He looks at you, confused—but understanding. "Do you… want to stop?"
"No. I want you to fill me up," you say almost immediately, reaching out for his length to set him free from the plastic—a waste.
Your desperate and needy state rewards you with his smirk and condescending stare. "I'll fill you up so much it leaks out of that pretty pussy of yours."
