miguel is like 6’7 so it’s safe to say he does tower over you, but that stops absolutely nothing. he would totally love to watch you fuck him in a mirror. it doesn’t matter the position, as long as he could see the way you absolutely tear him apart.

miguel knows to keep his hands obediently behind him as you rail him from behind. the sheets are soaked in tears and his saliva but he could not care less as he turned his head to watch your reflection in the mirror.

it doesn’t help that you’re talking him through it either, he’s a fucking mess. “look at how i’m fucking you, miguel. so tall and big.” you mutter from behind him, eyes locked on the sight of your cock entering and leaving him.

this ask genuinely made me melt when i got it gosh

just switching up your pace from leisurely fucking into him to treating him as if he were a toy for your use. the inconsistency would make him nearly sob as he begs you to stick to one or the other, or simply let him cum.

and don’t even get me started on dressing him up a little!! putting him in mascara or eyeliner that you know with be sure to run down his cheeks because you fully intend on making him cry.

hobie would whine from underneath you as you slowed down your pace once again, choking out a sob as his thighs wrapped themselves around your waist like a vice. one of his hands grabbed at your shoulder while the other gripped the sheets.

“please, love, please,” he mutters, “i can’t take it anymore, i can’t come like this.” he cries, and the mascara runs even more. “what’s the matter? i thought you hated consistency sweet girl?” you’d tease, using a thumb to smear at his cheeks where the makeup has clumped up a little.

he’s cry out at the name, clenching around you and pulling you even closer if possible. “i don’t- i’m-“ his brain would nearly be turned to absolute mush. and soon he’d be mindlessly apologizing as if that would get you to give into his wishes.

anon i don’t blame u at all holy fuck

hobie who’s never seen the big idea with getting ate out. he’s experienced getting ate out before and it was never anything special. so when you wanted to do it, he just shrugged his shoulders and let you because why not?

and then you’re only a few seconds in and he’s already whining. his thighs close around your head almost immediately after you begin suckling on his clit bc holy hell he’s never felt that before. and he cums so fast!!

he’s reaching down and touching any part of you that he could reach, breathing out curses and pleas. “love, love, please i-i’m gonna- fuck,” he whimpers, body relaxing into the pillows as he cums all over your face.

eating miguel out after you just came inside him. consider. hes crying from the overstim while you’re just telling its for cleanup

I LOVE THIS!!

the sight of your cum dripping out of him would definitely make you stop in your tracks. miguel would follow your line of sight and immediately get shy. his pretty pink and used hole winking at you as your cum trickles out.

before he could even process what was happening, you had a hold of his thighs and pulled him towards the foot of the bed as you dropped to your knees. he’d jolt and twitch the moment he felt your tongue on him. he’d whimper and whine, mindlessly mumbling about how sensitive he was as his thighs closed around your head. you shushed him a little, pressing small kisses along his inner thighs.

Also can i be 🚩anon?

i rlly think miguel would enjoy feminization a lot tbh! he knows how big and beefy he is and so the humiliation he’d feel when you call him a good girl or your sweet princess would have him cum almost immediately.

putting him in skirts and then overstimulating him so that his cum stains the fabric. then scolding him for “ruining his pretty skirt”.

the mini skirt you’d put him left little to the imagination, with his thick thighs making the fabric ride up and the way his cock was barely contained. the blush on his face would nearly be permanent.

you’d made him sit in your lap as you grope at his exposed skin, applying a little more pressure to his erogenous zones.