Pairing: miguel o’hara x curvy!f!reader
Warnings: 18+, body descriptions (reader is plus size/chubby), fluff + smut, a bit of body insecurity so be mindful, missionary, doggy, standing full nelson, mutual masturbation/exhibitionism, mirror fucking, thigh kink, face sitting, illusions to breeding kink HAHA, ermmm yeah that's it i think
Summary: miguel's dynamic with a voluptuous queen <3
A/N: tysm for 2000 followers!! I know I've been very shitty at staying active these past few months, but the fact that you're all STILL supporting me through my bs is so amazing. I love you all.
First off, Miguel will not tolerate any sort of body negativity from you. Your softness is his safe haven— the perfect balance to his sharp musculature. He’s made of edges: clawed hands, broad shoulders, a serrated personality held together with trauma and stubbornness. So the gentle roundness of your body is like heaven to him. If he ever catches you talking down on yourself? That smile on his face disappears. His voice gets all quiet and low, and he gently grabs your face in those big, calloused hands and kisses you like he’s trying to prove something. “Don’t do that,” Miguel murmurs against your skin. “You don’t get to say bad things about the woman I love.” The next second, he's feeding you your favourite dinner, running you a bath, and kissing every roll, stretch mark, freckle, scar, and spot on your body; worshipping your curvature until you forget about every insecurity you could ever muster up. You don’t even have to say something negative out loud. Miguel can tell by the way you pinch your stomach in the mirror, the way your smile falters when a photo doesn’t look the way you hoped, or when you cover yourself up around him like you’re hiding. He doesn’t stand for it. He’ll stop whatever he’s doing, pull you into his chest, and just hold you. No words, no pressure— just his heartbeat and his breath slowing to match yours. You are the perfect woman, something pulled from the pits of his imagination, and he sure as hell will make you feel like it for the rest of your life.
Even though I've established PDA is not Miguel's cup of tea, behind closed doors, that man is a fucking MENACE. He actually cannot fathom the thought of not touching you, and your softness only aids in his justification of such out of character clinginess. If you're lying on the couch watching a movie, Miguel doesn't hesitate to flop on top of you, crushing you under his weight and nuzzling his face in between your tits. His hands hold onto your plush waist, like he's trying to keep you from slipping away. But what does he tell you when you grin down at him? "What? You're warm." like he isn't borderline purring against you. He enjoys pampering you too, showing you that even when you're bloated, experiencing hormonal weight gain, or just plain self-loathing, that he can lift you with ease. He'll sit you on his lap while he's tinkering in his home office. He'll carry you around the apartment just for the fun of it. If you can't reach something in the kitchen cabinets, he'll give you a effortless boost. If there's an excuse to touch you and/or make you feel like a princess, Miguel is seizing the moment immediately.
Food is a big part of your relationship. Not only is it because Miguel likes to see you healthy and fed, but because its such a simple way for the two of you to bond. You cook dinner most nights and the two of you sit at the kitchen counter laughing while you indulge, or on date night Miguel will bring you to the fanciest restaurants in Nueva York, only for the two of you to end up in a KFC carpark because of the tiny ass portions, or Miguel will bring home takeout on nights where you're both home late. Regardless, it's shared knowledge that both of you can feel down about different parts of your appearance sometimes, but Miguel will absolutely never let that have any impact on eating together and the little moments of bliss you share whilst doing so.
BONUS HEADCANON: Miguel's favourite meal is pozole rojo, and when you make it for him, even if you do a shit job (for my lovelies that can't cook to save their lives), he absolutely ASCENDS to the heavens. You know what they say, the fastest way to a man's heart is through his stomach!! ;)
Miguel is adamant on the world changing for you, not the other way around. You complain about small, uncomfy chairs at a restaurant? Suddenly you're eating at home with a gorgeous, plush new dining set delivered that same week. Your jeans don’t fit right? He spends hours studying sizing charts and materials before presenting you with a pair he got made custom that fits so well you nearly cry. If your thighs chafe, he’s got ointments, oils, powders lined up like it’s a curated skincare shelf. “Relax, i just like taking care of you.” He'd shrug, as if he didn’t spend hours researching the best products. Because let’s be real— Miguel's love language is acts of service. He anticipates what you need before you even say it. And when you get all flustered about him doing too much, he just grins and says, “You take care of my heart. Let me take care of the rest.”
Miguel borderline studies every little thing about you. It could be the sultry things— like the sway of your hips when you walk, the way your love handles spill out in tight jeans, the rise and fall of your chest when you laugh, the jiggle of your thighs and ass when you flop into bed. Or it could be the uncomfortable things— like the way you squirm around when your boobs cause your back to ache, or the stretch marks on your hips, back, and thighs that you falsely deem "ugly", or the way you frown when a dress doesn't cover your butt or the sleeves on a shirt cut into your arms, or your hesitance to run anywhere due to all the unwanted bouncing. Or it could be the domestic, ordinary things— like the way his shirts hang off your shoulders, hug your tits, and then loosen over your stomach when you wear them, or the way you immediately un-suck your stomach and sigh the moment you step through the door, or the way you never hesitate to throw yourself at him because you trust that he'll catch you every time. Miguel always has his sharp red eyes on you, and he's infatuated with every little aspect of your being, the good and the bad. He wants to be in tune with every minor expression you make, because he worships every single part of you.
Miguel is a thigh man through and through. When you're fucking, there's always a degree of affection given to your supple quads. If Miguel's eating you out, head between your legs, he'll break away from your dripping cunt just to lazily nip and suck at the inner flesh of your thighs, so pussy-drunk that he's still moaning and panting as he licks a stripe up one leg until he's diving back in to tongue your cunt open. When he has you on your back, even though he wants your legs out of the way as to not obscure his view of your pretty face, Miguel still has to feel your thighs on him. Whether they're wrapped around his waist- velvet soft skin gliding and clenching against him, or your calves are over his shoulders and your thighs ripple against his abdomen with every deep thrust, Miguel just needs to feel them in some form. When he's hitting it from the back, his grip on your hips will not-so-subtly drift to your ass first, groping a fistful of flesh, before moving down to the top of your plump thighs, grabbing at them to spread you wider so that he can watch your pussy tense and spasm around the base of his fat cock, past loads dribbling down your legs in a way that has him feral. Then when you're spent after coming for the 'nth time, collapsed against his chest, Miguel will still find your thigh under the covers and draw lazy circles there with his fingertips, as if he needs that contact to ground himself after stuffing you full like a dog in heat.
Face sitting is a dream come true for Miguel. It's a way for him to assert that no matter how insecure you may feel, he'll be strong enough to accomodate you at any shape or size, and worship your body in the most rewarding manner. But aside from that, it's the just the perfect fantasy for this munch of a man. Being suffocated by your syrupy sweet pussy, feeling you rock against his face and hearing your muffled whines from above him, his hands being able to hold onto your thighs, grab at your ass, slide up your waist... it's heaven on earth. Because of this borderline desperation, Miguel gets reallllll pissed off if you attempt to hold yourself back and avoid sinking down on his mouth with your full body weight. "¿Qué coño te crees que estás haciendo?" Miguel would grumble, digging his fingers into the crevice of your love handles and pulling you down, practically smashing his arched nose into your cunt as he feels your thighs squeeze his temples in baseless protest, whining about how you'll "hurt him". Hurt who?? Certainly not your behemoth of a man who's already ascending as he shakes his head back and forth as while filthily lapping at your folds. He's a mutt when he's beneath you.
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: Miguel’s favourite position is missionary!! Not only is it because eye contact plays a huge part in his own comfort during sex, but because he gets the perfect display of every single inch of your body. And, as prefaced, Miguel cannot keep his hands to himself, and this trait becomes 1000% worse in bed. Having you splayed out beneath him means he gets to watch as his thick fingers roam over your body. His sharp red eyes fixate on the way the fat of your tits spill from his palms, the way your waist squirms and quivers beneath his grasp, the way your stomach forms a rippling bulge each time he bottoms out, and the way your thick hips buck up against his pelvis in a silent cry for more. Goshhhh this man gets so caught up in the fact that you look like a goddess rocking back and forth on his bed that he simply forgets to pull out, coating your warm 'n gooey insides with thick ropes of cum. Fortunately for him, it means that you'll be even plumper, even more ethereal, in just a few months time!! (breeding kink strikes again, wouldn't be a true violet-esque fic without it)
If you're having an off day when it comes to your body, Miguel has two different freaky solutions to fix that. Number one: fucking you in a full nelson in front of the mirror. Like, he's standing while he holds your thighs open, big hands slotted in the crease of your knees as he pistons you open. He whispers in your ear "Mantén los ojos abiertos. Watch what I'm doing to you, preciosa. Look at what you fucking do to me. My beautiful girl." while he bounces you up and down on his thick cock, cum and slick dripping onto the hardwood bedroom floors as you sit limp and spread open in against his chest.
Number two: he'll make you sit pretty for him in bed, propped up against the pillows, and watch you finger yourself. Sitting at the edge of the bed, Miguel will stroke his dick as he verbally guides you through your pleasure: "Just like that, hermosa. Bonito y lento." He wants to show you that your body makes his blood run dangerously hot, that you're his favourite muse. His perfect, personal pornstar. He'll be a panting mess as his slick fist pumps his shaft, staring without a single blink as your fingers sink into your cunt and your plush hips jerk under his gaze and you beg for him to touch you. Even though mutual masturbation is frustrating for the both of you, it definitely serves it's purpose. Because once the two of you cum like that, staring at each other in pure admiration for one another's beautiful bodies, you're jumping his fucking bones and letting Miguel reiterate his point with his cock— his point that you are so unbelievably perfect just the way you are.
I got really carried away with this to make up for falling off the face of the earth 😭😭
