ominous men, monsters and silly guys

-

"never?" miguel's words float around in a cloud of smoke, curling from his nostrils. "not even, like... by yourself?"

you exhale a burning lungful. "you can't make fun of me. not all of us can be you."

"i'm just surprised." he returns the joint and your fingers curl around it expectantly. "plus, you're overestimating my experience."

as if. you're playing a dangerous game, talking freely about sex. about your nipples. about how you've never been able to touch them, feel them the way pornstars can. you're too high to watch your words. "i just... i don't know. maybe there's some kind of mental block."

miguel is peering at you expectantly. you can't tell if it's been seconds or minutes since his last hit. you clear your throat, feeling a familiar fuzzy sensation prickling at your skin. "it's not, like, body issues, i don't think. i don't mind how they look." his eyes are boring into you. "whatever. mysteries of life, i guess."

"can i try?"

at least he has the decency to look embarrassed. his cheeks are dark, but his eyes are still locked on yours. "if not, that's fine," he rushes out. "i was just thinking that maybe it's the person, not--"

it only takes a couple awkward seconds of clambering before you're straddling his thighs. when his lips part for the joint you press to his mouth, you shudder. this doesn't have to mean anything. your hand closes around his wrist, feeling his pulse, the hair tickling your fingers. just friends with benefits. just a convenient arrangement.

even through your sweatshirt, his hands are warm as they knead the soft flesh of your chest. you let out an undignified whimper when he grazes your nipples, and he only lets go to let you tug off the extra layer.

"i knew it." his breath is hot against your ear and the sensation on your bare skin makes you squirm. "used to fuck myself thinking about these tits, about rubbing my cock on your nipples--"

"miguel," you whine, hyper aware of your sensitivity. a wave of lightheadedness washes over you.

"--until they're glistening with cum, just so i can suck it off." you're clutching his shoulders now in an attempt to stay grounded, but it only encourages him to press wet, open-mouth kisses on the soft underside of your tits.

when he gently grazes his teeth against your nipples you instinctively jerk your hips, roughly grinding against him. he moans--low, breathy--and you tug his head up to meet your eyes.

you don't even realize you have tears in your eyes until he's kissing them away. "pretty boy. use your words. tell me what you need."

unbelievably cruel, to ask you that. when every aborted breath you take only inhales more of his scent, his sweat and cologne. your thighs are twitching uncontrollably and goddammit that has to count as an answer.

"please." your mouth is unbelievably dry, and swallowing only fills your mouth with the taste of miguel's tongue. "just. touch--fuck." you might cry again in frustration. you can only exhale a final "don't stop" before your impatience reaches a breaking point, and suddenly you're grabbing his wrists again, bringing them directly to your tits and.

his hands are burning as he ducks his head to suck at your bud. taste buds scrape against your nipples as he flattens his tongue. "fucking. shit," he breathes. with your tits pressed against his cheeks, his voice is muffled. "want me sucking on your tits? cock shoved between them, cumming on your neck?"

maybe it's the weed. maybe it's how sensitive you've been recently, the dirty words he's slurring against your skin, the way he has you grinding against his hard-on. or maybe it's that it's miguel, maybe that's why you feel your orgasm creeping up on you. but when you gasp and tug on his hair, he only nuzzles further between your tits, sucking a hickey against your sweaty skin, and the sight is enough to push you over the edge.

your fingers are still locked in his hair as you shudder through the aftershocks. his hips slow under you, careful not to overstimulate you. as soon as you stop shaking and take a shallow gulp, he jolts backwards, separating his lips from your skin with a lewd pop.

and now you're just staring at each other in silence, the blunt long-forgotten and now extinguished in your hand. you probably look a mess, all red and sweaty and half-naked. his cheeks are dark as he clears his throat. "so. i guess i was right. about that."

your synapses feel like they're firing through jelly. "right... about--"

somehow he's already on his feet, backpack slung over his shoulder. "just. uh... sleep it off. i'll see you."

‘Shh, shh.’

Miguel’s voice filled your ear, his quiet shushing just barely audible.

The low, muffled music from inside the main bar echoed into the quiet stall. It should have been the only noise here, but there was something just beneath it that seemed out of place. The faint sound of rustling fabric, underlined by the soft echo of skin smacking against skin.

Your breath came out in a shaky, stunted pant.

You were holding on for dear life.

You’d gone out drinking with Miguel at your favourite bar. He’d dressed up for the occasion, ditching his suit for tight jeans and a white shirt with a leather jacket on top that was just a little too small, and for the first time you’d decided to go out in a skirt.

You should have noticed he was behaving differently. The usually quiet and stoic man was just a little too jovial, perhaps a little too interested. You’d brushed it off.

It’s been fine at first; you got a few drinks, you chatted about work, but as the night wound on you’d made a fatal mistake. After one too many taunts Miguel had sarcastically placed down a bet, and like a fool you’d taken it.

You should have known he could drink more than you. He was twice your size, and a superhuman to boot. He knew that too, and that’s why he’d made his conditions for winning so specific.

When you inevitably lost you were mortified, yes, but you were anything but untrue to your word.

Now you were in the third stall at the back of the bar bathroom, with your cute little skirt hitched over your thighs and his jeans unzipped, and you were being bounced mercilessly up and down on the end of his enormous cock.

He was being mean about it too. He had one hand on your ass and the other on your face, his calloused thumb pressed to your wet lips, all so he could admire the agony in your face from trying to suppress the screams.

His jeans muffled the sound of you bouncing on his lap, but neither of you could quell how wet you were. The subtle squelch was clear as he rutted between your legs, his thick shaft splitting you open until you oozed slick.

You couldn’t stand it. You couldn’t stand how you’d bitten your hand to stop crying his name when he first pushed in, how he’d seen you drooling and mewling for it as he started to pump.

You shouldn’t have joked he was average sized. You were paying for it now.

You tried to slow down to muffle that erotic noise but he refused. His face was all you could focus on in the tiny stall, and you could see how much he was enjoying this, the sick fuck.

His hazy red eyes, his parted lips, the flash of his tongue as he stifled another groan. You watched his eyes roll as he nuzzled your cervix, bathing in the sensory overload of your tight, wet pussy squeezing the life out of his fat cock.

When his eyes opened again his lips tilted into a smirk. He mouthed the words to you:

‘Sore loser.’

Right as he spoke you felt his bulbous member creaming all over your cervix, smearing you with pre-cum as he thrust up into your guts. You bit your lip so hard it bled, desperate to stop any noise escaping, but fuck it was so hard.

You could hear people laughing as they walked by outside, as your body was jostled up and down on Miguel’s lap.

He was struggling to not pant at this point. You could feel the sweat on his thick, muscled, hairy thighs beneath you. You were both sweaty, both shaking.

His thick fingers dug deep into the fat of your hips as he pounded upward. You winced a little in his grip.

‘Too big?’ he mouthed. You shot him a look that could kill, and he ate it up.

‘So tight’ he mouthed dreamily. ‘So pretty.’

You felt the heat rising in your body as he pumped harder. You could feel his veins pulsing on your soft, squishy walls, and you knew he was painting you with his pre-cum. It was both arousing and embarrassing.

Even if you didn’t get caught here, you’d have to walk back into that bar like nothing happened, covering your ruined panties, knowing his cum was sitting in your tight cunt all the way home.

His eyes narrowed and he licked his fang, his smirk growing bigger. He was thinking the same thing.

In the silence of the stall he continued to fuck you hard. He wanted to ride this out, to have you ride him until you could barely walk, but it felt too good. He could feel his muscles tightening with a desire to fill you, own you, to empty out all of his seed into that perfect wet space.

But he needed one more thing first. With a soft grunt he moved his hand, lifting your skirt up so he could watch his cock impaling your creamy little pussy, before settling his thumb over your clit.

‘MMF—’

You tugged at his shirt, your face screwed up tight as you shook your head. You couldn’t take it. You couldn’t be quiet. You were dripping slick onto his stupid jeans, you were about to cum all over his stupid cock. He dug his nails in hard as he pushed you, throwing you back on his lap as he fucked you into submission.

‘Do it’ he mouthed at you dumbified face, ‘do it. Do it.’

It was right at that moment that the bathroom door swung open. A flood of noise filled the room as a group of girls came in to touch up their makeup in the bathroom mirror, forcing you to bite your hand again.

It felt too good to stop. You didn’t care if you got caught.

Their laughter just barely covered the sound of your orgasm. You trembled in agony as you spasmed on his cock, and with that smug grin still on his lips he rode out every second of your pleasure. With wide and manic eyes Miguel came with you.

You felt everything. You felt his cock pulse and expand as he shot the first spurt of cum inside you, hot and thick and warm, and then the next, and the next, and the next. You felt his clawed fingers digging into your hips so hard that it left a mark. You saw his eyes rolling, his fangs digging into his lower lip to stop screaming.

Through the haze of pleasure, you took the smallest bit of victory in knowing Miguel would have screamed your name too.

He emptied himself inside you before carefully lifting you off his lap.

He was kind enough to help you stand, and to help pull your panties and tights up. He had the gall to kiss you on the cheek as he stood, his own legs unphased by what he’d done, and then he did the worst thing imaginable.

He pushed open the stall door and left.

You heard the girls all go silent as he strolled past and out of the main door. You heard the continued silence as you stood, shaking, in the now open stall, just barely concealed from their curious eyes. You clung to the wall and closed your eyes.

“That’s it- c’mon deeper, you can take it” Miguel smirked from above you. He had you right where he wanted you. On your knees on his dorm room floor, his dick deep in your throat as he thrusted deeper, making you gulp and whimper around him. 

“Fuck~” He curses and his hand in your hair gets a little tighter, holding your head in place, taking your mouth for his pleasure. Your eyes close in concentration, trying to just relax and take him as deep as he was going. There was no use in trying to stop him. And you didn’t really want to stop him. You had dreamt of him, had a crush on him… for so, so long. Everyone in school did. But you never expected it to actually happen, especially not like this. Him taking your mouth so ruthlessly. 

You were a very good student, a nice person, a little too nice sometimes. Too nice to know when to trust people and when they were just taking advantage of you. Miguel had noticed you one day. You had been in a bunch of classes together but he had never really noticed you before. You were in the library tutoring a classmate for a big exam. That's sort of how you were known around school… smart… helpful… innocent. He saw this as an opportunity, ripping your number off of the flier in the hallway and inviting you to his dorm to study. It was a shock to you at first when his text popped up asking you to schedule a session with him. He was definitely the most popular person at school, athletic, captain of the soccer team and you recalled him being very smart. You thought he got good grades but maybe he had just fallen behind, needed some extra help. It wasn’t in your nature to turn people away when they were asking for help. Even if you were a little nervous to be alone with him. 

Miguel saw this as a challenge for himself. He challenged himself to get you on your knees as soon as he possibly could. This was never about studying for him. You just barely placed your textbooks on his desk before he was whispering in your ear about how he heard you liked him. Even if he was lying, he was confident enough to know that you did have feelings for him, how could you not? He knew you wanted him, or he could make you want him, and that made him excited. He didn’t want you, he just wanted one thing from you. And he was sure he could get you to give it to him. 

He had many people in rotation who would gladly give him what he wanted, but he wanted it from you, he wanted you, this sweet innocent thing, to give him exactly what he demanded. 

So here you are, right where he planned for you to be, looking up at him with glossy innocent eyes as he abuses your mouth with his thickness. Drool drips down your chin as he smirks and tilts his head back, relishing in the pleasure he’s able to take from you. 

“You look so pretty like this, so… so pretty..so…” He mumbles half-genuine praises as he moves his hips steady, his mouth agape and brow furrowed, eyes closed, gritting his teeth at the feeling of your plush lips and your warm mouth around him. His praises make you smile and moan around his cock, looking up at him so cockdrunk and happy that he would praise you like this. Even when he's taking advantage of your feelings for him.  

You smile around him, tears pricking the corners of your eyes as he picks up the pace, fucking your mouth. Your wet eyelashes flutter as you try to look up at him, see him writhing from all of this pleasure you’re able to give him. The pleasure he’s taking from you. 

“Fuck- fuck- fu-” He groans and gasps and you can feel his warm release down your throat. Swallowing multiple times so that you don’t choke. He stays in your throat for a few seconds, his chest heaving with labored breath. You try your best to breathe through your nose, waiting for it to be over, but never wanting it to end at the same time. He finally pulls out of your mouth, you gasp for air and swallow thickly again, a thick string of spit still connecting him to your mouth. 

You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, placing your hands on top of your thighs as you look up at him. He knows he has total control. 

He looks down at you with a stern expression, he looks angry, but inside he’s just confused. He was looking at you in front of him, he had never really looked your way in the past, he only knew you as the smart, perfect teacher's pet. Not his type at all… right?

You gaze up at him trying to figure out what he’s thinking as he stares down at you with a frown. “Stand up.” He commands and you listen like the obedient little one you are. You stand up and he’s still so much taller than you, so you keep looking up at him to try and understand what’s next. Does he want you to leave? 

Your mind races as you watch his stern expression, observing as he steps closer and places his hands on your waist, moving them down to your hips. He decided that you were obedient and you deserved something in return. He didn’t usually do this but he was feeling strange right now. He was caught off guard by how well you just took him, how good you made him feel even when he was being so rough and ruthless. He can’t help but wonder what your moans sound like when his cock isn’t in your mouth to muffle them. He wants to taste your lips and he wants to be inside you to feel you gush on him and feel your legs shaking as he sinks deeper and deeper. He needed to know what it felt like to be inside you like that, how you’d react when he thrust his heavy cock inside your tight walls. He wanted to make you scream.

His hands on your hips grow strong and dominant as he turns you around, your back pressed into his broad chest as he uses his body to push you towards his bed. He felt conflicted, he wanted to keep up this rough invincible exterior, he was trying to make himself take you from behind so he didn’t have to see your face. He feared what would happen if he looked at your pretty face as he fucked you. But he couldn’t help but crave it. 

For now he pushed you to the edge of his bed, pushing you so the front of your thighs hit the edge of the mattress, your body squeezed tight between his body and the bed. The action almost made you fall forward but you grabbed his forearm to steady yourself, feeling his warm breath on the back of your neck as his fingers ran across it, pushing some of your hair back, exposing your neck to him. Your breathing grew heavier as he started moving his hand to your thigh, your hand still grasping his forearm as he did it. He liked the way your hand squeezed his arm as his large hand ran up your thigh and under the material of your clothing. He loved the way your pelvis squirmed when he squeezed the joint of your hip between his long fingers, your ass rubbing against him so perfectly. He’s determined to stay dominant, no matter how your small gasps and soft fingers suddenly make him want to kiss you softly and keep you for himself. 

To take himself out of his thoughts, he moves his hand suddenly to your underwear, not letting himself be gentle as he dips his hand under the material, making you whimper and squirm. He wraps his other arm around your waist to keep you still as you grip his tortuous arm and gasp at the contact of his thick fingers on your sensitivity. 

“Relax baby, you’ve done so well, don’t disappoint me now.” He hums soft and still somehow rough in your ear as two fingers plunge knuckle deep inside you, his arm tightens again around your waist as you melt and moan. “M-Miguel- ah!” You moan and gasp his name and a pocket of heat bursts in his stomach upon hearing you, waiting to bloom into a raging fire. But it was different this time, he’s not determined to take something from you like he had been planning, like he did successfully just moments ago when he forced his cock down your throat. He’s determined to make you moan his name like that over and over again. He’s determined to make you feel better than anyone ever had or ever would in your life. He can’t explain it, he just needs it… he needs for you to feel what he can do.

The force of his fingers and his broad chest against your back makes your knees buckle, making you almost fall forward onto the bed, but Miguel isn’t done with this yet. His hand moves from your waist, snaking up your chest and to your throat, lightly putting pressure there just to keep you upright, keeping you against his chest as he plunges his fingers roughly into your sweetness. His fingers are thick and experienced, expertly finding the spots that make your stomach muscles tighten and pretty moans rumble in your throat. 

“M-ah! Miguel…” He knows you’re getting close. From the way your hand tightens on his wrist to the way endless urgent moans vibrate against his hand that’s still clasped around your throat. When he feels you squirming he adjusts his grip, moving his arm so his fingers can reach even deeper depths within you, pumping his thick digits faster and harder. His hand on your throat splays out, his fingertips on the curve of your jaw, spilling onto your face and holding you in an iron grip. 

He can barely hold himself back seeing you like this. His arousal is growing once again and his cock presses against your lower back, heavy and needy. His head dips down to your shoulder, sucking and licking dark hickies into your soft skin. Marking you, even though he told himself this would be a one time thing, he’s not so sure he can keep that promise to himself any longer. 

“Mig- ah! I’m- I-“ You writhe and moan in his grasp, rolling your hips into his hand as your orgasm hits you. Your stomach burns and tingles, little snaps of pleasure going off like fireworks in your shaking thighs. Your sweet, grateful hole pulsing around his fingers, unable to fathom how you could feel this much pleasure.  Your back arches involuntarily and he loves to see you so undone, pressing his lips to your shoulder as he fucks his fingers into you through it all, heightening every sensitivity. 

You’re nothing but a teary, shaking mess by the time he pulls his thick, hot fingers from you. Giving you time to breathe and come down as he starts to strip you. He needs you bare, he needs to feel your skin. Miguel continues taking off your bottoms and your underwear completely, the liquid of your arousal dripping onto his hands and your inner thighs as he pulls them down and off of you. Your mind is fuzzy at this point, letting him do whatever he’s going to do. He pulls your shirt over your head and runs his warm hands down your arms softly, almost affectionately, bringing goosebumps to your back. He pushes his clothed, hardened dick deeper into your back, making sure you feel how badly he wants you. To take you. 

You feel the movement of him taking off his own clothing behind you, feeling the chill of the air on your back as he pulls away, only to be brought back again. This time, the warm bare skin of his chest presses into your upper back. His head dips down into the crook of your neck, blessing you with one kiss on your throat before humming low and deep in your ear. 

“You’ve been so good for me, little one… such a sweet baby…” His words send a shiver down your spine, and his hand moves to your neck again, giving it a light squeeze. His voice drops to a whisper. “I’m gonna take you… you’re gonna be mine…” He whispers almost like he’s talking to himself as his thumb rubs circles into the pressure point on your throat. He’s trying his best to keep this up, this dominant, rough exterior. But he can’t help it, you’ve managed to make him a little weaker. “But I want to see your pretty face…” 

Your eyes flutter and a slight blush fans over your cheeks at his words, feeling his hands as they rest on your hips and start to turn you around to face him. When you face him, it’s almost like you’re reminded of what’s happening right now. As if your mind has been made so mushy that you suddenly remember you’re here with Miguel O’Hara. It’s something you never thought would happen and best of all, he wants you. Badly…

And he looks ever so handsome with his face slightly flushed and some strands of his dark hair falling down over his forehead. Your eyes travel from his hair to his furrowed brow, down the bridge of his nose and to his perfect, parted lips. Makes your heart skip a beat seeing his perfect face this close up and knowing he was just knuckle deep inside you, making you squirm and cum with just his fingers. Your eyes flick up to look in his darkened eyes. His gaze is so piercing as if he’s trying to read your thoughts. 

And you’re surprised when he does that successfully, tilting his head down and softly kissing your lips for the first time, your lips parting in a small gasp of relief, feeling his plush lips against yours. Your shaking hands find a home on his chest, feeling his muscles move with every expansion of breath and his heart beating strong and steady under your palm. You feel as his hands splay out on your back, one hand moving up to the back of your neck as his tongue swipes your bottom lip and enters your mouth, dancing and tangling with your tongue in rhythm. 

Within a moment he anchors his arm around your lower back and lifts you up, not breaking contact with your lips even for a second as he moves you up onto his bed. Your knees naturally pull up a little and spread to the sides of his waist, squeezing his hips slightly to hold onto him as he lowers you down onto the sheets. You can feel some of his weight between your thighs as he hovers over you, resting on his forearms on both sides of your head, kissing you deeply, passionately. He cradles the back of your head in his large hand, it makes you feel so small and fragile in his hands. And it’s not because you are so tiny by any means. You’re not even what you yourself would consider skinny. But Miguel is just so massive, so big himself that it’s fun to feel small, even if you’ve never felt that way in your life. He makes you feel things you’ve never felt before. 

And he loves this. He loves being so massive that he can make you feel so tiny, it makes him feel powerful. 

His kisses deepen and move to your cheeks, your jaw and your neck as his hand moves down your body, squeezing at your soft skin and ghosting his fingers teasingly across the expanse of your soft, supple, fleshy stomach. Sucking hickies into your neck now, he presses his palm to the fat of your stomach, feeling the muscles of your abdomen clench and tighten. He knows you need him… and he can’t help but crave your body, which is just utter perfection in his eyes. 

The tension is building and neither of you can wait much longer. He moves to kiss your lips again, this time rough and breathy. He lowers his hand to your thigh all the way down to your calf and pulls your leg around his waist, doing the same with the other leg until your ankles are locked behind his back.

Staring deeply into your glossy eyes he rests on one arm, his other hand slowly pushes his dick down onto your sensitivity. Not inside you. Not yet. But close enough to have you moaning right in his face, desperate eyes locked as he massages his big dick through your sex. 

He kisses your lips once more, ghosting his lips over your cheek as he whispers to you. “You want my cock?… you want me to fuck you?” His words make you moan against his ear and grasp at his biceps, feeling his muscles move as he keeps slapping and rubbing his cock where you need him most. “Mm… yes… please” You whisper in agony. 

“You want to feel me right… here?” He asks softly, looking in your eyes and pressing his palm to your lower stomach again, right on the place where your orgasm bloomed just minutes ago, making you shudder and tremble. “Yes… yes please” You whine softly, creasing your brows in frustration and need, his questions making all of this harder to bear any longer. 

“You want me to cum inside you?” He whispers so softly, kissing the corners of your lips as you can feel the gummy tip of his dick pressing at your entrance, making your eyelashes flutter and your fingers dig deeper into his muscles. You whimper, almost a sob, with tears in your eyes. “Yes.” 

With your words of permission he nestles his hips between your thighs and uses the pad of his thumb to plunge his thick, heavy cock inside you. Stretching you with every inch while you whine and squirm beneath him, held still by his large hand pressing down on your tensing abdomen. Hot tears roll down the sides of your face as you gasp and moan at the feeling. He wraps an arm under your lower back and pulls your hips up a little so he can sink in deeper, watching your face as your eyes roll up into the back of your head. Once he’s buried inside as deep as he can manage, he pulls out entirely and pistons his dick back inside you, earning a pleasant cry from the back of your throat. Your legs tighten around his back in reflex and your head tilts back, whimpering in a beautiful mix of pain and pleasure. 

He does this a few more times, just to see how you react. Loving the urgent almost painful cries that come out of you when he does it. Over and over he does this, pulling out and then pumping back inside you, deep and hard. Maybe he just wants to see you cry more… maybe he just wants to hear you moan louder… maybe he wants to hurt you… He’s not quite sure himself, yet, but all he knows is that you’re squeezing him just right every time he does it, and he can’t bring himself to stop. With one last sob from your perfect flushed lips he starts a more steady rhythm, putting a stop to the torture he knew he was inflicting on you and giving you want you want. He wants it too. 

Your moans grow softer, dreamier as he starts this rhythm. His hips moving against you with just the right amount of pressure. He’s really good at this, you think to yourself. 

Rubbing his hand over your thighs as he pumps his dick into your sweetness, he leans down over you again, getting closer, grabbing both of your shaking hands in one of his big hands and pinning them above your head, causing you to whimper softly, eyelashes fluttering as you try to look up at him, only to see his brow furrowed, a stern expression on his face as he fucks you breathless. 

Supporting himself on his elbows, he keeps your hands above your head with one hand and moves his other hand under you, to the back of your neck. His fingers are so long that he wraps his hand from the back of your neck, to the sides, managing to put some pressure there. His thumb presses to your pressure point softly, knowing exactly what he’s doing. And he’s got you completely at his mercy. Trapped between his broad chest, his big hands and his greedy cock, all you can do is receive and let him take you. He won’t let you do anything but that. 

“Oh my- M-Miguel!” You moan and cry out as he changes the way his hips are moving. He tightens his grip on your hands above your head and starts rolling his hips into you. No more back and forth. Your stomach muscles tighten as he stays deeply buried within you, his thrusts getting slower but much, much deeper. Almost painfully deep. 

It makes you hiss, gritting your teeth and your brow creases looking at him. Your breathing gets heavier and more labored as he keeps pumping as deep as he can. “Mi- I- it’s-“ You start to say, you don’t know if you need him to stop or keep going. 

“Just take it… take all of it… it’s yours…” He says in his deep, smooth voice. You moan at his words and his head dips down to your chest, sucking into your skin and biting you anywhere he can. He breathes hot and urgent on your chest and you know he’s close too. You can only imagine what it feels like for him to fill you up with his offering. 

“I can feel it, baby…you’re so close, squeezing me so perfect…” He pants and picks up the pace, bringing both of you there. A raspy cry rumbles in your chest and in the back of your throat as your head tilts back. He takes his hand off of your hands, but you're too delirious to do anything with them so you just keep them up there for now. He moves both of his hands to your waist, holding you and pumping into you as fast as he can. One of his big hands splays out onto your tummy, pressing down slightly and it drastically increases the pressure for both of you. 

“Coming! I’m c- I’m com-“ You yelp urgently and your thighs squeeze his hips tightly. Your back arches off the bed and he leans down, kissing down your chest as it rises up off the mattress. He groans into your skin and you could have sworn you heard him growl. Deep vibrations reverberate in his chest. 

As your second orgasm of the night hits you hard you clasp your hands over your mouth, blocking the loud moans from escaping. You’re sure the entire residence hall could hear you if you let those sounds escape.

Miguel watches you and his brow slowly furrows again... He shakes his head and looks down, your eyes are closed so you don’t even notice all of this happening. He closes his eyes and thrusts into you hard, chasing his own release. 

Pretty soon his fingers dig into your hip and he’s spurting his hot cum inside you. Pumping you full and raw. It makes your eyes shoot open at the feeling. And you notice his narrowed eyes and clenched jaw, almost scowling as he pumps his load into you. When he comes down he stops moving. You look at him nervously, catching your breath and not understanding why he looks so angry. He just came inside you. Did you do something wrong? 

The tension is high all of a sudden, his silent stare making you a little nervous. Slowly he leans down again, his hand coming out to press down on your upper chest hard, pushing you into the mattress. You look up at him almost fearfully, him overpowering you completely right now. It’s in this moment you realize how strong he is. You knew he was tall and big but you had sort of forgotten he could snap you in half… hurt you if he wanted to. 

He lowers his face to be close to yours, his gaze piercing. When he speaks his voice is surprisingly soft and gentle for the way he’s glaring at you right now. “Now why would you do that, baby?” He asks you seriously, and you can’t seem to understand what the hell he’s talking about. 

“Do- what?” You ask innocently, you really didn’t know, you poor little thing. He shakes his head and his voice becomes sweeter, like honey. But there’s still a darkness to it. 

“You have a perfectly perfect throat, baby…” He says as his hand on your chest moves to wrap around your neck gently. “I would know…” He smirks to himself.

“So I suggest you use it” He seethes, almost in a whisper. His fingers increase the pressure ever so slightly on your neck, causing you to instinctively grasp his wrist. “Don’t ever cover your mouth again, do you hear me?” His hand loosens on your throat and moves to the back of your neck, lifting your head a little bit to have complete eye contact with him. 

“Yes… I-I won’t” You say softly, your anxiety levels all over the place. 

He smiles at you softly and brushes some fallen hairs off of your forehead. Then he leans down and kisses your lips softly, then your cheeks. Whispering to you between every kiss. 

“Such a sweet baby for me… but I need you to give me everything… wanna hear those pretty sounds I work so hard for…” He hums deep. 

“Okay…” You breathe out, your hands running down his triceps absentmindedly. You want so badly to give him everything. To be louder for him. You were just too nervous before. Scared someone would hear. “N-next time… I promise I’ll- I’ll try…” You breathe, your nervous darting eyes ping ponging between his steady stark stare. Would there even be a next time?

“Oh no, baby… you’re gonna give it to me now.” He whispers and leans down to kiss your neck. You’re shocked, and you’re already so sensitive. How could you possibly take any more? “Well, I-“ You start to say, not really knowing why you’re saying it, maybe you’re just nervous you’ll mess it up again. You know you shouldn’t have covered your mouth, you should have just kept your hands up where he put them. You know he put them there for a reason. 

“Shhh… it’s okay… just one more, baby that’s all I want. One more, okay?” He whispers and kisses across the expanse of your collarbone and your shoulders. He’s still inside you, he never left. And you can feel him getting harder, the pressure building up, stretching you out again even though he’s already fucked you once. You move your hips a little bit to relieve the pressure and maybe make him move a little bit. He feels this, smiles to himself and moves his hips too every so gently, tiny thrusts deep inside as you squeal and whimper softly from the heightened sensitivity you’re experiencing. 

You close your eyes and try to relax, you want to be good for him, give him what he's asking for. And suddenly he stops. 

“Not like this. I want you on your stomach.” He says in his normal voice and it makes your eyes open to look at him. He pulls out of you and the feeling makes you reach out and grip his bicep, whimpering at both the slight sting and the loss of him inside you. “C’mon…” He commands and puts his hands on your hips, helping you turn over as your head fills with a slight dread. You thought this was gonna be sweeter, but it seems like he’ll be even more rough than he was before. 

He flips you over completely and situates himself between your legs, his hands on your ass and running up your back as he leans down to kiss your shoulders. He grabs a pillow from behind your head, causing your face to lay flat on the mattress. Folding the pillow in half, he places it under your hips, angling your hips up a little bit to make it easier for him, and for you too. This way you won’t have to try and support yourself on your shaking knees, it’s actually a nice gesture you think to yourself. 

“Miguel…” You say softly, leaning up on your elbows and looking over your shoulder at him, he looks like an absolute predator right now, but his voice is like sweet melted chocolate. 

“Yes, baby?” He coos and leans over you to kiss your cheek. His hands massage your hips and your ass, moving down to your pelvic bones and pulling your hips up a little bit more. You’re surprised that he can do what he does and say the words he says all with that sweet gentle voice. It makes you think about what kind of boyfriend he’d be. Probably not a nice one, but would it really matter if he can fuck you like this? 

“Can- could you be gentle… I- I’m sensitive…” You request and your cheeks flush a little, feeling slightly embarrassed. 

He thinks for a few heavy moments, looking back and forth between your glazed, shining eyes before kissing your cheek again. “I know you’re sensitive, baby, that’s good… it’s gonna feel so good…”

“But-“ You start to say, he never said yes or no explicitly. 

“Shhh…” He leans forward and captures your lips in a kiss. Maybe to soothe you, maybe to shut you up, you’re not really sure and you don’t really care when his tongue is down your throat. 

“I’ll be gentle, if you’re good for me.” He suddenly says and it makes your nerves go up. You want to get it right this time, he’s not giving you any other option. You nod to him and let your head relax onto the mattress. His hand comes up to the back of your neck and into your hair, grasping slightly at the strands and forcing your head all the way to the side so he can see the side of your face. 

You breathe out gently and try to relax. You know it’s gonna feel good but you’re nervous about getting this wrong. You want to be good for him. 

He trails warm wet kisses down your spine, running his hands over the soft roundness of your ass, squeezing gently with his big hands. You close your eyes and relax into the mattress, your senses fill with him. The warmth of him, the feeling of his fingertips, the sound of his breathing, the smell of him invading your senses, calming you as it emanates from his bedsheets. He smells so good. He smells like a man. 

You’re so caught up in your thoughts that you hardly notice he’s kissing your cheek softly. His hand tugging your hair gently to keep your head to the side so he can see the side of your face. 

“You ready?” He hums softly next to your ear, his fingers brushing the side of your face softly. Your eyes flutter open, surprised by his words. A small smile crosses your lips and you nod your head. “Yes…” You reply. 

“Sweetness…” He whispers and kisses your jaw once more before receding back behind you. You feel his hands adjusting your hips and the pillow propping them up for him. You feel his fingers softly caressing your sex, almost in a soothing way. He knows you’ve had a lot already. 

Then you feel his hand on your back and the head of his dick at your entrance. Slowly he sinks himself into you to the hilt. Your knees bend and feet come up into the air at the feeling, your hips instinctively wanting to press down, escape him. But he keeps you in place. Whining and squirming, your hands grasp into the sheets, wanting to be good for him. 

“Oh, baby…” You hear him moan and feel him massage your ass as he sinks as deep as he can. He watches as his dick disappears inside you. His hand squeezes your ass harder. He’s holding himself back from doing something else. Something he doesn’t know if you’d like. But you feel so so good, it’s almost like his hands have a mind of their own.

He slaps your ass hard. A strangled gasp and a slight growl leaving your lips and your hands gripping the sheets harder. He rubs over the red mark on your skin with his fingers tenderly. 

“You like that?” He asks and your mind is hazy. You hum absentmindedly in response and nod your head against the mattress. “Do you actually like it or are you lying?” He asks and you can hear the smile on his lips. You open your eyes, realizing that he’s actually asking you, not just saying that just to say it. He leans over to look in your eyes and you’re surprised by the soft look on his face. “I-I… I don’t know…” You say sheepishly and he nods his head. “Okay… that’s okay…” He reassures you and leans in to kiss your lips. You’re pleasantly surprised by his sweetness at this point. Resting your head back down on the mattress and feeling as he presses his lips to your shoulder. He draws back his hips and pumps into you. The feeling of his cock squeezed in your sensitive walls makes your jaw drop. He moans into your shoulder and the sound gives you chills.

Your hands flex and squeeze down on the handfuls of bedsheets below you, soft whines coming from the back of your throat as he thrusts into you, his hand pressing down on your lower back, arching your hips up to him. 

He speeds up, the rhythm of skin on skin filling the room, your whines turning into small squeals, music to his ears. Your hand flexes and grabs the sheets, flexing again and hitting the mattress three times as your only way to release any sort of energy building up. He grabs your wrist and pulls your arm into your side, pressing your wrist down into the mattress so you can’t move it. This only builds the pressure inside you, making all of this harder to just take. Needing some sort of release, and he's making you hold still. 

You gasp and clench your teeth, pushing your face into the sheets, soft cries of overwhelming stimulation threatening to rip from your throat. It’s all too much, and he knows that. He’s panting like a hound behind you, holding your hair in his hand and your wrist to the bed. 

“C’mon baby…  c’mon let me hear you” He pants and dips his head into the crook of your neck. “I- I can’t…” You whisper and gasp against the bedsheets. Your knees bend, your feet coming up between his thighs as you squirm. Without even looking behind him, he pushes them down with his legs, holding you down completely. 

“Just scream for me… cry for me baby… please” He breathes out and presses his mouth to your shoulder as he pumps you ruthlessly. “I need to hear you…” He demands and your breath is tight in your chest. Your words stuck on your tongue. Your moans caught in your throat. 

You’re doing exactly what you told yourself you wouldn’t. You want to give him what he wants but it’s like you don’t know how. He feels so good inside you, so perfect, so full, it’s all you can think about. 

He growls at your silence and leans down, bringing his mouth to your flushed shoulder and biting down hard. His sharp canines and teeth leave a mark on your skin. An urgent squeal of pain and surprise escapes you and your eyes shoot open, a growl of your own vibrating in your chest. He smiles to himself and bites you again, harder this time. You moan loud and whiny, pushing yourself up completely on your hands in reflex and in turn your back arches further. And it’s like the bite unlocked something that was stuck inside you- now you just can’t stop moaning and crying over his cock no matter how hard you try. “Oh my god! Oh Miguel! Fuck me, ah! Ah!” You whine and cry and he smiles. 

At this change in position, Miguel supports your stomach with his big hand, finally letting go of your hair. He pulls you up, slowing his thrusts for only a moment as he pulls you flush against him. He’s kneeling on the bed now, your legs spread over his thighs and your back flush against his chest. Your head falls back against his shoulder, jaw slack and moaning out his name as he keeps pumping up into you, the feeling making your eyelashes flutter and your stomach muscles clench. He wraps his big arms around you, nestling his face in the crook of your neck, breathing hard and hot on your chest. 

“Oh, god…” You pant and whine, your head leaning to the side to rest on his head. “Fuck, you feel so fucking good…” He curses through a heavy breath against your neck. A high pitched squeal escapes your throat as your back arches against his chest and your orgasm hits you hard and fast. Your squeals turn into screams and cries of his name, how good he feels, how big he is, how much you love his cock. You’re babbling and thrashing in his arms and Miguel smiles, finally getting what he wants. Hearing your sweet innocent voice screaming out the dirtiest things as he’s plunged deep inside you. His climax is building up fast and you can feel his thrusts getting sloppier, his hands wrapped around the front of your shoulders and at this point he’s pulling you down onto his cock to keep the feeling going. Your orgasm has passed and you’re a soft moaning mess as he chases his own release. Snapping his hips up a few final times before his hips stutter and he’s shooting ropes of hot white inside you. Filling you up again completely, the extra dripping out and back down his shaft. 

He holds you tightly against him as you both stop moving and start panting to catch your breath. You’re glad he’s still holding you because if he let go, you’d surely face plant into the mattress. Your head rests back on his shoulder and he places small kisses on your shoulder as he snuggles his face into the crook of your neck, breathing deep and sighing out in relief. 

‘Mmf—How long are you planning on keeping this up, exactly?’

You grunted in response to Miguel’s tired question, as you were unable to speak.

You were sat on his lap on his old couch, the one where the understuffed cushions sank down so hard that it seemed to swallow people whole, and your head was nestled into his chest.

You were smooshing your face between his pecs, your soft eager giggles muffles by his loose shirt. They were huge. Rounded and squishy, perfect mounds that you could cup from beneath with your fingers before sliding your palms up to move them up and down. They were weighted in your hands, heavy and warm.

You buried your face in hard and heard him chuckle.

‘Oye, ten cuidade.’

You felt his firm hand shifting your head aside until he could see you, tutting a little as you strained in his palm. ‘I don’t want you- at, at- I don’t want you, amor, making me- ticklish, because I don’t want to accidentally hit you again. Hm?’

His hands were rough, easily able to fit around your entire skull, and you could feel his calloused thumb on your forehead. You could feel the little bump where his claw would usually come out.

‘Hmph.’ You shrugged and leaned back to appear obedient. ‘This is what you get for being so mean to yourself. What did I tell you about those snide comments? Gotta make sure you feel loved.'

You caught his smile, that rugged but strangely coy little tilt in one corner as he turned to look around your head. ‘Ahuh. That’s what you’re doing, is it?’

‘Yes. But—fine. I’ll be nice to the rest of you as well then.’

Miguel closed his eyes and shook his head in a kind of amused exasperation. You watched as he sank his face into his hand, lightly squishing the rough flesh on his thickset jaw between his thumb and forefinger. ‘Mhm. Go ahead. But like I said, careful, okay? That’s my only stipulation, don’t make me move to the other couch.’

You pressed in close and kissed his cheek with a light laugh. ‘So pretty’ you whispered against his skin. Despite him trying to downplay it, you saw his eyes flutter shut for just a moment.

You continued your praise from there, running your hands over every part you could. The hard, muscled slopes between his neck and shoulders, the smooth squish of his biceps, moving down back to his chest and his plush belly beneath it.

His stomach was stocky and curved, as was his thickened waist. You stroked over it before slipping your hand beneath his shirt to get closer. He was warm, his skin covered in a thick unkempt layer of dark hair which you eagerly ran your fingers through. You stroked him back and forth until his eyes drooped, a sign that the repetitive motion was starting to relax him.

‘Mm… You really like doing that, huh’ he said, his voice dipping into a husky murmur as he reached for your head. You let him scratch your scalp as you ran your hands down from his stomach to his thighs. They were just as thick, with the firm, smooth muscles accentuated by the fat, the perfect lap for you to sit on. He continued scratching your scalp until you shivered.

‘Mm.’ His soft, affectionate grunts gave you butterflies.

Your hand moved back up, tracing the thin fabric of his loose pants back up to the soft pouch of his belly right above his pelvis. You noted how his shirt was just a little too small and purred.

‘Pretty, pretty man’ you cooed a second time.

Your hands drifted further, and further, until they brushed over the hefty package between those perfect thighs. He shuddered.

‘Ah- hey, careful’ Miguel said. His voice had cracked from just one brush, which told you he was already on edge.

You bit your lip. It looked so perfectly presented for you, with your own thighs framing it and the loose fabric of his pyjama’s highlighting every curve and contour. You brushed the tip again.

‘Ah…’ Miguel’s breathing got a little harder. ‘Fuck.’

You watched it twitch beneath the thin fabric, and truly couldn’t hold yourself back anymore. You stroked it again, once, twice, three times, before pulling his pants down and grasping it semi-hard in your fist.

‘F-Fuck, ah—feels so good’ Miguel dumbly blurted.

You pumped his shaft a few times, admiring how it looked slowly growing erect in your hand. It was thick like the rest of him, girthy and uncut on a bed of dark hair. As you fisted his throbbing rod you used your other hand to stroke that little sensitive spot on the underside of his balls, which immediately made him squirm.

‘MM—uh- f-fuck, you’re so good at that.’ His breathy little curses made you giddy.

You pumped him while stroking his belly again, feeling how warm and broad and squishy he was, admiring the way your hand sank into his stomach while his cock leaked pearly little pre-cum drops all down your hand, until you could take it no more.

You shifted from his lap and licked his shaft, once, before devouring it whole with your desperate little mouth.

Your mouth was filled instantly with the warm taste and feel of skin as you sucked him off, and you were gifted with the sound of his low groan.

‘Fuck- ah, y-you sure? Right now?’ Miguel panted. You shot him a glance with his shaft halfway into your mouth before silently sliding a few more inches in, taking as much as you could before he started choking you. His thighs shook and he collapsed back into the couch.

‘Ah- ah, okay. You’re sure. Fuck, that’s heaven.’

Your nose kept gently bumping his stomach as you arched your neck back and forth. You had to grab and squeeze his side for stability as you got more frantic, more ravenous with your sloppy mouth movements. His deep, breathy moans were like hot honey being poured over your head.

‘Mmm..mm.’

He felt so good. He tasted so good. You squeezed your thighs together for stimulation; the soft throbbing in your nether regions was insatiable.

You released his waist and moved your hands back down to his cock. You ran your fingers down through the thick matt of hair and up to stroke the base of his shaft, a move that caused his leg to shake and stamp.

‘M-Mm- o-okay, okay, you are- making me feel real loved. You win. Okay? You win’ Miguel breathily panted, that dumb smile still clear on his face. You look up and smiled with his cock still in your mouth.

‘Ay Dios Mio’ he panted in response, as your eyes met over the soft ridges of his body. His hand instinctively gripped your head. ‘Feeling—really, loved—’

He started to buck his hips to get deeper. You gripped his thighs for support, your nails digging right into the thick, rough skin. The slip of his cock pounding back and forth across your tongue and down your throat was orgasmic.

You relished in the power of his pumps. He was holding back, trying not to hurt you, but even when restrained he was straining your jaw. You loved the way he bounced when he moved like this. You clung to him tight.

‘Fuck I’m—close, okay— y-you wanna finish in my hand, or—’

To answer his question you practically swallowed his cock back into your throat, leaning in until your forehead was smooshed against the soft mound of his stomach. Your hand went down to stroke his sweet spot again as you drew him to completion.

He grunted, hard, his hips bucking involuntarily. You heard his claws rip the couch lining.

‘F-f—AH, f-fuck—’

With one final groan his lips fell open and he pumped his load into your mouth. It was thick, as you’d expected, and you struggled to take it all as it coated your tongue and cheeks, but the feel of that thick shaft throbbing and pulsing on your tongue was too good to give up. You let him empty himself into you.

Once he was done you pulled back and diligently swallowed it, a sight which made him weak all over again. He rushed to tenderly wipe the mess from your lips and chin.

‘Mi amor, me vuelves loco’ he groaned. You just lovingly buried your face into his palm.

‘Now, ah…. your turn?’ he asked softly, his fangs flashing behind his lips.