Summary: After catching Miguel in the act, you realize youâre trapped in his web. Miguel, tired of your smart mouth and disobedience, has a bone to pick with you.
AN: This man is an asshole, yâall. Yummy. This is also so so nasty. Did anyone watch The Invitation?? Remember the scene with the door? Those that get it, get it. Anyways, I hope yâall like it! Oops and before I forget, there will be a third and final part. See ya!
This is the second part to Ctenizidae! Check it out here if you havenât read it yet: Part 1
âYouâre not going anywhere.â
Miguel lifts you up, holding your hips in his hands. He trails his fangs from the base of your neck to that sensitive spot right beneath your ear lobe.
He bites down gently, just enough to draw both blood and a whimper out of you. He tugs your hair back so he can do want he wants without interference, kissing and sucking and biting as he pleases, paying no mind to your choked-back moans.
When heâs had enough, he moves to whisper in your ear, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine.
âYou know, Iâve had just about enough of that mouth of yoursââ
âMy m-mouth has done nothing to you.â Miguel grabs your cheeks and smooshes them together, making all your words slur together.
âSee, thatâs what Iâm talking about,â he groans, his head tilting upwards in exasperation. âYou never know when to shut up, you always have something to say.â
You glare at him. You want to say something, but then youâd prove his point. He continues, sparing no attention to your restraint. Rude. Well then, if heâs just going to ignore you anyways, why bother?
âYâknow I have a reputation to upholdââ
âThat sounds like a personal problem.â He glares at you, and you remember the position he has you in. Caged in between him and the wall, stuck between a rock and a hard place.
âItâs about to be your problem.â He lifts you easily over his shoulder and carries you across the room, dumping you unceremoniously onto the bed. âI think you need to be taught a lesson.â
As he sits down, you scramble over to the head of the bed, but Miguel grabs your ankle and yanks you back.
âOh no, you donât get to run. Câmere.â He manhandles you over his lap. You struggle against him, but it only works against you, like a spiderâs prey working itself deeper into the web. Miguel is relentless and patient. He holds you down with one hand, waiting until you tire yourself out.
âAre you ready now?â At your silence, he continues. âHereâs what youâre gonna do: youâre going to take this spanking, like a good girl. And afterwards, youâre gonna say thank you.â
âThis is ridiculousââ You hissed after Miguel slapped your thighs, one after another in quick succession.
âI wasnât finished. Be quiet.â He rubs the warmed skin gently before continuing. âYou really have a problem with talking back. I think being on your knees will fix that. But firstââ
He peels off your jeans but leaves your underwear, just enough that you ass was fully exposed. You feel like a schoolgirl getting paddled in the principalâs office. It is humiliating.
He groans, deep and guttural as he gropes your ass. âDios mĂo, este culo.â
âWait, hold onââ He doesnât. He strikes your right cheek, then your left. He does it over and over, in the same spot. He doesnât stop, not when you arch your back, nor when youâre flailing your legs or even when your soft cries turn into low moans. âI canât, Miguel. Please.â
He pauses. âDonât pretend youâre not enjoying yourself, princesa.â He squeezes in-between your thighs and drags his two middle fingers across your slit. âNot when the evidence is dripping from your thighs.â
He shows you just how you enjoyed his attention by shoving his fingers into your mouth.
âSuck.â He fucks your throat with his long, thick fingers, making you gag and drool around them. âGood girl. Now Iâm going to give you something bigger to choke on. Get on your knees.â
âNo, Miguel. If you think Iâm going to suck your dick like this, youâre insane.â You refuse adamantly.
âYou just love to argue, huh baby?â Miguel just shakes his head. âOr maybe you just like being forced to do what youâre told. Either way, it doesnât matter.â
He manhandles you once more, rearranging you until just your head hangs off of the bed. âI know just what you need.â
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the view unfolding before your eyes deserves to be recorded â the strongest sorcerer crumbling under your touch as you rock your hips relentlessly on his lap. despite being able to flip you easily and put you in your place, satoru doesnât.
you watch his face, caressing it softly as the pink hue splatters on his cheeks and spreads across them, and even beyond â through the steep streets of his ears. the heat causing tiny dew-like droplets of sweat to emerge from his pores, drenching the entirety of his face, some sliding down his philtrum and onto his upper lip only for you to lick with a soft kiss.
âyouâre mean to meâ, he huffs a needy pout, breaking the kiss but still keeping his head leaned towards yours so your lips donât break the touch. his hands deliberately finding their way to your thighs, caressing them with his palms tenderly but with an underlying neediness seeping from the tip of his fingers that try to resist the urge to dig into your flesh and take control of your movements.
âohâ, you raise a brow and slow down your pace, âhow so?â
he looks at you with a pleading blue in his eyes hiding behind a white cloud of lashes, focused on your lips, following every tiny curve of your mouth as you dive into your pleasure â from the way your mouth hangs open each time you drag your clothed slit against his bulge to the moan that crawls out and shuts it close. until the next one, and the one after that â it drives him crazy.
âyou wonâtââ, he grips your thighs draped over his lap, running his massive hands up to your hips and forcefully pushing your weight down to stab the erection straining through his pants into your clothed pussy. âlet me feel you betterâ.
âhmm⌠not enjoying this?â, you tease, ceasing your ministrations and cupping his chin in your hand and raising his face up to yours âiâll stop then?â
ânow youâre even meanerâ, he hisses at the sudden lack of friction, pursing his lips into a pout and staring at you with puppy eyes âyou hate me so much?â
âno. i pretty much love you. a lotâ
âis that so?â, he grins as his hands resting on your hips slowly start to grab on your flesh again.
âcan you say that again â but keep moving, please?â
Iâve been obsessing over sub gojo for a while (and you know thatâs the only way Iâll take him) and I just fucking love how he drops the strongest-of-them-all facade the second you touch his skin. But also coworker gojo who turns into a fwb and fucking loses his shit!
This boy is so touch deprived and I bet he used to fuck around as a young adult (19-22) but heâs going into his thirties now and heâs busy he has work to do children to take care of etc etc
He canât satisfy his needs and fill the void in his heart like he used to back then. And then he meets you and you like him enough to fuck him brainless.
Sub gojo who whimpers and moans and begs in your arms and then acts all cocky at work. But also sub gojo who finds it harder and harder every day to be near you without needing you.
His body betrays him and heâs a teenager again, sporting a boner whenever you greet him with a kiss on the cheek. Sub gojo who desperately jerks himself off in the teacherâs bathrooms during lunch break because he saw you bend down to grab a book.
Sub gojo who eventually approaches you at work begging to be fucked, to end with his misery and have him bent over his desk while your hand wraps around his cock. And he has to muffle out a cry, praying none of the kids hear his loud ass.
Gojo is still a smooth bastard, flirting with you and getting you riled up on purpose. You take him home and give him just what he wants.
And if heâs a little bit in love with you, so what? Youâll still fuck him dumb, lover boy or not, and thatâs all he needs.
Yes heâs a bit obsessed with you maybe, but you donât seem to mind. He starts joining you for dinner at your house, staying the night eventually turns into spending the weekend together. He studies your personal interests and takes notes of the things you like and hate.
Youâre not dating though, Gojo doesnât date. Heâs too busy, too pretty, too great for you. You wouldnât want that, you donât want him really. With all his depressing past and troubled present and probably cursed future.
And he doesnât want you either! Fuck no! Youâre just hot and thatâs the end of it, just a friend with benefits type of situation.
Iâve been obsessing over sub gojo for a while (and you know thatâs the only way Iâll take him) and I just fucking love how he drops the strongest-of-them-all facade the second you touch his skin. But also coworker gojo who turns into a fwb and fucking loses his shit!
This boy is so touch deprived and I bet he used to fuck around as a young adult (19-22) but heâs going into his thirties now and heâs busy he has work to do children to take care of etc etc
He canât satisfy his needs and fill the void in his heart like he used to back then. And then he meets you and you like him enough to fuck him brainless.
Sub gojo who whimpers and moans and begs in your arms and then acts all cocky at work. But also sub gojo who finds it harder and harder every day to be near you without needing you.
His body betrays him and heâs a teenager again, sporting a boner whenever you greet him with a kiss on the cheek. Sub gojo who desperately jerks himself off in the teacherâs bathrooms during lunch break because he saw you bend down to grab a book.
Sub gojo who eventually approaches you at work begging to be fucked, to end with his misery and have him bent over his desk while your hand wraps around his cock. And he has to muffle out a cry, praying none of the kids hear his loud ass.
Gojo is still a smooth bastard, flirting with you and getting you riled up on purpose. You take him home and give him just what he wants.
And if heâs a little bit in love with you, so what? Youâll still fuck him dumb, lover boy or not, and thatâs all he needs.
Yes heâs a bit obsessed with you maybe, but you donât seem to mind. He starts joining you for dinner at your house, staying the night eventually turns into spending the weekend together. He studies your personal interests and takes notes of the things you like and hate.
Youâre not dating though, Gojo doesnât date. Heâs too busy, too pretty, too great for you. You wouldnât want that, you donât want him really. With all his depressing past and troubled present and probably cursed future.
And he doesnât want you either! Fuck no! Youâre just hot and thatâs the end of it, just a friend with benefits type of situation.
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the gimmick blogs are like tumblrâs rogue gallery. yes weâve got some heroes, yes weâve got some villains, but more importantly if you look over here you will see some freak who devotes all their time to counting the number of âtâsâ in a post
satoru gojo x f!reader â (mentions of kento nanami x f!reader & gojo x f!reader x nanami)
summary: your innocent suggestion that Nanami needs to get laid inspires a particular fantasy that Gojo just can't stop thinking about.
word count: 1.2k
content: NSFW, 18+, SMUT, established gojo x reader, oral sex (m!receiving), oral fixation, anal fingering, dirty talk, unprotected sex, creampie, a smidge of degradation and praise kink, gojo wants to be a cuck, some dom!gojo vibes [mentions of a threesome, double penetration in one hole, anal sex, double penetration in two holes]
âNanami needs to fucking get laid,â you groan, tossing your keys down on the counter before dramatically flopping down onto the couch.Â
The comfort of the well-worn cushions is a welcome embrace after a long evening out to dinner with your friendsâwhich would normally be regarded as a fun activity, if it werenât for the aforementioned man whoâd shown up in what was quite possibly the worst mood youâve ever seen him in (and that was saying something).Â
Satoru chuckles as he settles down beside you, lifting up your ankles and placing them back down across his thighs as he fiddles with a loose string along the edge of your sock. âYou know how he gets when heâs stuck working overtime at the office. Theyâve had him staying late every night this week.â
Placing the back of your hand over your face, you glance over at your boyfriend through the gaps between your fingers. âYeah, well they should be giving him overtime sex instead of overtime pay so heâs not such an insufferable dickhead about it.â
Dragging a hand through his soft, white locks of hair, Satoru chuckles, âI donât think thatâs legal.â
You shrug, âWell, Iâm two seconds from signing him up for a dating app against his will if that man doesnât start making an effort to at least get his dick sucked. At minimum.â
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You donât think much of your flippant comments about Nanamiâs sex life, or apparently lack thereof.Â
But Satoru, on the other hand?
He has quite a few thoughts on the matter, especially as it pertains to the two of you. Thoughts that he decides would be best discussed while heâs balls deep in your mouth a few days later.
âI think you should fuck Nanami.â
You chokeânot because you canât handle the length of Satoruâs thick cock shoved down your throat, no, but because those were the last six words you were expecting to hear from him at this particular moment.Â
âAhâdonât stop,â he chides as you go to pull off of him, one hand gently resting at the back of your head.
You meet his gaze, raising an eyebrow, but shrug as you continue to lap at his cock.Â
A small grin peels across Satoruâs lips before he lets his head fall back on the pillows, moaning. âMmmâŚokay. Right. So as I was saying, I think this is the perfect solution to our little problem.â
Toying with his balls, you let out a contemplative humming noise that has his shaft twitching between your lips. Satoru is anything but shy in the bedroom, and youâve certainly mulled over the possibilities of spicing things up in one way or another. So itâs not like this proposition is entirely out of left fieldâŚbut with Kento Nanami? Your friend?
âOhâŚjust like that,â he murmurs as you wetly suck on the head of his cock while pumping your fist down the spit-soaked length of it. âAfter what you said the other night, I couldnât stop thinking about him fucking you.â
Something warm curls in your gut at his words, and you subtly clench your thighs together as you offer him a curious noise, prompting him to continue while you make a mess of his throbbing, leaking dick.Â
âYouâd look so pretty with his cock stuffed in your wet little pussy, baby,â he breathes out, rolling his hips so his shaft slides deeper down your throat. âWanna fill you up myself and then watch him fuck my cum back inside of you.â
You canât help it, you fucking whimper at that, and you can feel your panties grow slick with the arousal thatâs dripping out of you.Â
Satoru caresses the side of your face as he begins to fuck your mouth, his voice rough as he begins to lose his composure, âMaybe Iâll let him come inside of you, too. See how much cum we can fit in that tight hole.â
Youâre so dizzy with arousal, you hardly register when Satoru pulls his shaft from your mouth and puts you on all fours, pushing up your oversized tee to reveal your lace panties. Hooking a finger in them and tugging them aside, he groans when he feels how wet you are.Â
âPlease,â you whimper as he notches the head of his cock at your leaking entranceâboth in response to the fantasy heâs offering and also a plea for him to fuck you right here and now.
Satoru obliges without hesitation, plunging into your waiting hole and engulfing his shaft in the greedy, wet heat of your cunt. The punishing stretch of his fat cock leaves you trembling, fingers digging tightly into the sheets as a line of drool unconsciously falls from your lips.Â
âMaybe weâll both fuck you,â he muses as he begins to rock his hips, his shaft deliciously stroking your sensitive inner walls with each deep thrust.Â
âOh fuck,â you breathe out, nearly collapsing at the mental image your brain readily suppliesâNanami and your boyfriend taking turns pumping their cocks inside of you. Your lips around Nanamiâs dick while Satoruâs face is buried between your legs.
The near-impossible stretch of both of their dicks stuffed into your pussy at the same time.
Orâ
âMaybeâŚweâll fill both of your little holes up,â Satoru whispers as he folds his body over yours, nipping at the shell of your ear before placing two of his fingers over your lips.
You let your mouth drop open, eagerly beginning to suck on them, moaning and drooling around the digits as the ache between your thighs continues to grow. He removes the spit-soaked digits after a few moments and straightens, spreading your ass cheeks and swiping the pads of his fingers over the tight ring of muscle waiting there.
âSatoru,â you moan, arching your back and presenting your ass to him, pushing his cock even deeper inside of you in the process.
âYouâd like that, wouldnât you?â he asks as he massages your rim until thereâs just enough give to slowly slip a finger into your ass. âYouâd like being our little cock slut, letting me fuck you in the ass while you ride my best friendâs dick.â
Tears prick at the corners of your eyes as you gasp against the pillow, a surging wave of pleasure coiling so tight in your gut you can hardly breathe.Â
âSay it,â Satoru croons, your pussy wetly squelching as he ruts into you.Â
You moan, legs beginning to tremble.
âSay it.â
âI want you and Nanami to fuck me,â you sob as he slips a second finger into your ass. âPlease.â
âGood girl,â he murmurs, his free hand trailing around your hip, fingers beginning to toy with your aching clit.
Your vision goes white as your orgasm crashes over you, drenching your nerves in a flood of pleasure that leaves you breathless. Satoruâs hips snap forcefully into yours one last time, burying his cock in you to the hilt as he empties himself inside of you.Â
You both collapse sideways onto the bed, too tired to bother cleaning up the hot cum leaking out of your cunt and down your thighs. Satoru pulls your back against his chest, idly stroking your shoulder as he presses soft kisses to the back of your neck.
Itâs only when youâre nearly asleep that he whispers, âIâm serious.â
summary: being stevens gf and waking up to marc fucking you
pairing: steven grant x reader (established relationship), marc spector x reader
rating: explicit (18+)
warnings: somnophilia, sleepy-girl!reader, dub-con, rough sex, hair pulling, no aftercare, not proofread :P
w/c: 1.2k
a/n: i wrote this in 2 hrs. enjoy?? or don't lol??
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Steven Grant is the one for you. You feel like you've never felt so loved in your life.
You adore how he buys you flowers every time you go out like it's your first date all over again. How he asks about your day and genuinely listens to you when you blab about work drama for hours.
You love how his eyes light up when he talks about his interests and how he shows that he cares with shy touches and short kisses.
But what you especially love is how he loves you.
How he holds you like fine china as he fluidly rolls into you, or how he soothingly rubs his thumb against the softness of your thigh when he eats you out. Steven is obsessed with you and melts into your body with the faintest of touches.
But despite being so needy, he's still too shy to voice what he wants. That's okay with you because you enjoy watching how his cheeks bloom with a soft blush when you talk dirty to him. He practically crumbles at your feet as he hangs on to each breathy word.
You love Steven's soft eyes, nervous energy, and romantic love-making style. He's so sweet and you wouldn't change a thing about him. It's what makes Steven, Steven.
So when you wake up one night, pinned to the mattress, you almost think someone is taking over his body.
You can hear the shuffling of sheets, but your brain is still too tired to fully understand what's happening. An abrupt pull at your waist temporarily startles you awake from a dreamless sleep.
With your eyes closed, you burrow yourself further into the mattress, searching for a little more warmth to lull you back to sleep.
You only realize you're out from under the covers when a cool breeze of A/C blows over your bare back.
As goosebumps start to cover the tops of your arms, you feel a pair of warm calloused hands grab at your hips. They pull you upwards and gracelessly shove a pillow between you and the bed, amply propping up your hips as your face stays on the mattress.
A hand slowly drifts over your lower back and generously grasps the cheek of your ass. Another hand follows, spreading you to inspect the heat between your legs. You attempt to squeeze your legs together, but firm hands cease your movements.
"Stay still." A deep voice warns--a voice you're not familiar with.
Before you have time to process the new presence, a warm finger slides through your folds, languidly slipping through the wetness of your slick. He teases your dampening hole with shallow thrusts, watching as your cunt tries to suck him in while he's barely using any pressure.
Finally, he adds another finger and pushes in deeper, immediately hitting a mind-numbing spot inside of you. An involuntary groan vibrates through your chest as he begins to speed up, hitting every frayed nerve instead of you.
You start to shift yourself against the pillow in an attempt to stimulate your throbbing clit. Wet sounds fill the empty flat as he expertly works your cunt to the edge. You can feel the warmth of your slick spread from your thighs to the sheets below.
With the combined pleasures, your head starts to grow hazy and you can barely procure a coherent thought. Your thighs tremble and attempt to close around his arm as the heat in your stomach overflows.
"N-no, please, please, no more." Despite your efforts, he continues to push into you, forcing you to ride out your orgasm. As his hand is pulled away, you sigh with relief, ready to fall right back to the sleep you were interrupted from.
But before you could turn over to lay on your back, familiar hands keep you in place and hold your hips to the pillow.
You feel the bed dip around you as his legs come to straddle your body. The hard heat of his cock rests against the mound of your ass as he sits on the top of your thighs.
Beads of pre-come spill onto your skin and lovingly rubs it in with a satisfied sigh.
He pushes your back into the bed to make you arch your ass up for him before lining himself up to your well-fucked hole. You're still very messy from your last orgasm. His cock rubs through your slickness, preparing him to push into you.
Your eyes flash open as he pushes in with one motion. You squeal into the sheets when you feel the fiery sensation of being stretched so quickly. Usually, he makes sure to slowly work himself into you.
Rough hands grip at your hips to pull you back into him as he sets an aggressive pace. It's almost painful how deep he pushes in, filling you to the hilt with every thrust, but the pleasure of him prodding into your special area overrides any kind of discomfort.
You know you're going to feel it in the morning.
Moans spill out of your mouth as his fingers weave into your messy hair and yank your head backward. You feel the wet heat of his lips connect to your neck before the dull edge of his teeth trail down your sensitive skin. You never thought you'd like pain as much as you do now.
Raspy words are whispered into your shoulder, but you can't pick up on what he's trying to say. You can only answer with a whimper as his hips mercilessly slam into your ass, rocking the bed with each sharp movement.
The sound of your joining bodies follows the slippery noises between you, sending your body into a frenzy of buzzing nerves.
You can't help the way you flutter around him as all the stimuli floods into your body. "Mm...Good girl. Fuck." You feel his groan vibrate against your back as you tighten around him, so close to reaching the edge with nothing but penetrative stimulation.
His voice is deeper than usual. His accent--gone.
It's like he can feel you starting to pull back, despite how you're laying completely still under him.
He speeds up, making sure to hit you at an angle to blur any anxious thoughts bubbling in your mind. All you can do is take it. Every deep thrust, bruised mark, and eye-rolling touch.
Regardless of the mental turmoil you're going through, you can't stop the wave of pleasure that curls around you. It's intense. Heat vibrates up your legs and blooms at the center of your torso, immediately slackening all your muscles in one go.
You gulp down breaths as you start to come down from your high, barely registering how Steven sloppily fucks into you with uneven thrusts. With his last ounce of energy, he buries himself deep inside of you, spilling into the warmth of your cunt with a raspy groan.
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Hello! Iâm hooked on your Ctenizidae fic, is there any chance thereâs a part 2 on the way? Iâve scoured your blog looking for it if itâs already posted but came up empty handed đĽş
Youâre an amazing writer!! Good job, I appreciate!! đđť
Thank you so much @chase-porter ! Youâre the sweetest. Itâs been posted forever, so Iâm not sure why you canât see it. :/
Here you go!
22 Moon Knight, MCU, any fandom with hot men really. Asks are open! Black!reader
AN: I feel like I should apologize for my Miguel O'Hara thirst but...I don't wanna.
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PWP in which Miguel makes you come over and over andâ
Rated: M+ (this is smut so, i mean, youâve been warned?)
Words: 749
Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader
Warnings: PWP, p in v, kissing, cockwarming, mild biting, soft!Miguel, overstimulation, praise kink, mild blood, established relationship, multiple orgasms, creampie
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âAgain, mi vida, give me another.âÂ
You whine, limbs shaking, as each push of his hips sends another jolt of pleasure through your body. Heâs been at this for what seems like hours, slowly bringing you to the edge and flinging you over it, only to pull you right back up again and again. He feels so good, his thick cock dragging against every sweet spot inside you, splitting you open, hands gripping your hips, fingers digging into your skin hard enough to leave bruisesâÂ
Your back bows when he changes the angle slightly, the tip of his cock bumping against your cervix. The pleasure rolls through you in waves, seemingly never ending, as he slowly pushes and pulls himself in and out of you. He still hasnât come, is still rock hard inside you; heâs holding himself back, you know, waiting for you to reach a certain level of pleasure before he allows himself to experience it himself. If you werenât so cock drunk right now, youâd probably say something, tell him that you want him to feel good too, that you want to see him lose the control he fights so hard to keep over himself. Â
The stirrings of yourâŚfifth (or is it the sixth?) orgasm begin in your belly, the tendrils coiling, about to snap. You moan weakly as your cunt flutters, breath backing up in your lungs. Miguel grunts, jaw clenching as he maintains the same slow pace, his hand sliding from your hip to your sex. His thumb barely circles your clit when the tension inside you breaks, soft waves of bliss rippling from your core, alighting every nerve in your body as you gasp, mouth falling open in a silent moan. Your eyes roll back in your head and your body trembles, fingers twisting loosely in the sheets beneath you.Â
Miguelâs groan is broken as you convulse around him, his body moving forward to cover yours, to cage you in as he continues to rut into you, prolonging your pleasure. He presses his face into your neck, murmuring his praises into your skin (âSuch a good girl for me, squeezing me so tight.â). His groans increase as your orgasm recedes, his steady pace faltering slightly as he (finally) chases his own pleasure. You moan softly in his ear, your arms heavy as you sluggishly wrap them around his waist, hands resting on his lower back. He mouths at your skin, tongue laving sloppily at the little nicks his fangs leave behind. Â
When he comes, he sinks his teeth into your shoulder, almost growling as he fills you to the brim with his seed. You gasp in surprise, the sharp pain immediately melting into pleasure. His cock is soft and spent, but you whimper nonetheless when he continues to lazily fuck into you, his cum spilling out with every press of his hips. Despite how tired you feel, you donât want him to stop, instead slipping your hands low enough to grasp his backside. He pulls his mouth off of your shoulder with a hum, nose dragging up the column of your neck until he meets your lips in a slow, languid kiss. The taste of your own blood on your tongue sends a shiver through you, arousal once more pooling in your gut. Â
He must sense it, because he keeps going, keeps pumping his softened cock into you, his mouth swallowing every sweet little noise that escapes from between your lips. When you come this time, itâs less intense, the euphoria cresting softly as you bask in the pleasure. He groans brokenly as you squeeze him again, his forehead pressed against yours, half-lidded eyes glued to your face. His hips finally still as you both come down, and he kisses you again, soft and slow, his hand smoothing gently down the side of your face.
âOkay?â he asks, pulling back a little to study your face.Â
You hum, smiling drowsily at him, your hands running up and down his back.Â
He smiles back at you, a suspicious glint in his eyes as he churns his hips a little. âCan you give me another one?âÂ
You whine, shaking your head, your nails digging into his back. âMiguel, no, please. I canâtââÂ
âI know, baby,â he chuckles, leaning in to press a quick kiss to your lips. âIâm just teasing.âÂ
You fall asleep like thatâhis body draped over yours, his cock still inside youâhis solid warmth lulling you into a pleasant sleep.
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summary: miguel always comes home to soothe your aches.
pairing: afab!reader x miguel oâhara
contents: 18+/NSFW/MINORS DNI, soft!miguel, kissing, biting, cockwarming, unprotected sex
wc: 1.3k
an: this was literally just an excuse to write cockwarming with miguel. not betaâd and barely proofread as i JUST wrote this like an hour ago lmao. might be ooc as ive only seen the movie once. in honor of Fatherâs Day for our favorite dilf đĽ°
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Youâre always needy when Miguel walks through the door. Sometimes there are days and days of missing him, short bits of contact here and there as he traipses through the multiverse, but none of that compares to having him standing and breathing right in front of you.
You know that heâs exhausted by the time he makes it homeâ and youâve tried to quell your neediness, to show him youâre happy heâs home without latching yourself to him the moment he comes through the door. Thereâs something about him, about the love that you two share that makes moments away from him feel like an eternity, even if heâs gone just for a few hours. But, he never fails to come home to you and make you feel like he never left.
When he makes it home this time, youâre sprawled out on the couch, eyes fixed on a herd of meerkats that are trying to make it to a watering hole. The sound of a key in the door makes a smile spread across your face, but you keep your eyes on the screen, invested.
âThey survived the jackals?â He calls from the door over the sound of him shedding his suit.
You pause the show, turning around to perch your head on the back of the couch. It gives you the perfect view of him sliding into a pair of boxers that he keeps in the foyer closet. âThey survived the jackals two weeks ago.â
He sighs, closing the space between you so that he can cup your face in his large hands, âIâm missing too much, it sounds like you need to stop watching this without me.â
âOr, you could just stop going away,â You tease, raising up on your knees to press your mouth to his.
âIf I could stay home with you, I would, amor,â He says longingly between kisses. He deepens the kiss, keeping you from responding to his rebuttal. The last thing he wants itâs to send you into one of your spirals, not when all he wants to do is show you how much he missed you.
Miguelâs hands trail down your body, slowly and softly. His fingers brush against your collar bones, the swell of your breast before taking their place at your hips and lifting you off the couch. You groan into his mouthâ the way that he man handles you never fails to have arousal stretching through your entire body. Your hands raise to his hair, tilting his head back so that you can lick more deeply into his mouth, tracing over the points of his fangs.
He gets your legs wrapped around his waist, and walks around to the front of the couch, sitting you both down. Perched in his lap like this, he can grind you down against his clothed cock, which has been growing harder and harder since you kissed him.
Youâre content to stay like this until the two of you lull into sleep. Sometimes heâs too tired to go any further than this, but thatâs just fine. As long as you get to feel him, to taste him, to be completely surrounded by him after being apart for the last week. The way you miss each other showsâ the kisses and grinding and groping grows frantic and rushed. Your skin is unbearably hot, seemingly only cooled by his hands or mouth. Only Miguel can soothe your aches, whether they sit in between your legs or in your heart.
âNeed to be inside you,â He mumbles against your skin, biting down gently as his hands easily tear through your shorts and underwear with no warning.
âMiguel,â You breathe in surprise, pulling back an inch to look into his eyes.
âLetâs get you wet enough for me, cariĂąo,â He takes two fingers and rubs them against your clit at a steady pace, licking and sucking at the bite mark left behind by his teeth.
In less than a minute you completely coat his fingers in slick, whimpers and moans spilling out of you at an increasing rate. He presses his fingers into your mouth and you lap at them eagerly as he removes his boxers and lifts yo, lining himself up with you.
âI missed you, so fuckinâ much,â He sighs, head tilting back as you take every single inch of him. Youâre hot and wet, gripping him so tight that it takes effort to breathe. His chest heaves, head swimming with everything you.
âMissed you,â You whine softly, tucking your face into his neck. Heâs deep, itâs almost as if you can feel him in your lungs, taking up all the space inside of youâ something youâd happily let him do.
âI know you did, needy baby,â He teases breathily, pressing several kisses to the side of your head as he rotates his hips.
The slow grind makes your breath catch, and you grow needy for more, wanting to build the pleasure thatâs festering inside of you. You try to move your hips, to ride him properly but his hold on you tightens, tongue clicking in admonishment.
His lips fall to your ear, his voice firm and commanding, âI want you just like this. Can you feel how deep I am?â
âMhmm,â You agree easily, though it takes much more effort than you let on to still your hips again.
âI want you to still, need to see if I can make you cum just from sitting with my cock inside you. Youâll be good for me, wonât you?â He knows that thereâs no need for him to ask, but he wants to hear you say it.
âSo good, Iâll be so good for you, I promise,â You answer immediately.
Miguel makes a soft approving sound in the back of his throat before using a hand to grasp the nape of your neck, pulling you back so that he can see your face. He grins down at you, noticing the cock drunk look in your eyes. He loves you in all states, even when youâre cranky or fed up with him for the day, but this is one of his favorites.
His fingers return to your clit and his hips move side to side in the softest, steadiest rhythm youâve ever felt. It almost drives you mad, the teasing feeling of him inside of you with such tame relief. But then you feel something building inside of you, the pleasure sneaking up on you so quickly that you hardly have to prepare for what is unknowingly on your first orgasm of the night.
âThere you go, look at you. Cumming for me just from sitting here. Youâre so easy for me, arenât you?â He asks, in a soft condescending tone.
All you can do is whimper, and he kisses you as deep as he is inside of you. If this were anyone else youâd have the kind to protest, but when itâs Miguel talking to you like this you know that thereâs nothing but love and adorationâ wonder even in the way you submit to him.
Over and over, Miguel makes you cum on his cock until he can no longer take it, groaning loudly as he spills inside of you. You pleasantly shiver at the hot feeling of him filling you up, pressing your face further into the crook of his neck as you yawn. Youâve grown sleepy from the late hour and the draining feeling of your repeated releases, unsure of how much time has passed.
He kisses your temple and adjusts so that you both lay on the couch, though he doesnât withdraw, pressing his hand on your back to pivot your hips and keep himself deep inside of you.
âSleep, baby, Iâve got you,â He croons into your ear.
Falling asleep with him like this feels like a waking dream and you slip peacefully into sleep, breathing in his scent. You hope that your dreams will be of him, and just as sweet as this.
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