I Had To Draw...the Claws

I had to draw...the claws

i think miguel o'hara doesn't like voicing out his needs, instead he makes you "force him" to say them. he can be pushy, he can grab and pull, kiss and bite but his mouth will only spill out moans and some groans when he's halfway hard and you're not being fast on taking off your clothes or touching him.

he would grind and do everything in his power to get you to be just as horny as he feels. he'd curse out, both in english and spanish when you finally touch him back, when you're the one running your mouth to call out his whorish behavior.

he can bend wherever you guide him to, spreading his legs real nice for you, even arching his back. maybe you want him on top, ready to ride you, and he'll be happy to oblige. or maybe he'll let you push him around, seeing your face as you position yourself between his legs, watching his chest go up and down when he'll eventually sigh in relief, thinking he's about to get what he desperately wants.

his eyes would beg you to fill him up, but you'd wait enough to get him to a breaking point. teasing him, grabbing him, pinching his skin and leaving marks in his neck or back while he starts getting desperate because his cock has been already leaking from the beginning, and he really really needs you.

and by that point it'll only take a bit of dirty talking the big stud, telling him how hot and needy he looks, and he's done. his tone will be demanding, but soon enough he won't stop begging for your cock, screaming your name and asking nicely for more. miguel tells himself he didn't say all those things by choice, you push him to it, you made him be that stuttering mess, but he secretly loves how hard you fuck him each time he says please.

and so he'll say it again and again until you cum inside of him.

miguel getting overstimulated and biting u w his fangs bc everything feels too much

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miguel o'hara

a/n — he's so lady gaga coded to me i think

It's cute seeing him so overwhelmed like this. Deep pants and heavy breaths, his skin sticky with sweat and fluids. He looks heavenly like this. Miguel curses under his breath when you thrust particularly hard into him, feeling him clench down onto your desperately. He lets out a deep grunt— a growl almost. He tangles his fingers into your hair and tugs harshly, kissing you roughly. You could feel him biting down onto your bottom lip, tongue, anything really. It seemed Miguel was desperate to swallow up any of your moans as your rough pace completely destroyed what little resolve he had left.

His clawed hand dug into the blade of your shoulder, little droplets of blood dripping down your skin. The metallic smell made Miguel salivate, mouth watering as he imagined how good you would taste. He suddenly pulled away with a harsh breath, his addicting little noises spilling from those plump lips of his. You noticed the far out look in his eyes, glazed and hazy— you knew.

Smirking to yourself, you pulled out of him agonisingly slow till the tip remained. Immediately, he complained at your lack of action.

"I ought to take your head off. Hnn- H-hurry this up." Miguel said whilst baring his teeth at you, panting heavily and glaring daggers. But you paid him no mind. Instead, you pushed him into a more strenuous position, his knees nearly touching his ears. The heavy breathing that came from him only increased as he felt the burn of the stretch in his thighs. He loved every second of it, but he loved what you did next the most.

You pushed back into him again, your grip on his supple thighs iron tight and unrelenting. But Miguel didn't care about that right now. You were so close, neck so exposed... it was tempting.

"Go on, pretty boy." You urged, wrapping a hand around his throbbing, leaking cock and slowly stroking it. It felt like you had been teasing him until now.

One bite wouldn't hurt.

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Thinking about Miguel desperately fisting his cock and absolutely smothering himself with a shirt he fished out from your dirty laundry. He’s taking deep lungfuls of the smell of your sweat that’s impregnated into the fabric, moaning and groaning like an animal as he fucks into his hand. It’s all wet and sloppy with all the precum dripping from his cock like a broken faucet, his balls sticky and smacking against his fist. He’s so gross, sniffing your dirty clothes like some mutt and getting off on it. He barely waited to rummage through your things the second you left the apartment, following his nose. God, he’s such a disgusting piece of—

His body shudders violently as he paints his stomach with cum, and his chest heaves with his rapid breathing. Miguel blinks the tears from his eyes and lowers the shirt, licking the drool from his lips, just in time to see you leaning against the doorway. His face begins to burn in embarrassment, and he clears his throat, not knowing what to do with the shirt in his hand, but you’re grinning.

“Good?” You ask amusedly, popping a single piece of popcorn into your mouth. He didn’t hear you come back from the store, much less make popcorn. The whole thing is absolutely ridiculous, but he’s salivating again the moment he notices the outline of your hard cock against your sweatpants. “You wanna take this to the bed or do you want me to fuck your throat in the laundry pile?”

Miguel wordlessly leans back onto the nest of dirty clothes and opens his mouth.

WHAT PART OF THIS WAS NECESSARY

how did miguel end up in the position? legs pinned behind his head and feet wagging in the air while you’re pounding his cunt black and blue.

“tighten your pussy more cariño” , you grunted out after slamming into him hard enough to have the tip of your dick pressing against his pleasure point with force. an extremely girlish whimper passing through his lips.

a garbled gasp was all he could muster , hands scratching at your shoulders from the sheer power you were moving your hips with. it was kind of surprising how someone your age could have so much ferocity. “i-i can’t ! fuuck y-you’re a-an animal”

miguel’s pussy kept a nice grip on your cock , leaving it a shiny mess every time you pulled out of him. you watch as his eyes crossed and his jaw fell open in ecstasy , shamless grunts leaving his mouth.

it was fathers day. you knew your lover was upset not being able to spend fathers day with anyone , so what better way to spend it than you putting a baby in him?? giving him the thickest creampie?

“shit baby! you feel so so good . . ah!” , rolling your pelvis and the incredibly loud slick sound of your thick cock playing in his pussy. the older man was a complete mess for you , his pussy all swollen as you gave him nice deep strokes.

“g’nna nut deep in this pussy yeah? give you all the babies you want. you like that right mama?” , the way you spoke to him — so fucking filthy and indecent. but he couldn’t help but nod and agree.

“y-yes! give me your babies mi amor — haah fuck! make me a mama” , miguel’s gummy walls contracted around you and you moved your hand down to his clit , flicking his clit with your thumb.

“ok miguel. i’ll knock you up and fill you til it takes ok baby?”