Eating Out Miguel For Hours While He Claws At The Ned Before Giving Him What He Wants Your Cock And Cum

Eating out miguel for hours while he claws at the Ned before giving him what he wants your cock and cum

Trans!Miguel O'Hara x Male Reader Warnings: NSFW, 18+ Only. Oral (r giving), afab terms used, sex, creampies.

Your tongue and fingers work in tandem, coaxing orgasm after orgasm from Miguel. By the time you’re somewhat satisfied his thighs are dripping, trembling either side of your head, and when you look up he’s already watching you with glossy eyes, halfway to delirium and only held down by the grip he has on your hair. He’s hypnotised when you pull away, translucent strings of saliva and his slick coating the lower half of your face, and he expends what little energy he has left to pull you up into a sloppy makeout, humming into the kiss when he tastes himself on your tongue.

Neither of you are fully satisfied yet, and when you inch your cock inside it’s a seamless glide, the knot in your gut already tight after spending so long between his thighs. You’ve barely bottomed out and he’s already impatient, claws sinking deeper where they’ve come to rest on your back, shaky legs doing their best to wrap around you as he mumbles against your lips “Move.”

Normally you would punish him for his lack of manners, draw it out even longer, but with the way he’s so desperate underneath you, you don’t. Instead, you set a rapid pace - pulling out until just the tip is inside and then slamming back in, the warm, gummy walls of his cunt sucking you in. After just a few minutes he’s clinging onto you, pussy fluttering around your cock as he groans, “Estoy cerca.”

You’re right behind him, pleasure coiling in your abdomen as each thrust sends sparks of pleasure up your spine. “Fuck, me too, where do you-”

He doesn’t let you finish. If he had more energy he would roll his eyes at such a dumb question, as if the same thing doesn’t happen every time, and yet like every other time, he’s answering without thinking. “Inside, please, inside.” 

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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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?”

miguel o'hara being a brat and using his throat as a fleshlight / fucking his mouth. maybe pulling his hair a little when coming down his throat.

( can i be 🪻 anon btw? :D )

You grab a fistful of Miguel’s soft hair between your fingers and thrust your cock down his throat. It convulses around you as he gags, and he glares up at you with tears rolling down his cheeks, but his tongue laps at the underside of your cock when you pull away. You use your grip on his hair to fuck his mouth until his lips are bruised and puffy, a frothy mix of spit and precum dribbling down his cleavage. His eyes flutter when you drag him down, your balls clenching against his wet chin as you orgasm. His throat works almost frantically to swallow, and his hands come up to grip your thighs when you pretend to pull away. You chuckle, scratching at his scalp, and he glares up at you with teary eyes.

Miguel with a marking kink, he loves getting marked and making you back plus a breeding kink, he wants to be filled all the time

Miguel O'Hara x Male Reader Warnings: NSFW, 18+ Only. Pretty much the request, marking & breeding kink.

Miguel wants it all: scratches, bites, hickeys, bruises on his hips and thighs from where you’ve gripped him roughly. Just as they’re beginning to fade he’s climbing into your lap and riding you to his heart's content, not stopping until it looks as if you’ve both been attacked by wild animals, his body scattered with bites and blooming dark marks, barely any skin unblemished.

You don’t get away scot-free either, he’s just as eager to mark you up. His favourite is clawing you while you’re pounding into him and leaving angry trails down your back, or biting into the meat of your shoulder when he gets close, fangs piercing the skin when he cums. His whole body shudders as his cock twitches violently, rope after rope spilling between your bodies. 

And after all that don’t even think about pulling out, he’s got his legs locked around you in an iron grip as you cum, keeping you pressed against him and your cock plugging his hole as you pump load after load inside - your cock is still oozing out the remainder of your previous orgasm and he’s already riding you again, wanting, demanding another one. Even once you’re finished and pull out he’s scooping up any cum that manages to escape and pushing it back in with his fingers before sliding a plug inside.

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.