Touch Starved Miguel Fuckkkkkkkkkk

touch starved miguel Fuckkkkkkkkkk

spending time with your touch deprived boyfriend miguel who has time for nothing but saving the multiverse….. mmm

i can imagine watching a movie with him on your bed and you’re caressing him under the blankets. at first you’re simply grazing his thigh and feeling his skin, but slowly your hands travels towards his shorts, slowly feeling his bulge through the fabric. he’s hard. you palm him softly, simply teasing him. he starts throbbing just by your light touches as you try and hide your smile, knowing exactly how pent up and sensitive he is. you feel his body’s response and start stroking him through the fabric, his outline thick and hard against your soft palms.

at this point, you take your eyes off the tv screen and look at his face, and he looks so so cute. eyebrows tightly furrowed as his half lidded eyes fill with lust, just watching your hand feel him. he lets out quiet whimpers. the dialogue from the tv becoming nothing but background noise for him. “mami” he murmurs under his soft breath, as you continue touching him.

after minutes of relentless teasing, you finally get up from beside him and shift yourself infront of him, “you’ve been working so hard my love, let me help you relax” you say softly. miguel thinks he’s died and gone to heaven from your words. what’d he do to deserve such an attentive, caring, and beautiful girl like you? you tug at his shorts as he looks at you pleadingly, bringing his boxers down revealing his aching cock. it’s dripping pre cum down his base and so big. you sit on top of his knees, straddling him. you collect his pre cum and run your hand up and down his shaft, enough to use it as lube. you begin pumping his cock with your hand, smiling as you watch miguel twitch and crumble into pieces by your touch. you place your other hand on his thigh to keep him in place, as he squirms beneath you.

“feels good?” you coo at him, as pump your fist faster up and down his cock. “m-mhm. shit, don’t stop baby. please” he groans, looking at you with dilated eyes. you smirk as you feel him throb harder in your palm, indicating he’s already close. he tilts his head up against the headboard, shutting his eyes as he shudders from the sensation. “mm mmph i love you princesa. always makin’ me feel so good, fuck i love you s’ much” he babbles, looking back at you as bites his lip, fangs grazing his bottom lip and drawing a pinch of blood.

“i’m gonna c-cum” miguel moans, struggling to keep his legs apart as you hold him down, pumping him to reach his climax. “cum for me mi amor, i got you” you reassure, feeling yourself get wet simply from jerking him off.

you are in awe of the sight of him. he looks so pretty and vulnerable like this, letting you take care of him as he lays there riled up, practically begging you to release his stress. it’s definitely not something you see in your day to days with him.

his eyes roll back, groaning and letting out inaudible whimpers as his chest rises and falls. all of sudden right when he’s close, you slide down and shove him down your throat. “what a-are you, oh m-” he stammers. your soft mouth bobs up and down as he goes feral, “o-oh my god, fffuck” he groans. he brings his hands to your head, desperate for his release and begins throatfucking you into his climax. his mouth agape and eyes shut as spurts and loads of cum fill your mouth in seconds, as you struggle and choke trying to swallow it down.

lifting your head up from his pulsing cock, cum and spit dribble down his base and the sides of your mouth. you lick him up clean with your tongue as his sensitive cock throbs. kneeling back up, you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, giving him a smirk as he chuckles. “how was that” you tease. miguel grins shyly as he brushes his hair out of his face. “you’re a freak, you know that?” he chuckles. “says you, you were practically yelling my name out with your dick in my mouth” you scoff playfully. humiliation plasters onto his face as he laughs in embarrassment, “okay okay, you’re right”. you snicker and lazily lift his boxers and shorts back on.

he smiles at you and strokes your chin. “gracias mi vida” he says sincerely, as you beam in response. “come here” he mutters, as you obey and scoot up to straddle his lap. he cups your cheeks and kisses you lips passionately. then, he bear hugs you, grabbing your waist and peppering kisses all over your face. “miguel stooppp” you giggle as he continues, not listening to you. he slows down and stops kissing you, tucking his head into your shoulder. “te amo preciosa” he says sweetly. “i love you more” you smile, running your fingers through his hair as he strokes your back.

“sooo, we’re gonna have to restart the movie muñeca”

i wanna b mig’s bimbo wife :3!!!!!!!

I wanna be a Bimbo Doll!!!! 2 electric boogaloo

🩷sorry if this is shit im sick lol not proof read

🩷tags/tw: written in third person, afab parts and pronouns, porn with no plot, public sex, oral sex (male receiving), panty huffing and fingering

🩷authors note:Miguel is a loser, like armpit licker, toe sucker loser (no hate if thats ur thing don't let a internet weirdo yuck ur yum just not my cup of tea) no armpits are licked and no toes sucked in this fic tho.

🩷Part One 🩷Part Two 🩷Bimbo!Wife mood board

The bus stop bathroom was what you would have expected. Dirty, grimey, with lots of graffiti and faded stickers covering the walls head to toe. Loser!Miguel flicked the lightswitch, the fluorescent light hummed, bathing the dingy rest stop in a bright, white, light.

Bimbo!Wife took a minute to look around, bending over to inspect something on the wall. “Poor Miles M, he lost his hand dryer…” Bimbo!Wife said sadly, tapping her pink acrylic nail against the automatic hand dryer, a ‘Hello, my name is…’ sticker slapped on it with a certain signature scribbled on it in bold colors.

“That’s not…never mind, c’mere. Take your pants off, sweet thing.” Loser!Miguel muttered, pulling his belt from the loops on his slacks. Bimbo!Wife obediently bounced over, slipping her tracksuit pants off, careful not to take her feet out of her platforms so she doesn't step on the icky floor. His belt and her pants over his shoulder as he bent to pull off her panties.

Her pink butterfly thong secured in one bear-ish hand, his other slipped behind her to cup her cunny. Bimbo!Wife was already wet as he rolled his palm, his wedding ring cold against her folds. The metal clinking against her clit and princess Diana piercings. Poor Bimbo!Wife whined softly, pressing her nose into his clean white lab coat as he gently slipped his middle finger into her drooling hole.

Knuckle deep in her slick pussy, the squishy sex sounds flooded his ears and went straight to this cock. “S’too much,” Bimbo!Wife moaned, pouting her bottom lip. “You were doing just fine when we were in my office.” He reminded her. “You were still going even when my boss walked in,”

“Stawwwp,” Bimbo!Wife whined like a child, her cheeks as red as ripe cherries.

“I saw him looking at you, I don’t blame him, those pretty tits drive me insane.” Loser!Miguel smirked. “Ohmygod, Miguel, SHUT UP.” Bimbo!Wife huffed as his fingers thrust deeper, curling and scissoring them in her plush walls to make her moan. 

“I thought it was great, he was totally checking you out too.” Loser!Miguel slipped a second finger in, thrusting his digits into her to make her moan. He pulled up her itty bitty baby tee to watch her titties drop.

“Just lovely, you’re quite the specimen y’know,” Loser!Miguel cooed, bending his knees to cup one of her tits in his big hand. “You know I don’t know what that means,” Bimbo!Wife pouted, making Loser!Miguel chuckle and  thrust his long fingers back in. Now that they were out of the lab, she could make all the noise she wanted. Loser!Miguel smiled, proud of himself before dipping his head to suckle on one of her pierced nipples.

Loser!Miguel would most definitely have a lactation and breeding kink, the thought alone of Bimbo!Wife’s stomach and breasts becoming swollen from his spunk was enough for him to chub up in his pants. Loser!Miguel could suck on Bimbo!Wife's nipples for days, but him gulping down her warm milk sounded like Loser!Miguel’s own personal heaven.

Until then he’d just have to settle. Thrusting his digits into her while playing with her boobs, Bimbo!Wife rubbed his throbbing member through his pants. He was like a lovesick puppy, his pupils expanding as his chest rose and fell with ragged breaths. A deep rumble came from his chest, almost like purr.

Loser!Miguel couldn’t wait any longer, he pulled his hand from her soft pussy lips. He carefully pushed her down till she was bent down, this is Bimbo!Wife we’re talking about. She doesn’t have a gag reflex, way before she met Loser!Miguel, she was doing it with just about anyone. She’s had pregnancy and STD scares a plenty, but to her it was just practice.

And she rides on her toes, she’s been doing this for how long, she of all people can do it. Perched on her toes in front of him, she waited patiently for him to unzip his slacks. In all honesty Loser!Miguel didn’t love this position, where he couldn’t cop a feel when he needed to. He’d much rather have her in literally anything else, and since she was so bendy she could basically do whatever. But this was gonna have to do for now, beggars can't be choosers anyway. 

His poor cock aching for attention in his hand. Loser!Miguel tilted her head up to look at him, gently tapping the underside of his shaft to her face. His pre cum rolling down and dripping down her flushed cheeks, her pretty eyes half lidded, licking his salty pre from her plump lips.

Batting her lashes, she slowly fed herself inch after inch. Pressing her pointer and ring fingertips to her swollen clit, rubbing tight circles as his spongy head tapped the back of her throat. His hand on the crown of her head, a thin layer of sweat on her forehead, sticking to her baby hairs. 

His other hand holding her panties, he slowly rolled his hips into her, slipping deeper into her tight throat. Loser!Miguel loved the visual of seeing her neck bulge from his thick cock. He raised his hand to face, burying his nose into her panties, breathing deeply as his eyes shut. His eyes rolled back as he inhaled deeply, flicking his tongue out to taste her.

Bimbo!Wife rested her other hand on his hairy thigh for balance, her slobber and his spunk rolled down her chin and dropped down onto the dirty tile floor, her velvet pussy walls clenching around her smaller fingers. She gagged softly, her nose pressed against the trimmed hair blooming over the base of his cock.

Hallowing her cheeks, sliding her lips off his throbbing member, leaving it completely with a lewd pop before swirling her tongue over the red tip. Opening her mouth to show him how she played with it with her tongue. His eyes cracked open from his degenerate panty huffing to watch, his cheeks heating up, he thought he was about to cum all over her face and hair (she’d never forgive him if he did) at the gorgeous sight below him.  

Her slurps and sucks were borderline pornographic, polishing his length with her saliva. Bimbo!Wife brushed her hair out of her eyes, pressing her lips to the tip for a soft kiss as she stroked her soft hand up and down his shaft. Her doe eyes met his, her lip gloss smearing his hung cock.

A shiver shot up Loser!Miguel's spine when he felt her soft lips on the head. His nose buried in her panties as he held her by the crown on her head, pushing all of him into her throat. Bimbo!Wife fell from her toes to her knees. She was about to protest when ropes of hot cum shot down her throat and warmed her tummy. 

She quickly swallowed all of it up, breathing heavily through her nose. Her eyes widened briefly as his release rolled down her throat, the taste of his hot come filled her warm mouth, fat tears welled in her eyes as she held his flaccid cock in her mouth after milking him dry.

Loser!Miguel slowly pulled her head back, his cock flopping down, a few aftershocks of cum dribbling onto the floor. Bimbo!Wife instinctively parted her plump lips to show him she swallowed it all up. His seed, slobber and lip gloss smeared across her face. Fat tears rolled down her bright red cheeks.

A glorious sight for Loser!Miguel seeing that Bimbo!Wife was always so put together, always dressed up, her hair done and makeup perfect. Loser!Miguel couldn’t help but feel proud of himself, he made her come undone like this in a nasty ass rest stop.

He reached down to roll his fingers through her soft hair, a smug smirk on his face. He zipped back up, pulling his belt back on, and helped her up to her feet. “Atta girl, cariño. You ready to go home?” He cooed, giving her pants back, slipping her panties into his pocket for later. 

“Mhm,” she said softly, leaning into him. Her arms wrapped around his waist as they walked back home, the bus long gone, they walked along the road. His arm around her waist and the other holding his box of things on his things. Bimbo!Wife chattered about everything that came to mind and Loser!Miguel listened, nodding and mhm-ing every once in awhile with a dumb smile on his face.

"I've been thinking, what is someone made edibles without weed? Like virgin ones," Bimbo!Wife chripped, she held his hand as they walked.

"...that'd be pretty cool, hmm?" Loser!Miguel nodded in mock agreement, patting her back, sighing softly.

I wonder if anyone is keeping up with my shit

i need to put my favorite white guy in an au hm. which one..

PRIEST!MIGUEL.

The thought of me moaning “oh god” and him replying with “that’s it baby girl pray for me” is driving me crazy 🤤