Me Writing About Any Fixation I Have At The Moment:

Me writing about any fixation I have at the moment:🥰🫶🏽💕😍😘😜

i am not my mother and i am not my father but a third worse thing

Based of thisssssss

Fluff and smut below the cut😘

Miguel couldn’t look at you the same. No matter how hard he tried he just couldn’t do it.

You were currently walking around in an oversized shirt and some basket ball shorts of his. Your body had changed for sure. Stretch marks here and there. And no matter how hard he tried he couldn’t look at you the same.

Gorgeous. The first word he thought of when he laid eyes on you. Fucking beautiful.

The perfect women for him, bright smile and brighter eyes. He married you on the spot. (Well not really but you get the point).

You weren’t the same now, tired eyes and even more tired breathes.

Amazing. The first word that came to mind. Holding your baby close to your chest as you breastfed, cooing and humming. Your smile was kind and loving.

What a perfect mama.

And if he thought you were pretty before, well now, now.

It blows him away, the way the women’s body works. Like a goddess creating life. Caring for it with love and everything in between. You blew him away, the changes in your body. God.

You were so sexy. It turned him on how you cared for the child. How natural you seemed to be at it.

You didn’t think so.

You hated the way you looked, mistaking his glance of love for glances of disgust.

And you loved your baby, truly you did. But you were so tired. Not only was everything sore, but your hormones were acting up. Even after pregnancy you were sensitive, crying at the drop of a hat.

And no, it wasn’t the pretty crying. Your nose would run and your eyes would swell and you would gasp for breath.

The baby would be upset and so would you. Seemed liked the only calm person was your husband, which was saying a lot.

You felt ugly, unworthy of love.

Miguel started to notice this after a bit, the first few times you refused intimacy , refused to let him touch you.

Your eyes were sad when he asked, and after the fifth time you just broke down into tears.

You explained to him what you were feeling g, which broke his heart. Shattered it.

He wondered how his pretty little ma could feel so much shame about her body.

And Miguel, Miguel’s horrible at giving comfort. So he did it the only way he knew how.

When he has put the baby to sleep, and allowed you to freshen up he beckoned you over to the bed. He smiled sweetly, laying you down gently. 

He started with massaging your legs, you always loved that.

He whispered about his day, he knew you’d love that. Nothing interesting. He allowed you to talk, also about nothing.

You smiled as you recounted your day, hands mindlessly messing with the sheets.

Slowly he starts to kiss on your leg, humming an acknowledgment when you say something. You’re so pretty, staring up at the ceiling. Your whole bodies relaxed now, a relief.

You only notice what your husbands trying to do when he reaches your stomach.

Cupping his face you smile sweetly, trying to deter him. It doesn’t though. He shakes his head, pulling your hand gently away from him and kissing both your palms. He chuckles at the light blush that’s dusts your cheeks afterwards.

He moves from your stomach to your breast, groaning at the feeling on them in his hand. He gently rolls your nipples, causing you to gasp. 

His pretty baby.

He kisses under your neck, to your jaw, to your cheeks.

He emphasizes your eyes, your mouth, everything .

He slowly peeled off your shorts, biting his lip. It’s been so long and he missed the feel of you. He missed making love.

And since it’s been so long, how about he preps his girl?

His tongue glides against your pussy, fingers gently rubbing against the inside. His cock twitches at your small moans, so pretty against your lips. You pull and tug at his hair, causing him to groan.

When he’s made you cum twice he pulls away, kissing you and making you taste yourself.

You whine.

And when he finally sinks himself in you he whines.

He moves slowly but deep, kissing anything he can get his hands on. He cups your ass, groping it as he whispers into your ear.

He tells you how much he loves you. How sexy he sees you. He tells you how bothered you get him, walking around like you aren’t the most beautiful, attractive, caring and loving persons he’s ever met.

He gasp as he whispered, beautiful cunt clenching him so good.

He flips over so your on top, and tells you how much he needs you. His lovely wife taking care of him for so long, and now the gorgeous child you both had.

Telling you how perfect you are, how good you’re doing.

And you cum when his hand snakes down to your pussy, thick fingers circling your clit. He comes a moment after your, thrusting himself once, twice, three times to the sound of you moaning his name.

You both lay against each other. Satisfied.

And when you’re falling asleep to his heartbeat, he whispers a soft; “Love you ma, never forget.”

Miguel fic idea ( Fluff and kinda smutty):

This is specifically fem reader :v

Reader who after giving birth to their son, feels insecure about their mom-bod and think Miguel doesn't like it as much. Meanwhile Miguel is going absolutely feral over it and might as well give their child a sibling ;3

Or siblings

Lil fella burnin' up out here.

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