WIP For Waiting For You PT2

WIP for ‘Waiting’ for you PT2

(spoilers if you don't want to read it yet)

Coming soon 🩷🩷

It got me having cavities how sweet this is 😭

HAPPY 1K THOUGH LET GO AHHHHHHH IM SO HAPPY FOR YOU

But request time gurl!😘😌✊, so what about a nerd!Miguel\dom x nerdygirl!reader LIKE IMAGINE THE FLUFF AND THE SMUT THERE BOTH BE A BLUSH MESS but I feel like Miguel would take the lead and show he dom when doing it like dont blame me! 😭✊ like he still nerdy Miguel we all know the sweet boy but let make the nerd that friend s with the popular group and have a girlfriend who is nerdy!reader and which is a very shy person then Miguel is.

Pls my life depends on this request gurl and I hope your having a great day though BYE STILL SO HAPPY FOR YOU EACHING 1k following

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miguel o’hara stars in… ‘OUR FIRST TIME’ (ﾟωﾟ)

*･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.miguel o’hara x reader.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*

SMUT

you and your nerdy boyfie, miguel, have your first time together 🩷

cw; loss of virginity, creampie!!!!!, iloveyous, it’s actually really cute, womb fucking ig, softdom!nerd!miguel, NAWT PROODREAD!!!

2k+ words

@cheonstapes: thank you sm lovelie🩷🩷 apologies it took so long but this was so fun to write and i love your mind. i hope you enjoy beautiful! also tumblr keeps fucking up my italics and bolds so im gonna add them on later!

you and miguel had to have been the most stereotypical couple at the university.

who would’ve guessed the two biggest nerds on campus would’ve gotten together — especially when it was because of your shared interest in genetics. but to miguel’s friends, it was so sweet — a little cringe, but sweet. seeing that it had already been a year since you two started dating, the two of you not being able to hold a conversation without stuttering and blushed profusely was quite concerning.

every time you looked him in the eyes, your heart would suddenly beat a million times faster — face flushing, hands trembling as you try to come off as calm as possible. it was so embarrassing, you could cry just thinking about it. he had such pretty eyes hidden behind those thin frames, didn’t make it better that he would stare into your soul every time you talked.

but miguel wasn’t any better — in fact, he was worse. his whole friendship group being the talk of the college helped miguel to open up more, the persistent attention meaning he had to adapt to being surrounded by people. the incessant staring? that’s him trying to make himself less nervous by making you more nervous so you would stop looking at him so he could admire you without you realising — long, i know. but he loved how sweet you were, the way you were so deeply in love with him — just like he was with you.

walking out of your biology lecture, he speeds up walking to catch you on the othwr side of the room — gently slipping his hands into yours. you tense, looking up at his handsome face before relaxing — “ah, m-miggy!” he smiles so softly, wrapping his beefy arm around your waist. “hey, pretty — you finished for today?” his fingers squeeze the fat of your hips, pulling you into his chest as he leans against a nearby wall.

he always knew how to make you so fucking nervous, staring down at you like you were the centre of his world — which you in fact were. “yeah! i was just gonna go back to my dorm and study. would…well, it’s ok if you’re busy — but do you, maybe, wanna…” god, why is it so hard to ask your boyfriend to hangout! he knew what you wanted to ask, he just wanted to hear you say it. “do i wanna what, hm? i mean — i don’t have any plans later either, i was thinking of going to pete-“

“no!” a brief flicker of slight panic takes over your face, you refuse to be that much of a mess to the point where you can even ask your own boyfriend out. “i mean, would you like to come my dorm tonight? t-to study, obviously.” amazing job, girlfriend, amazing job. once again, he wore that stupidly handsome smirk — fingers kneading the soft flesh of your waist. “study? of course, babe — why didn’t you just ask?” prick.

miguel always said he found it easier to study when you were right next to him — as in, resting in between his legs as your head lay on his chest. “did you get the answer to number 8? i think i missed that lesson…” you tilt your head, looking up at him. you looked so cute with your little glasses as you studied, a small pout on your lips as you tap on his leg for him to help you out.

he was thinking a lot of things right now, and none of them were the answer for number 8. before he met you, miguel was always deep in his studies — head buried in a textbook every night. but now you’re his, he can’t think about anything else. the outline of your chest against your tight shirt, pert nipples straining against the fabric since you insist you feel better without a bra — he wasn’t a perv, but damn if you were making him feel like one.

“u-uh…i think — uhhhh…” he was really fucked. your cute little giggle and the way you shimmied around to sit on your knees, hands clutching his cheeks. “migs, you’re burning up! you ok?” he was no ok, not by a long shot. despite having so much attention on him simply because of the people he’s friends with, miguel was still very much a virgin. yeah, he’s jerked off before — but that was only after he met you. your entrance into his life awakened a part of his brain that he thought was forever stored away — and he did not know how to deal with it.

sex was something the two of you were yet to talk about, 2 years into the relationship and it was like you were kids about to have their first kiss. there were lingering touches here and there, but oh how badly he wants to feel your sweet pussy around him. “can… i touch you?” he could barely register the words that came out of his mouth before he takes in the way your face changes completely. the heat radiating from your cheeks could melt the arctic, that was the one thing you weren’t expecting to hear. at all.

of course, you were a virgin too — all in all saving yourself for miguel for when the time comes. you just didn’t expect it to be so soon. he looked so depraved already, panting softly — hair tousled from when he was laying down, you want him so, so bad. “u-uh, yeah — go ahead!” you didn’t mean to sound so enthusiastic, but miguel didn’t care — a hand immediately trailing up your plush thighs, toying with the edge of your panties under your skirt. “you’re…you’re so pretty.” he could feel his hands shaking, heart pounding in his chest — the warmth of your skin and the small moans leaving your lips were fucking with his head.

the tender skin was so sensitive, causing your thighs to tremble under his touch. he didn’t expect you to be so sensitive. fuck, did he want to tease you for it, but he couldn’t talk — not when he was already about to bust when you haven’t even touched him yet. “mmm — m-miggy.. please..touch me.” you could tell he wanted to, he just didn’t know where to start. his fingers ran up your inner thigh, teasingly running over the small wet patch on your cute panties.

he felt like a newborn learning how to walk again, the rugged rhythm in which he was working your little clit showed how inexperienced he is — but you didn’t care, especially not when you yourself couldn’t even notice his lack of technique. he fully pulled your panties down your legs, throwing them to the side — there was a sharp in take of breath from him as he stared at your bare cunt, his bulge pressing harder aganst the mattress.

“g-god, baby, can… can i taste you, please?” miguel couldn’t believe how desperate he sounded, he had dreamed about eating your pretty, little pussy out for ever now, the thought of you denying him that now would break him. “y-yeah, fuck. please, miggy.” his tongue immediately latched onto your clit, swirling and sucking it into his mouth as his fingers probed your tight hole.

he knew you would need some extra prep to be prepared for taking him, so he made sure to make you feel as good as possible — he wasn’t about to let your first time be your worst. the fat of your thighs were tight around his head, holding him in place as he steadily fucked you with his tongue. for someone who was a virgin only 20 minutes ago, he sure knew how to work that tongue — your breathy moans breaking through the sloppy squelching noises of your wetness.

“migs…i — mmph!” the sensation was unknown but not unwelcome. a firm pressure in your tummy that felt like a dam about to burst all over your boyfriend’s face. miguel’s watched enough porn to know what that sound meant, reluctantly sitting up from his position between your legs to peer down at you — drooling cock bobbing between his thighs. he licked your arousal from his lips, shakily grabbing onto your legs to push them over his shoulders.

“baby, ‘m not letting you cum until you’ve had my cock in you — ‘s not how it works.” he felt like he was going insane, the sight of your pussy, so tantalisingly close to his length — the chubby tip poking against your entrance. you could only nod, you couldn’t argue with that — not when you’ve been waiting for this moment. upon getting your approval, he wrapped a beefy hand around his cock — smearing his pre-cum along your puffy folds.

he was so slow when he pushed into you, the sheer girth of him stretching your poor pussy thin. “fuckin’ hell, baby— s-so, so tight.” his strong hips pounded against your pelvis, your skin tinging a faint shade of red. your body was jostled against the headboard with every thrust, a thick rim of cream forming at his base. miguel was lost in the feeling of your cunt, drooling mindlessly against your neck as he rammed deep inside of you.

“m-miguel…!” the harder he fucked into you, the shakier your voice was — whiny moans and heavy grunts reverberated through your small dorm room. he couldn’t believe how good fucking you felt, your velvety walls gripping onto him like a life line. miguel was completely delirious, only letting incoherent mumbles — a bruising grip on your waist as he brings you back against his cock.

“ohhh, f-fuck…! iloveyou, so — shit, so much!” your pussy was so good, he didn’t even realised it slipped out — i love you. he really did, and in this moment — there was nothing else but the two of you, connecting so beautifully as you give yourselves to each other fully. he messily sucks on the skin just below your ear, simply grinding into your womb as his hand trails down your back — squeezing the flesh of your ass to pull you flush against him.

“i…i love you too, migs.”

you..you love him too? fuck. his hips stilled, gooey cum filling your cunt raw as he pours all of his love into you. miguel’s back heaved, his arms giving out under him as he falls on top of you — wrapping an arm around your waist as he carefully rubs your clit. his heart was soaring, smiling down at you as he fucked himself into overstimulation — determined to see you cum all over his cock.

“my pretty girl, you’re all mine — wanna see you cum. you gonna cum for me, yeah?” god, his voice was husky and deep — tickling your ear and sending tingles down your spine. your legs trembled, cunt spasming as it gushed out that clear liquid. it coated the sheets below you, splashing against his stomach — a low, gravelly moan leaving miguel as he filled you with his cum once again.

the two of you laid in silence for a beat, panting softly as he rested on your chest. one of your hands moved up to cup his face, picking up his glasses from your bedside stand — placing them on his face, albeit with wonkily but it matched that dopey grin on his face. “i swear to god, i’ve turned you into an animal, migs! you sure that was your first time?” giggling, you kissed his lips softly — nimble fingers brushing through his sweaty hair.

“guess i got a bit carried away, huh?” he sighed, softly rubbing your tummy. “‘s not my fault i’ve got the most beautiful, sexiest, most loving, caring, perfect, goddess of a girlfriend anyone could wish for.”

miguel was embarrassingly in love with you, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

-smack myass like a drum

So far, I have ‘waiting’ for you (part 2) scheduled right now, with one request in the works, two original ideas from yours truly, and part two for ‘patching’ things up. Please be patient 😭

I need this man.

starring — bestfriend!miguel o’hara x female reader/you

sum it up — your man can’t do it like he can

be warned — smut, 18+ MDNI, cheating on your boyfriend (he deserves it tbh), dry humping, oral (f receiving), fingering, p in v, unprotected sex (use a condom pls), cowgirl and lotus position, breeding kink, creampie, possessiveness, praise, he talks you through it

this many words — 5.3k (very roughly edited, got a little carried away..)

a word from our author — r&b lovers, this one is for you. and shoutout to ll cool j and boys II men (I suggest listening to the song if you’ve never heard it!)

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐮𝐩 |𝐀𝐎𝟑 (will be uploaded to ao3 later)

you’re all a real man can need and ever ask for

On his back, spread out across his mattress, and staring at the blades of his ceiling fan, Miguel O’Hara knows he is royally screwed.

He can’t even remember the last time he’s had a crush, much less one this intense. You’re the first in years and for the past few months, you’ve been destroying him completely.

He doesn’t know up from down and he can’t tell his left from his right—all thanks to you. How it even happened, he doesn’t know but ever since he set his sights on you, everyone else became invisible.

There’s only two things stopping Miguel from making a move. One, you’re his best friend. Two, you’re in a relationship already.

but I don’t wanna violate your relationship so I lay back in the cut with a crush that’s a trip

You’ve been friends since college when the two of you ended up in the same study group. Fate brought you together and he knows only the grace of God allowed you to tolerate him for so long.

He’s always loved how outspoken you are. You and Miguel used to go tit for tat debating about everything from class readings, to theorems, to homework answers.

Despite all the back and forth, you shared a mutual respect for one another that survived graduation and blossomed into a real friendship when you both entered the adult world.

Years have passed and the both of you are still joined at the hip. You know everything that makes Miguel tick (saying made up words like “irregardless”) and he knows just what to do to make you smile (usually involves bringing you food). The inside jokes between you could fill a stadium.

He can’t lose that. It would kill him.

still, he can’t stop me from having daydreams

But Miguel can’t get you out of his mind. Every time he’s with you he thinks about what it would be like if you were his girl. How he would hold you, kiss you, please you, make you happy, and make you feel loved.

He wishes he could go back to before he decided he wants to be with you. That was easier. That was before Brian came along and made him realize his feelings for you. Though, by then, it was already too late.

Brian. Fucking Brian.

The scowl etched in his brows is deep, bordering on permanent if he doesn’t start thinking happier thoughts soon.

The thing is, Miguel doesn’t actually care about your romantic relationship. He just pretends to because you’re his best friend. Truthfully, your boyfriend could die today and he’d be on cloud nine.

Brian. Fucking. Brian.

He really needs to stop frowning but he can’t. Brian has you and he doesn’t. What is there to smile about?

He won’t say he hates him because “hate” implies that he cares somewhat about him—even if in a negative way. Miguel doesn’t care about Brian. Honest. He cares about how Brian treats you. So far, the reviews aren’t the best.

Any time you’ve brought up your boyfriend within the past six months it’s in relation to how much of a dickhead he’s being at the moment.

There was the time you argued over where to have dinner for your birthday. You wanted Italian and he wanted sushi and also to go 50/50.

One time you fought about him putting very little effort into your Valentine’s Day plans. He made last minute reservations at a cheap restaurant with terrible ratings and you got food poisoning.

Recently, there was a heated discussion over how much time you spent with Miguel.

Miguel found that one particularly intriguing. Was Brian threatened by him? Good. He should be. He would never treat you the way Brian does because the would treat you a billion times better.

Bottom line: there are a million reasons to leave your boyfriend and Miguel could name them all. You’re just too nice to leave him. You want to see the good in everyone.

To Miguel, you’re everything a man could need, more importantly, you’re everything that he wants. That idiot you’re dating doesn’t appreciate what an amazing, stunning, witty, hilarious, supportive, caring, and perfect girlfriend he has. That’s the part that drives him insane.

A sigh that crescendos into a guttural groan escapes him. He may be more than royally screwed at this rate.

Maybe this is more than a crush.

The more Miguel thinks about it, the more he knows that he has to tell you. Friendship be damned. He can’t stand by another day and watch you be with Brian knowing that he can treat you much better. If it doesn’t work out, you can still work as friends he’s sure. Either way, he won’t let you go.

I gotta take you from your man, that’s my mission

There’s a knock at his apartment door. He isn’t expecting anyone and he knows it’s not the mailman because they already dropped off his coupons and bills.

When he answers the door, he’s shocked to see you standing there wearing a scowl that mirrored his only moments ago.

It’s like a cosmic confirmation that this is his chance. He can’t send his thanks to heaven with you right in front of him so he settles for a megawatt smile instead.

“Hey.” Miguel greets you. He wants to gauge where you’re at before revealing his hand. The confession sits at the tip of his tongue. He’s eager.

“Can I come in?” You don’t even really greet him back and that’s his second clue that something is off.

“Yeah, of course.” He moves to the side.

You slide past him and make yourself comfortable on his couch.

“Thought you were busy today.” Miguel mentions, still trying to play it cool. He joins you on the couch after locking the door.

“I thought I was going to be busy too.” You shrug. Your attitude is seeping from your pores.

He could tell you were a bit upset when he answered the door but now Miguel can see it’s deeper than that. There’s a grey cloud thundering over your head that makes him glad he held off on his confession for now.

It doesn’t take a genius to pinpoint the culprit.

“Brian did something?” It’s less of a question and more of a statement. You confirm anyway, completely fired up.

“Oh Brian did something, alright. He forgot our six-month anniversary!” You toss your hands up in the air looking at Miguel like can you believe this?!

Unfortunately, he can. Immediately, Miguel sees red.

How could he do that to you? Is he stupid?

“He is stupid!” You agree which makes Miguel realize he said that out loud.

“And he’s such a dick!”

He is! Miguel thinks.

He’s careful not to say it out loud this time. Miguel isn’t sure if he should chime in or keep quiet while you’re in this volatile state. He chooses the latter while you continue.

“I don’t even know why I put up with him!” You’re up pacing in front of his coffee table now.

Miguel doesn’t know either.

“I do so much for him!” You really do. Too much if you asked Miguel.

“I try to be a good girlfriend and I know I’m not perfect but I don’t think I’d forget something as important as this. I guess that’s because it’s only important to me. It’s like he doesn’t even care about me. Sometimes I feel like I’m in this relationship by myself..”

Your steps have slowed as you process everything. Defeated, you plop back onto the couch beside Miguel.

“Go ahead, say it.” You gesture your hand at him.

“Say what?” Miguel’s brows furrow in confusion.

“Oh come off it, Mig, you were never his biggest fan. I know you didn’t really like Brian or think he was good enough for me. Just say ‘I told you so’ already. I can take it.”

Miguel didn’t know he was being that obvious with his dislike but regardless he’d never make you feel worse like that. Seeing you this downtrodden hardly feels like a victory.

I would hold you in my arms and ease your fears

“Come here.” He commands with his arms opened up. You can’t resist his embrace even when you’re not upset so of course you scoot closer and lay on top of him. His arms wrap around you and his lips press softly to your temple. You feel yourself finally relax after being mad all day.

“I’d never do that, okay?” He murmurs softly into your hair. “Not about this. I’m sorry that happened, hermosa. You deserve so much better than him. One day you’ll find someone who is.”

Miguel just hopes that when the time comes, you’ll let it be him.

The conviction in his tone makes you lift your head up from his chest to look into his eyes. You can tell that he means all of it.

“Yeah?”

“Are you kidding?” His hand comes up to cup your cheek. “Absolutely. You deserve someone who makes you happy. Someone who considers you and your feelings and goes out of their way to make you feel important. You’re an amazing woman… You deserve someone who can appreciate that.”

His last statement is a loaded one neither of you want to touch. It sits between you like a motion activated bomb. This pregnant pause is bordering on awkward but you can’t stop gawking at him and he damn sure isn’t going to look away from you. Finally, you speak.

“..It sounds like I deserve someone like you.”

Miguel is quick. “No, you deserve me.”

It doesn’t come as a suggestion. This is the confession he’s been sitting on for six months. The elephant he’s lugged in and out of every room with you like its personal caretaker. The hardest part for him is hardly over.

“Mig… do you have… feelings for me?”

hey lover, hey lover, this is more than a crush

“I have a lot more than feelings for you.” He could say the L word but he doesn’t want to send you running for the hills. It’s exactly what he means though.

You can read between the lines well enough. All you’re wondering is how long had this fine print been there and how are you just now seeing it?

“How long have you…”

“Too long.” Miguel huffs out a laugh but you know nothing is really funny right now. “Too damn long. I would’ve said something sooner but you were in a relationship… You looked happy.. I didn’t want to mess that up.”

“I wish you would’ve.” You confess.

Miguel’s mind must be playing tricks on him. He probably fell asleep when he was laying on his bed thinking about you earlier. That’s what this is, he thinks. There’s no way you said what you just said.

“What?” He says stupidly.

“I said,” You sit up straight and throw your legs over him to straddle his waist. “I wish you would’ve. You would’ve saved me a lot of time and a little bit of heartbreak.”

His head is spinning. He told you and you didn’t turn him away. Better yet, he can feel the weight of you holding his hips down because you’re on top of him telling him you feel the same. Wait. Do you feel the same?

“You have feelings.. for me?” Miguel asks from below you.

This big idiot, you think to yourself. If he didn’t get it in college of course he doesn’t get it now.

You lean down, pressing your chest to his and he groans softly. “I feel like I wanna kiss you. How about that?”

“Ok.” His hand holds the side of your chin and guides you to him. Your lips meet his it’s a soft kiss, you two are just getting to know each other intimately, and it’s sweet.

I kissed you softly and you yearned for more

His other hand finds your waist and urges you to grind on his erection. The bulge is rock hard even through all the layers of clothes but the friction is delicious against your aching clit. Your hips rock faster against him as your mouth falls open to spill a beautiful moan from the back of your throat. Miguel takes this opportunity to slip his tongue inside your mouth where he swirls it around and against yours.

Both of his hands grip your waist now. He helps you rub against him even when he pulls away to ask, “So is that a yes?”

“God,” You groan, breathless and nearing the edge, “For someone so smart you really act so dumb.”

Miguel’s bottom lip is caught between his teeth watching you use him like this to get off. “Need to— mm, need to hear you say it, nena. Please.”

“Yes, Miguel,” You mewl. That lazy grin appears on his face when he peers up at you. “Fuck. I have feelings for you.”

You’re so wet that you’re starting to glide against the seat of your panties but you can’t stop. Your movements are frenzied. You’re bouncing erratically on top of him with your hands on his throat not even caring if he can breathe. Miguel doesn’t care either he just wants to watch you come apart.

“Look at you, preciosa, you’re so close. Mmhm, so close I can see it on your face." Your hands around his throat have his voice so gravelly and thick with lust. It drives you crazy. Your release is building rapidly, quicker than you can keep up with. Miguel notices this right along with your movements getting sloppier.

"Don't stop baby," He chokes out.

"I won't." You promise with a whine. "Mig, I'm close."

"Yeah? Keep rubbing that pretty pussy on me like a good girl. I wanna see you cum so fucking bad.”

You want to please him, do everything he says, be a good girl for him. So you obey with a whimper. "Oh my god, Miggy. You feel so good." You completely fall apart on top of him, eyes fluttered closed, mouth wide open letting those pretty little moans escape you. He can't get enough but he holds back until he can get inside you.

"Así, baby, that's it. Back and forth, just like that. Tan perfecto, chula. My good girl. So perfect for me." Your hips have a mind of their own, still rocking against his bulge while your ride it out until they slow to a stop.

"C'mere." Miguel sits upright and grabs your chin to bring you into a searing kiss. This one is much different from the first. It's filthier. He's hungrier. You can barely keep your head up. Both of you moan into each other's mouths. His hands are everywhere on you. He sucks your tongue into his mouth with a delicious groan. You had no idea he was like this.

"You don't know how long I've been wanting to do something like that." Miguel pants into the crook of your neck.

"I think I may have some idea." You chuckle breathlessly.

"Let's get you out of these leggings so I can paint a better picture for you." He slyly starts tugging the waistband. You hardly put up a fight and raise up so he can pull them down your legs along with your panties.

"Can you lay back for me, pretty girl?" He can tell you love all these pet names so he keeps using them. “Need to taste you.”

kissin’ on your thighs under moonlight

You lay back with a pillow under your back to prop you up and your head settled on the arm rest. Miguel dives between your legs to plant wet kisses all up and down your inner thighs. You sigh in complete bliss while threading your fingers in his wavy locks. Your legs drape over his shoulders and his thick arms encircle your thighs, the palms of his hand ensure your legs can’t close without his say so.

searching your body with my tongue, girl, all night

"Estás tan mojada, nena. I'm starting to think you might like me or something." Miguel jokes. There's a comeback ready to go on the tip of your tongue but it dies in your throat the moment he places a wet smack of a kiss on your clit.

"Ohhh.." Is all you can say. His tongue parts your lips in a deep swipe at your core. Over and over again he repeats. Sometimes he stops to suckle your clit into his mouth. He loves the way you taste, way better than he ever imagined. You grip the strands of his hair tighter and bring his face closer to your pussy which elicits a groan from him.

"You like using me to cum, don't you?" You nod helplessly. That isn't good enough for him though. "Be a good girl, use your words."

Emboldened, you stroke his cheek and reply, "Yes, Miguel I like using you like a little fucktoy."

His smile is a wicked curve. He always did love it when you two went back and forth with each other. "There she is."

"Mhm. Now spit on it and make a mess for me, cariño." You order him sweetly. You’re so wet that you don’t really need it but he complies. His warm saliva lands right on your clit and the impact makes you mewl.

Miguel wants it on every inch of your cunt, his tongue spreads and laves it all over you mixing with your slickness. The taste, god just the taste of you makes him drool even more. He’s fucked his fist more than a few times to this exact thought before. Each time has led to a mess between his thighs, on his fingers and on his chest.

You hold his head to you with both hands bucking upwards into his mouth. So needy and desperate, Miguel thinks. He loves to see you so into it.

“That’s my good girl, mm.” He kisses your pussy between licking and sucking. “So needy.. fucking my face like this so you can cum all over my mouth.”

“Yesss.” You cry softly. That’s exactly what you want. “Hold your tongue out.”

Every command from you is a direct call to action for Miguel so he obeys. You grind against it and he moves his head with you, lapping like a dog at a water bowl. He pants like one too from holding his mouth open for you.

Your thighs tighten around his head, one hand goes to your breast to squeeze and the other stays in his hair to guide him. His wet tongue is stiff against your clit and just barely slips into you when he reaches your opening. Those shallow thrusts and swirls against you have you seeing stars.

“I’m close, I’m close, I’m—” Your sentence is cut off by a gasp and then the loudest moan you’ve made all night. Miguel clamps his lips around you and sucks hard. Your orgasm is searing. Tears prick the corner of your eyes. You don’t stop flopping until Miguel’s lips let go of your bundle of nerves.

He gazes up at you from between your legs, eyes meeting your fucked out expression.

"You're so fucking sexy, you know that baby?" Miguel presses kisses all over your thighs and lower stomach then finally on your lips. You cradle his head in your hands. His tongue swirls into your mouth giving you a taste of yourself.

“Think you can give me one more?”

Your bottom lip wobbles. “I need you insi—”

Just then, your phone rings. It’s Brian. Everything you and Miguel have done in the past twenty minutes comes back to you in a flash.

Miguel can tell just by your reaction who’s calling. “Answer it.”

“No! I don’t want to talk to him right now!” Your phone is still vibrating in your hand.

“Why not?” Miguel grins. He knows damn well why not.

“Because we— I can’t just— No!” You toss your phone to the opposite end of the couch. It stops ringing once it lands on the cushion. You let out a sigh of relief.

“Don’t tell me you’re having regrets?”

“No! Never I just didn’t expect him to call. It feels like he knows what we did.”

“Let’s tell him what we did.” Miguel runs his hand along your side, peeking under the fabric of your shirt. You shudder. His breath fans across your neck as he whispers “Leave out the guess work.”

You’re putty in his hands, pliant and eager. “Miguel—”

Your phone rings again. You try to reach it but it’s in Miguel’s hand before you can get to it. His finger hovers over the green answer button.

“You want me inside you?” He asks, holding you by the throat.

“Please..” You plead, eyes looking up at him through your lashes.

“End it. Because I have no intention to share you.” He places the phone in your hand. You answer just before the last ring.

“H-Hello?” Shit. You already sound guilty.

“Speaker.” Miguel mouths. You press it so that both of you can hear.

“Be honest with me, are you at Miguel’s place right now?” That makes you snap. Not even a hello in response. Not a Happy Anniversary. Just inquiries of your whereabouts.

“I.. cannot believe you right now, Brian.” You’re frowning hard but Miguel’s scowl has you beat.

“We talked about this, babe, I don’t like you being around him so much.. I don’t trust him.” Miguel scoffs. He has every reason not to given what you two have done today but that’s not the point

You are irate and vengeful now. Hell hath no fury quite like yours.

“Fine! Yes I’m at Miguel’s, Brian! Do you wanna know why I’m at Miguel’s? Because you forgot our fucking anniversary! All day I waited for you to say or do something to even acknowledge it but you didn’t so yes! Yes I went to his place in hopes that he would cheer me up! And he did!” You chuckle mirthlessly.

“He let me fuck his face, Brian. I guess you can say that cheered me up a little but I’m still a little hurt from what you did to me.”

“I’m sorry, baby, please don’t do this. I love you.. God, I’ll make it up to you I swear. Just let me make it right, please. I’m so fucking sorry.” Brian pleads. He actually does sound a little sorry. That’s too bad. Maybe it would’ve worked in the past but you’re over it now.

“Oh, I bet you are.” Your lips form a pout even though he can’t see you.

“It’s a little too late for that because,” You look to Miguel who’s watching you with lust-heavy, half-lidded eyes. “Now he’s gonna let me ride him. Isn’t that right, baby?”

“Mhm.” Miguel confirms. His arms wrap around you and he lifts you off the couch. “Gonna make it all better, nena.”

“See?” You tell Brian. “He’s gonna make it all better. Don’t worry about me anymore, we’re done.” You hang up not even caring to hear his response and drop your phone on the couch.

“Take me to your bed.”

“Sí, señora.” Miguel is practically floating up the steps as he carries you. This couldn’t have gone any better. You want him and he wants you and nothing else is in the way of you being together.

He places you down on his bed and reaches for the hem of your shirt to lift it over your head. The sight of your tits makes him groan. You’re going to be the death of him.

“Your turn, Mig, shirt off.” You don’t have to tell him twice. His t-shirt gets lifted above his head and discarded to the corner of the room. Your eyes rake over his chest unabashedly. It feels good to shamelessly stare at him the way you used to try not to. Dammit he looks good.

“Shorts too.” Your voice is a little shakier this time. A fresh helping of arousal pumps through you now that has you crossing your thighs.

He goes for the waistband about to tug them down when your hand catches his. “Wait! Let me..” Miguel raises his hands amused. You hook your fingers into his shorts and slide them down.

His fully erect length springs up against his stomach. He’s already leaking from earlier when you bounced on it through his athletic shorts.

“My, what a big cock you have.” You gasp dramatically.

He decides to play along. “The better to fuck you with, querida.” It makes you giggle. You lean back into the pillows and he follows you like a predator. He slides behind you so that your back is to his chest and his head rests in the crook of your neck.

“What big hands you have.” You spread your legs wide allowing his hands to run along your inner thighs.

“The better to stuff this greedy little pussy with.” He pats your center with a flat hand. Your head falls back against his shoulder when his fingers begin to draw lazy circles, spreading your wetness all over your clit and puffy lips.

“I need them inside of me, Miggy.” Your eyes plead better than your mouth. He can see that you’re desperate to be filled.

“Keep your eyes on me.” Miguel sucks his ring and middle fingers into his mouth and slowly plunges them into you until they reach the hilt. All without breaking eye contact.

“Mm.” Your face scrunches up a little in discomfort, his fingers are so much bigger than yours that it feels like three maybe four.

“Mírame.” He kisses the furrow in your brow. You open your eyes again to find his reddish-brown ones admiring you. “Just like that. You’re doing so good f’me, baby.”

“I’m so full.” You whimper up at him. The stretch is so tight but so good that your eyes start to glaze over.

“Ya sé,” He kisses your plush lips. “That’s what you wanted, right? This dripping pussy. You just want it stuffed full until you can’t think anymore, hm? Is that why you pulled my fingers right in?” Your mouth falls open but no sound comes out.

“Answer me.” Miguel chuckles lightly. He knows you can’t. He can feel you growing wetter by the second, his fingers start to glide easier against your spongy walls. “Tell me how good it feels, bebé.”

He nips at your neck for not answering fast enough. “So good,” you choke out, “It’s so good, Mig.” You clutch the back of his neck and watch his fingers go in and out. Faster and faster.

“You hear how you sound around my fingers? They’re drenched, baby. Listen.” The loud squelching noise it makes upon every re-entry makes you sheepish.

“Ahh! I’m close, baby!”

“De veras?” Miguel tuts and pulls his fingers out. “Can’t have that, baby.”

“Miguel.” You whine. Frustrated isn’t even the word.

“Next time you cum, it’s going to be around my cock not my fingers. That’s what you really want anyway. C’mon, bring your leg over.” Miguel lays down and pulls you on top of him to straddle.

“I’ve thought about this a million times.” He grabs his dick and tugs up and down in languid strokes. “Now I get to make it real.”

You can see him leaking precum from his tip. You wonder how it will all fit. You can’t wait for him to try.

“No condom?” You ask breathlessly. It's not an issue for you, you're just shocked.

“I’ll pull out baby, I promise. Lift up for me.”

Your hips lift just enough for you to grab him at the base, line his tip with your entrance and slowly sink down. “Fuck, inch by inch, baby, you can take it. I know you can.” Miguel coaxes you further down until you bottom out.

“Ohh..” You both moan loudly at the feeling of him all the way inside you.

“That’s it baby, good fucking girl.” Miguel praises. His hands rub up and down the sides of your body while you get used to the stretch. You can feel every vein and every twitch of his cock inside of you. “Tell me when to move.”

“Slow.” You tell him. “It’s been a while.”

His hands hold your hips steady while you lift up slowly to the tip and back down to his base. “Dios.” He groans almost winded already. You repeat the action a little faster loving the way it sounds when he stuffs you full.

“Your pussy feels like heaven around me, bebé. Just like I knew it would. I love watching you bounce on me.”

All you can do is moan at his filthy words. You love it when he talks to you like this. You bounce up and down a little faster with the help of his hands on your hips. You can feel the tip of his dick kiss your cervix with each thrust.

“Don’t get quiet on me, nena, tell me how it feels.”

“So deep, Miggy.” Your head is thrown back from all the pleasure building up inside but you can hardly articulate any of it.

“Ay, pobrecita is that all you can say?” His poor baby, so cock drunk that she can barely hold her head up.

“You see how good it feels to be mine? Aren’t you so glad you belong to me now?” Miguel pistons his hips up into you throwing you off your rhythm. You fall forward onto his chest while he continues to fuck you.

“Nobody else gets to have you. You’re my angel,” The sound of his thighs slapping against yours gets louder and harsher while he whispers to you. “Don’t you ever fucking leave me.”

“I won’t.” You promise meekly.

“Good. I would lose my mind.” He shifts into an upright position and brings you with him. “Wrap your legs around me.”

You follow his orders, resettling onto his lap. The new position hits a spot deep inside you that has you curling your toes behind his back. “I’m close, Miguel. Let me cum please.”

“Do it, hermosa, I wanna feel you cum around my cock so bad.” Miguel encourages, rolling your hips against him.

That feeling that’s been building up in the pit of your stomach washes over you completely, making you gush around him. You bite his shoulder to keep from screaming at the top of your lungs as your orgasm shudders through you. Your pretty gasps for air fill his ear.

He holds you close while you ride it out, making sure your hips keep a steady rhythm for him. The sound of him entering you is so much louder now with your extra wetness.

"Keep going for me, amor, I’m almost there. M’gonna put a baby in you so everyone knows who you belong to."

"Shit, Miguel." You clench tighter around him at the idea. He picks up on it of course.

"You like that? M’gonna cum so deep inside you and I want you to take all of it. Tell me you want it."

"I want it, baby." You grab his chin and look into his eyes. "Please. I want you to fill me up so, so, so bad. I need it."

"Oh fuck, oh fuck." Miguel's thrusts get sloppier as he grunts harshly. "Only you get to have my cum, nena. It's yours, fuck, it's yours."

You feel him shoot off thick ropes of cum deep inside your pussy. His chest heaves as he catches his breath but his hold of you remains. It's tighter even, like he's afraid to let you go.

His lips kiss the top of your head. "Mine."

"Yours." You reply.

we experienced pleasure unparalleled into an ocean of love, we both fell

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I'm going feral frfr (I'm being fr rn)

I hath a steamy scientist Miguel suggestion

Imagine he’s working on an aphrodisiac and is being as careful as he possibly can be. However he didn’t consider how his spider biology makes him immune in certain doses. So he keeps the cap on the bottle off for just a few moments. Enough for you to walk in and immediately get a whiff.

But you don’t notice at first and take it as some horniness, however the drug comes in waves. And as Miguel goes in to hug you. You can help but hump him. The rest you decide :3

I love this idea omg- I know I posted saying I was gonna post this on Friday but I got too impatient lol

📄 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐭

Miguel O’Hara x Fem!Reader

𝐀𝐎3 | 𝐌𝐲 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬 | 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.6k

𝐓𝐖 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐖: Wife!Reader, Aphrodisiac influences, dry humping, innuendos. Reader just being extra horny lmao

𝐀/𝐍: You know, in my two and a half years of writing smut, I’ve only written a dry humping fic once (forest sex lmao a clusterfuck bc I stepped out of my comfort zone for that one) so it’s not the best 😭 but I guess practice makes progress

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: It’s a routine for you to come into Miguel’s lab every once in a while, but this time you feel a strong sense of arousal out of nowhere

You could see him through the big glass window that offered a wide view of his lab’s interior. He had his back facing you, perched on the swivel chair, but you noticed him tinkering with some test tubes on the bench in front of him.

Nothing new; he would always be working on something whenever you came here. He still hadn’t noticed you were just a few feet away from him, too engrossed in whatever it was he was working on.

You stepped towards the doors, clutching the paper bag in your hand with food you were planning to share with him. The lab doors opened with a hydraulic hiss, finally catching Miguel’s attention.

He craned his neck towards your direction. He held a hard gaze, obviously annoyed with whoever just barged into his lab, but that immediately morphed into a tender smile once he saw it was you.

As you stepped further into his lab, the sterile smell got stronger— a scent you were all too familiar with. But this time there was another faint underlying scent that you couldn’t fully capture.

It tingled your senses but you brushed it off as just another compound he was probably synthesising. Again, nothing new.

“Hey you…” he said, his voice rich like honey.

He peeled off his latex gloves and stood up from his chair abruptly in jubilant, the swivel chair squeaked from the sudden absence of his weight.

Your lips tugged up in a shy smile. “Hey there stranger,”

He had his lab coat on that shrouded the digital spider suit underneath. A testament of his dual life as a superhero and a scientist.

You’ve always seen him like this whenever you would visit him on the clock, but for some reason as he stepped closer towards you with long strides, you felt your heart rate increase and a sudden heat rushing to your core.

“Sorry about the mess, I didn’t expect you to come so early,” he finished his sentence by dumping the gloves in a nearby bin.

Your senses were tingling more prominently now and the new scent you smelt earlier was getting more apparent. There was a sudden alluring shift in the air and you couldn’t tell if it was the smell that was getting to your head or your husband's sudden accelerated sex appeal. Either way you could feel your mind slowly turn into mush.

“Are those for me?” Miguel asked, pointing to the bag. His question quickly forced you back into the present, away from your chain of thoughts.

You nodded quickly, too afraid to open your mouth. Instead you thrust your hand out with the bag for him to take.

He took the bag from you and peeked inside. “Tres leches cake?”

You could feel your heart almost leap out of your chest the way his face lit up. A sight you would forever burn into your psyche. He placed the bag down on the nearest bench and cupped your cheeks.

The coldness of the platinum from the wedding band brushed against your flushed skin as he held your face in his hands. His touches felt like fire to you, making you jolt ever so slightly.

“You're really spoiling me here, mi alma. Really helping me forget about how terrible today was going,” he uttered, slowly leaning his face closer to yours.

His words would’ve tugged your heartstrings but right now, you couldn’t fully focus on what he was saying. The tingling feeling was too strong for you to ignore now, and his gaze he had on you wasn’t helping either.

He kissed your lips, soft and tender, yet you felt like you were going to combust. Those few seconds his lips were on yours felt like a lifetime before he pulled away, but his broad arms now enveloped around your waist, keeping you in his warmth.

The close proximity between the two of you was making you dizzy. You were hyper aware of how his body was pressed against yours, and you could almost feel your clit brush over his crotch.

If you were to grind your hips right now, you could probably rub the sensitive bud just right.

You really didn’t want to ruin a sweet moment. He was just showing his appreciation to you but you couldn’t help yourself from rolling your hips against his crotch just once.

You weren’t surprised when you got no response. He probably just saw it as a mishap. Reluctantly, you did it again, a little rougher this time.

It definitely didn’t go unnoticed by him now because you heard a stifled groan against your neck. He pulled his face away just enough so you could see him.

“Mig…” you whispered. His eyes were searching yours, trying to figure out what was going through your head. If only he knew.

There were several reasons why this wasn’t the best time to be doing this, in his workplace more specifically, but your mind was too hazy to even come up with one.

Your senses were thrown out the window and you started to grind against his lower half, desperate for some sort of friction.

“Easy…I’m-” Miguel's words were cut off when you felt a sudden jab between his legs. He was getting aroused just as you were. You angled yourself so you had better access to his hips, with your arms wrapped around his neck. His hardened dick gave the perfect pressure you needed.

“So, is this what you wanted? You missed me this much, hm?” The words escaped in a breathy tone, and you could see his fangs emerging from his canine as he opened his mouth to talk. You could sense the underlying teasing in his voice that had your wetness pool your panties.

You didn’t know where this sudden urge came from. You were actually fully intending on spending this time sharing the cake you made. But the euphoria was coming in strong waves and you couldn’t resist anymore.

Your clit was starting to throb as you felt his dick grind against your clothed cunt. Even if he only had a digital suit on that could easily disappear with a few taps of his watch, it still felt painfully restricted.

Your walls were clutching onto nothing, desperate to feel him inside you and reach every crevice.

You didn’t expect him to start grinding his hips onto you too. You had to bite back your desperate moan from the sudden shift in dynamics. The way he was rubbing on you made your panties press onto your slick folds as more of your wetness was spilling out of your cunt.

Your arms reached to his waist to pull his hips further against yours, a desperate attempt to get more friction out of him. Your knees were about to give in and you could only just about hold yourself up. A staggered moan was heard from him before he halted suddenly.

“The window.” He managed to spatter out. Your line of vision quickly turned to where he was looking.

The window, the first thing you would see before you would come into the lab. All the moisture dried up from your mouth and it was not just from your breathless moans.

There was a momentary pause in your arousal that was quickly replaced with frustration. You were so caught up in trying to chase your high, you weren’t focusing on your surroundings.

Any Spider Person could walk past here and catch you both. The last thing you wanted was your husband, a leader that had so many people relying on him, to be caught red handed in a predicament from something you initiated.

He withdrew himself away from you, taking all the warmth with him to pull up the sleeve of his lab coat. It was an easy fix, all he had to do was tap on his watch, turning the glass opaque and giving the privacy you both needed.

Just when he was about to pull you in again, he froze. Something else was on his mind. He turned his face to his bench where he was working before you came in. You frowned from his lack of attention.

“What now?” You huffed, your torment evident in your voice. Was he going to go back to work? Did he not want you here anymore? His sudden dismissal made you feel ill with unease.

“Shock, the aphrodisiac was uncapped.” He said as he swiftly moved to the bench. You blinked, trying to process if you heard him right.

“What?”

“The aphrodisiac, it was an oversight. Explains why you were acting so…needy just now,” he placed the cap back onto the vial, the scent from earlier slowly fading away. You cocked your brow inquisitively.

“Why are you messing around with an aphrodisiac in the first place?” You didn’t think he would need a sex enhancing substance as a geneticist.

Even after he secured the cap back onto the aphrodisiac, your clit was still throbbing and you were still desperate for some sort of release.

“It’s not what it looks like. I was working on an experimental chemical compound for a project. I guess I underestimated how strong the reaction could get,” he said sheepishly, turning back to face you again.

“My God, Miguel…” you sighed. It was all making sense now. You wouldn’t be feeling this turned on without some sort of stimuli.

“But we don’t have to stop. I could pause my work for a little longer for some ‘us-time’” he said before lifting you and placing you on a clearer bench. A smirk crept on his lips and you could see the lust swirling in his eyes.

Despite the air being charged along with your flared libido, you still didn’t forget the main reason you came in here.

“What about the cake?” You gestured to the bag that was still sitting on the other end of the bench.

“The cake can wait, we might as well finish what you started without any unintended side effects,” he ended his sentence with a tap on his watch, disengaging his suit.

Precum was already leaking from the tip…

Eager and pent up.

I hope I did you justice here lol. A wise women (one of my fave fic writers) once said, your clit throbbing is your second heartbeat ;)

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Coming soon (03/13/2024)

If this writing style is different, I've been jumping around with descriptions and words recently. I just wanted to improve my work more for you guys. 💌

Ofc this is still under revision, so if you see mistakes anywhere, you don't 😭