Badboy!miguel X Nerdygirl Reader

Badboy!miguel x nerdygirl reader

Where like badboy!miguel has an interest into this one specific nerd (which is reader) always trying get her attention,doing anything to impress her,even when she clearly doesn't want to deal with him, and that just get miguel to play harder,until one day he saw reader laughing and smile hard while blushing mess with an boy,causing anger to boil inside of him,veins popping but he doesn't show it,he wait until the end of the day and beat the hell of the boy, and grabing reader an pinned her down to an wall dealing her with his large body, this makes her scared and feel small she never saw him so angry before.

You could put nfsw if you'll like

Oh boy the one everyone’s craving… that’s a lot of pressure haha

Head Over Heels

(Badboy!Miguel x Nerdy!F!Reader)

CW: NSFW, yandere type shit, beating, too big, college, dirty talk in Spanish (all characters are well over 18)

Random note: I know you didn’t say it specifically but “Badboy” and “nerdy” makes me think school so college? Yeah idk sorry-

Miguel O’Hara watched as you walked through the courtyard. He loved to watch your skirt bounce, the pleated fabric swaying as you so elegantly made your way across campus. There were practically hearts in his eyes as his gaze never left your gorgeous form. You never noticed him of course. Part of him wished you would. But the other part was happy with his little secret. Stalking was such an ugly word, but how else would one define his actions?

[I wanted to be with you alone And talk about the weather But traditions I can trace against the child in your face Won't escape my attention]

There were times he did try, tried to get you to even look at him. Those weeks he felt particularly desperate. His throat was dry, skin warm to the touch. It was as if he were sent into a heat. Those days he couldn’t stay away, couldn’t stay in the bushes watching silently. Miguel would get close to you, enough to brush against you and take in the sweet scent of your shampoo.

[You keep your distance via the system of touch And gentle persuasion I'm lost in admiration, could I need you this much? Oh, you're wasting my time You're just, just, just wasting time]

“Oh- sorry!” You looked up at him, apologizing for bumping into his arm. You hadn’t known at the time it was on purpose.

His face flushed as he looked down at you, your voice sent shocks through his body. “It… it’s alright.” He managed to mutter as you walked away, having seen your friends approaching.

That one encounter played in his mind on repeat over and over again. The one time you had spoken to him. You were so sweet, so kind to him, it made his dick twitch in his pants. Your voice was like music to his ears, he couldn’t get enough of it. Until then he had been content just watching you from affair. Now, he needs to hear you. He needs to hear that angelic voice.

[Something happens and I'm head over heels I never find out until I'm head over heels Something happens and I'm head over heels Ah, don't take my heart, don't break my heart Don't, don't, don't throw it away]

It soon developed into Miguel not being so hidden. After months of stalking, he finally started making real moves. He liked bringing you gifts, offering you rides places, offering to help with your assignments. You accepted, of course, who wouldn’t accept such kind gestures. He seemed like a lovely friend. You thought that’s all it was, a new friendship blooming, and that he was just a generous man. You thanked him many times, and he’d always respond with something about it being no big deal, and that he just likes seeing you smile.

His response was bullshit. It was a big deal. It was a huge deal to him. Every tiny action was important to him. Hearing you call him a friend, a pal, a buddy… It drove him mad. He wanted you to want him. He needed you to need him. He needed you, needed your body, your voice, your touch… He would do anything. No matter how obvious he made it, you never caught on. Perhaps you did and were just playing hard to get. He wasn’t sure. But either way, he hated it.

Miguel brought you flowers, chocolates, made valentines day such a big deal. He even called your little get togethers “dates”. He got no response, which made him more desperate. This you caught onto and started to irritate you. You loved Miguel dearly, but only as a friend. He never seemed to get that. He just wasn’t your type. He’s the leather-jacket-motorcycle-riding-cigarette-smoking “bad boy” of the university. You’d much rather stay in your dorm reading a nice book or finishing up your assignments. Not galivanting around town on a bike that is super dangerous while smoking which is also super dangerous and scaring the weaker students.

You hoped one day he’d move on, and even tried to set him up with one of your friends. She seemed much more his style, “goth” as you called it. She was much more punk than “goth” but didn’t care enough to correct your misunderstanding. They seemed to get along well. They hung out a few times, and she started to look forward to seeing him. You thought maybe he finally would move on, and so could you. She would always call you to talk about how much fun they had, how he took her for late night drives on his bike and such.

Even with this new friend he had, Miguel still wanted you. His persistence never let up; he still wanted you. So, when he saw you in the courtyard with a handsome fellow, his arm draped around your shoulders, he was filled with rage. An intense fury filled him, fiery passion burned within as he watched you. Someone was touching his girl. He couldn’t stand that.

The longer he watched, the angrier he became. Who did this guy think he was? He didn’t deserve you, he didn’t deserve to see that smile, to hear your angelic laugh. You giggled at whatever this dickhead was telling you. Miguel scoffed to himself. What could he say that earned a laugh from you? No one knew you like he did. He certainly wouldn’t let this dick get away with this. Miguel wouldn’t- no, couldn’t let him get away with being so handsy, so touchy so… affectionate with his girl.

You blushed as this man talked to you, his voice so smooth and sultry. Miguel hated it. He hated seeing another man make your cheeks flush. He wanted that to be him. He would make sure it was him, no one else. No one else could even look at you, touch you, make you feel oh so good like he could. You didn’t know it yet, but no one would be as good to you as Miguel. Only Miguel. He needed to do something.

That night, he followed your new boytoy back to the men’s dorms. Miguel Stalked behind this man for a good ten minutes before pulling him down an unlit hallway, covering his mouth with a large hand to hide any screams. He struggled and strained against Miguel but was helpless in that tight grip. Miguel pushed him to the ground and started kicking him repeatedly, saying things about you being his and only his. He repeated phrases about not going near you again, never speaking to you again, not even looking at you or passing you in the hallway. You belonged to him.

After the attack he left the guy laying there on the ground, bloody and severely bruised… and maybe with a broken rib or two just to really get the message across. Now he had to find you. He needed to. He needed to see you, to hold you in his arms. He’s sure you’ll need comfort when you realize your boy toy is ghosting you, and he’s just the man to provide said comfort.

Miguel grinned when he saw you making your way to your dorm. You were alone. Perfect. He made his way over to you, coming up behind you and snaking his arms around your waist. The gesture made your heart jump. A million thoughts ran through your hand, wondering if you were being attacked or if your boy toy was trying to scare you. He leaned down and nuzzled his face against your neck. That’s when you saw his hair and caught the familiar smell of Miguel. He smelt of subtle cologne and smoke.

“Miguel? What are you doing?” You turned your head to look at him. He didn’t reply as his hands wandered over you. As much as you hated to admit it, this was kind of hot… His hands were so big, and glided so expertly over your frame, over every curve. They cupped your breasts perfectly, and you let out a quiet moan as he started to knead gently. “M-Mig… let’s take this somewhere more private-” Before you finished your sentence, he scooped you up in those strong arms and carried into a darker hallway.

“This’ll do, cariño.” He growled into your ear. His large body pressed you into the wall, making you unable to escape now. He towered over you, hands on either side of your head to keep you right where he wanted you. You blushed as you looked up at him, a playful smirk on his lips. Miguel leaned down and kissed you passionately, a hand moving to cup your cheek as the other made its way down to your skirt. He pushed the fabric up your thigh, his touch sending shivers through your body. You returned the kiss, your arms reaching around his neck to keep him close.

You gave into him, let him do what he wanted despite every moral instinct in you saying this is wrong. You had always thought you could never be with someone like Miguel, that you two were just too different for each other. But fuck… the way his hands moved… all those ideals of what the perfect guy for you was crumbled away, replaced by the thought that the only one for you was Miguel. He had succeeded in doing exactly what he wished, he wanted you to be only his, and he got that.

A small gasp escaped your lips when you felt a thick finger rub against your wet panties. Miguel smirked when he felt just how soaked you were, pulling your panties to the side and dragging a finger through your slick folds. You shuddered and let out a moan as his finger grazed your clit.

“Qué dulces sonidos, mami.” Miguel groaned in your ear as he traced circles around your clit, listening to the heavenly moans leaving your mouth. Your hand quickly moved to his waistline, fumbling with his belt haphazardly as you urgently tried to free what you so desperately wanted. He chuckled at your desperation, bringing his hand down to assist you. He slid his belt off, letting you drag his pants and boxers down. You watched as his erection sprang free, face flushed red as the wetness between your thighs increased.

He smirked and pressed against your body more, his cock sliding between your folds, He covered his length in your slick before pressing the tip to your hole. Fuck, he’s big… Almost too big… You thought to yourself. Miguel knew this would be a tight squeeze, but he didn’t care anymore. You cried out as he shoved his erection inside you, stretching your hole so much with barely any time to adjust. He groaned as your walls contracted around him more, and he captured your lips in another kiss to quiet you down a bit.

You moaned into his mouth as he pushed into you further and held one of your legs up, allowing him to slide even deeper. Miguel continued to push in until his hips met yours, giving you time to adjust. That pause only lasted a few seconds, however, before he started thrusting. His pace was slow to begin with, he loved listening to your whines and moans as his length moved in and out of your cunt. He trailed kisses down your jawline and neck, his hands holding onto your waist. He groaned as your walls tightened around him more, his nails digging into the soft skin of your waist as he tries to keep himself composed.

He picked up his speed, fucking you into the bricks. He didn’t want to finish before you, even though he felt practically edged since he first laid eyes on you. He was determined to make you finish first, to prove you needed him just as much as he needed you. You gasped and moaned as his pace quickened, the tip of his cock hitting your g-spot over and over. You felt a familiar heat forming in your gut and he rutted into you like a desperate animal, your hands gripping his jacket to keep him close.

“M-Miguel…” You moaned and your grip tightened a bit. You felt so close already, every thrust bringing you closer to the edge. He felt it too and tried so hard to keep himself together. His hips stuttered, thrusts losing the pattern he set. Your voice didn’t help, hearing you say his name so cute and sweet just fueled the flames of his lust. Miguel dipped his head down, hiding his face against your neck.

Miguel groaned and grunted as he felt his release approaching. You gasped and moaned as your orgasm ripped through you. He groaned when he felt your walls contract once more, causing him to release inside you as his hips stuttered more. He fucked you slow and deep, pushing his cum in further as it spilled inside you. You rode out your orgasms together, his hands moving down to your ass and kneading gently as you both came down from your highs.

You whimpered a little as the overstimulation, his cock slowing to a stop before he pulled out. He fixed your panties, keeping all that cum inside you, and he let your skirt fall back down around your thighs. Your skin felt so hot, every brush of his fingers sent a wave of heat through your body. You’re in a daze as Miguel fixes his pants.

“My dorm or yours?” His voice brought you out of your daze and you looked up at him.

“Hm? You know we can’t have each other in our dorms.” You chuckled a little.

“Like I care about that.” Miguel smirked a little as he pulled you into a kiss.

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A little prank

Warnings: 18+, mdni, semi-public sex, oral sex (fem!rec), Miguel x fem!reader, around 1250 words

"Miguel, are you crazy? We can´t do it here, let´s at least go to your office" she whisper-yells as she tries to push him away at his chest, too embarrassed to do something like this in public.

But Miguel doesn't really care, instead he relishes in the sight before him, red cheeks, a bit scared, shaken and embarrassed.

Mocking her with a roll of his hips while cornering her in the hallway of the spider society.

"Come on what's wrong? Don't like this hermosa? Usually you go crazy when I do this, what happened? hm?"

He bends down to whisper in her ear, keep rolling his hips against her while his hands find her ass, kneading it hard.

Gasping, she answers him "I d-do but not here... please... what if- what if somebody sees us?"

He only chuckles deep and lowly, feeling the vibration on her hands from his chest.

"Then let's give them a good show hm. What do you say?" Miguel can literally see the panic spreading in her eyes "No no no no, don't you dare-" she tries to sound angry and scary.

But miguel finds her attempt too cute to resist, he leans down and kisses her deeply, effectivily shutting her up while his hands spread her cheeks apart.

She let's out little gasps against his lips and Miguel uses that moment to deepen the kiss by pushing his tongue inside her.

After their tongue twirled around each others, exchanging their spit, he gently bites her lower lip and pulls it slightly.

Miguel then proceeds to trail little kisses on her jaw till behind her ear, where he knows it's her weak spot.

He kisses the place behind her ear, then nibbles on her shell and before he leans back to look at her, he gives it a little lick as well and he can feel how she practically melts in his arms while her hands gave up the idea of pushing him away.

Sucking her lower lip between her teeth, in an effort to be as quiet as possible while Miguel pushes his leg between hers, rubbing his thigh on her clothed pussy.

"Miguel... please I'm begging you... not here" she whimpers, her eyes tearing up due to her embarrassment of getting caught.

But the Spider doesn't stop instead he presses down harder against her heat, earning a little moan "Don't worry, Did you forget that I'm the leader here and since you're my woman", he pushes a strand of hair behind her ear, "I can tell you that you're safe with me bebita"

His one hand creeps up to her hair, gripping it and tilting it so that she is forced to look at him while his other I holding her jaw, squishing her cheeks. "Now if you want to keep your pants whole, I would suggest you take them off preciosa"

She feels so small in front of him, looming over her and his eyes tell her that there is no room for discussion.

That's why with shaky hands she opens her pants and tries to push them down as best as she could. Praying that nobody needs to go through this hallway.

"Good girl" he smiles, rewarding her with a little head pat as he lets her go and goes down to pull her pants off completely. He starts to plant little kisses on her lower belly while caressing the side of her hips, feeling every part of her.

Before pulling her panties with his teeth, he admires the wet spot on by pressing his fingers against it, making her suck in her breath.

Hiding her face in her hands while breathing heavy, too scared that somebody will cross this hallway and see her this exposed.

Miguel spreads her legs a bit and gives her a wet kiss down there, earing a little whimper. "Don't hide from me, bebita" hesitatantly she removes her hands.

"Open up" he orders as he pushes the hem of the shirt into her mouth, so he can have a clear view on her chest as well. "Doing so well for me, my pretty muneca."

Miguel then pulls the bra up so fast that her boobs painfully bounce up and down. He grabs each tit in his large hands and starts playing with them.

His mouth closes around the left one, sucking and licking it until its hard, leaving her whimpering and legs shaking while the other pinches her right one.

She decides to close her eyes because if someone really would come she wouldn´t have to see them and as Miguel sees this, he can´t help but chuckle at her cute hiding attempt.

"Do you want to know a secret?" he would slowly kiss his way up to her neck, leaving little hickeys.

The only answer he gets is a nod from her bright red face.

"Nobody can cross this hallway right now... do you know why?" again the he only gets is a shake. "Because I´m selfish, bebita".

Confusion is now written clearly on her face and she whips her head to the side to look at him.

"You´re mine... and I would never allow somebody to even get a glance of you in this state... because it´s for my eyes only" he confesses his jealously and her mind slowly relaxes at the new information.

Finally able to enjoy this moment with him.

But before she gets to answer him, Miguel is quick to go on his knees again to lift one of her legs on his shoulder while attaching his mouth to her pussy.

Miguel would always start slow by dragging his tongue between her folds, tasting her first then he would give her clit a wet kiss. He wants to show her how much he adores her and her body.

Which sometimes leads to a lot of teasing and edging but today he felt like he had scared her enough by withholding the fact that he locked the hallway.

That´s why he decides to add one of his fingers now instead of later.

His finger would add enough pressure against her sweet spot and his tongue would draw the perfect pattern on her clit.

Even though he assured her that nobody could see her, she can´t help but feel anxious and tries her best to keep quiet because maybe the hallways aren´t soundproof.

She would bite on her shirt in an attempt to muffle her moans while her hands would find their way on his hair, pulling them closer to her heat, desperately wanting that release.

After some time she can´t help but let go of the shirt and moan his name as she feels her orgasm coming. The way her walls tighten and the burning feeling in her lower belly make her begging for her high.

"Miguel~ Please, don´t stop, keep going nghh, I´m so close, Miguel baby, pleasepleaseplease"

Hearing her begging is like music to his ears and he wishes he could always record and always replay it.

He tries to keep his pace as best as possible and soon she is creaming around his finger with her head thrown back, his name rolling off her tongue with glossy eyes.

Miguel would swallow everything she gave him and then slowly rise up while wrapping an arm around her waist, supporting her heavy breating and trembling body.

"See, it wasn´t that bad, was it?" he would ask in a smug tone before kissing her tenderly. But he doesn´t get a replay from her since she is still mad that he hasn´t told her right away. Instead she pouts and punishing him with the silent treatment.

After she calms down he would kneel again to help her put her panties and pants back on and walk out as if nothing has happend.

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Remember reposts and comments are always appreciated, friend <3

Warnings: 18+, mdni

Imagine the way Miguel would fuck your boobs while lactating.

You would lie down while he kneels above you. His hard almost exploding dick squeezed between your pumped tits.

He would knead them, loving the way they feel in his hands.

He would take his dick and circle it around your nipple while squeezing them so that he can feel your warm milk directly on his cock.

Your chest coated in his precum mixed with your fresh milk. Making it easy for him to slide between them.

His eyes would switch between your eyes and chest, unable to decide where to look. The sight is enough for him to cum this second.

And if your OK with it, he would take a picture, asking you to hold your chest to get a good angle with your face.

He would say stuff like:

"Mami.... you don't know how good you are"

"So good for me, only for me, my pretty bebita"

"So full... ay coño... those tits are going to kill me"

"Do you like it? Do you like this when I use you however I want? Mi linda puta"

"Look at you... only for my eyes"

Before he cums he would order you to open wide and stick your pretty pink tongue out so that he can cover your beautiful face in his sticky white cum.

Afterwards he wouldn't clean up, instead he would stay like this, admiring you like a masterpiece.

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Fated Mates

Synopsis: you, a vengeful vampire slayer, cross paths with the devious and handsome Astarion. Instead of a stake through the heart, Astarion finds something he thought impossible for vampire spawn. A mate.

Not sure how many chapters this will be but it will be slow burn 🖤

Crimson eyes. All that swims in your memory is the look of pure satisfaction in those eyes at the carnage that unfolds before you. Your mother and siblings laid drained and lifeless before you. Your father chanting prayers as he grovels at the feet of the man before you. He is sleek and pristine, with onyx colored hair and prestigious clothing now splattered with the blood of your loved ones. His lips form a nasty sneer, sharp canines glistening in the now dimly lit manor.

“You should have never made a wager you couldn’t keep, especially with a vampire.”

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Suddenly you are jolted away from the heart wrenching memory. Nightmares coming and going as blurs of reality swing past you. A tentacle creature. Some type of bug. But what alarms you now is the feeling of rock beneath you. You try to come to as your memories try to serve you. A ship, crashing said ship, others. Others! You jolt from the ground and look over. The Githyanki fighter is next to you as well as the other female you believed to have introduced herself as Shadowheart. You all look at eachother, relieved to be alive.

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You all set foot to find any others that might have been held captive while in that demonic ship. So far you have found a tiefling named Karlach and the humans Gale and Wylls. You split up in search of any others with a designated spot to return to. You come upon one last survivor as you crest over a small hill. Silver hair rustles in the wind as the elf’s back faces you. He just barely looks over his shoulder at you, motioning you closer.

“Quickly! I have one of those brain things cornered over here! Come kill it!” He demands. He points towards the grass down the slope in front of him. You take cautious steps, moving silently towards where he mentions. You tense, hand ready at your weapon. A loud squeal comes bursting from the grass as a hog barrels out and away from you. You barely have a moment to turn around to the elf before a dagger is pressed to your throat. In seconds you are thrown to the ground tugging against strong arms ensnaring you.

“Now me and you are going to have a little chat. And you even think about pulling something and you’ll lose that darling neck of yours.” He all but purrs in your ear. You thrash against him, failing to pull the weapon away from your throat.

“Now I saw you on that ship, don’t even bother lying to me. What did you and those brain freaks do to me!?” He growls. You try to take a look at him but he has you pinned too tightly.

“I don’t have anything to do with those animals! I was taken, we all were!” You try to reason. Your temper begins to take over your fright. You escaped that hell hole. Fought tooth and bone to leave with your life. You would not be put down by some scared little elf. He bites back at you, focused on getting answers and not enough on how tight of a grip he has on you. Fury licks up the base of your body and fills your vision.

“Nice try but you’ll find me hard to convince, now what-“ you cut off his ranting as your leg wraps around one of his own. Your opposite arms elbow plants firmly in the ground as you swing yourself up and over the elf. You land him on his back; twisting his wrist in your right hand as your left hand reaches down to grab his now dropping blade. In one smooth motion your legs capture his frame under your own hip to hip as both of your hands ring around his stolen dagger. Confusion smears over his features as hands shoot up in defense. You just bring yourself to give into your anger, to drive the dagger directly into his heart for infuriating you with his insane tactics before your eyes meet. Crimson eyes meet your (e/c) ones. And the world falls out from beneath you. You plummet into a vast nothingness. Your heart gripped and laid bare. Vampire.

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Astarions POV

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Barely escaping out of a now wrecked ship with disguising brain maggots crawling from it was probably within the top ten worst days of Asatarion’s long life. His muscles ached and his neck throbbed from the impact of where he now found himself. Brushing off dirt from his sleeves, Asatarion rose to his nimble feet as he shook out the pains in his legs. He finds himself in a grassy plain. The ship that once held him hostage was now just over the horizon smashed in against a mountain. Wreckage spewed across the field with no hint as to where he now found himself. He had half a mind to just start walking and find somewhere someplace someone to end up in. But he remembered there were others, whether fellow captive or foe he was not sure. As if on cue, the crunch of feet on leaves and twigs ushered in behind him. A malicious smirk graced his handsome face. Now there was someone with answers. Or dinner. He could take it or leave it. The manic leer doesn’t leave his face as he feigns terror to his new audience. With a signal of his wagging hand he gestures for them to come forward.

“Quickly! I have one of those brain things cornered over here! Come kill it!” Soft steps quietly make their way towards and past him. Your frame comes into his view. Your (h/c) hair billows behind you as you step in front of him. He takes in your toned form flecked with blood and feels his hunger only grow. A tasty little treat. You appease his cries and look over into the clearing where grass covers most of what hides beneath. Just as you ready yourself for another battle a boar rushes out. Astarion jumps on your temporary confusion and pounces onto you. His blade reaches your neck as he hurls your joined bodies to the ground. You twist and curl from him as you listlessly fight from his grasp.

“Now me and you are going to have a little chat. And you even think about pulling something and you’ll lose that darling neck of yours.” Your face may be facing away from him but he can feel the anger pulsing in your rising blood pressure. Your suppulent artery thrums, tantalizing him under your (s/c) skin. He nearly loses himself there staring at your beating pulse. He reigns himself in, shaking the thoughts and desires to be dealt with momentarily.

“Now I saw you on that ship, don’t even bother lying to me. What did you and those brain freaks do to me!?” He spits. Your talon like nails dig into him as you fight back.

“I don’t have anything to do with those animals! I was taken, we all were!” You all but scream. Astarion snarls, the sound vibrating in his aching fangs. “Nice try but you’ll find me hard to convince, now what-“ Astarion finds himself interrupted as you maneuver your body to throw him under yourself. Your long legs hook under each of his own while you busy yourself with stealing his dagger. Astarion can’t help but be mildly impressed but confusion and annoyance soon take precedence. His hands shoot upwards to grab the weapon from your nimble hands. His gaze darts up to you and the moment your gazes lock it as if fire runs throughout his entire body. Every system, every neuron locks against his will. The rest of the world falls to the sidelines, the world blurring around you. You seem to have the same reaction as your muscles relax and a quizzical look takes over the fiery one of earlier.

“Who the hell do you think you are?” You sneer. Astarion puts on his most dazzling smile in hopes it covers the utter confusion he feels at what had just passed between the two of you.

“Astarion my dear, and what’s your name oh so deadly killer?” Your temper flares across your face at his teasing.

“(Y/n).” It sounds vaguely familiar. Like a name long forgotten wiggling in the back of his mind. Or it was the rabid worm that was placed there.

“If you are all done wrestling now, we have ground to cover!” Shadowheart yells. You look up at her, back to him and then back to her. Torn on whether to stab him or not, you decide on the latter. You hoist yourself up and side step away from him. Bringing himself up by the elbows Astarion takes a moment to look you over. Interesting.

Part 2 here

Might I request some a sort of drabble for Astarion (male) lover asking him to go slower during sex?

𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 | smutshot

pairing—astarion x m!reader warnings—smut, pwp, overstimulation, crying during sex, soft astarion, fluff, top!astarion, botttom!reader, slight teasing word count—359 rating—18+, smut under the cut

He holds you down, slender fingers curling into your skin as he thrusts into you. It had been a while since you’d last been together like this, since he’d even come asking. Whatever had kept him from you seemed to be gone now as he craved an intimate moment with you. Or, perhaps, he just needed to let off some steam.

You tried to speak but his name turned into a moan on your lips as he snapped his hips harshly into you again. It was all too much. Far too much.

He’d been pent up, clearly. So pent up, in fact, that he seemed to feel the need to pound you until you were red raw.

“Please… Astarion…” More moans fell from your lips, accompanied by the tears that began to spill from your eyes, “Slow down…”

Your arm had moved to cover your face which you turned to the side, almost inviting him to take a bite into your succulent neck. His face was buried into your skin almost immediately but the sharp sting of fangs piercing through flesh never came.

Instead, he kissed the skin of your neck, your collarbone, your shoulder. With each kiss, the time between each thrust became longer, more stretched out. He was trying so hard to slow down for you.

When he finally managed a slow, steady pace, he lifted his head and reached out and gently lifted your arm so that he could see your face. Then, he kissed the tears away from your eyes, your cheeks.

“Sorry, darling. It’s just been so long since I’ve had a taste of your exquisite body. I believe I got a little carried away. Don’t worry, I won’t let you tear.”

You rolled your eyes at his remark and wrapped your legs around him, pushing him deeper inside you. “Just… slower. Please?”

His lips curled into a smirk and he rolled his hips slowly out and then back into you. His forehead came to rest against your own, your lips meeting in a gentle kiss as he reached between you to toy at the tip of your cock. “Anything for you, my love.”

No Mercy (part 2)

Part 1

Warnings: 18+, mdni, public sex, not proofread, around 850 words

"Please! Miguel... aaaaah please! I'm sorrysorrysorry SORRYY!"

In this moment she knew, she fucked up. She has crossed the line and has to pay for it now.

She once again came to Miguel's work space to tease and have some sexy time with him. Completely ignoring his last warning.

She thought he wouldn't do it right? He's too possessive to show her off like this right? Miguel was only joking RIGHT?

But no... he was completely serious.

He has no mercy for her pathetic begging, instead he tightens his grip on her open spread legs, biting harder onto her left shoulder from behind and continues to abuse her already overstimulated pussy.

Everybody is watching, some try to hide their gaze and others open their eyes in wide shock. Some even run out of the lobby, escaping the scene. And nobody dare to hold eye contact with her nor him.

Nobody could believe the scene before them. Their leader fucking his girlfriend in front of them? The same one who would get all pissed when somebody else than him holds a long conversation with her.

He has ripped off her shirt so that her boobs can freely bounce up and down, her face turned to them as Miguel stands behind and holds her up so that she has nowhere to run or hide. Her pussy wide spread by his thick dick for everybody to see.

"Miguel! Baby! Please nghhh I'm sorry please forgive me I'll be good I promise pleasee"

Nothing seems to help. He keeps ignoring her begging. He muffles his grunting and huffing against her shoulder while fucking her without any mercy. Her shoulder getting covered in his spit.

He knows she enjoys it. She is the type of woman to act all innocent but then do a complete 180° turn and it was only a matter of time when this would happen. Plus, he had warned her about this.

Even though he hates that everybody can see this side of her, which should be only for his eyes. He can't help but feel his chest swell with pride by the envious and jealous looks. Miguel knows that his girlfriend is hot and she definitely knows it too which led to this situation.

He never felt her this wet or heard her this loud and he fucking love her desperate babbling. Surely, he could cum this minute but he wants to deliver a good performance.

Miguel especially wants to teach her a lesson. A lesson she better not forgets because he actually takes his job as the protector of the spider verse very serious but he can't help but give in whenever his needy little slut comes around to tease him.

How could he not? When she comes in with these skimpy and revealing clothes? When she dolls herself up with pretty makeup and cute hair styles? Only for him to ruin it. The way she would hide her intentions by saying that she dropped by only to bring him lunch.

"Oh fuckfuckfuck! Miguel! Nghhh I'm close! Can I? Can I cum? Please!"

But before he could even release her shoulder and say anything. She starts squirting on his dick, rolling her eyes back, arching her back, letting her head fall back on his shoulder and a high-pitched moan leaves her mouth.

The sensation of her walls tightening is enough for Miguel to release his nut inside her. His cum starts pumping her pussy to the brim. Gasping from her overwhelming orgasm, she looks up at the ceiling trying to calm down.

The sight is so surreal for the other spider-men/women. It’s like their looking at a unique art piece which portrays the raw human love between humans.

Both have flushed cheeks, are breathing heavy, closed eyes and some strands of their hair is sticking to their forehead.

After calming down, Miguel slowly slide his cock out of her, making her whimper as his cum starts to spill out.

Nobody dares to say anything. It's too quiet, except for the small whimpers of his fucked-out girlfriend.

"Lyla! Clean this mess up!" Miguel yells, sending shivers to everybody who hears it and the AI already has some bots cleaning up the floor.

He then throws her on his shoulder. Naked plump ass on full display. Before walking her into his office he gives her a harsh spank to demonstrate that she is his to use even if he just fucked her in front of everyone.

Arrived at the office, he throws her onto his chair. His expression tells her that he is still pissed off of her behavior.

"I'm sorry I didn't think you'd actually go through with your warning... but I kind of like it" she confesses with a smug smirk, just loving the way she can rile up her man.

Sighing he puts his hands on his waist, tsking and shaking his head.

"Que problemática. What should I do with you? Puta loca siempre molestando mi trabajo"

Giggling at him, she puts her hands on his lower abdomen and lean into him, looking up at him with doe eyes.

"Keeping me here? Like a little pet? So that I never have to miss you again. What do you say papi?" She whispers in a sickly-sweet voice.

And Miguel might consider it...

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Que problemática = how troublesome

puta loca siempre molestando mi trabajo = crazy whore always disturbing my work

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wuaaaa my first time to make a second part of my oneshot, hope you like it my friend and remember reposts are always appreciated <3