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His Tip 𔘓

Miguel O'Hara x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: Surprising Miguel by getting his tip color as your nail color. Word Count: 1.4k

A/N: this isn't an original idea, s/o to Ayrus @improbable-outset and whoever the amazing anon was who pitched it. Decided to make something. Let me know who you are so I can give you a forehead kiss. (platonically) 🫶🏽

CW: MINORS DNI, SMUT(cuts off, suggestive P IN V, handjob, blowjob), suggestive themes

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"Take a picture, it'll last longer." Miguel smirked as you stared silently, longingly at his girthy cock, erect and proud before you, your chest pressed against his thigh as you laid there in the bed next to him after he slid his boxers down to his ankles.

Miguel starts to fidget a little under your burning, somewhat deadpan gaze, slightly uneased by your lingering silence.

"Is everything...okay?"

"Hum?" You reply numbly, your eyes still locked on his thick length, your hand slowly closing around the shaft in a fist.

"I m-mean you....haah.... you're just....mnnhhhh....staring at it like you've never seen me naked before..."

Miguel chokes back another moan as you gentlyy swipe your thumb back and forth over the tip, catching little drops of precum you drew out of him from the passionate kissing you were partaking in moments before.

You hum, slightly tilting your head as you remain mesmerized by his dick, committing every mole and vein to memory in your palm, although you've done it hundreds of times.

This time, you were taking mental notes on...one characteristic in particular.

"Just admiring..."

"Admiring....?" Miguel snorts out a laugh, shifting to pull his boxers back up.

"N-No...I'm not done!" You pout.

Miguel scoffs, shaking his head but quickly presses it back onto his pillow, biting his lip as he watches you get up, straddling his leg as you begin working his cock with slow languid strokes.

"Lemme make you cum before I go to my appointment..."

"Shit....it's nail day, right?" Miguel smiles fondly at you, cupping your cheek. "Don't you want to wait til you get home, baby? Love seeing my cock wrapped in whatever pretty colors you pick out...."

Miguel's full lips part, the most pathetic groan rumbling in his throat when you abruptly shut him up by licking around his pretty fat tip.

"Gimme two minutes..." You coo, sweetly humming before you take him in your mouth again.

"Fffuck....I fucking love you...." Miguel whispers, closing his eyes as he felt the silk warmth of your mouth slowly envelope his cock.

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Truth was, you spent ample time studying Miguel's manhood for...less than scientific purposes.

It was a little depraved, and totally freaky.

You grinned as you thought about Miguel's reaction and the blush he'd wear when you came home showing him exactly what color you got this time.

You saw on social media lots of other women doing this for their partners. Just a silly trend just for fun, and nobody would know anyway. It's not like anyone besides his exes or his doctor knew his tip color. God help them if you ran into them one day.

You stopped by your favorite drive through cafe first, loading up on your tall drink of choice to spoil yourself this afternoon, paying with the sleek black credit card Miguel slipped in your purse last minute, insisting this entire self care day was on him since you were so generous in gifting him an orgasm right before you left.

You pull up to your salon you frequent, a content feeling of satisfaction when you walk in and it's nowhere near as busy as it usually is. You take out your phone, pulling up your color shade you picked out specifically for this sly occasion, grinning when you lay eyes on a color that's a carbon copy of what you're looking for.

Weird, that's the third girl this week picking out a brown or tan colored shade. The nail technician thinks to themselves, trying to pick their brain for any holidays or events they forgot to think of for such a color, but none come to mind.

Oh well, they think as they get to work on your nails.

A satisfied smirk grows on your face as they paint the first stroke.

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You come home, only to find Miguel missing, realizing he texted you to let you know he needed to stop by the store on the way home so he could get ingredients for tonight's dinner since he's cooking.

God am I lucky... You thought.

"Hey beautiful..." Miguel arrives home, grocery bags in hand, showcasing that dazzling shy smile of his, clad in that signature tight black t shirt of that spared you no detail of his chiseled, broad form, his dark hair slightly tousled, reeking of that cashmere scent that made your thighs clench. He pauses to give you a welcome home kiss.

"Mmm.... mmmppphh...."

Clank.

The groceries he was holding fall to the floor with a crash as his fingers find the back of your neck as he adjusted his passion to meet yours, kissing you deeply.

"What....fuck, what's this for....?" Miguel groans, tilting his head as your lips departed from his, scattering kisses all along his neck. "Baby....shit..." His jaw slowly inches open, his face and mind fuzzy.

"Missed you...." You murmur against his skin, barely audible as your lips continue to graze the surface of his throat, the deep masculine scent of his cologne binding you under a trance.

It's fresh with a bite of spice, hidden notes of sandalwood somewhere buried underneath. A man that never smelled so manly, never looked soo...fuckable as he does right now. And he just paid for your nail day as the cherry on top.

"I was gonna make dinner, but....God." Miguel closes his eyes like he's in deep prayer, your tempting kisses and little coos of playful seduction his salvation within arm's reach.

"Need you now, baby."

And that's all he needs to hear before he's carrying you like a cloud straddled across his body to the bedroom. The heated, intoxicating blinders of lust in full effect as your clothes start to fall into messy heaps on the ground.

"Espera..." (Wait) Miguel's breath hitches when you're scooting to meet him at the edge of the bed, already reaching for his cock.

He had every intention of devouring your pussy first to repay you for earlier, but seems like you had a mind on your own. That's when he notices your freshly done nails for the first time.

"You like em....?" You whisper with a smile, planting a wet kiss against his tip where you've gently wrapped your fingers, the colors blending seamlessly against the skin underneath, his eyes widen in surprise.

"The..... shock?" He lets out a chuckle flavored with disbelief and amusement.

"I got your tip color baby." You giggle, gazing into his bewildered crimson eyes, enjoying the display of shock and speechlessness he's giving you.

He blinks rapidly, cheeks turning red. "Wait, no way...other people are gonna see it."

"Nobody's gonna know."

"They're gonna know."

"How?"

Miguel pauses. You're right, how would they. The only person that's came into close contact with him so intimately was only you, was only ever going to be you, right now, and for the unforseeable future. He'd rather mop the ocean than imagine anyone else seeing him that way.

"You adorable little headache..."

You laugh, going breathless as he leans down, his lips hungrily nip and suck the tender skin of your neck, "You love it though....it's like our own little dirty secret."

"Mmm yeah you're right I do.... But you're goddamn fucking right it's a fucking secret. Nobody better know except me...."

"Nobody will, I swear..."

He stops, smirking as he tenderly bumps his nose into yours as his forehead rests on yours, starring comically bug eyed into your soul.

"Promise?"

"I promise."

"Good."

He lays you on your back, his own rough thick fingers interlacing with yours. "Now..." You squeak and bite your lip when his knee parts your thighs effortlessly.

"Think we were in the middle of something right before my cunning little angel of a girlfriend was showing me what she's been spending my hard earned money on..."

You sigh sweetly as you feel him trace that broad heavenly tip that now matched your nails in that wetting sea of arousal that started to build around your entrance before he slowly eases it in, watching your eyes melt hopelessly.

He smirks as he rolls his hips slightly back, then slamming them snug against you, sharp gasp which quickly was lost in the lewd, dirty sounds of skin on skin and his soft frantic lips so passionately trying to devour your own, his fingers tightly squeezing yours against the mattress coated in the brown shade of his tip.

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