Me And The Voice In My Head Reading All The Pegging Fics W Miguel..

me and the voice in my head reading all the pegging fics w miguel..

posted a preview of dbf miguel on my ig story and someone replied saying “miguel miller” HOLD ON………..

NO CUZ LIKE TOJI AND NANAMI ARE BAEEEE OMG……

idk i’m thinking i’m getting into animé men

HELLO JELLY UR MIND????!!!!????!!!

marry me, honey

Synopsis: early morning passion leads Peter B. to ask you a very important question. Word count 1.1k

Warnings: MINORS DNI smut(p in v), oral, xAFAB!reader, fluff

"Fuck.....fuck....Peter, baby....."

You call out softly into the five AM calm of Peter B.'s bedroom.

The air is heavy with sex and drowsy lust, remnants of the cooling heat from the passion the night before strewn about his floor, hinting that he took you in other places besides the bed you now laid in together. 

The tall man is underneath you, messy brown locks charged with static from the pillows, peppered stubble adorning his chin in a dim outline only adding to his desirable ruggedness that was brought out of him by late night and early morning lovemaking, lowly groaning as you ride his cock in the dark. 

"Sweetheart..."

His hands find purchase on your waist, guiding your movements, fingers digging into your soft flesh, your toes curling as he slides you up the thick length of his cock, letting you sink back down sharply and bottoming out with a wet plap. 

"Mmmm...." you bite your lip as your hands slink up the soft curve of your body, wandering to your breasts, groping them with a sigh as you gently roll your head to the side, and back. 

"Baby, Jesus Christ..." 

His warm eyes are glazed over with something beginning to be so overwhelming. He clenches his teeth as he fights so hard not to cum, not when you're putting on such a beautiful show for him and you're cooing so sweetly. 

"Pete...?" 

"Yeah, honey...?" Peter responds with a soft exhale that's dripping, clinging onto the edge right before the inevitable fall. 

Your body like waves against a cliff, coaxing and eroding and beating all restaint out of him, pulling him under so all he'll know is the depth of oceans he knew better than to swim, but what better way to drown than in you. 

"You feel so good..." The last word rolls haphazardly off your tongue, caught between a breath and a whine that only makes it more difficult for him to hold on. 

"Fuck....fuck...honey, please, you're gonna kill me..." Peter raises his hips higher, burying his cock inside you as deep as it can possibly go, gifting you with a pained sensation that quickly dissolves into something sinful and delectable, the stretch of him in your pussy to accumulate this new angle causes you to lean forward, hands landing on either side of his head. 

You lock eyes, and in that moment something new and so intimate is born between you. Eyes meeting whose carriers are engulfed into the deepest parts of one another.

A temporary clash of universes inadvertently creating something so permanent in that sacred fragment of time. 

"Marry me...." He breathes out. 

Your eyes shift, hearing what he said but slightly uncertain you were meant to truly comprehend it. "What, Peter....?" 

"Marry me...." He whispers, bringing both hands to your face, before they slide down your body trailing shivers in their wake, finding residence on your soft hips before he slowly starts moving inside of you again.

"Fuck....marry me, honey, I swear to God...." 

"Peter, you're.... mmhhhhnn fuck.....is this..." You bite your lip, "...another one of your dad jokes...?" You chuckle, puffing out a short breath against his lips as he sat up, maintaining the closeness of your faces as he pressed his forehead against yours.

The wrinkles around his eyes soften, his thumb brushing your bottom lip as both your movements come to a brief pause, the fog of sleep less dense, but the weight of words he spoke just moments earlier didn't phase him one bit. 

A feeling of adrenalized elation in a mixture of bravery and vulnerability in his whole body as he affirms. "No, it's not, honey...."

He groans when you clench around his cock, the tight warmth goading him to start fucking you again. 

You kiss him, your lips together creating the most gentle noise as they drag and roll against each other, only barely overshadowed by the lewd litany of your bodies clapping together, coated in a new wetness of arousal brought out of you by this romantic, yet profound question he asked you. 

"You're.... asking me..... to marry you, right nnggghhh.....now...when we're....when we're like this?" Your mouth falls open , eyebrows knitting in an expression that sends excitement through his spine. 

"God....what better time than when we're like this, honey....?" His tone sincere, carrying promise.  "Right now, just made me realize you're all I've ever wanted...all I ever need...is this right here." 

He pants as he leans back, the slight hover of your body in his lap drawing out his wet cock just a bit, before he presses it deeply inside you again, stealing a kiss from you as he nestles fully inside you once again.

"I already have the ring." He murmurs. "Please...just let me give it to you." 

"Oh, Peter..." Your tone is watery, the kind shortly before those salty tears leak out of the corner of your eyes and paint your face. 

Peter smiles, kissing your nose before he disconnects with you only briefly, crossing over to his small closet, beaming while he looks at you and takes a small black velvet box from the very back corner of his top shelf. 

He kneels on the bed, crawling towards you on his fists before laying on his stomach, silken honey brown of those beautiful eyes gazing up at you. Your hands tangle in his hair, sniffling as your emotions run down your face. 

"Honey..." He whispers tenderly. "You make me so happy..." He shows you the open box, a soft gold band with a simple solitaire diamond in the middle, once belonging to his mother.

"Will you marry me?" 

At that point, his eyes contain stars. Every happy emotion you could conceive is stirring deeply within you, the feeling cementing itself and burning the way he looks right now into undying memory.

You realize you wish you could have met him so long ago so you didn't have to go so long as you did without him. 

"Yes, Peter..." You punctuate each confirmation with a slow kiss. "Yes....yes.....a million times...yes..."

You sigh as he slips the ring on your finger and wastes no time burying his face in your neck, his stubble scratching against your skin in that  endearing way that was so distinctive of him. 

He leans over you laid back on his pillows, roaming his warm palms over the soft, sensitive expanse of your inner thighs, groaning when your fingers entangle themselves in his tousled locks, a tingly feeling at the sight of your newly glittering wedding band peeking between them. 

Then, you surrender to the euphoric feeling of your new husband-to-be getting lost in the building sea of your aching sex, arching your back as he slowly eats your pussy, gradually and carefully breaking you apart and settling you to back sleep in the rapturous afterglow, while the radiant morning sun's littered rays of light only barely started to infiltrate the hushed darkened azure of the  quiet apartment.

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Bored, so these gifs go out to the film bros denying that this counted as a sex scene