Miguel O'hara X Reader Smut

xiuyingsai

2 years ago

strawberry sweet (nsfw)

based off of my idea of "big strong wrestler!miguel o'hara x a sweet lil fruit shake stand girl!reader who shyly offers him a refreshing lil drink 🥰 only for him to tug her into his trailer cus he's longing for something much sweeter aka you 😳"

A/N: i changed trailer to hotel because with the amount of fucking y'all partake in the poor trailer would collapse in on itself like the titanic submersible

tw: corruption kink, praise kink, slight humiliation kink, tummy bulge, size kink

Miguel needs something to take his stress out on, and he's damn sure it isn't the contender across from him, some sweaty bastard that he's about to beat the shit out of. In fact it's the opposite; of all the girls to catch his attention, it had to be the one that he's pretty sure would be terrified of him if he came up to her.

You were the petite little thing behind the counter at Smoothio, one of the stalls outside the arena, selling shakes and handing out cups for the past weekend.

Miguel thinks it must be the uniform, the pastel yellow shirt pushing your chest out just right and the brown skirt that tempted him with every step you took as you waddled over to the other stalls to ask for change money.

Miguel has always prided himself on having self-control but right now he's not sure he can still say that when all he's been thinking of since he saw you was how you'd stare up at him wide-eyed if he pinned you to the wall or how you'd gasp when he'd squeeze your cute little ass under that little skirt or how your eyes would glaze over with tears as he flips you over like you weighed nothing and finally thrusts his cock into your dripping, twitching, warm little-

Ding! The starting bell interrupts his thoughts. Miguel roars and claws his way forward. Usually he likes to drag it out a little and give the audience a little suspense, but right now he's impatient.

Within what feels like seconds the fight is over, with Miguel wiping sweat off his forehead with one hand and pinning the opponent down with the other. The crowd cheers— usually something he relishes in— but now it's just some annoying ringing in his ear as a referee throws a heavy championship belt over Miguel. He doesn't give a shit, not when he's eager for a much sweeter reward.

It's around 11pm when the fans and paparazzi finally fuck off.

Now it's just him and some of the other fighters waiting for their anti-cheating steroids, whatever test results, getting hotdogs and popcorn and all that shit from the stalls.

Miguel looks up from his phone when some guy walks over to your stall, conversing with you. Miguel has to restrain himself from murdering the weak little fucker when he sees the little frown on your face as he walks away.

He stands up and does what he's wanted to do this whole weekend- aside from fuck you dumb and drooly, that is- which is walk up to the tiny stall with neon yellow letters spelling out "Smoothio".

As he gets closer, he realizes your head is still down. Miguel is 110% ready to turn right back around and wipe the floor clean with that bastard until he realizes you're counting sales.

Miguel leans on the counter, eyes on you as you work, flipping through the sales notebook in one hand and tapping your fingers on the table like typing on an imaginary calculator. He tries to imagine what your shaky hands would feel like as they pressed against his chest while he pounded into you-

"S-Sir?"

Miguel looks up and meets your nervous gaze. His smirk betrays the way his heart stops as he stares into your pretty eyes.

"Hi, cutie," he grins. "That guy givin' you trouble?"

Your breath stutters as your eyes avert and your stare focuses on your hands.

"No- not at all, Mister O'Hara."

Fuck. Mister O'Hara sounds so professional, but the image of you that he's conjured up in his head is nothing but.

"Really?" he probes, raising an eyebrow. "Cause if he is I don't mind getting my hands dirty again-"

"No!" you yelp, and when he chuckles you mumble a sorry and look down again. "No, I mean really. He wasn't. But thank you. And... congratulations on your win, Sir."

Miguel laughs, brushing his hair back and looking you up and down now that he's closer to you than ever. He juts his chin at the menu. "No need to call me Sir, baby. What's your bestseller?"

Your nervous smile drops as your face pales. "Uh... uhm... I'm sorry, but we're almost completely out of stock."

Poor little thing saying sorry for something that's not under her control. Miguel laughs softly and shakes his head. "No problem, hermosa. I'll take whatever you give me~"

"The only flavor we got left is... strawberry. I'm really sorry, Sir."

Strawberry.

"Just my luck," he smiles. "Strawberry happens to be my favorite flavor."

You smile back and he doesn't know if he wants to bend you over or boop your cute little nose.

"Strawberry it is." You take out a cup and marker and tick some boxes on the cup. "One strawberry swirl for Mister O'Hara."

He can't resist the urge to lean closer, brushing some stray hair away from your face and curling a finger under your chin.

"You can call me Miguel, cariño," he whispers. "You have very pretty eyes, you know that?"

"I- I- Sir-"

Miguel backs away, crossing his arms over his gray compression shirt and looking you up and down. "Cute," he bites his lip, a grin sneaking onto his face as you stare up at him wide-eyed, before snapping out of your trance and preparing his drink, eyes flickering up at him and back down when you see him still staring.

"Here," you hold the cup out to him, and he licks his lips, whispering a thank you, hermosa~ that has your face burning up.

Miguel takes a sip, humming lowly in appreciation.

"Best shake I've ever had," he grins. "But you know what other sweet thing I really want tonight~?"

You shake your head, and Miguel laughs, walking around the counter and finally, finally placing his hands on your waist and leaning down to whisper in your ear.

"You, pretty girl~" he teases.

"M-me?" you mumble out, completely clueless of the lust you ignite deep within him.

"You have no idea what you do to me... make me lose control, make me feel like I'll go insane if I don't get to taste you right now..."

"M-Miguel..." you place your trembling hands over his, not really sure if you want to push him away or pull him closer.

He senses your hesitation, his gaze softening as his hands take yours.

"You're beautiful," he whispers. "I haven't looked at anyone else here since the moment I saw you."

He rubs a thumb over your wrist, mustering up the tiniest smile that makes him look so harmless to you, you nearly giggle out loud.

"Hmm?" Miguel tilts his head as he bites back a grin, resting both of his hands down on the counter on either side of you, caging you in. "What's so funny, cariño?"

He leans in real close, eyes darting down to your lips and back up at your eyes. "I'm dying to touch you and you're laughing? Do you have any idea how much I wanna eat you up right right now?"

"S-Sir..."

Your breath stutters as he dares to drag his hand slowly up your thigh, and you whimper, turning your head to the side and hiding your pretty face from his view.

Miguel's other hand takes your cheek and turns your face back to him. You're caught off-guard when his lips brush over your ear, whispering so darkly it makes you shiver in his hold.

He's pushed your skirt up and you know he can feel through your underwear that you're just as needy as he is.

"Tell me you don't want this," he growls into your ear, his hand grazing over your panties. "I can't fucking hold back, cariño, I'll fuck you so good but I can't promise I'll be gentle. You'll be feeling me inside you for the rest of the week- fuck- I'll make sure you can't walk and when you do, my cum will be dripping out of you from how much I fucked you. Tell me to stop."

Miguel has never been this desperate. He's usually the one girls drool all over, but now he's the one that can't think straight at the thought of never getting a taste of your sweetness.

"Not here..." you whisper. Miguel turns his head to look at you, but you've shied away from his gaze.

"There's still a bunch of people..." you continue, and he laughs, his lighthearted chuckle betraying the way his cock is already stiff in his pants.

"I wouldn't mind giving them a show, but whatever you say, hermosa~"

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Miguel thanks whatever's in the fucking sky for the hotel being right next to the arena.

It's all a blur for him as he pins you against the elevator wall, leaving sloppy kisses on your neck and jawline as you become putty in his arms, pretty little whines of his name echoing in the elevator as it takes you to the 57th floor. The doors slide open and Miguel lifts you up onto his shoulder like you weigh nothing, making you squeal when he swats your ass as he taps the keycard against the lock, setting you down on the bed and crawling over you, leaving you trapped under his body.

"Fuck, you're so pretty," he groans, pushing your shirt just above your breast and kissing your neck while he reaches around you to undo your bra.

You whimper, covering your face, but he takes your wrists and pins them above your head.

"Miguel..."

"So sexy, 'specially when you're so shy for me, hermosa~" he growls, tracing his tongue over your nipples and making you whine and squirm. It's getting harder for him to resist the way your hips are bucking up into his crotch.

Miguel looks up and grins when he sees you so restless. "I want you so bad, cutie, you have no fucking idea..."

He takes your hand and places it over his clothed bulge. “Wanna fuck you so bad~”

In a flash, Miguel has you flipped you over on your hands and knees, pressing his palm down on your back to push you down on the sheets. Shivers run up and down your back as he pushes your thighs apart with his body, exposing your cute little pussy, gleaming in arousal because of him, and you hear him curse quietly in Spanish.

"Shit, you look delicious, baby~" he whispers, taking off his pants. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Miguel sinks all the way in on the first try, making you squish your face into a pillow and whimper out his name, overwhelmed by the size of his cock in your cunt.

He grunts and clenches his fist, relishing in your tightness as your pussy twitches around him.

“Fuck,” he growls, forcing his weight down on you, his chest against your back as he starts moving his hips, eliciting little noises of pleasure from you. “Tell me how good it feels, bebita~“

He grins when you can’t, you just can’t string any words together because he’s fucking you that good. But he likes it that way, and laughs cruelly when you whimper and whine with every relentless, rough thrust of his cock into your pussy.

“Mig- Miguel- ahh… Oh God-!”

Slap!

You squeal when his hand comes down on your ass, and squirm under him helplessly. That just makes it worse because your little cunt clenches down on him even harder.

“No, no, where are you going, cutie?” Miguel teases, pulling you back under him and going faster, harder, his thick cock ramming in and out of you, all coherent thought dripping out of you like the juices trickling down your quivering thighs.

“Pretty little hole sucking me in, it’s like you don’t want me to leave~” he whispers, cooing and laughing softly when you try to say his name.

“S-slow down-” you mumble, but Miguel chuckles and pulls out, flipping you over on your back and sinking in, burying himself to the hilt before staring up at you, making your pussy twitch around his huge cock.

“Why would I?” he teases. “You’re feeling so good, aren’t you?” he kisses the tip of your nose, making you clench down on him, and he groans, eyes darting down where his cock is snug in your warm little cunt.

He leans in to kiss your neck while his hand roams over your stomach, forcing himself to stay still and not rut into you like a feral animal. Miguel feels a little bump just above your crotch and presses down on it, making you gasp and look up at him with wide glazy eyes.

“Oh,” he chuckled. “Can you feel just how f-fucking deep I am in you, cariño?” He presses down and starts moving, making you squeal and pull him closer.

“Yeah- fuck- keep squirming for me, gatita, you’re so fucking cute it hurts…” He growls. You whimper, turning your head to the side, but he turns you to face him, kissing you roughly and forcing his tongue in, making you moan even louder, overwhelmed by the pleasure he’s giving you.

Miguel grunts when you clench down harder and faster, and spreads your legs further apart so he can go rougher. “Yeah? You close, bebita? I can feel you squeezing down on me. Don’t hold back, baby, I know you want to come- come on, fuck, come for me, cutie- make me feel good gatita-”

You gasp, eyes glazing over as your thighs tremble, creaming all over his cock as you whimper into his mouth, shaking with the intensity of your orgasm.

Miguel holds off a little longer- just so he can savor the feeling of your orgasm, before he pins your wrists to your sides, groaning when he comes inside you, battering your sensitive little hole with all his cum.

He watches as you whine and try to close your legs, laughing and peppering kisses all over your face, and pressing his lips to the hickeys on your neck and breasts.

“Shit, that was so much better than I imagined~” Miguel whispered. “Did you like it, baby~?”

You giggled as his tongue traced your nipple and nodded, smiling down at him.

Fuck, he doesn’t know how you make his cock hard one moment and his heart flutter the next.

Miguel kisses you again before he makes his way down between your legs.

“W-wait-” you stammer, looking down at him with wide eyes. “What are you doing?”

Miguel grins. “Making sure you come so fucking hard you’ll never be able to leave me, bebita~” he whispers, before he presses a kiss to your dripping cunt, filled with both your cum and his.

“I did say I wanted to taste something real sweet didn’t I?~”

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more a/n: if u want a part 2 with this idea get this to 3k notes :)) thank you for the support, whether it may be a like, a reblog, or a keyboard smash <3

edit: WHORES. i will get onto part 2 asap.

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xiuyingsai

1 year ago

You like 'em huh?

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(summary: Miguel notices you looking at his muscles after he'd taken a shower, so he uses them.)

CW: rough sex, choking kinda, verstimulation, biting, spitting, slapping, size difference

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"Hey Miggy?" you call out, trying to take the case off of your phone to replace it with the new one he'd bought earlier, bur your nails were too long.

"hm?" he said, walking out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist, his hair wet.

"could you help me take this off?" you ask him, luckily still looking down at the phone case cause if you weren't you probably wouldn't have been able to speak

"lemme see." he said, holding out his hand.

you look up, handing him the phone and he sits down on the bed next to you, trying to pick off the phone case.

your eyes nearly popped out of your head and turned into hearts. although you'd seen his body a couple times, it wasn't all the way like this.

you both hadn't even had sex yet, and his body SOO made you want to.

the way his back rippled when his large hands tried to pry the phone and phone case apart, his pecs that were basically tits, his abs, his arms that you wanted him to put you in a headlock in, and his THIGHS.

god his thighs were beefy, thicker than yours even. call yourself cliche but you wanted him to crush your skull in between his thighs like a watermelon, and he probably could.

without even thinking, you reached out and laid your palm against his bicep, causing him to jump a bit.

you took your hand back as he looked at you and raised an eyebrow, probably expecting an explanation.

"sorry." you say, picking at your nails in your lap, your eyes still somewhat on his face but more on his body.

he grinned, setting the phone aside and turning to you a bit.

"you like 'em huh?" he asked, and you looked at him.

"well, duh. your arms look like they could do one karate chop to my back and break it."

he smiled and slid his hand underneath your shirt, his large and rough hand rubbing against the soft skin of your stomach.

"do you need me to break your back?" he asked teasingly, and you couldn't tell if he was joking or not.

but either way you looked at him wide-eyed, and nodded a little.

"are you gonna?" you ask

"I can." he answered and slid his hand up further, cupping your breast and rubbing his thumb against your hard nipple underneath your bra, almost asking permission to take off your clothes.

you nod, and he takes his other hand around the hem of your shirt, lifting up your shirt over your head, taking it off and tossing it onto the floor.

"take all of your clothes off, I'll be back." he says, sitting up and walking into the bathroom.

you take everything off, your bra, panties, and shorts.

feeling a little exposed you wrap your arms around yourself, and then he walks back in.

in his hand is a bottle of lube, and this time he doesn't have the towel around his waist.

your eyea almost pop out of your head and turn into hearts at the size of his dick.

he must've notices or something, because he walked towards you, sitting on the bed in front of you and he wrapped his hand around his cock.

"do you like it?" he teased, sitting on his knees in front of you.

"well, yeah but that's not going to fit Miguel!" you say. not that it was your first time, but it was your first time ever having a dick that big inside of you.

he flicks open the bottle, setting it propped up on a pillow next to you and he crawls on top of you, his cock laid flat against your tummy and he spreads your legs around his waist.

"then we'll make it fit." he smiles, cupping your cheek and turning your head to up to him and he kisses you.

you kiss him back, your hands reaching up into his hair and he reaches over and grabs the lube.

he breaks the kiss, sitting up and putting some on his hand then wrapping his hand around his cock, giving himself a few pumps.

he lowers his cock, rubbing it in between your folds and he kisses the valley of your breasts.

he coats you and himself in the lube combined with your wet slick, and then he sits up again.

"turn over." he demanded, and you did.

turning over onto your stomach, he grabbed a pillow and put it underneath your hips.

he leaned over you, his tip teasing your entrance and he wrapped his thick arm around your neck.

it felt like you were going to snap in half, but that's also what you wanted.

he reached down with his other hand, holding the base of his cock and guiding the tip into you.

you winced as you felt yourself stretch, wincing at the feeling and you buried your face in his arm.

he kissed your head, pushing it in further and trying not to groan since you were uncomfortable.

"you're doing good okay?" he cooed, pushing it in about halfway and staying still for you to adjust.

you whimpered and nodded, adjusting to his size and he smacked your cheek a couple times.

"goood giiirl." he said, talking to you like a dog.

he pushed the rest in, then slowly started to move.

he groaned softly, tightening his grip around your neck.

"so fucking tight..." he grunted, his hips moving at a regular pace now that you've adjusted.

your mouth went slack, eyes rolling to the back of your head and you reached up and grabbed the headboard, biting down on his arm.

the whole bed was rocking at this point, his massive size fucking you like this was expected to probably break the bed if anything.

his face got faster, and your back arched further. you felt like you were already going to cum but you wanted to cum around the time time he did. whenever that was.

he spat on your cheek, slapping it into your skin as his hips fucked you relentlessly.

"you like that huh? my pretty girl with her eyes rolled back like that hm?" he taunted, whispering in your ear.

he was panting and grunting, which was more than enough to get you off anyways.

you whined, your pussy aching with pleasure and you felt like you could've came any second.

"fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck-" you moaned out, your orgasm ripping through you.

your ass pressed flush against him as he fucked you through it, his pace stuttering as your walls clamped down on him, milking him for everything he had.

your cum coated his cock, making a thick white ring around his length and he kept fucking you.

"just one more okay? god this pussy is so good." he groaned, slapping your cheek and he kissed behind your ear.

you were seeing white, the slight overstimulation stinging inside of you but it felt so good.

"this pussy is mine." he growled, the headboard slamming against the wall with every one of his thrusts.

your fingernails dug into the sheets and headboard, a bit of drool spilling out of the corner of your mouth.

"say it." he demanded "say this pussy is mine."

you couldn't barely move, let alone talk but you managed.

"i-it's yours-" you whined, feeling another knot tighten in your stomach as he kept going.

he slapped you again. "that's right. and you're gonna take this cock until I'm done okay?"

you nodded slightly, since the only thing you could do was take it anyways.

your swollen clit was pulsing, your body aching for another orgasm.

it spilled out of you for the second time, Miguel not slowing his pace.

a second coat of cum covered his dick and dripped out of your swollen pussy, your walls tightening around his cock.

he groaned, his pace stuttering slightly.

the overstimulation was killing you, your hole pulsing and clenching around him as you squirmed a little.

he tightened his arm around your neck more, his other hand holding you in place.

"just a couple more minutes okay? I'm close baby I'm close." he panted, his cock twitching inside of you.

you were seeing stars, the only sounds coming out of you were whimpers and whines.

next thing you knew you'd came two more times, and he kept saying "one more time?"

"M-Miguel no more-" you whimpered, tears rolling down your cheeks.

you wanted more, but at the same time you didn't.

he'd been edging himself the last two of your orgasms so he nodded

"okay okay okay." he grunted, and with a couple more thrusts his body twitched and a huge load of hot cum spilled inside of you, his face buried in the crook of your neck and he whimpered, his arm loosening around your neck as he just laid on top of you with his softening cock inside of you.

your head flopped against the pillow, and he weakly kissed your cheek.

he pulled out, laying next to you and closed his eyes, panting.

"let's take a shower."

and you nodded.

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(you got good aftercarw dw 😛)

the other one for today will probably be submitted later tonight, I still haven't started it.

I've got baddd adhd and it sucks to pay attention to write these.

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monarchberrysblog

1 year ago

𝔩𝔢𝔱’𝔰 𝔪𝔞𝔨𝔢 𝔲𝔭

18+ Miguel O’Hara x Fem! Reader

Summary: After arguing with Miguel over a touchy subject, you both come to a consensus.

Content Warning ⚠️: Soft! Dom! Miguel, Dacryphilia?, Praise (from Miguel), little nicknames (Mainly cariño and neña), and a little bit of Miguel being a complete munch. (if you don't know what that means, you're too young to read my content.) The reader is a bottom, overstimulation (nothing new), and unprotective P in V. (wrap it before you tap it). Miguel talks the reader through it, and Miguel cries. (I wish I were playing) (NOT PROOFREAD) (OOC MIGUEL)

Word Count: 3.1k+ words (holy shit…)

Author's Notes: Well, this occurred to me while soaking my hair in rice water 😭 But in all seriousness, here’s something sweet but smutty 😗😋 Hope you all enjoy it. If there are some plot holds, I'm sorry. I've been busy recently.

To my girlies who have a praise kink, your secret is safe with Miguel. 💌

It had been two weeks since you spoke to Miguel, let alone share a bed.

Miguel regretted that he yelled at you or how he compared you to Dana, his former lover. The truth was, you were far better than Dana. You were kind, patient, and understanding of his responsibilities as Spider-Man. He didn't know what came to him when he compared you, a literal angel, to one of the worst partners he'd dated beforehand.

You remained a pillar of support and unwavering patience throughout his double life. Despite the countless tasks, you never once complained. You were there to tend to his wounds at the odd night hours, offering comfort and care. During the frigid winter months in Nueva York, you never failed to have a warm and nourishing soup ready to soothe his ailing body. But now, asking him to come home soon was too much?

"Dana would never complain about me coming home late!"

"Well, I'm sorry that I'm not her!"

The same argument returned for the last few days until one instance ended it. It was the same argument managed, but he managed to end it—not as you expected.

"I should have never dated you! You are so demanding. Dana would never be like this." The second he finished, he covered his mouth with his hands quickly and backed away from you. He wanted to take back his words, but you didn't give him that advantage. Your silence felt suffocating to hear and to be around. But the sight of your lips quivering and your eyes at the brink of spilling tears. The urge to run to you and to beg for forgiveness rushed through his veins.

Before even having the opportunity, you are running away from him into your shared bedroom, like a small rabbit running away from its predator to seek shelter in a small hole in the ground.

As soon as Miguel laid eyes on the scene before him, his stomach turned, and he felt like he would be sick. It wasn't just that he had acted up—the complete lack of remorse he felt at that moment truly frightened him. Meanwhile, seeing you trying to hold back tears made the situation unbearable. But when he heard you weeping in your bedroom, the guilt he felt just got magnified.

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The sound of thunder boomed throughout the apartment complex. Usually, this made you want to grab a soft blanket and snuggle in Miguel's arms. However, the events that led to this said otherwise. He was out in Nueva York while you were bedridden. The sensation of your pillow against your cheek buried away the melancholy and the tears that your poor pillow always caught whenever you got upset.

The now old Victorian complex now creaks and settles down every other occasion. The sound of a muffled evangelical leader seeped through the thin walls, despite the number of complaints Miguel had told the older man to turn it down. But now? The preaching from the frustrated man drowns out your sorrows as thunder continues to rumble throughout the complex.

The window sliding open greets you, snapping you out of the evangelical preacher's words. Veering over your shoulder, you see your boyfriend, Miguel, crawling back into the apartment, closing the old window, preventing the downpour from creeping in and soaking the red oak floors. The sight of him changing into his sweats and undershirt was enough to make you blush, but you ignored your instincts. The simple 'hey' he greets you made you toss and turn on the bed, ignoring him.

Your heart skipped a beat as you heard the words "Cariño, por favor" uttered from behind you. Your mind was racing, and you wondered whether to turn around and face him. The temptation to forgive and forget lingered in your heart for a week, but what he had said had left an unforgettable mark. The hurt and pain were too much to ignore, and you knew deep down that it was time to move on—even though you were too adamant for your good.

A small sigh of defeat fills the mere pregnant pause in the air as the bed creaks under the added weight on the bed before settling down. The blankets bunched around your chest and near your chin comforted you despite the smell of it being your favorite fabric softener combined with his scent. "C'mere…" He groans, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you into a spooning position. A loud whine from you wasn't the response he was expecting. He expected a giggle when he did so, but an adverse reaction said otherwise.

"Please don't be upset, cariño. I didn't mean what I said about, well—" Miguel suddenly stops. There is no other way around it. He messed up big time, and can see the hurt in your eyes.

You weren't Dana, something that Miguel always took for granted—the memory of having to deal with someone so parasitic, like a brain-eating amoeba, was emotionally draining. Even thinking about it is enough to make anyone tired. The emotional unavailability was the thing that got to him when it came to her, knowing that she wasn't waiting for him and cared about herself instead. The artificial bullshit was the only thing she desired, such as the dates and the gifts, not the emotional side of things, such as aftercare.

"What I said, it was true. You're not like Dana," A pause filled the space as you waited for him to continue. "You're not her, and it's something I adore." The simple kiss to your temple made you liquefy in his arms, but you remained silent, giving the silent treatment. "And I'm sorry about what I said; it was something I said in the heat of the moment." A nuzzle to the pillow was the only response he received, along with the low rumble of thunder.

As his lips touched your temple, a wave of gentle affection washed over you. The kisses continued to rain down softly, dotting your forehead, cheeks, and finally, your lips, like a fluttering of delicate butterfly wings. A tiny grumble left from you, not wanting to cave into his little kisses and advances that you ever so adored dearly.

The harassment of sweet kisses ended after ten minutes, and you turned your body to face Miguel. "…hey."

"Hey, cariño…" He hums, sneaking a kiss to your lips, which you allow. "…hey." You repeated, not knowing what else to say. "Hi." Miguel chuckled from the back of his throat and planted another kiss on the forehead. You stayed silent for the longest time until you looked up at him from where you rested your head on his chest. "I'm sorry too—" Miguel covered your mouth with his hand, nearly covering your entire face. "No, don't apologize. This argument was all my fault." He pulled his hand away from your lips, and a subtle sigh left.

"I shouldn't have exploded over one little thing. You rarely ask for me to come home a little sooner." His fingers combed through your hair, occasionally fixing some knots. "It shows that you care; you want me to be at home, safe and warm…" The pitter-patter of rain continued to play a steady tempo like a metronome at an adagio, not too fast, yet a bit slow. "I'm sorry for giving a poor excuse for blowing my anger at you. It was… stupid." He breathes out. "I had no reason."

You hummed and nuzzled closer to him. "I forgive you…" You mumbled, soon curling up to him for his warmth. "I should have known that asking for you to come home sooner is a bit too much—" You were cut off once again with a kiss on your lips, muffling your words. After you stopped and returned the kiss, Miguel pulled away after a moment and ruffled your hair.

"No, cariño. None of this is your fault. The blame is all on me." He rubbed the back of your head with his hand, lightly massaging the nape of your neck with his thumb. A small chuckle escaped from him. Seeing your messy hair makes him smile at the sight you gave him. Usually, you would throw a fit about how you looked, especially when the two of you went out. But now, you seemed loosened up and mellow.

He embraced you tightly, nuzzling into your neck as soon as you returned it. "I missed you so much… I don't like being mad at you," you muttered, slowly rubbing your fingertips against the nape of his neck. Then you started playing with his hair. A small smile formed on your lips as you felt his soft waves against the pads of your fingers. "Even with your suit, your hair is always soft. It never fails to surprise me."

Miguel only gave you a chuckle before pulling you to rest on his body and planting a long kiss on your lips, which you happily reciprocated. The soft, supple kisses soon evolved into something hungry and messy. The soft caress around your waist soon became handsy and coping with a feeling of being on one another. "I missed you, nena…" He mumbles in between kisses.

His kisses moved from your lips, leaving a small trail from your neck to your collarbone and, finally, on your plush lower stomach. “Nena… let me, please…” With a rush, you nodded, rubbing your thighs together slowly. "Here, let's help you out…" Usually, the man would rip your underwear off, but this time, he held back. He patted your hips lovingly, gesturing for you to raise your hips. "Raise your hips for me." You obeyed immediately, soon squirming out of your underwear and helping Miguel.

His arms hooked around your thighs, dragging your upper half down onto the mattress and having your pussy close to Miguel's lips. "Look at that, that kiss got you all wet…" Before complaining that you could feel his breath against your sensitive clit, Miguel indulged himself, devouring you slowly and slurping any remnants of your arousal. "My god, you taste so good…" He shuddered in between your folds and soon probed his tongue at your entrance. The light flicks from the wet, active muscles tease you enough for you to grasp onto the duvet underneath you and moan deep from your throat. "Oh fuck, fuck me with it…"

Hum is the only response you accumulate as you feel the wet tongue slowly tease your fluttering hole and soon feel Miguel lightly push his tongue at your fluttering hole. A small, needy moan filled the space while the wet muscle made you arch your back against the mattress. "Fuck, I want it inside…" You urgently whine.

"What do you want, cariño? Use your words, m'kay?" He muttered, slowly pulling away from your pussy and taking the time to savor you.

"I want it…"

"You want what? Please tell me what you want." He cooed to you and rubbed his thumbs against your thighs. The light breathing against your clit and entrance didn't help your case. Your high was making it nearly impossible to get on top of him and to take regime.

"I want your cock… please."

After a few moments of your demands and feeling his soft breathing against your pussy, he slowly slid you back down onto the bed, laying you down on the bed gently. "C'mere…" Miguel whispers sweetly before he gently holds you close and slowly rubs his aching length against your folds. The sensation of the fabric of his sweats rubbing against your bare skin was enough for you to moan at the feeling. "Wait, this feels…" He paused and looked down at you. "Are we okay? I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." You could hear the sheer panic in his voice, but you only nodded, giving him the green light.

Reaching down, your hands worked quickly, and you pulled on his sweats and boxers. A low groan emits from Miguel, feeling his dick get freed from the restrictive clothing. "You wanna hump on my cock like a good girl?" He mumbles out heavily, slowly lowering himself and allowing his length to rub in between your folds slowly. "Oh god, slowly. Slowly, cariño…" He urgently breathes out, slowly letting his bulbous tip rub against your clit. The burning yet slippery sensation slowly builds up. The slow, sensual rubs are enough for more arousal to build up, making it feel like a slippery slide thanks to your arousal and Miguel's precum. "Mierda…"

"Do you want me to fuck you, and do you want my babies?"

You nodded immediately, squirming in underneath him on the mattress.

"C'mon, grab it and slide it in. You know how to do it."

It had been weeks since you'd had sex with Miguel, especially since the argument about Dana; it almost had been a month without any intimate contact. You slowly reached for his cock and lightly tapped his tip against your entrance, a little nervous about how it would be a tight fit. "Miguel?" You slowly whined, still holding onto his aching cock. "Do you need any help?" He hums, slowly getting himself comfortable. "It's been a while…"

He nods before he grabs his cock and helps you slowly push himself in. "Shit!" He suddenly hisses out, barely letting his tip inside of you while you claw at his arms and groan. "You are tight…" You looked down and saw that your poor partner barely kept it together. "Give me a moment, nena…" He murmurs out quietly, slowly thrusting his tip at your entrance.

"Just the tip?" You sweetly suggested, looking down again, seeing how desperately he wanted his length to disappear by simply slowly pumping into you. "Maybe… Just the tip…" Miguel nods, slowly letting his tip probe at your entrance.

/

The sounds of labored breathing and moans filled the apartment, drowning out the evangelical preacher from next door, along with the angry bangs from the other neighbors. "I want you…" You breathed out, slowly feeling him sink in his length until his happy trail brushed against your clit. "Then you can have me. I'm yours to do as you please." His voice was like warm molasses, a sweet honey running down with sweet venom.

Another shout from the older man next door causes Miguel to roll his eyes as he slowly thrusts into you, allowing his mushroom tip to brush against your cervix. "Shut up!" Miguel yelled out to the angry neighbor and returned his focus to you. "Can we go a little faster?" You meekly suggested while slowly moving on his length. "Ay, cariño…"

The sensation of his length twitching inside of you is enough to have the man nearly cave in and thrust into your fluttering walls to end the slow overstimulation on his tip. "Easy, easy…" He breathed out weakly, slowly grasping onto your hips. His talons digging into your flesh felt like tiny needles lightly prickling at your thumb while sewing. "You're a little tight, and it's been a hot minute." His breathy groan filled the space immediately, slowly moving in and out of your fluttering hole. Not listening to his demands, you began to move your hips down and slid with ease, allowing your arousal to cream on his length. "Let's piss the neighbor off."

It was a sick, twisted fantasy to anger your neighbors, especially with the fact that y'all had thin walls in the time-old apartment that could drive anyone crazy. Mainly because the older neighbors around y'all are rowdy and complain about every little noise you or Miguel produced, most the sound of a blender or even if some music played a little too loud to their liking. But to you and him, it was time to get back at them and be as noisy as possible.

His pace was languid yet deep, taking his time while letting out low, rough grunts. “You're doing well, cariño.” You respond weakly by letting out a mewl and only let your fluttering wall convey the message more. “I'm trying…” You whined, bringing him to your embrace. “Can you go a little faster?” You plead, feeling the slow, delicious burn from his girth. “You sure? I don't want to hurt you.” He nuzzled close to your neck, leaving tiny kisses.

“I can handle it.” You pant, slowly sink yourself into him, pushing yourself down on him. The veins running down his length brushed against your clit deliciously, with a loud mewl filling in the apartment. “Please, please, please.” You plead out loud. “I'm on birth control, please.”

“I want you to—” One quick thrust ended your words. A sudden scream of pleasure filled the space, feeling Miguel’s merciless tempo. “Oh fuck! Yes! Keep it at that!” You demanded while being underneath him. “Baby, I'm a little—”

The wanton moans filled the space while the banging of the neighbor on your apartment walls made this nothing but filthy. “Shut up!” Your hoarse demands filled the space while you banged your fist against the wall. His unrelenting tempo continued, feeling that burn you ever so missed desperately.

The wet, squelching noise made the scene more lewd for Miguel, along with your shared bed creaking underneath the two of you, barely holding on with whatever strength it could conjure up. You are underneath him while he can feel your arousal coat his length along with his precum. The pace felt nothing but filthy and desperate. The feeling of tiny water droplets landed on your cheeks, causing you to wipe them off before you look up and see your partner, your usual aloof, stoic partner, shedding tears before you. The rough pace continued as you clawed at his back, leaving faint, red marks before you felt your rippling finish come to you and embraced Miguel tightly. “Please, I'm close…”

With one single thrust, you felt him twitch inside you before putting his heavy load in you.

“You okay?” You peeped out to him while feeling him slowly slide out and wiping away his tears. “Yes, I'm fine. Just overstimulated myself a little.” Slowly, he pulls out, earning a tiny groan from you and immediately pulls you into a warm embrace. “I didn't hurt you, did I?” You shook your head no, taking in shallow breaths. “No, I'm okay. Just a little sore.” You mumble quietly. Little sore was an understatement…

“C’mere…” He pants out, pulls you into a warm embrace, and plants soft, lazy kisses on your temple and cheeks. “You did so good…” The lazy, slow presses of his body against you felt like a weighted blanket, along with his chest heaving against yours. His hands roamed your body, allowing his fingers to trace light patterns and memorize you. “What do you want for dinner, cariño? Do you want me to prepare you something or do you want that one pizza you like on Main Street?” He murmurs from your shoulder, not wanting to get off of you. An incomprehensive mumble is the only thing that responds to him.

“Pizza it is, then.”

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monarchberrysblog

1 year ago

𝔤𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔱𝔞

(the fan art is from @RamiroAart on X!)

+18 Miguel O’Hara x Fem! Reader

summary: after taking your car to get an oil change with your debit card not working, you offer a solution to the mechanic.

content warning: this is a bit taboo, so I'm putting a SMALL WARNING HERE. Proceed with PRECAUTION. miguel wears a virgencita necklack, pussy slapping, cunnilingus (f! recieving), overstimulation, fingering, semi-public (he fucks you in a garage, but it's closed), unprotected p in v (wrap it before you tap it, people). If I miss any, let me know.

word count: +1.4k words

author’s notes: there have been so many changes to this, it's not even funny 😳

Part Two to Gatita

Oil changes. They will be the epitome for you. The visits to the mechanics near your house were always dreaded, especially since they reminded you of doctor visits. But instead of paying a small co-pay of ten or twenty dollars, your car costs more than life itself regarding its separate parts.

But paying for it? Your poor little debit card couldn't get a good read of the PIN reader. So what do you do? Give the mechanic an offer he can't skip.

“Compórtate bien, muñeca o te voy a castigar.”

The once-open entryway of the mechanic’s shop is now closed. But your legs? They were wide open to a munch. The man who changed your oil is now going down on you like a hungry dog. “Your pussy is so pretty…” He mumbles. You felt yourself squirm on the hood of your car, feeling his fingers hover at your entrance, with the tips of his fingers gathering the clear discharge.

Moving his fingers away, he laid his tongue flat against your entrance, moving from the bottom to the top, letting his tongue linger on your puffy clit. While sucking on your clit, the sensation of something cool lightly tap at your core, causing you to squirm. “Let's move her out of the way…” Miguel pulls away before you see the thing that dangled at your entrance. With swift hands, he maneuvered the virgencita charm away and to the nape of his neck. “We don't want her to see this.”

“What?” You whined, soon propping yourself on the hood and looking at Miguel going down on you once again, eat you out like you were the last meal of his life. With one hand, you buried your hand into his hair and let out a loud groan. He pauses momentarily, feeling your gaze. He pulls away, looks up at you from where he is, and chuckles. “Que asquerosa,” He darkly chuckles. With a heavy hand, he slaps at your puffy bundle of nerves, earning a yelp from you. “You wanna see me fuck you? You want to see?” He placed his fingers against the irritated skin, massaging the irritation slowly.

A tiny groan escaped before you covered your mouth quickly. “Let’s prep you, okay?”

One finger suddenly became two, feeling yourself getting ready for your sweet release. “Please…” You whined, grinding yourself on his fingers.

“Hmm, should I add a third finger?” He chuckles before a sharp, stretching pain greets you as his three fingers bottom out and slowly pump you. A scream fills the space before Miguel covers your mouth with his free hand. “Shh, shh. I know, muñeca.” He whispers, keeping up the slow pace. “I have to prep you for me, okay?” He moves his hand away from your mouth and places it on your hip, getting a good grip on you, not allowing you to squirm on the hood of your car.

The same build-up on your lower stomach came back to you, making you moan out loud for anyone to hear. “Please, please.” You plead, guiding your hips up and down on his fingers, relieving yourself. “Why are you begging? You're doing the work yourself.” He chuckled at the sight before him, seeing you watch yourself pleasing yourself and building up more arousal on his fingers. “Enough cariño. My turn.”

/

“You know what you do to me.” He whispers, getting you comfortable. Being bent over a table with your pussy out in the open while being face-down felt humiliating, but you felt giddy. The sound of a belt clinking behind you and a zipper going down heightened your senses and made your mouth water. One of Miguel’s hands gripped your hip, with the other hand nowhere on your body. You looked over your shoulder but got something else in return. With a heavy hand, a loud spank at your pussy fills the space. You turned back to look at the table below you and kept in your moan instead, biting down on your lips.

“C’mon, let me hear those pretty little noises you make…” A harsh, hot pain hits again, almost as if you were a strong stallion needing to be tamed down. The more the hits became close to your entrance, the louder your wanton cries became.

“You like getting spanked here…” His fingers gently rub at the red marks, giving you a moment to breathe. “Now, be a good girl and open up.” The feeling of his fingers spreading your entrance is enough to make you shudder and wait for what you've been wanting ever since you entered this mechanic's shop. A nudge against your entrance before a lowly aching pain overwhelmed you.

Propping yourself up against the table, you exhaled but soon bucked your hips toward his length and slowly sliding his length without holding back.

“There you go. Take your time, muñeca…”

You stopped yourself, not even letting his length halfway in. “Is it in?” You breathed.

A laugh escapes the mechanic, playfully patting your rear. “More or less.” He breathes, feeling your walls flutter at his length. “You’re not going to fit…” You whined, feeling him push his length inside you and his girth stretch you, painful but pleasurable.

“I’ll make it fit…” He shushed you, patting his hand on your hip. He slides into you, groaning in relief, seeing his length disappear into you.

Your mouth is agape, feeling you buck your hips back, wanting more. “C’mon—” Miguel’s words fade as a knock on the garage door greets the two of you, with Miguel being nearly balls-deep in your cooch.

“Keep silent, muñeca.” He whispers, slowly thrusting into you before the tempo increases. The knock came back, but Miguel ignored it, making your pleasure a priority. You let out a quiet whine, only for Miguel to reach over to cover your mouth immediately. “Keep it quiet, do you understand?” You nod eagerly, moving your hips along with his thrusts. Eventually, the person leaves, allowing the two of you a sense of comfort.

Beads of sweat landed on your bare back as your breathing became more labored, and you felt the same sensation on your lower stomach returned to you. “Fuck, you're tight…” He lets out a breathy whisper, nearly fucking you onto his work table. The force of his hips against you is nearly enough to knock over some of his tools, letting them shake and knock over onto the wooden desk.

“Tómalo… ay carajo…” He groans as you bounce back, creating a loud, wet sound throughout the shop. Looking down, Miguel could see at the base of his cock, forming a white ring, a combination of his cum and your clear discharge. “C’mon, come. You can do it, cariño.” His sweet praises are brushed aside as your moans evolve into screams of pleasure.

“C’mon, make me proud.”

The girth and the way his length rubs against your clit soon because too much for you, allowing you to finish. A sudden splash zone onto Miguel was the thing he least expected, feeling your juices coax his length and creating a puddle underneath the two of you. “Good girl…” He breathes before he continues to thrust into you, wanting to chase his release.

“I’m almost done. Give me a second…” The motions became more harsh and rapid, earning a scream of pleasure and your eyes to roll to the back of your head. Another release from you soaked the two of you, mostly on Miguel’s upper thigh, and lower stomach a bit. “She still got it.” He chuckles before he bucked his hips against yours harshly. “Want me to fuck a baby into you?” He croons, moving harsher and faster.

You nod, too cock-drunk to give him words. “Use your words.” He gave you a harsh spank on your rear, causing you to open your mouth. “Fuck yes! Oh God, fuck yes!” You scream out, soon kegeling his cock. “Fuck! You got me fucked up…” Miguel groans into your ear, keeping the same place. The sensation of his load crashing into your orgasm creates a mess between the two of you.

After a moment, the sensation of him pulling out made you whine, and you soon felt his load slowly seep out of your flutter hole. You whimper and soon get greeted by a gentle kiss from him. His fingers gently gather his seeping cum and shove it back into you. “Keep it all in. I don't want to leave a mess.”

Ironic to say that now.

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monarchberrysblog

1 year ago

NOTHING BUT TROUBLE

credit to: @mar_mar0u on Instagram/ @/marmar0u on X and Tumblr!

✭ 🔞 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐂𝐚𝐭! 𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐎’𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ✭

✭ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: cat and mouse chase? more like a cat and spider chase…

✭ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: reader and miguel have an established relationship, suggestive comments? miguel being a complete flirt, the reader being fed-up, make-out session? flirty interactions, soft smut, miguel is uncircumcised, soft dom miguel, reader is a little assertive in bed, dick-grabbing (?), and this is hella cheesy (idc I had fun)

✭ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: >1k words

✭ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: my doing 😛 (my indecisive ass CANNOT) this took forever to work on as my ass got too indecisive on how to write it and how to execute it

to my cat owners, tell your cat I said: psst, psst. 🐈‍⬛🩵 (specifically to the cat that lives on my campus)

𝒀𝑶𝑼’𝑹𝑬 𝑳𝑰𝑲𝑬 𝑨 𝑫𝑬𝑽𝑰𝑳 𝑰𝑵 𝑫𝑰𝑺𝑮𝑼𝑰𝑺𝑬

º・🤍 º.▫︎º・

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𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐂𝐚𝐭! 𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 who loves to mess with you whenever he has the chance. He would do ridiculous burglaries to get your attention. He is like a cat running to chase a laser point to catch it but fails every time. But when you see him, he always gets away… He would break into a pet store to free the cats, to get your attention.

𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐂𝐚𝐭! 𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 would find ways to flirt with you, no matter how innocent it sounds or how sexual it is. And do you like it? A little too much. The pickup lines got cleverer every time you ran into him.

“You're the only woman who turns my world upset down.” He sneers, hanging upside down on a lamppost with your webbing around his ankle.

“Uh-huh…” You huffed out, not paying attention to him.

“You got my blood rushing, and I'm not talking about my head. It's going to my dick—”

“Okay, enough.”

𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐂𝐚𝐭! 𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 is like a stray cat whenever he comes into your apartment. This man would crawl into your apartment and start with his late night “𝑹𝑬𝑵𝑫𝑬𝒁𝑽𝑶𝑼𝑺” with you.

𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐂𝐚𝐭! 𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 who makes biscuits on your blankets and pillows half-asleep, somehow ripping your blankets. Because of this, he would buy you new blankets every other week, going into different stores to not see the same workers every other week.

He becomes domesticated—

When you're not home, he washes your new blankets with your favorite laundry detergent and always leaves a rose on your bed, no matter what. The thorns are always snipped off. He doesn't want you to cut your pretty fingers :(

(As a bonus, he trims the thorns with his claws.)

𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐂𝐚𝐭! 𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 make sure that you get home safely. Every night, between 9:30 and 10:15, he stands on the roof of a building across from your apartment, waiting to see your window light up with that familiar warm light.

A sigh of relief escapes his lungs when he sees you enter your apartment after returning from your high-demanding job as a photographer (and New York’s superhero).

Seeing you drop your bags and remove your sweater was a good indicator for him that you were ready to settle for the night. Especially when it's a weekday.

𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐂𝐚𝐭! 𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 who loves long nights with nothing but intimacy, especially after you had a long night. The sensation of being free from his suit while being bare in bed with you brings serotonin to him, enjoying the soft touches and caresses. The touches slowly evolve into gropes, to the point where he is on top of you, planting soft kisses on your cheeks and temple.

He loves holding you close while slowly stroking his length against your puffy clit, enjoying the hood of skin stroking the vein on his length. The slow rub is enough to pent you up, enough for you to grab his length gently and pull him closer to your entrance. Seeing you tug at it, he chuckles, guiding him closer to your gummy walls.

"Seems like you know what you're doing, sweetheart. Go on, it's yours."

Between the gentle pinch of your thumb and pointer, you gently pinch at his foreskin, pulling it down to see the familiar mauve tip you love to see when he's pent up. You again pull at his length with such vigor, finally inviting the bulbous tip into your soft, warm, gummy walls. "No foreplay?" He quips before he feeds your needy pussy more of his length, slowly and gently. Your fingernails rake down his back like a rake gathering leaves in a yard. When he bottoms out, a breathy moan escapes from deep in his chest cavity, a groan that pleads to be let out from such pent-up stress and frustration.

"Home sweet home," He sighs, grinding his aching tip against your g-spot. You rolled your eyes at the unnecessary commentary, wanting this man to shut up. But the unexpected thrust sent you into heaven and back to earth, grasping onto your bedsheets as if it would anchor you down from the heavenly sensation while a guttural moan escapes.

"Good, good. You're doing so good." He croons while slowly pulling out and thrusting his length back in, grasping onto the fat of your hips, allowing his claws to sink into your soft skin while keeping up the same smooth pace. The sight of your soft breasts rippling against his thrusts awakened something in him, allowing him to eagerly take your nipple in between his teeth, allowing his canines to graze against the sensitive bud every other second.

But he always lets you finish first, no matter how long it takes for you to finish. It could be an hour, and he's not going to stop until he wants you to squirt on his cock, soaking both of y'all and the fitted bedsheets. But it can sometimes get the man pussy whipped, literally.

Groans slowly turn into mewls and resort to sloppy, makeout sessions with you, wanting to block the sounds he was producing. In between kisses, he whispers in between the kisses and breaths soft praises while he gently strokes his cock, yearning to be indulged in your warmth. The usual stoic expression wipes away like a spill off a kitchen counter, changing into a lolled expression, seeing your chest rise and fall rapidly. But the moments while you finish, he accompanies you, holding you close to his chest, muffled groans against his skin.

"Good job, sweetheart. We did it."

𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐂𝐚𝐭! 𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 who loves to cuddle with you after. This man loves sleeping on your bed while you play with his hair. He groans from the back of his throat, mimicking the sound of a cat purring. The vibrations return to you, creating a funny feel against your skin.

He denies and denies that he purrs, but the vibrations from his groans don't help his case.

He yaps in his sleep, too. He mumbles, barely coherent nonsense.

But you don't mind it as he sleeps like a dog (cat) on the floor.

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monarchberrysblog

1 year ago

hello there! 21, but going on anon. could i request a pregnant reader who is feeling incredibly insecure about her body. after an instance where a woman openly flirts and asks miguel out in front of her, she breaks down crying. miguel reassures her and they start having the craziest, wildest, hottest sex imaginable

GROWING PAINS

✭ 🔞 Miguel O’Hara x Fem! Reader ✭

✭ summary: pregnancy is a challenge, not for the morning sickness or having the urge to pee every other step but for the outside challenges that create tension.

✭ content warning: mentions of morning sickness (if you have emetophobia, skip the first five paragraphs), degenerate home-wrecker, comfort, pregnancy sex, and p-in-v penetration.

✭ word count: +2.1k words

✭ (a/n): let me get a crack at it 😋 I had fun working on this 💜🪻 (if there are errors I missed, please let me know!)

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The nausea of the day came in like waves during a full moon at the beach. The smell of toilet water and bleach greeted your nose while kneeling in front of the toilet before you. Dry heaving became a regular habit as the smell of toilet water didn’t contribute to the nauseating sensation.

“Are we okay, cariño?” His voice sent chills down your spine as you rested your head on the toilet seat. “No…” You whined, sounding like a child who had their toy taken away. “C’mon, don't rest your head right there…” Miguel cooes to you.

A low groan escapes your throat as you wait in anticipation to throw up, already wanting the feeling to pass by. “Do you want some tea? It'll help with the morning sickness.” He suggests to you before kneeling next to you and rubbing your lower back slowly.

“Yeah…” You groaned out before your body lurched another heave out of you.

“It’s okay…” He whispers quietly and holds your hair back. “Let it out if you need to.” He blows air to your face, cooling you down from the warm sensation you feel all over your body. But the salvation in your mouth still lingered.

“Thanks…”

/

“Miguel!” You called out to him from the bathroom, looking down at your swelling belly. “Yes, cariño?” He steps into view, returning from his morning workout. A soft kiss on the forehead gives you small butterflies in your stomach before you remember why you called him in.

“Can you please get more coconut butter at the store? I need some more for the stretch marks.” You raised (his) your hoodie to reveal the glistening stretch marks and slightly swelling belly.

“Hmm, did we run out already?” He makes his way over before he ruffles your hair and looks through the medicine cabinet. “Could have sworn we had some.” He mumbles before his palm rests on your belly, allowing his thumb to caress the marks.

“No, we ran out.” You add, getting on your tiptoes to peek at the medicine cabinet for the umpteenth time.

He nods after his eyes mindlessly scan the pill bottles, toiletries, and some of your make-up items. He clicks his tongue and moves his palm away from your belly. “Yeah, I'll get you some more, cariño. Let me jump in the shower first and then go to the store. I don't need to smell like sweat.”

The comment made you pout. The post-workout smell always lured you in, like catnip. You could cling near him and bask in his smell if you wanted to.

“Do you want to join me?” You nod eagerly, taking off the hoodie and tossing it at him.

/

“Do you want to go to the bathroom, sweetheart?” This is the same umpteenth question he asked you while you walked around your local mall down. “No, I'm fine.” He lightly squeezes your hand and gives you the look. The “you better go” look, as Miguel always fell victim to making frequent stops in gas stations or stores to satisfy your bladder whenever the two of you drove around.

“Just go, baby…” Miguel sighs, patting your lower back before he playfully spanks your rear.

You huff before you shuffle into the public restroom while resting your hand on your swelling tummy.

The sight was always amusing for Miguel; it was adorable—the sundress, the comfy sandals, and your hair neatly done. But the adorable sight was interrupted almost immediately. Two hands grasp his arm with such a grip that it can make anyone’s muscle ache from under the skin, even enough to bruise the muscle. Miguel shrugs it off and looks over to the source. “Aren’t you handsome?” The voice coaxed him before her hands squeezed his bicep. He shrugs his arm away and looks over to the bathrooms instead.

“I’m married.” Miguel’s statement lingered in the air before she looked at his arm and took in the sight of him like he was a tall glass of water.

“So am I.” She giggles before she looks up at Miguel with doe eyes. The discomfort arose in his stomach as if he had had a terrible dinner waiting to be released.

“Where’s your husband then?” He questions, hearing the fear in his voice. He shrugs her hand away from his arm again and waits at the bathroom in anticipation for his little wife, you, to return. But the yapping woman continued to speak, not getting any social signals that Miguel wasn't interested.

“He’s at—” Her words cut off before her features go ghost white, enough to mistake her for a blank piece of printer paper waiting to be scribbled on with a permanent marker.

“Miguel.”

A smile of relief paints his features as he walks over to you and gently takes your hand. Your attention is on the woman, seeing her twirl her hair with her fingers. She only giggles and immediately stops when she sees your swelling belly underneath your sundress. “Oh honey, I bet you can't satisfy your husband while you look like you're about to pass out.” She continues to yap, not caring about the looks of disgust from other women around the area. “Cariño, let’s go.” Miguel urges, not comfortable with the woman now harassing you and, arguably, your unborn child.

“Married men are allowed to cheat on their pregnant wives…”

You open your mouth, only to get tugged away from her by your husband, who does not want you to make a scene in such a public environment.

“Not interested. I love my wife dearly.” He steps in, lightly tugging you away from the uncomfortable space.

But hearing the words wasn't enough. For the past few weeks, you've been down on the stoops. Despite being your second trimester, the morning sickness faded away but lingered like a bug—the stretch marks on your belly, the constant bathroom stops, and the aching feet.

The weight of a burden rested on your shoulders like you were carrying pails of water up a mountain with your heart. It pulled you down into the earth’s core.

“C’mon, baby…” He pleads once again, gently tugging you away from the degenerate woman.

/

The car ride back home from the mall felt like the most uncomfortable situation for Miguel. Sure, it wasn't his fault, but it damn well felt like it was when this woman threw herself at him, having no good intentions.

Despite him pushing her away with his words, she relented nonstop, picking and picking at Miguel like a vet ticking fleas away from a stray cat.

He glanced at you, but you turned away from him while sitting on the passenger side, looking only at the window. He occasionally squeezed your thigh while trying to engage in a conversation. But it always ended immediately with your simple one-word answers.

/

Your portions were smaller during dinner. A small scoopful of your dinner was ‘enough’ for you.

“Cariño,” His voice breaks the silence on the dining room table while you move a small broccoli around with your fork. “Is that all you’re going to eat?”

“Yeah, I’m okay with this.”

He frowns at the meek portions. This was your favorite dinner throughout your pregnancy. Now? You eat as if it were the thing you despised the most.

“Cariño, can we talk about what happened?”

“No, no, we don't.” You intervene, stopping his words.

He furrows his brows, and the subtle pout on his lips says that he isn't going to let this go. “…yes, we do.” He steps in, gently taking your hand in his.

“Cariño, honey.” His eyes soften, allowing his thumb to massage your knuckles in small circles.

“I am sorry—”

You shake your head, looking up from your plate. “No, don't apologize. It’s not even your fault.” You put his words to an end before you slide your hand away from his. “I feel…”

You sit back in your seat and put your hands up in defeat, feeling tears form. “I don't know.”

Nothing came to mind. Your brain was murky like muddy water on the side of the road. “I feel bloated and unappealing and pent up.” You expressed many words, but none nailed the coffin of feelings that were forming in your heart. His palm finds its way to your cheek and lovingly cups it while wiping away your tears.

“Hey,” His mellow tone greets you but doesn't fully envelope you. “Please, cariño. Take a moment to breath.”

“I don't know,” You sniffle a bit before looking at your swelling belly. “I don't like being unappealing.” The words finally found on your lips, spilling out like word vomit.

“No, baby. Look at you. You are beautiful.” He places his hand on your belly, slowly moving the sundress around with his touch. “You are carrying our baby, our beautiful baby. You've been nothing but glowing. You are glowing to the point where you light up a room. You make rooms look good. A room where our family will grow, all thanks to you.”

You laughed through your tears, hearing his ramble. But the simile managed to put the tears to an end. “You make spaces look good, feel good.” He slowly helps you from your seat, easing you to your feet. He stands behind you, bringing you close to his chest. His hands slowly move, soon placing them on the bottom of your swelling belly, lifting the belly upwards, easing your lower back.

You stagger back in relief, resting back on him. “There we go.” He whispers, seeing your brows relax and your eyes close blissfully. “But I think that woman is right. You look exhausted.”

You hum to his statement, caving in to his warmth and touch. “Yeah,” You exhale. “I am exhausted.”

“Do you want me to take care of you?”

“…please.”

/

"Let me know if it's too much, cariño." He whispers, slowly laying you down on your shared bed. Your back decompressed against the mattress, earning a sigh of relief from you. "It's never too much." Your reassuring smile puts him at ease in his lower stomach. "Just let me know, please." He still pleads, taking off his sweatshirt and disregarding it to some odd corner of the room. "Let's lift this..." His hands work their way to the hem of the dress, lifting the skirt up.

"Lay on your side for me, nena." He demands, slowly helping you lay down and surrounding your belly with toss pillows.

The sound of his zipper filled the space, causing you to look over your shoulder and see Miguel immediately taking off his pants and boxers. His hands pull at your underwear, revealing your core, waiting for him and him only. The sound of the bed settling down increased the anticipation, feeling him bring you close to his chest before his hand fondles your breast ever so gently. "Take a deep breath-"

"Just put it in, Miguel."

Your demands come true as you feel the same familiar stretch at your core, earning a low moan from the both of you. "There we go." He groans, grinding his bulbous tip against your cervix.

"Harder, Miguel." You plead to him, feeling the soft grinding and his length rubbing against your puffy clit. "I don't want to hurt you or the baby." He whispers, keeping the soft motions.

"You won't hurt me or the baby. I promise.” You sigh and only push your rear to his hip. “I can handle it.”

That sentence is enough for Miguel to cave in and come to his desires. “Oh my god…” You sigh, pushing down onto his length. The slow strokes savored your gummy walls as if you were the main dish at a fine cuisine. “Look at you, so pretty.”

The slow strokes slowly became harsh and rapid. Gushing and slapping filled the space as you felt your nails claw at the bedsheets. “You like that, huh?” He breaths out before he lets go of your breasts and holds onto your hip instead. The single twitch on his cock sends you into a chokehold, leaving you clawing for more.

“Yes, keep doing that.”

A small smirk forms on Miguel’s lips before he keeps the same tempo before he slows down. “Oh, this?” He picks up the pace, similar to before, but with heavy thrusts.

“Yes, that,” You breathe, crashing your hips against his.

“Only for you, cariño.”

The rapid thrusts are enough to sway the bed from side to side, allowing the bed to creak with every motion. Soft pants from your lips escaped before you took Miguel’s hand. “Are you doing well, cariño?” You drunkenly nod before raising your leg and feeling his hand grasp onto your knee, allowing easier access and movement.

“I’m close, Migs.” You buried your face onto a decorative pillow, muffling the moan that slowly evolved into a soft cry of pleasure.

“Together, cariño. Together.” He groans, keeping the same delicious friction. The sensation of his length against your puffy clit creates mouth-watering friction, enough for you to move in sync with his motions.

“It's so good…!” You babble over and over again, tears of ecstasy rolling down your cheeks. “We’re there, almost there.” He groans out before the two of you collapse onto each other. “Oh my god…” You whined out as Miguel’s rapid breath fans your skin. “You okay, mamás?” He gives you a forehead kiss before he slowly pulls out and only nuzzles close to your neck.

“I feel better than ever.”

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