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𝐒𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥.

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: R18, smutt, afab!reader, fingering, edging, blowjob, slapping, cum licking, dark!miguel, free use, throat fuck, explicit language, heavy smut, not proofread, long story ahead, grammatical errors, oneshot

✒ 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐀/𝐍: Hello, I hope you enjoy this piece. I'm sorry for the grammatical errors ahead, English is not my first language but I do try to fix it.

𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐃𝐍𝐈!!!

As the sun dipped toward the horizon, you thoroughly did the household chores, with the music enveloping the house in its energetic rhythm, immersing you in the task at hand. Amidst the beat, the door opened and Miguel stepped inside completely drained. He released a heavy sigh, dropping his belongings onto the couch before walking toward the kitchen. You were too busy to hear the door let alone notice his presence behind you. Miguel observed you with a faint smirk, swaying your hips to the music. Stealthily, he made his way towards you, a quiet yet mischievous presence.

You turned around, startled by his sudden appearance. Your heart raced as he stood there, watching you sway to the music. His smirk sent shivers down your spine - a mixture of fear and anticipation. “Did you need something?” you asked, trying to maintain your composure. But inside, you knew that tonight would be different. The tension between you had been building for weeks, and now it seemed like fate had brought you together under these intimate circumstances.

Miguel took a step closer, his eyes never leaving yours. “I was thirsty for water but I think I need something else besides that now,” he said softly, his voice rough with desire. “Something to help me forget about my day.” Before you could react, he was upon you, his hands running up your arms as he pulled you close. Your bodies pressed against each other, igniting a fire that neither of you could contain any more.

He bent you over the countertop, your cheek hitting the cold tiled surface. You tried to squirm away, but his grip on your arms was too strong. His eyes burned into yours as he ripped the thin material covering your legs, exposing your wetness to him.

“Miguel,” you whispered, hoping that he would relent and let you go. But he only stared at the sight of having you like this - trapped, submissive, and helpless. He rubbed himself onto you, the heat of his erection pressing against your still-clothed pussy, he smirked. “You're already this wet? I haven't even done anything yet, cariño.”

Your heart raced as he continued to tease you, his smirk never leaving his face. Suddenly, a hard slap fell on your ass cheeks - the first of many more to come. “Stop it!” you cried out in pain and humiliation. But he only laughed, seemingly enjoying this power trip too much to stop now.

Slap after slap, each one harder than the last, leaving behind a stinging sensation that refused to go away. You tried squirming and twisting to escape his grasp, but it was futile against his strength.

By the time he finally stopped, your ass felt like it was on fire. Tears streamed down your face as you waited for what would happen next. You froze as you felt his hot breath on the side of your face. His lips grazed the soft skin of your ear, sending shivers down your spine. “Does it hurt? Tell me, amor. Does it hurt?”

Before you could respond, another hard slap landed on your burning ass cheeks. “Yes! Yes! It hurts!” you sobbed, tears streaming down your face. “It hurts!” He grinned, a wicked glint in his eyes. “I don't believe you,” he growled, his voice dark and threatening. You felt a jolt of fear go through you as his fingers dipped inside your folds, soaked with your arousal. “See… If it hurts, I don't think you'd be dripping like this. Completely soaked like a fucking whore.” As he spoke, he pushed his fingers deep into you, finding your entrance and thrusting into you slowly.

Your lips trembled, unable to hide the conflicting emotions that raged within you. A delicate shiver danced across your mouth, an intricate blend of the delightful tingling of pleasure and the subtle twinge of pain. You closed your eyes, trying to block out everything except for the sensations he was giving you. His fingers were moving inside you, finding your sensitive spots and teasing them mercilessly. Every time you thought you couldn't take anymore, he would find a way to push your boundaries just a little further.

As you moaned his name, your body arched towards him unconsciously, begging for more. You had never felt so alive, so vulnerable, so exposed. And yet, there was something about this feeling that made you crave it even more. The pace of his fingers quickened, pushing you closer to your impending orgasm. “Miguel,” you cried out, your walls clenching around his fingers as they pushed deeper inside you.

Your legs began to shake uncontrollably, and for a moment, you let yourself bask in this feeling of pleasure. But just as you were about to climax, he pulled his fingers out - leaving your cunt clamping down on nothing but air. You gasped, the sudden loss of stimulation making you feel even more exposed and vulnerable than before. Tears stung your eyes as you tried to comprehend what had just happened.

He pulled your body up and turned you around to face him. A satisfied smirk was on his lips as he wiped away your tears. “So beautiful,” he murmured, his breath hot against your skin.

“Miguel please...” you whimpered, unable to look at him. But he silenced you with a kiss on your temple. “Shh. On your knees querida,” he growled. “No he terminado aún.” With shaking hands, you obeyed his command. Kneeling before him, you could feel the heat of his gaze burning into you. His hardened cock poked out from his pants, demanding attention.

He freed his cock from his pants, already hard and leaking pre-cum at the tip. “Open your mouth,” he commanded, his voice low and threatening. You hesitated for a moment before obeying. Slowly, you opened your mouth, feeling the anticipation build up inside of you. Without warning, he pushed his cock into your mouth, filling it to the brim with his size. You gagged around him, trying not to choke on him as he began to thrust in and out of your throat. His hands tangled in your hair, holding you in place as he took what he wanted from you.

Every time he pulled out, he'd smear the pre-cum across your lips, teasing you with the taste of your own desire. And every time he pushed back in, it felt like he was invading your very soul.

This wasn't enough.

He wanted more.

He needed more.

With rough hands, he gripped your head and forced your mouth open wider. Then, without warning, he pushed the full length of his thick cock inside your mouth. His cock head pushed against the back of your throat, causing you to gag and choke on him as he filled you up completely. From outside, his cock's bulge was visible even as it disappeared into your throat. His eyes were wild, his breathing labored as he pushed further and further into you, taking what he wanted without any care or consideration for your limits.

“Fuck, that's it. That's— fucking— it”

You could feel his heat inside you, searing you from the inside out. It felt like he was branding you with his desire, leaving a mark that you would never forget. Tears cascade down your cheeks as you feel the air escape your lungs. Suffocation was just around the corner, and your vision began to blur.

He pulled his cock out of your mouth for a split second before pushing it back in again, harder this time. With each thrust of his hips, he was completely fucking your mouth, taking everything you had to give and more.

His hands gripped tightly onto your head, holding you in place as he took control of the situation. You were nothing but a vessel for his pleasure, and he intended to use you until there was nothing left inside of you. “I'm close Y/N,” he growled, his voice rough with desire. “So fucking close querida—fuck!

His thrusts became more messy and relentless, his breathing heavy, beads of sweat on his beautiful brown skin. He fucked your mouth harder, pleasure coursing through his whole body as finally reached euphoria. With a loud groan, he exploded inside you, his hot cum filling your mouth to the brim. You swallowed it all down eagerly, savoring the taste of him on your tongue.

He pulled out of your mouth, his cock still hard and leaking. He looked down at you with a mix of desire and satisfaction. With a slow, deliberate motion, he stroked his cock, shooting his remaining cum onto your face until it was dripping with his seed. You closed your eyes, letting out a soft moan as the sensation of his cum washed over you.

“So fucking beautiful.”

𝐀/𝐍: I do not own any of the pictures and are solely from Pinterest.

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𝐀 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡.

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: R18, smutt, afab!reader, established relationship, unprotected p in v, office sex, explicit language, long story ahead, not proofread, grammatical errors, oneshot

✒ 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐀/𝐍: Hello, I hope you enjoy this piece. I'm sorry for the grammatical errors ahead, English is not my first language but I do try to fix it.

𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐃𝐍𝐈!!!

The office was bustling with activity as usual, but today, there seemed to be an extra layer of tension in the air. Miguel had been working on a particularly difficult project for weeks now, and it looked like things were finally coming to a head. His client had set an unrealistic deadline, and Miguel was starting to feel the pressure.

He sat hunched over his desk, eyes fixed on the computer screen as he typed furiously. The coffee cup beside him was empty, forgotten. His stomach growled audibly, reminding him that he hadn't eaten since breakfast. He tried to push the hunger pangs aside and focus on the task at hand. As the hours ticked by, Miguel felt his stress levels rising. His mind was racing, trying to find a solution to the problem that seemed insurmountable.

Sweat began to bead on his forehead despite the cold air conditioning in the room. He rubbed his eyes, trying to clear his head, but it only made the world around him blurrier. Finally, when it felt like time had stopped moving altogether, Miguel's phone vibrated on his desk. He glanced at the screen, half-expecting it to be another email from his client, but instead, it was a text from you.

“Hey, just checking in on you,” you wrote. “It's been a while since I've heard from you. Are you okay?” He took a deep breath and forced himself to sit up straight. His shoulders were tight with tension, and he realized how much stress he had been holding onto. He typed out a quick reply.

“I'm fine, just swamped with work. I promise I'll make it up to you tonight.” As he hit send, he felt a tiny bit of the weight lift off his chest. Maybe you could help him unwind after all this was over. Or maybe they could take a break together tomorrow—something to look forward to amidst all the chaos. For now, though, Miguel turned back to his computer screen and redoubled his efforts to meet that impossible deadline.

A knock brought him out of focus and he dragged his eyes away from his laptop screen and towards the office door. He blinked a few times, trying to clear his vision, and looked up at the clock. 7 PM. “Hey baby,” you gleamed and entered his office.

“Hey,” he replied, his voice sounding rougher than he expected. He stood up and stretched, trying to work out the kinks in his back. “I didn't realize it was so late.”

You closed the door behind you and walked over to him, wrapping your arms around his waist. You rested your head on his chest, and Miguel felt a small smile tug at the corners of his mouth. “How's your day so far?” you asked softly. Miguel looked down at you, feeling a pang of guilt for neglecting you all day. “Tiring, I might have to stay late again for tonight,” he sighed. “What brings you here?”

“Well, I was thinking of giving you a hand… seems like you need it.” You said, kissing his jawline. His body tensed in contact. A shaky breath escaped his mouth when he felt your lips travel down his neck. “Mmm,” He murmured softly, closing his eyes as you continued to trail gentle kisses along his jawline and up toward his earlobe.

“You know, I can't tell if you're trying to distract me or help me focus right now,” he chuckled, leaning back against the desk with a sigh. You smiled up at him, your hands resting on his chest. “Maybe both?” Miguel shook his head, smiling. “I don't know how you do it,” he said, running a finger through your hair. “But I appreciate it.” He pulled you closer, your bodies pressing together in an intimate embrace. “Now let's go get some food so we can actually talk about something other than work for once.”

He grabbed your hand and led you towards the door. As soon as you were outside, he pulled you into a tight embrace. “I missed you today,” he whispered against your ear. Miguel wrapped his arms around you, feeling the tension from earlier start to melt away. “I missed you too,” you replied, nuzzling his neck. “But you're always so busy.”

“I know,” he sighed, pulling back to look at you. “But I promise we'll make up for it tomorrow.” He leaned down and kissed you softly on the lips, his hands running soothingly up and down your back. You could feel the heat between them building once again as he pressed his body against yours.

“Come on,” he murmured after a moment, breaking the kiss reluctantly. “Maybe we can find somewhere more comfortable to continue this conversation.” He winked at you playfully, tugging gently on your hand as they walked towards the parking lot together.

You found a small, cozy restaurant tucked away in the corner of their neighborhood. The atmosphere was dimly lit, with soft music playing in the background, creating an intimate ambiance that felt miles away from the hustle and bustle of their office building.

Miguel ordered some wine to share and spent the next hour or so just talking about anything but work—your favorite movies, your dream vacation spots, and even some silly childhood memories. As you both sipped on your drinks and savored each bite of food, you couldn't help but feel grateful for this moment with him.

When you finally finished eating, Miguel took out his phone to check the time again (a habit he couldn't seem to shake), only to find that it was much later than he thought. “Wow,” he said, looking up at you with a sheepish grin. “I guess we really got caught up.”

“Don't worry about it,” you replied with a smile. “We both needed this.” He reached across the table and took your hand in his. “Come on,” he continued. “Let's head back.” You left the restaurant hand in hand, feeling more relaxed and connected than you had all day.

As you walked down the street together, Miguel's arm brushed against your shoulder every now and then, sending shivers of pleasure up your spine. When you finally reached his office, he took your hand and led you inside. The room was dimly lit as well, casting long shadows across the floor as you made your way to his desk. He loosened his tie before turning around to face you.

“So,” he began softly, running a finger along your jawline. “What was it you said earlier, hmm? Giving me a hand?” You bit your lower lip nervously as he stepped closer, bringing his body flush against yours. His breath was warm against your ear as he whispered, “How about we make use of that right now?”

Miguel lifted you onto his desk, he couldn't help but feel a surge of desire course through him. Your legs were spread wide, offering yourself to him in an unmistakable invitation. With trembling hands, he reached down and cupped your soft mound, feeling the heat radiating off it as he began to massage gently.

“Miguel,” you whispered hoarsely, arching your back as his touch sent waves of pleasure coursing through you. He teased at the sensitive folds between your legs before pressing slowly inside. You cried out softly at the sensation, hips jerking involuntarily. His other hand found its way to one of your breasts, squeezing and pinching the nipple as he took control of your body with both hands.

You whimpered, leaning into his touch. “Oh God, Miguel...I need you.” He looked into your eyes, his own filled with desire. “Estoy aquí, mi vida. Voy a cuidar de ti bien.” He murmured before leaning in to capture your lips in a searing kiss.

Miguel positioned himself between your legs, his cock at the entrance of your wet and eager pussy. He rubbed the head against your sensitive folds, teasing you with the promise of pleasure to come. “You're so beautiful,” he murmured, leaning down to kiss you softly on the lips. His fingers traced gentle circles around your entrance, spreading your folds wider apart as he prepared to enter you.

With a deep breath, he pushed forward, slowly inserting his thick cock into your tight heat. You gasped as he filled you up, feeling every inch of him stretching you out. His hands moved to your hips, holding you still as he began to thrust in and out. The sensation was exquisite—the fullness, the depth, the feeling of being completely claimed by him. Your nails dug into his shoulders, and you arched your back, pressing your breast against his chest. Your hips undulated in time with his rhythm, begging for more.

His tongue danced with yours, exploring every inch of your mouth as he began to thrust harder inside you. You moaned loudly against his lips, needing more of him. With one last glance at you, Miguel allowed himself to give in to the passion that had been building between them. As his pace quickened, his free hand slid down your body until it found its way to your clit. He started rubbing it in circles, adding another layer of pleasure to an already intense experience.

You continued to moan his name, and his own pleasure intensified. His hips bucked against yours in time with the thrusts of his cock as he reached for your clit again. He rubbed it harder, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. The desk beneath you creaked under the force of your movements. You could feel the heat between your legs building up, ready to explode at any moment.

“That's it,” Miguel whispered hoarsely against your lips. “Let go for me.” With one final thrust, he plunged deep inside you, filling you completely. And then you both did—you screamed out his name as your orgasm crashed over you in a wave of blissful release.

His hot seed filled you up, and together you panted and shook from the intensity of their shared experience. As your heart rate slowed and the world around you started to fade back into focus, Miguel leaned in for another kiss, this one tender and full of love.

𝐀/𝐍: I do not own any of the pictures and are solely from Pinterest.

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𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: R18, heavy angst, toxic relationship, not proofread, grammatical errors,

✒ 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐀/𝐍: Hello, I hope you enjoy this. I'm sorry for the grammatical errors ahead, English is not my first language but I do try to fix it.

𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐃𝐍𝐈!!!

You sat on the couch, staring blankly at the wall. Your heart sank as you realized that your husband had forgotten your anniversary again. This wasn't the first time it had happened, but it still hurt just as much as the first time.

You tried to distract yourself with some mindless TV, but nothing seemed to take your mind off of the fact that he didn't even remember something as important as your anniversary. You felt a mixture of anger and sadness welling up inside your chest.

He changed.

Was it me? Did I do something?

Why is this happening?

As the night wore on, you grew more and more restless. The house was too quiet without him there, and the empty space beside you on the couch only served to remind you of how neglected you felt. Finally, unable to take it anymore, you decided to go to bed early in hopes that maybe tomorrow would be better.

Despite your best efforts to fall asleep quickly, however, sleep eluded you for hours. Every time you closed your eyes all you could see was his face, filled with regret and apology. You wondered if he was feeling as alone and unloved as you did right now. You lay there, staring at the clock that rests on the bedside table: 3 AM. Miguel wasn't like this. He wasn't irresponsible and uncaring.

He was the opposite.

He was supposed to be the opposite.

But now, that wasn't the case. Always so distant and distracted. Often, he would use the excuse "busy" to brush off your concerns, saying that he's got more important things to do rather than sit and talk about your feelings. Your thoughts drifted back to the early days of your relationship. Miguel had been nothing but attentive and caring then. He would always remember the important details about you, bring you flowers for no reason at all, and make sure to take time out of his busy schedule just to spend quality time with you.

But somewhere along the way, things changed. The stress of work and life took its toll on him, leaving little room for anything else. You tried to be understanding and you are but it was hard not to feel neglected when he barely seemed to notice your existence anymore. As you lay there in the dark, lost in thought, a small part of you wished that Miguel could see how much his distance hurt you. Maybe if he knew, he would try harder to change. But another part of you feared that nothing you say or do would ever make a difference. Before you knew it, tears began to well up in your eyes as you realized just how alone you truly were.

You heard a car door slam shut outside and immediately sat up in bed. Your heart raced as you wondered if it was him or just your imagination playing tricks on you. After what felt like an eternity, the bedroom door opened, and your eyes widened when you saw Miguel standing there. He looked tired and disheveled, but something about his presence filled you with a mixture of hope and dread.

"Miguel?" You whispered softly, unable to hide the emotion in your voice. He turned around slowly, looking almost surprised to see you. "Y/N," he murmured, walking over to the bed. "I'm sorry for coming home so late, something came up." "It's okay," you replied quietly, not quite sure how to respond to his sudden appearance. You notice that he didn't mention forgetting your anniversary again. Maybe he had remembered after all?

So you waited.

And waited.

You lay there in silence, staring up at the ceiling, waiting for him to say anything. You were waiting for him to even look at you and apologize. To at least spare you even the tiniest amount of his attention. To touch you and give you a kiss goodnight — because you knew in that moment you were ready to forgive him. That you'll let everything pass and move on, just so things could go back to normal but all you did was watch Miguel climb into bed and go to sleep in silence.

Your heart sank at the realization that he truly didn't get it. He thought everything was fine, that he hadn't done anything wrong by forgetting their anniversary again. You lay there in silence for a while longer, trying to come to terms with the fact that things would never change between them. Eventually, you turned over onto your side, facing away from him, unable to bear the weight of his indifference any longer. As you drifted off to sleep, you couldn't help but wonder how much worse things could get before they finally reached rock bottom or if you were already there and just couldn't see it.

𝐀/𝐍: I do not own any of the pictures and are solely from Pinterest.

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𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞.

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: R18, smutt, afab!reader, masturbation, miguel spying on you, use of sex toys, explicit language, heavy smut, not proofread, grammatical errors, oneshot

✒ 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐀/𝐍: Hello, I hope you enjoy this piece. I've been dying to post this but just couldn't find the time. This piece was heavily influenced by my "Out of reach." oneshot. I'm sorry for the grammatical errors ahead, English is not my first language but I do try to fix it.

𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐃𝐍𝐈!!!

You felt the warmth of your bed as you lay down, the soft sheets caressing your skin. It had been a long day at work and all you could think about was being in the comfort of your own home with your husband by your side. But he wasn't there tonight; he had to stay late for an important meeting.

You sighed heavily, feeling lonely and sexually frustrated. You missed his touch, his scent, everything that reminded you of him. With a shiver running down your spine, you reached underneath your nightdress and started rubbing yourself gently between your legs.

Your thoughts drifted back to when you first met. Both of you were attending a conference and your eyes locked across the room. He walked over to your table and introduced himself; the two of you hit it off instantly. After the conference ended, you exchanged numbers and went on your first date. The rest is history - you both fell deeply in love, got married, and built a beautiful life together...until now when circumstances forced the two of you apart more often than not.

As your fingers danced against your clit, memories of your husband flooded back to you. You remembered the way he used to kiss you passionately, the softness of his lips, and how it made your body tingle all over. His strong hands would explore every inch of your skin while you make love; sometimes rougher than others but always with such intensity that left both of you breathless.

You could almost feel him behind you right now, teasing your neck as he whispered dirty things into your ear. He would bite down gently before trailing his tongue along the same path, sending shivers down your spine. His hard cock pressing against your ass cheeks gave away his arousal for what felt like hours even though reality told you otherwise. With a groan, you imagined feeling his thick cock sliding between your wet folds - filling you up completely until there was no room left inside.

But unbeknownst to you, someone was watching. Deep crimson eyes lurking in the dark, witnessing every moan and groan that escaped from your lips as you longed for him. It was him. Of course, it was him. He had seen it all - your need for him physically manifesting itself through your fingers dancing against your own. The knowledge of how much you desired him made his cock twitch inside his pants despite the awkward situation he found himself in.

He was watching you from a hidden camera. Stroking himself as he sat behind his desk, unable to resist the temptation of spying on his wife. His eyes never left the screen as you arched your back and moaned softly in pleasure. Despite being miles apart due to your work commitments, you were connected through this secret act of voyeurism - sharing an intimate moment even when physically separated by distance.

You grew tired of using your hand. It wasn't enough. Your fingers were not enough. They couldn't replace the feeling of being filled up by him, so you reached under your bed in desperation, searching for something to ease this ache inside of you. Your hands brushed against cool metal before finally grasping it; an object wrapped in black satin with an attached note that read: "For when I can't be there."

You knew exactly what it was; a gift from the past when both of you were still exploring each other sexually. With trembling hands, you pulled out the electric dildo and positioned it at your entrance, anticipating how good (or bad) it would feel compared to having his cock buried deep within you. As soon as you turned it on, electric pulses rippled through every nerve ending down below sending shockwaves throughout your body. You closed your eyes tightly, biting down hard on your bottom lip as waves upon waves of pleasure crashed over you like a tsunami.

He smirked at the sight. An inch of jealousy coursed its way through him as he watched your body arching towards an unseen force, moaning and crying out his name. He couldn't help but feel a stab of pain deep within - that should be him; it should be his cock filling you up and making you lose control like this.

But circumstances had forced them apart. It was frustrating for both of you but he knew deep down that it wasn't forever. Soon enough, you would find a way to make things work again and be together physically as well as emotionally. Until then...he could only watch.

You reached your climax with one final cry of passion echoing throughout the empty house, he too came undone at the sight before him; panting heavily while still stroking himself feverishly underneath his desk. A wave of relief washed over the two of you now that you had briefly reunited once more... albeit virtually speaking.

𝐀/𝐍: I do not own any of the pictures and are solely from Pinterest.

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𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞.

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: R18, smutt, afab!reader, female!receiving, male! receiving, unprotected p in v, explicit language, slapping, heavy smut, not proofread, long story head, grammatical errors, oneshot

✒ 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐀/𝐍: Hello, I hope you enjoy this piece. I'm sorry for the grammatical errors ahead, English is not my first language but I do try to fix it.

𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐃𝐍𝐈!!!

The car pulled up to the grand entrance and she couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by its grandeur. Miguel stepped out of the car, looking as handsome as ever in his formal attire. He walked around to open the door for her, who gracefully exited the vehicle. Hand in hand, they both made their way towards the large double doors leading into their new home.

He pushed open one of the doors, revealing an opulent foyer with marble floors and a crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling. He chuckled softly as he took in the glory of their new home. “It's going to be great once we move everything in.”

“This is crazy.”

“Well, you might be right.” He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her close. “Come on, let me show you the rest of this place before it gets too dark outside.”

Miguel led the way upstairs, his long strides making it seem effortless. He unlocked a door and pushed it open, revealing a magnificent master bedroom. “This is where we'll be spending most of our time from now on.” Her mouth gaped in awe at the sight of what was inside. The walls were adorned with silk wallpaper in shades of deep gray and gold, creating an atmosphere of softness and sophistication. A king-sized bed dominated the center of the room, its minimalistic carvings adding to its modern appearance.

“This is our bedroom?” She asked, still unable to grasp how grand the whole room was. He smirked, stepping closer to her. “Want me to show you more?” His voice was low and seductive as he trailed a finger down her arm. “There's plenty more to see here.”

“What are you doing?” She turned around to face him and mimicked his voice. “Just taking my wife on a private tour of our new home.” His eyes drifted down to her lips before meeting hers. “This place may be big, but we can make it feel small if you let me in.”

She stared at him for a good second before bursting into laughter. “That was smooth.” A grin made its way to his lips as he pulled her closer, pressing his body against hers. “I try." He whispered in her ear, grazing his lips slightly on the side of her face. “So? What do you say, mi vida?”

“You mean bless the house?” She quirked an eyebrow at his suggestion, amused. “I was thinking more along the lines of showing you how much I appreciate having such an amazing wife to share this place with,” his hands moved up her sides, gently massaging her curves through her shirt. “But if that's what you want... I can compromise.”

She let out a giggle and claimed his lips. Her hands fell on his shirt, clutching onto it as he deepened the kiss. His tongue danced with hers as he continued to explore her body through her clothes. “You'll love every second of it.” His rough hands traveled down her chest and teased her nipple through her shirt before pulling away to trail kisses down her neck. He reached around to unzip her dress, the fabric falling effortlessly on the floor and left her naked.

His eyes darkened as he took in her naked form, his gaze fixed on her exposed cunt making his cock twitch in response. “Get on the bed. Now.” She laid down on the soft bed and spread her legs wide. She placed her hand on her sex and started playing with herself all while staring into his lust-filled eyes. “Did you miss this, Miggy?” She slid her two fingers across her folds to show him her hole. “Did you miss this pussy?”

His eyes locked onto her fingers as she played with herself, his mouth going dry. “Fucking tease.” He knelt between her legs and pulled her fingers away from her pussy before replacing them with his own. She fisted his hair when he latched his mouth onto her cunt, sucking hard on her wet nub while his fingers went in and out of her hole. “Oh my— fuck!”

His fingers curled inside her, seeking out and finding her g-spot. As he worked his magic on it with one hand, the other continued to pleasure her through her folds. “That's right. Moan for me, Y/N.” He hummed against her sensitive skin, sending shivers down her spine. “So beautiful.” His tongue darted out to tease her clit before diving back into her pussy as he began lapping up her juices greedily.

Her body shivered in pleasure as he lapped his tongue against her slick folds, giving her a taste of heaven. A wave of pleasure washed over her body and she ended up cumming in his mouth without warning. His tongue pushed deep inside her, drinking in every drop of her essence as she came apart under his touch. “So fucking beautiful.” He leaned up to capture her lips in a deep, possessive kiss that left them both breathless and wanting more.

She palmed the hard bulge in his pants while he tongued her down. “I wanna taste you.” His breath hitched at her words, his cock throbbing in anticipation. He pulled away from their kiss and helped her up into a sitting position before standing up himself. With one quick move, he rid himself of the remainder of his clothes, revealing his massive erection.

She couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by the intensity of his musky scent. His thick cock stood tall and proud in front of her, beckoning for her attention. She leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to its tip. Her tongue darted out eagerly as she began licking up every drop of his pre-cum that had pooled at the head of his cock. She took him deep into her mouth, sucking on him like a candy and eliciting a groan from his throat. Her hands reached around to caress his firm ass cheeks, encouraging him to push deeper into her waiting mouth.

With each passing moment, their passion only grew stronger. The once magnificent master bedroom now felt small and claustrophobic compared to the heat between them. As she took more of her husband's length into her mouth, she felt his girth press against the back of her throat. It threatened to choke her, but she powered through and swallowed him whole. His cock disappeared down her throat, hitting the base as she gagged lightly around it.

She looked up at him with hungry eyes that betrayed how much she craved this intimate connection between them. The slightest hint of pain only served to heighten her arousal as she felt every inch of his massive shaft slide past her tonsils and deep into her throat. Her throaty groans of pleasure echoed in the room as she took more and more of him into her mouth. Miguel's knees nearly buckled from the sensation. “Yes... right there baby.” He grabbed onto the wall behind him for support, his hips jerking forward with each deep thrust of her talented mouth.

Miguel's eyes rolled back into his head, losing himself in the sensation of her mouth sucking him dry. His hips bucked wildly as he unloaded everything he had inside of her. “Fuck! Y/N... you're killing me!” He pulled away abruptly, leaving her panting and wanting more. She sticks out her tongue to show him how well she did, his seed covered the entirety of her tongue's surface before swallowing it.

His eyes darkened at the sight of her show of submission, his hand finding its way to her throat. “I fucking love you.” He pulled her close and kissed her roughly tasting himself from her mouth. Y/N's heart raced as she assumed the position on all fours, presenting her wet and ready pussy to Miguel. She couldn't help but shudder when he licked his lips in anticipation, mirroring the same hunger that burned within her.

His first spank was hard enough to make her yelp out in surprise, followed by a gentle caress that only served to heighten the tension between them even further. Before she could catch her breath or gather her wits about her, another powerful slap resounded through the room – this one landing directly on her soaking wet cunt. The mixture of pain and pleasure that coursed through her body left her completely undone; she knew they were both going to break boundaries tonight.

His hand stung from the slap, but he didn't let it show. Instead, he took it as a sign that she was ready for him and positioned himself at her entrance. She braced herself for the inevitable pain that would come with such a large cock stretching out her tight cunt but then he began to push inside of her, and all thoughts flew from her mind as she succumbed completely to their primal urges. His thick shaft slowly disappeared into her depths, filling up every nook and cranny within her aching pussy. “Miguel— Oh my fuck!”

More of him slid home until finally, his hips met resistance against her ass cheeks. His mouth twitched at the sound of her voice breaking, but he didn't stop. He pushed deeper into her warmth with each thrust, grunting as she tightened around him. “Fuck... you feel so good,” he slapped her ass hard, and her eyes watered up at the sting. “So good, mi vida.”

Her screams of pleasure filled every corner of their enormous bedroom. He fisted her hair, bringing her back closer to his chest. Miguel growled into her hair, his cock pulsing inside of her as he came. His grip on her tightened as he buried himself as deep as possible. “Did so well for me, amor.” He pulled out and spilled the last drops onto her ass before collapsing next to her.

He gave a rough chuckle, tracing circles on her back. “Told you I can compromise.” His voice was raspy from their passionate encounter and his fingers continued their gentle caress as he stared up at the ceiling.

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𝐓𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝.

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: R18, smutt, afab!reader, female!receiving, p in v, explicit language, slapping, cum licking, heavy smut, not proofread, grammatical errors, oneshot

✒ 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐀/𝐍: Hello, I hope you enjoy this piece. I'm sorry for the grammatical errors ahead, English is not my first language but I do try to fix it.

𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐃𝐍𝐈!!!

☞ 𝐄/𝐂 ➤ 𝐄𝐲𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫

Miguel was passing time, chilling on their bed and reading something on his phone when his wife came in and slumped her body onto the bed.

“You okay, mami?” He spoke softly, giving her his full attention. She heaved a weary sigh, positioned herself on his lap, and sat on it. She cuddled against him, her arms draped around his neck, and mumbled the words “tired” on his skin.

“Wanna take a nap? I can sleep with you.” He brushed his hand down her back soothingly before she nuzzled her nose in the crook of his neck, forcing herself to feel content just being in each other's presence.

She mumbled something but he wasn't able to hear it. His eyes widened a little bit when she suddenly pulled away from him and stripped off her clothes, leaving only her laced bra that had a very thin fabric. Her nipples, completely showing. “Tired.” She murmured.

Miguel couldn't help but smirk as he felt her soft, warm skin against his hard-on. She was so sexy when she didn't even try. “You sure you're tired?” He let out a dark chuckle and slipped a hand under her bra, teasing one of her nipples gently, watching how it hardened under his touch. “Because this doesn't seem tired to me. It screams needy, amor. So fucking needy.”

The air was thick with lust as she leaned into her husband. His strong arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her close, their bodies pressed together in an intimate embrace. She could feel his arousal pressing against her lower region through the fabric of their clothes - a thrilling sensation that only fueled her desire further.

With outstretched need and desperation clear on her face, she began to grind her hips suggestively against him while sitting comfortably on his lap. Her eyes were half-lidded with passion, her breath coming fast as she panted lightly in anticipation. "Please," she whispered huskily into his ear. "I need you."

Her actions left no room for ambiguity; it was evident that she wanted him badly—and right then. As he stared into those mesmerizing E/C pools which seemed to reflect nothing but pure lust, something snapped inside him. The gears in his mind whirred faster than ever before as if trying to process this overwhelming surge of primal desire but he kept his composure.

“Oh querida,” he slid his hand underneath her panties and started rubbing her clit slowly as he captured her lips in a deep, passionate kiss. He continued teasing her entrance with one finger while tonguing her mouth.

As Miguel's fingers delved deeper into her wet, eager folds, she arched her back in response to the exquisite pleasure that coursed through every nerve ending. Her hips bucked against his touch uncontrollably as he expertly teased and stimulated her sensitive flesh. She could feel herself growing increasingly aroused with each passing moment—the anticipation building towards an intense climax she knew would be worth waiting for.

The irresistible combination of his skilled fingers and passionate kisses left her reeling; it felt like an explosion was imminent deep within her core. With a soft moan escaping from between parted lips, she let her legs loosen around him, drawing them even closer together while pleading silently for more. "Please... don't stop," she whispered hoarsely between gasps for air. "I need more."

He could feel her getting impatient, but he wanted to make sure she was ready for him. He kissed her softly before looking into her eyes. “I'm gonna take my time with you tonight, mami. I want you to enjoy every single moment of this.” He inserted another finger inside of her as he rubbed her clit harder and faster, making her moan louder than ever.

His fingers expertly filled her up and stretched her limits, she couldn't help but cry out in pleasure. The sensation was indescribable—an intense mix of pain and pleasure that sent shivers down her spine. She arched her back further into his touch, offering him all the encouragement he needed to continue his ministrations.

Her breathing became ragged as she approached the brink; she could feel it building inside her like a runaway train barreling toward an unstoppable climax. Her grip on him tightened reflexively as if trying to hold onto this feeling for as long as possible before being consumed by it entirely. With one last pleading look into those depthless pools which seemed to reflect nothing but raw desire back at her, she let go completely...and surrendered herself entirely to the wave of ecstasy that crashed over her in a mind-shattering orgasm.

He couldn't help but smile at her current state. He slid his fingers out of her slowly and lifted her to pull out his hard cock and line it up on her wet entrance. “Here you go, mami.” He pushed inside of her slowly, taking in her loud moans as he did so. Once he was fully seated inside of her, he started moving in and out slowly, giving her time to adjust to his size. “How does that feel?”

Y/N felt an explosion of sensation, unlike anything she had ever experienced before. It was painful—but in the best possible way. She bit down on her lower lip to stifle a cry as he began moving slowly within her; his thick length stretching and filling every inch of her tight hole.

With each thrust that drove him deeper still, waves of pleasure crashed over her in powerful undulating waves. Her body curled reflexively into his touch, begging for more even as she tried (and failed) to control herself. “Harder,” her voice strained, barely audible between breaths. “Fuck me harder.”

His hands gripped her hips tightly, holding her still as he pounded into her. He could feel his balls starting to tighten up already. “God damn you look so fucking sexy like this...” He reached down and started rubbing her clit again while thrusting deeper inside of her with each stroke. “A pretty little whore… with a pussy aching to be fucked.”

“Yes—Oh fuck!” She felt her orgasm growing closer and picked up the pace. She claimed Miguel's lips and pushed her tongue inside his mouth, earning a groan. Miguel felt his cock ache for release and slapped her ass hard, making her yelp, breaking their kiss. “Close—So fucking close…”

He could feel her cumming on top of him, and it only made him harder. He started pounding into her even faster as he felt his orgasm getting closer. “Fuck yeah... cum for me, baby. I want you to explode around my cock.” He slapped her ass again and pinched one of her nipples, making her cry out in pleasure.

Miguel felt her pussy pulsing around his cock as she came, and it drove him over the edge. He growled and slammed into her harder one last time before pulling out. “Fuck... you're so good at that.” He shot his hot cum all over her belly and chest, moaning loudly from how good it felt to finally cum all over her again.

As he caught his breath, Miguel leaned down and kissed each of her nipples gently before licking up some of his own cum off of her skin. “Still tired, mi vida?” His voice was deep and satisfied as he smiled lovingly at her.

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𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: R18, smutt, afab!reader, female!receiving, p in v, explicit language, pussy eating, heavy smut, not proofread, grammatical errors, oneshot

✒ 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐀/𝐍: Hello, I hope you enjoy this piece. I'm sorry for the grammatical errors ahead, English is not my first language but I do try to fix it.

𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐃𝐍𝐈!!!

As soon as Miguel stepped into their bedroom, he was greeted by the sight of Y/N lying in their bed wearing a revealing lingerie set. Her normally modest attire had been replaced with something much more provocative – a lacy black bra and panties that left little to the imagination. The fabric was so sheer that it almost seemed nonexistent in places, and sure enough, when Miguel looked down at her bare legs, he could see right through the material to her glistening cunt.

“What are you doing?” He asked, his voice cracking slightly from surprise and arousal. “This isn't like you.”

She smirked at him, batting her long eyelashes. “I thought maybe we could spice things up tonight.” she purred suggestively.

Miguel felt himself swallow hard as heat rose within him at the odds of what might happen next. His heart raced as he moved towards her, who watched him with a mix of nervous anticipation and quiet confidence. As he reached the edge of the bed, he slowly lowered himself onto her naked body, feeling the warmth and softness of her skin against his own.

His hands found their way to her hips, gently squeezing them before moving upwards to cup her breasts through the delicate lace fabric of her bra. She moaned softly at this sudden touch, arching into it further as she kept her eyes locked on his.

The irresistible tension between them was palpable; Miguel could feel every fiber of his being humming with desire for his wife beneath him. He paused for just a moment - long enough to gather what little control he had left and focus entirely on pleasuring her in return.

With one swift move, he pulled down the straps of her bra, sending it flying off to land somewhere unseen amidst their tangled sheets. “Dios mío,” He whispered reverently, kissing along her jawline and down her neck.

As Miguel's lips brushed against her skin, Y/N couldn't help but let out a small moan of pleasure. She arched into his touch, her body responding to the sensations he was creating with every passing moment.

"Miguel," she breathed out his name as he continued his slow descent towards her breasts which were now freed from their constraints by his masterful hands. He stared into her eyes before leaning down once again and capturing one nipple between his teeth, gently teasing it while circling around its hardened peak with his tongue.

Y/N threw her head back in ecstasy at this newfound intensity; never had anyone made love to her quite like this before. The fire inside her burned brightly as Miguel worked his way lower still – teasing, kissing, licking each inch of exposed flesh along the way until finally reaching his destination: her already wet pussy.

The room was dimly lit, casting shadows across her naked body as she laid before Miguel. Her breasts swayed slightly with each nervous breath she took.

“I want you to sit on my face, querida,” he said softly against her skin. His erection throbbed between them, testament to how much he desired her at that very moment. “Siéntate como una maldita reina.” (trans: Sit on it like a fucking queen.)

She bit her lip, still unsure but also excited by the idea. Slowly, she eased herself down until Miguel's nose rested against her moist folds. The scent of her dripping sex filled his nostrils, making him even harder than before.

His head was filled with stars as he stared up at her, her cunt dangling mere inches from his face. He reached out tentatively to touch himself again, only this time, it felt different with Y/N sitting on him. As he began stroking himself once more, his tongue flicked out to run along the seam of her pussy lips. His free hand gripped her thigh while her hands were placed on the headboard. She began grinding her hips on his face, her cunt soaked his entire mouth with her juice. He pushed his tongue deeper at her core with his nose hitting her clit, sending shivers down her spine. "Miguel—fuck!"

He couldn't help but lose himself in the sensation of her juices filling his mouth. He sucked hard at her clit like a baby to its mother's tit, drawing out more cries from her as he did so.

“Yes...oh fuck yes,” she panted, thrusting herself down onto his face harder now. Her hips grind against him relentlessly as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over her body. Miguel moaned around her folds, his tongue pushing deeper into her. His free hand found its way to her ass cheeks, giving them a gentle squeeze before trailing upwards between them and pressing against the entrance of her tight little anal opening.

“Make cum Miggy—make me fucking cum!” His need to please his wife was overwhelming, and he used his teeth gently on her clit, pressing two fingers into her ass. He began thrusting his fist up and down in time matching with the strokes of his tongue, desperate for release but not wanting to disappoint her by finishing before she did.

“Oh God—that's it! That's fucking IT—fuck! I'm cumming!”

He felt the walls of her pussy clenching tightly around his tongue, so redoubled his efforts, thrusting upwards with all his might as he tasted her sweet nectar for the first time. His fingers found her tight little asshole, pushing inside slowly but surely until they hit her prostate, sending another wave of pleasure through her.

Y/N slowly lowered herself off of Miguel's face, he couldn't help but taste the lingering sweetness of her juices on his tongue. He watched with dark eyes as she regained her composure and sat on the bed beside him. Reaching up, he brushed a stray lock of hair from her sweat–dampened forehead before pulling her into an embrace that was both tender and possessive. “You didn't think that that was it did you?” he murmured against her ear.

His hands moved over her smooth skin before reaching between them once more. Without further prompting, he rubbed the head of his cock against her slit teasingly until she moaned softly again. Without hesitation this time, Y/N spread herself open wider so Miguel could enter her easily. As soon as he felt himself sinking into her warmth yet again, both groaned out loud together in pure bliss. Their hips began moving together instinctually as they found themselves lost in each other all over again.

“Oh my God…” she bit her lip, trying to muffle the moans that threatened to escape, Miguel's hips picked up speed. His hands gripped her shoulders tightly as he claimed her mouth once more with his own tongue invading deeply. The pinching of her nipple became more insistent, almost punishing, and she could feel herself growing wetter for him despite having him inside her right now.

His grip on her breast tightened almost painfully as he continued to devour her mouth. Her nails dug into his shoulders but she didn't protest; instead it only seemed to fuel them both further into the rapturous depths of their coupling. Sweat began to bead on their skin from exertion and desire alike, reflecting the hot blur of pleasure coursing through every cell of their bodies.

“Fuck Y/N—”

Without warning, Miguel let out a hoarse cry before pulling out of her just enough to spill his seed all over her stomach and chest in thick, hot streams. He collapsed heavily onto the bed beside her, panting heavily as he tried to catch his breath again. "Oh Y/N," he murmured softly against her neck. “I love you.”

𝐀/𝐍: I do not own any of the pictures and are solely from Pinterest.

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𝐎𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡.

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: R18, smutt, afab!reader, masturbation, miguel masturbating to a picture of you, not proofread, grammatical errors, oneshot

✒ 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐀/𝐍: Hello, I hope you enjoy this piece. I'm sorry for the grammatical errors ahead, English is not my first language but I do try to fix it.

𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐃𝐍𝐈!!!

☞ 𝐄/𝐂 ➤ 𝐄𝐲𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫

He counted the hours that you were gone and dreaded them. As the days went by without hearing from you, Miguel found himself growing more and more anxious. He missed your presence in his life and couldn't help but worry about what might be happening while he was stuck here, waiting for your return.

Miguel sat alone in his dark office, the soft glow of his computer screen serving as his only light. A sigh, laced with irritation, passed his lips while massaging his temple. A problem with a new anomaly had him stressed for hours and he needed a break. He stared at a picture of you, his wife, your deep E/C eyes looking back at him with an unspoken longing that matched his own. His fingers trembled as he slowly undid the button on his slacks and slid them down to reveal his erection straining against his boxers.

His mind was elsewhere as he worked, his hand instinctively finding its way to his crotch. He let out a soft moan, remembering the feeling of you wrapped around him just days before. The stress from the project melted away in the face of his growing arousal.

The distance between you seemed to stretch into eternity, and Miguel felt like he was drowning in a sea of loneliness and desire. As he gazed upon your beautiful face in the photo, something snapped inside him - a primal urge took over, and he knew what he had to do.

With shaking hands, he wrapped one of them around his hard cock while using the other to scroll through some naughty photos you had taken together earlier in your marriage. It didn't take long before he found just the right image: You, straddling him with nothing on, your whole body naked before him.

He started slow, savoring every moment of this forbidden act. His heart raced as he imagined your warmth enveloping him again; your soft moans filling the room. The musky scent of your bodies together lingered in the air, causing him to lose control.

Miguel closed his eyes, lost in the sensation of stroking himself. The images of you pleasuring him filled his mind, and he groaned loudly as pleasure washed over him. He pumped his fist faster, his hips thrusting forward in time with each stroke.

He should feel embarrassed. He is. He was aware of what was going on, of what he was doing. A grown man, fucking his hand because he was missing his wife. He moaned your name like how he sang his prayer as another image of you, naked and calling his name appeared and sent him to the edge.

With each powerful thrust of his hand, Miguel could feel himself getting closer to release. He closed his eyes tightly, trying desperately not to think about anything but how amazing it felt to be connected with you like this—even if you were miles away from him right now.

He felt a warm rush of pleasure spreading through his body as he relived the memory of you bouncing up and down on top of him. Your long legs wrapped around his waist, your arms reaching out to hold onto his shoulders for support – it was like you were there with him at that moment. The rhythmic slap of your skin against each other sent shivers of delight coursing through every fiber of his being.

His breath hitched in his throat when he felt his orgasm building inside him, threatening to burst free at any second. He gripped himself tighter, determined not to cum yet, knowing full well how much this release would mean for both of you right now. But try as he might, it was no use; You had always been too good at bringing him to climax. With one final thrust into your virtual image, Miguel cried out in ecstasy as a hot sticky seed spilled over his hand and stained the computer keyboard beneath it.

Miguel slowly opened his eyes, still feeling the warmth of his release spreading through him. A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as he thought about how much this small act meant for you both. He could practically feel your breath on his cheek, your lips close enough to touch but always just out of reach.

He sighed deeply, trying to gather up every last ounce of strength left in him after that powerful orgasm. It occurred to him then how tomorrow would play out just the same – another day of not being able to touch or kiss you goodnight. But for now, this memory would have to suffice until your next encounter...

𝐀/𝐍: I do not own any of the pictures and are solely from Pinterest.

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a060403 · 7 months

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𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬.

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: R18, smutt, afab!reader, p in v, daddy!kink, overprotective, controlling, degradation, biting, bleeding, slapping, slight angst, explicit language, rough sex, overstimulation, not proofread, grammatical errors, oneshot

✒ 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐀/𝐍: Hello, I hope you enjoy this piece. I'm sorry for the grammatical errors ahead, English is not my first language but I do try to fix it.

𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐃𝐍𝐈!!!

Miguel got home exhausted from a long day of work and just wanted to relax with his wife. He entered the house and noticed how dark it was and called for her but she didn't respond, so he called again; nothing.

He frowned, becoming concerned. He set down his things and walked through the house, calling for her again. “Y/N! Where are you?”

He went into their bedroom and found it empty as well. Panic starting to creep in, he quickly ran back out of the room and dialed her number on his phone. "The number you dialed is not—" he ended the call and tried over and over again. She's not picking up. He looked at the clock and saw that it was 10 p.m.

His heart started racing as he realized how late it was. He quickly grabbed his keys and phone, heading out the door. “Fuck!” He murmured under his breath as he raced towards her workplace, hoping she was still there when he arrived.

He got there quickly and his whole body went rigid when he heard that no one had seen her. She didn't even go there in the first place. He drove back home and saw the inside of their house lit. He felt a small amount of hope that it might be her so he parked his car quickly and entered. She was not in the living room, so he ran his way to their bedroom and there she was. She was taking off her clothes and rummaging through their closet to find her pajamas for the night.

He stood by the door and felt relieved that she was home but his anger was quick to take over. “Where have you been?! I was worried sick about you!” His voice trembled with fear and concern as he pulled her into a hug. She was surprised and hugged him back. “I went out.”

Miguel pulled away from her, his eyes flashing with anger. “Out?! At this hour?! With no one knowing where you are?!” He shook his head in disbelief, turning away to pace the room again.

“Miguel, I'm fine. See?” She stood up. “I lost track of time so I didn't know.” He stopped pacing and turned back to face her, a hard line forming between his eyebrows. “You could have been hurt! Something could have happened to you!” His voice was stern and cold, mirroring the look in his eyes.

“Amor, I'm okay.” She walked towards him, cupping his face with both her hands. “I'm okay.”

He tried to pull away from her, but she held on tightly. “Don't "Amor" me right now! You scared the living shit out of me!”

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down before turning his back on her. “I need you to understand how dangerous that was.” His voice softened slightly as he looked into her eyes intently.

“And I do, okay? I went out to visit a friend today and I lost track of time.” She reasoned, still speaking softly as before. “I should've called but I didn't. I'm sorry.”

He turned back around, anger flaring up in his eyes once again. “You're not sorry! Do you know how worried I was? How could you be so irresponsible and put yourself in danger like that?” He yelled at her, shaking with rage as he pointed a finger in her face. “I'm sorry.” She spoke softly, knowing that it was pointless to match his frustration right now and also because she was in fact at fault.

Miguel took a deep breath, trying to control his anger. “Fine. You're going to stay here from now on until I say otherwise. Understood?” His voice was stern and cold as he turned away once again.

“What? No! You can't do that. Look, I understand my mistake but that's too much.”

He turned back around, his eyes narrowing in annoyance. “Do you think I'm playing around? You put yourself in danger and now I need to make sure it doesn't happen again.”

“I understand but not letting me out? This isn't prison Miguel, this is our home. You're not doing that.”

Miguel crossed his arms over his chest, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. “Oh? And who's going to stop me from keeping you locked up like the irresponsible and reckless woman that you are?” His eyes darkened with possession as he stepped closer to her.

She scoffed. “Miguel, I know my mistake and I've apologized. Keeping me here is absurd.”

Miguel reached out, grabbing her chin firmly between his thumb and forefinger. “Absurd? Do you think this is absurd? What about how it feels to know that you could have been hurt or worse because of your carelessness?!” His voice rose in anger as he held her gaze defiantly.

“But I'm okay, aren't I? I made it home. I wouldn't have done it if it wasn't safe and I was.”

“I'm okay. I'm safe.” She added.

Miguel pulled her closer, his lips curling into a sneer. “Yes, you're okay. For now. But that doesn't change the fact that your actions put yourself in danger and caused me unimaginable worry. And as long as I can't trust you to take care of yourself, you will be staying here where I know you're safe.”

His voice was cruel and unforgiving as he stared down at her with a possessive glare. He saw the tears welling up in her eyes and his heart hardened even more. He wasn't going to be taken advantage of like this.

“Don't you dare cry, Y/N. I'm not gonna fall for that. What you did was stupid and irresponsible.” He pushed her away gently but firmly. “Go take a shower and get ready for bed. We'll discuss this further tomorrow when you've had some time to cool off.”

While Y/N was in the shower, Miguel sat down on their bed with his back against the headboard. He crossed his arms over his chest and closed his eyes, trying to calm himself down from earlier. He opened his eyes as he felt her presence in the room. He didn't turn to look at her, instead choosing to continue staring straight ahead. “Come here.”

She made her way to him, not making eye contact. He took her chin in his hand, forcing her to look up at him. “Do you understand the consequences of your actions?”

“Yes.” She spoke in a near-whisper.

He let out a sigh, feeling slightly satisfied with her answer. “Good. Now get in bed.”

Miguel closed his eyes, trying to relax despite the tension in the room. He couldn't help but feel possessive and protective over his wife, even though he tried to hide it. She decided to lay with her back facing him. He hated how he could hear the soft sobs coming from her, he turned to see how her body was slightly trembling, trying her best to not let him hear her cry.

He turned to look at her, his heart melting despite himself. “Y/N... don't cry. It's not worth your tears,” He reached out and pulled her closer, gently brushing the tears from her cheeks. “I know you didn't mean any harm by what you did earlier. Get some sleep, okay? We can talk more in the morning when we're both calm.”

He nuzzled his nose in her neck inhaling her scent. 𝘽𝙞𝙜 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚. “Miguel what are you—” The smell of her skin invaded his system, stirring his cock awake. The feeling of her soft body made his body hot. He hated how much he was craving for her right now. How he needs a release. His rough hands caressed her skin, making her body tingle.

She let out quiet whimpers of pleasure as Miguel went down on her. His teeth graze her skin and leave marks all over her body. She felt how her underwear was beginning to get soaked from all this heat.

Feeling how Y/N's body reacts to his touch, Miguel pushes aside her nightgown and positions himself at her entrance. He thrust deep inside of her with one smooth motion, filling her. “This is what you do to me... this fear of losing you. It drives me so fucking insane.” He trapped her beneath him as he began to move slowly within her.

“Miguel—ow!” She cried, but he didn't stop nor did he care. He picked up the pace and started ramming in and out of her hard, rough. Like he wanted her to feel his pain.

His movements became more forceful, fueled by his possessive desire for her. He couldn't help but feel like he was claiming what was rightfully his. “You did this... you made a mistake and I'm gonna make sure you learn from it.” His thrusts grew harder and deeper as he continued pounding into her with unrelenting fervor.

Her nails dug deep into his skin, enough to make them bleed. She bit his shoulder to suppress a moan. Her lips shudder with bliss at how she loves the roughness he's giving her. How her cunt always begged to be abused by him and how she would beg for it. “More, Miguel, please—”

Feeling her response to his touch, Miguel lost control entirely. He pinned both of her wrists above her head with one hand while using the other to roughly squeeze and play with her breasts.

“Look at you. You look like a fucking whore.”

“Fucking bitch, you like this?” He slaps her. “You like it like this?” His thrusts became even harder as he continued to dominate their fucking session. “Go on baby, beg. Fucking beg Daddy to take care of this needy little pussy. Beg Daddy to punish you.”

“Yes,” She frantically pled, her hips bucking onto his dick. “Please, Daddy… Fuck my pussy good!”

Hearing her submit to him and use the word "Daddy" only served to further fuel his possessive desires. He slapped her again and grabbed her by the neck, he growled low in his throat as he slammed into Y/N with all of his might. “Apologize. Say you're sorry for making Daddy worried.”

“Daddy fuck—” She gasped. His dick successfully hitting all her sensitive spots, fucking her stupid. “I'm sorry! I-I'm sorryyy.”

Miguel's movements became even more erratic, his anger and lust combining to create a violent yet exhilarating experience for both of them. “You're so fucking tight—fuck.” He bit down on her neck hard enough to leave a bruise before pulling out of her wet sex and coming all over her stomach in long hot bursts.

As he pulled out of Y/N, he didn't miss the sight of his cum dripping down her belly, how she ran her fingers on her cum covered stomach. He felt a small twinge of satisfaction at how thoroughly he had claimed her.

“Clean yourself up. We have an early morning tomorrow.”

He rolled off of her, leaving her to clean herself while he tried to regain some semblance of composure in the darkness. He chose to sleep in their guest bedroom that night, afraid of what his body might do to her. He resents the idea of how vulnerable he is to her tricks, how her moan can stir him awake in an instant, how her touch can make his body burn.

Miguel didn't sleep much that night, his mind filled with thoughts of Y/N and their intense encounter. He was both aroused and unsettled by how deeply she affected him.

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𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐞.

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: R18, smutt, afab!reader, p in v, bondage, slight angst, slapping, biting, bleeding, slight angst, explicit language, rough sex, overstimulation, not proofread, grammatical errors, oneshot

✒ 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐀/𝐍: Hello, I hope you enjoy this piece. I'm sorry for the grammatical errors ahead, English is not my first language but I do try to fix it.

𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐃𝐍𝐈!!!

“Excuse me?”

“I said no.”

Miguel's face darkened, his voice becoming cold and controlled. “Amor,” he said sternly, “I suggest you reconsider.”

“What's the use? It's not like it's beneficial for the both of us.”

His eyes narrowed, his jaw tightening. “Don't push me on this,” he warned softly, a threat lingering in the air between them.

“Or what?”

His hands curled into fists at his sides, fighting the urge to lash out. “I think it's time we went to bed," he said through gritted teeth, grabbing her wrist roughly and pulling her toward their room.

“Let go of me! I am not sleeping in that bed with you!”

His grip tightened, almost painfully so. “You will do as you're told,” he growled out, his voice dripping with control and possession.

“You're such a prick! You can't even make up your fucking mind on what you want from me! This is not fair!” She cried, eyes glaring towards him.

He stopped short, releasing her wrist slowly. “What did you just say?” His voice was dangerously low, threatening violence at any moment.

“I said you're a prick!”

He lunged forward, grabbing her hair roughly and yanking her head back. “You will not talk to me like that,” he growled out, his teeth bared in a menacing snarl as he leaned down closer to her face.

“I hate you.” Her words seething with anger.

He snapped. He grabbed her by the neck with his hand and pushed her body roughly on the bed. He ripped her clothes off and used his belt to cuff her hands together above her head and tied them on the headboard.

His eyes glinted with a dark fire as he watched her naked body lay before him. “You'll regret saying that,” he warned softly, his voice dripping with threat and control. He grazed his fangs against her skin and bit her shoulder until it bled. A cry in pain escaped her mouth as the tip of his fangs dug into her skin. He pinched her nipple hard while the other went down and cupped her cunt.

“It hurts Miguel—Stop!”

Miguel's mouth twisted into a cruel smirk. “Oh, but it feels so good for me.” He released her nipple only to slap her across the face, leaving his mark on her cheek. His fingers found their way back between her folds, spreading her wetness around even as he pushed another finger inside her tight passage. Her back arched, her hips bucking against his hand like a bitch in heat. She hated how much she was craving for this, how the pain he was giving her was fueling her desires and driving her crazy.

His face was a mask of lust and possession as he watched her respond to his touch. “That's it, baby,” he murmured against her skin, kissing his way down to her breasts before taking one in his mouth again.

“Your body knows what you need. And I will make sure you get it.” He sucked on her nipple, swirling his tongue around before biting it hard. “Wait! It hurts—”

“But you like it too, don't you?” He asked with a smirk as he watched her face contort in pleasure mixed with pain. ”Admit it.”

Her eyes brimmed with tears when she met his gaze. His eyes bore nothing but lust and hunger. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his thick throbbing cock, pre-cum oozing out its tip. “Look at what you're doing to me, amor,” he uttered in a rough voice.

"Just hearing you plead in pain… looking so fucking pathetic turns me the fuck on." He purred, moving closer to her. He positioned himself between her legs, lining up his cock at her wet folds. With one hard thrust, he buried himself deep inside her, filling her with a groan that echoed in the room.

He pushed his cock deeper into her tight pussy with each thrust. His hands roamed over her body possessively as he lost himself in the feeling of being inside her once more.

Miguel's hips slammed against her, his grip on her body tightening as he lost control of the primal lust consuming him. “You belong to me,” he growled out between clenched teeth. “Say it.”

He slapped her across the face when she didn't respond immediately. “I said say it.” His words dripped with menace.

“I'm yours— Fuck, I'm yours!”

Y/n choked out. Her words sent chills of delight through him, and he groaned out loud. He quickened his pace, desperate for release as their hips slapped together in rhythm. “You're so damn tight,” he huffed.

His face was a mask of raw passion as he drove into her harder and faster, their skin slapping together in time with each powerful stroke. “Fuck,” he murmured hoarsely. “You're so good.”

He slammed into her with all the force he could muster, his hips clapping against hers in time to their shared grunts of pleasure. ”You like it when I fuck you like this?” he groaned out between harsh thrusts. “When I fuck you like a goddamn slut?”

His fingers dug into her hips, urging her to meet each of his thrusts with equal force as he pounded further and harder inside her dripping cunt. “I own you,” he growled out in warning, his teeth bared in a snarl that sent shivers down her spine. His pace quickened even more, desperation clawing at him from within.

“C'mon Y/n, answer me,” Miguel growled, his grip on her hips tightening as he plunged deeper into her wet heat. “Do you like it when I fuck you like this?”

His eyes bore into hers as he watched for any sign of resistance or denial. When none came, a dark, feral grin spread across his face. “Good girl.”

Their bodies moved in perfect sync, the only sound between them was their heavy breathing and the slapping of skin on skin. His hold on her hips tightened as he felt his orgasm barreling down on him.

"Oh fuck," Miguel growled out as he felt his climax building inside him. "I'm close y/n, I'm fucking close!" He bit down on her shoulder hard enough to leave a mark, and she screamed out in pain mixed with ecstasy.

“Miguel— Fuck...!” Her orgasm hit her like a freight train, and she cried out his name as waves of pleasure washed over her body. His movements became more frenzied as he felt her body tense and quiver beneath him. “That's it,” he muttered between harsh thrusts, his voice rough with desire.

“Say my name.”

“Oh my fucking God—” Miguel's hips slammed into her, his grip tightening as he thrust harder and faster. “That's it. Scream my fucking name.”

She threw her head back in pleasure, his cock pulsing inside her, hitting her all her weak spots, drowning her in euphoria. Her body was already trembling under him, her cunt completely abused. “Miguel—!”

Her cries fueled his lust, and he drove into her with one last powerful thrust. “Yes,” he growled out as he felt himself explode inside her, filling her with his seed.

“Mine.”

𝐀/𝐍: I do not own any of the pictures and are solely from Pinterest.

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara imagine #miguel x reader #miguel o'hara smut #miguel o'hara headcannon #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel headcanons #miguel spiderverse #spiderman 2099 #spiderman astv #astv #astv miguel #smutty #smut prompts #smut #oneshot #slight angst #dark content #dark!miguel o'hara

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a060403 · 7 months

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𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝.

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: R18, smutt, afab!reader, blowjob, male!receiving, p in v, explicit language, rough sex, not proofread, grammatical errors, oneshot

✒ 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐀/𝐍: Hello, I hope you enjoy this piece. I'm sorry for the grammatical errors ahead, English is not my first language but I do try to fix it. This piece is different from what I usually write. I've decided to try writing a fic about Miguel since I've been crushing on him since ASTV was released.

𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐃𝐍𝐈!!!

She smiled at him, her eyes locked onto his lips. “I need my husband tonight.”

His eyes darkened with desire as he looked into her passionate gaze. He slowly pulled away from the kiss, biting his lower lip. “And what does my wife have in mind for me tonight?” He asked teasingly, running a hand through his slicked hair while attempting to regain control of himself.

She giggled as brought herself closer and sat on his lap, her body grinding against his. “I was thinking of having you do whatever it is that you want with me.” She replied, her voice coated with the need for him.

Miguel's breath hitched as she grinded against him. He groaned softly, picking her up and carrying her to the couch. “My dear wife...” He murmured before pushing her down onto the cushions and hovering over her. ”You always make me want you so much...”

“Make me feel good.” She demanded, her body hot under him. He kissed her again, harder this time, his tongue pushing through her mouth while his hands wandered all over her body.

His kisses were hot and possessive, mirroring the desire in her eyes. His hands roamed over her body, teasingly touching every sensitive spot he knew.

“Amor... I'm always ready for you when you demand it of me. You sure you wanna do this?” He asked between deep kisses while slipping one hand under her skirt to rub against her wet slit through her panties.

“Like you want me to stop?” She giggled. He couldn't help but laugh at what she said and placed another kiss on her collarbone, licking and sucking on it. He pressed his fingers harder on her now wet cunt, making her squirm.

His eyes darkened with lust as he continued to tease her. He kissed his way down her neck, trailing soft bites along the way while his fingers probed deeper inside of her.

“Miguel, stop— I need you now please!” Her hoarse cry fueled him harder. He pulled out his fingers from her wet cunt and opened his zipper, his long fat cock sprung out. He stroked it a few times before sliding its tip onto her wet folds, making her lips shudder. “Miguel—”

Her voice trembled as he teased her with his cock, slowly pushing the tip inside of her. He groaned softly at how wet and tight she was around him.

Her walls stretched around him, sucking his dick further inside her. “Oh my fuck—” she moaned, deliriously. He smirked and fucked her harder, her hips slamming against her abused cunt, with her tits bouncing off their rhythm.

His grin widened as he felt her walls gripping him tighter. He pulled back slightly, watching in lustful fascination as his cock disappeared inside of her before slamming into her once more.

“You look beautiful with me inside you. Do you know that?” He whispered hoarsely against her lips while thrusting deep into her wetness with long strokes.

Her loud moans filled the room, and her mind went blank. Her thoughts were completely occupied with how good she feels right now, nothing but Miguel fucking her senseless. “C-Close… I'm close… fuck!”

He felt her tighten around him, knowing that she was close. His thrusts became faster and harder, reaching down to rub against her clit while pounding into her wetness.

“Like that mi vida... Squeeze me tighter like that—” his voice roughened as he pushed himself further inside of her with one powerful stroke.

“Ahh—fuuuuuuuuuuckk…” She felt her orgasm throughout her body, her pussy squirting around his dick. He pulled out his cock and grinned at the sight of his wife, exhausted and sated from being fucked too good.

He grabbed her arm and pulled her up gently. “Wait Miguel, I'm too—“ She didn't finish. He shoved his cock into her mouth, gagging her, grabbing a fistful of her hair.

Tears welled up in her eyes as he slammed it harder to the back of her throat, making sure it would leave a bruise. Her hands were placed on his thighs, her nails digging deep into his skin, with her eyes still locked onto his.

He watched as she struggled to speak around his cock. He licked his lips, eyes darkening with desire. “Swallow every drop of my cum for me, mi amor.” He growled before giving one final thrust, his seed flowing down her throat.

He pulled out his dick and jerked himself off onto her face, the tip of cock hitting her cheek, letting the remaining amount of his cum fall onto it. She gave a lazy smile and he returned it. Before carrying her in bridal style to clean her up in the bathroom.

Miguel chuckled softly and cleaned her face gently with a warm washcloth before handing it to her. “There we go. All clean now.”

He kissed her forehead tenderly before helping her get dressed. “Now, why don't we head to bed? I hear some sleeping sounds coming from you...” His voice held an amused undertone as he guided her towards their room.

He helped her lay her body on the soft surface of their bed and pulled the blankets to cover her before the cold even hit her skin. “You're in a good mood…” She joked.

He smirked down at her, his big hand ruffling through her hair.

“Yes... I am. It's my lovely wife that puts me in this mood every time we are together.” He leaned down to kiss her softly before turning off the lights and crawling into bed next to her.

“Goodnight, my love. Sleep well.”

𝐀/𝐍: I do not own any of the pictures and are solely from Pinterest.

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara imagine #miguel x reader #miguel o'hara smut #miguel o'hara headcannon #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o’hara #miguel smut #miguel ohara x reader #miguel headcanons #miguel spiderverse #spiderman 2099 #spiderman astv #astv #astv miguel #smutty #smut prompts #smut #oneshot

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a060403 · 7 months

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𝐈 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭.

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: R18, smutt, afab!reader, blowjob, male!receiving, explicit language, not proofread, grammatical errors

✒ 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐀/𝐍: Hello, I hope you enjoy this piece. I'm sorry for the grammatical errors ahead, English is not my first language but I do try to fix it. This piece doesn't have any specific character so you can picture anyone with it. Characters that are tagged are from my own personal preference.

𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐃𝐍𝐈!!!

☞ 𝐇/𝐍 ➤ 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞

H/N was inside his room when Y/N entered. His attention was fixed on the monitor to even notice her come in. He glanced at the screen and turned around when he noticed a figure coming closer.

“I thought we talked about this. You're not supposed to be here, Y/N. I'm busy.”

He said in a slightly irritated tone.

“I know. It's just that you've been here all day. You haven't eaten anything.”

H/N sighed out loud when he heard her reason, his hand massaged the bridge of his nose.

“I'll eat. You don't need to worry about that.”

He replied, his tone, still cold but showing a bit of warmth in it. She walked closer to where he was sitting and ran her fingers through his hair; massaging his head.

“Are you okay?”

His attention was now focused on her. “I'm fine,” he said calmly, leaning back and letting her massage him. "Just a little... frustrated, that's all.”

“Hmmm,” she curtly nods. She leaned in closer and placed a kiss on his forehead. “I miss you.”

He chuckled. “I know, baby. I'll talk to you later after this.” He said softly, his arms now wrapped around her as she stood close to him.

She lifted his chin and cupped his face. She brought herself closer and claimed his lips, kissing him passionately. He didn't hesitate to kiss her back, his arms wrapping around her tighter, pulling her closer. A slight moan escaped out of his mouth as she claimed his lips.

She pushed her tongue inside his mouth making him groan and grip her body tighter. She broke the kiss, leaving both of them panting and trying to catch their breaths. He was about to say something but she cut him off with another kiss, a quick one this time.

He groaned when she bit on his bottom lip, not expecting that kind of thing. His breath hitched as she pulled away, her eyes staring intently at him, full of lust and desire.

“You seem stressed. Want me to help?”

“Please,” he murmured huskily, his voice filled with arousal as he looked at her in the eyes.

She smirked at his response and got down on her knees in front of him. Her hands caressed his thighs, slowly, teasing him. She brought herself close to where his pants zipper was and placed a lazy kiss on it, her eyes locked on his.

She placed her hand on his shaft and palmed it through the fabric, feeling its heat and how it reacted to her touch. How his cock is slowly getting hard from the friction.

“Will this do?”

His breath hitched in his throat as he watched her kneel before him, her dark eyes filled with a mix of desire and anticipation. He nodded slowly, unable to speak for the sheer force of lust coursing through his veins.

His eyes closed when he felt her cold hands caressing his thighs, and when he looked, he saw her kneeling in front of him, with both of her hands caressing him carefully under his clothes.

His jaw dropped when she touched him, her mouth just inches away.

“Baby...”

He whispered out loud, breathing heavily from the tension. She unzips his fly letting his hard cock spring out, throbbing and aching to be touched.

"Like this?" She chuckled seductively, her hot breath hitting the tip of his cock, making it twitch.

He let out a grunt when he felt her soft hands make contact with its skin. Her tongue wet the tip of his cock and it sent shivers down his spine

He gripped the edge of the table tightly, trying to maintain some semblance of control as her hot mouth wrapped around his shaft. Her tongue swirled against him, teasing and taunting until he thought he might go mad from wanting more.

He groaned loudly at her touch, his body twitching slightly.

“Y/n...”

He moaned, his breathing shaky as he savored the feeling of mouth pleasuring him.

His grip became stronger on the edge of the desk. His lips parted slightly in pleasure, eyes rolling upward as he gave in to his desires and wants.

She hummed in response, her mouth full with his pulsing cock. She bobbed her head downwards, taking in his full length. She felt her eyes water as his cock hit the back of her throat; gagging her.

Feeling her throat work around him, he lost all sense of time or place. All that mattered was this moment – the feeling of being so desired and cherished by someone who knew exactly how to push his buttons.

He groaned loudly at her hums, his eyes rolling back slightly.

“Fuck...” He whispered again.

“Y/N, baby...” His voice was filled with both pleasure and pain as he struggled to maintain a semblance of control at this moment.

His fingers clutched the desk, and his arms started to tremble from the sensation.

"Oh my—Fuck, just like that—” he groaned once more, the sound of his voice becoming almost like a whimper. He was at her mercy now and he gave in to everything that he felt. The pressure that she was putting on her made him moan louder.

Eyes closed tightly, he gave himself over to the sensations washing over him. He felt as if he were melting into her mouth—her hot tongue bathing his length, driving him wild with pleasure.

His hands grip her hair tighter and hold it in place; his hips moving forward and thrusting deeper inside her mouth. He cussed under his breath as he felt himself growing closer and closer.

“Ah—shit,” he growled, his seed going down her throat. As he felt the first wave of release approached, he pulled her away from his cock roughly. Her lips immediately left a trail of wetness in their wake.

His eyes were still closed tightly, a wide grin now plastered on his face.

“God, Y/N... You're a natural.”

He said with a soft chuckle. He sighed in relief, leaning back against the chair when he felt her lips leave his cock.

“I needed that...”

He whispered, still catching his breath. She took deep breaths as she looked up at him. Her eyes were opened wide, still under the sensation. She gripped his face and kissed him passionately, his body trembling slightly.

“Was I able to help?”

𝐀/𝐍: I do not own any of the pictures and are solely from Pinterest.

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a060403 · 8 months

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𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐈 𝐝𝐨?

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: R18, smutt, p in v, afab!reader, blowjob, public sex, creampie, not proofread, grammatical errors

✒ 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐃𝐍𝐈!!!

☞ 𝐇/𝐍 ➤ 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞

She took his hand and led him to the other side of the square. A spot for people who wanted to take a break from all the noise and music.

She did one quick scan of the area, making sure that there was no one around before pushing him against the wall, crashing her lips against his, and devouring him. Her hands traveled down his pants, quickly loosening his belt, palming his hard cock.

H/N let out a moan of pleasure. He grabbed her waist tightly, returning the fervor of her kisses and reaching down to feel the wetness between his legs. “Baby…” he breathed deeply, feeling the heat building within him rising rapidly.

He groaned softly as her hand wrapped around his hard length. ”Oh God yes,” he murmured huskily before pressing forward against her and starting to grind into her hand. Their shared passion seemed to grow stronger by the second, fueled by the intensity of their need for each other.

She knelt on the ground, kissing his tip, twirling her tongue around it, wetting him. He gripped her hair in a fist, controlling the movement of her head as he fucked her mouth. H/N felt a surge of pure ecstasy shoot through him. He gripped her hair firmly, guiding her movements as he controlled the pace of their passionate encounter.

”Yes, like that,” he moaned, feeling her wet lips engulfing him. His hips thrust involuntarily, desperate to relieve the mounting pressure within him. Her eyes brimmed with tears as his cock slammed against the back of her throat. “Suck it just like that.”

“Fuck—” He groaned. The sound of their heavy breathing filled the air around them, accompanied by occasional moans and gasps of pleasure. For a moment, nothing else mattered except for their primal need for each other.

They could both feel the intensity building towards its peak, and neither of them cared about anyone else who might be watching or nearby.

He pulled out his cock from her mouth and pressed her body against the wall, her back facing him. He slid his finger against her folds, teasing her cunt and feeling how wet she was for him. “H/N… please…” She begged, her pussy aching to be fucked.

He let out a dark chuckle and pressed his cock onto her dripping pussy, purposely grazing it along her clit, making her shiver and cry desperately for him. “Please, put it inside me, please baby…”

Hearing her pleas, he felt a wave of desire consume him. He pressed his cock against her slick folds, feeling her wetness surround him as he slid into her with purposeful force.

“Yes, just like that babe, god, you take my cock so fucking well,” he whispered hoarsely, feeling the tightness around him as he finally penetrated her completely. The sensation sent waves of pleasure coursing through him, and he savored every moment of their connection.

Pulling out slightly, he positioned himself at her entrance once more before driving back inside with slow, steady strokes. Each movement was calculated to heighten their pleasure, bringing them closer to the edge of climax with each passing second. “Like that?” he murmured, meeting her gaze.

His thrusts were sloppy and messy. Hitting all the good spots that make her mind go blank. “Yes—oh my fucking God… just like that baby. Fuuuuuck—”

Feeling her increasing desperation, he increased the tempo of his thrusts, losing control as he moved faster and harder.

The sight of her flushed cheeks and heavy breathing was enough to push him over the edge. “Oh fuck,” he groaned roughly, feeling his release building up within him. With one final surge, he let out a loud cry as he came deep inside her, filling her womb with his warm seed.

After catching his breath, He tenderly pulled out of her and helped her sit upright against the wall, supporting her as she caught her breath. He couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction knowing that he had given her exactly what she needed – a wild, passionate experience.

She sat upright against the wall and he noticed that her eyes were still dazed with desire. He stepped close to her again, capturing her lips in a gentle yet lingering kiss.

It was a moment of peace and understanding after their intense exchange–a chance for them to reconnect on a deeper level.

“Do you think anyone heard us?” he asked softly, breaking the kiss as he brushed some stray strands of hair away from her face. His fingers lingered on her skin for a moment before withdrawing completely, leaving behind a trail of warmth.

“You okay?” he questioned genuinely, wanting to ensure that she was right emotionally as well as physically after their intimate encounter also because he noticed a worried look on her face.

“I can feel your cum dripping out,” She replied, laughing a bit. “What do I do?”

He laughed wholeheartedly at her remark, feeling a sense of contentment. He leaned in close to her ear, whispering as he ran his fingers through her tangled hair. “You don’t have to do anything,” he murmured tenderly, smiling down at her lovingly.

“But if you want me to clean you up,” he added with a playful smile, “I’d be happy to help.” With those words, H/N dipped his finger into the wetness that still coated her pussy and slowly slid it across her swollen clit. At the same time, he lowered his lips to hers and deepened the kiss once more.

𝐀/𝐍: I do not own any of the pictures and are solely from Pinterest.

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𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: R18, smutt, p in v, afab!reader, fingering, slight angst, not proofread, grammatical errors

✒ 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐃𝐍𝐈!!!

☞ 𝐇/𝐍 ➤ 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞

He held her tightly as he pressed his head into her hair. He took in her scent and was immediately transported two years back into the past. He remembered the moments they shared as if it was yesterday. He couldn't find his words, he just closed his eyes and smiled.

He was finally back with her, and nothing else in the world mattered but her. He savored the feeling of holding her close to him, letting their hearts beat in sync as they basked in this moment of tranquility. He kissed her forehead softly before speaking up.

"I never realized how much I missed you until now," he confessed with a warm smile on his face.

"I want us to try again." She sobbed. He held her hand tightly and led her into his room. He couldn't stop smiling as they walked to his room, and he turned on the lights.

He let go of her for a second, looking around the room. His bedroom was still the same from two years back; except that there was no one lying and hugging him from behind anymore. He turned around and hugged her from the back, his arms wrapped around her waist as he kissed her.

His heart melted at the feeling of her in his arms once again. He held onto her tightly, knowing that this time around, they would make it work.

"I love you," he whispered into her hair as he nuzzled her neck softly. "I don't think I ever stopped."

She felt her body grow hot as his lips made contact with her neck, the familiar feeling brought pleasure to her and it made her want him more. His breath hitched when he felt her respond to his touch. He leaned in further, kissing and suckling on her neck as their passion ignited once again.

"So fucking beautiful," he whispered huskily against her skin before pulling away with a determined look in his eyes. "Just for me. All for me."

H/N mouth went down to every inch of her neck. His lips gently kissed her neck, then nibbled on it, and then sucked on it. The feeling of her moaning in pleasure as his tongue worked its magic sent chills down his body. He couldn't seem to get enough of her as he pulled her closer, his hands grabbing and holding onto her hips as he started to bite harder, slowly driving her crazy.

He let out a low growl of satisfaction as he felt her surrender to his touch. He continued to bite and suck on her neck, leaving love marks all over her beautiful skin.

H/N couldn't believe he was doing this again after two years. Her pleasure and desire were infectious and he started getting addicted to it. He continued leaving marks on her skin, moving his lips up to her ear. He whispered dirty words into her ear, making her whimper even more.

"You like that?" he asked huskily before leaning in closer, flicking his tongue over one of her hardened nipples through the fabric of her clothes. "Use your words, baby. Tell me what you want."

"Take me." She replied and he did. He placed her body onto the soft surface of his bed, his huge body hovering above her. He took off her clothes, all of it, with haste, eager to witness her body again.

He felt his cock twitch when he heard her moan his name. His heartbeat increased as the lust between them rose. He stared at her with excitement and passion. She was more beautiful than he ever remembered, and as he looked at her, he knew he could never let her go again. He lay on the bed with her, his heavy body pressing against her gentle touch, his hands all over her body.

He moved his hips, grinding against her gently before capturing one of her nipples between his teeth.

"You belong to me," he murmured darkly while tracing a line down towards her wet core with his fingers. "And I won't let anyone else have you." He pushed in two fingers immediately, earning a hoarse yelp from her. “Fuck—H/N…” his mouth stayed on one of her nipples, sucking on it, as he finger fucks her, her body writhing in pleasure.

He watched with satisfaction as her body responded to his touch. He slowly thrust his fingers in and out of her tight channel, feeling the walls of her pussy grip onto him. "That's it, baby," he moaned against her breast before withdrawing his fingers and positioning himself at her entrance once again. "You're so fucking wet for me."

She couldn't believe she was so turned on by H/N, even more so than the first time they were together. The sound of their bodies rubbing against each other. “Baby...”

His voice grew hoarse as he continued pleasuring her. He took out his fingers and brought them up to his mouth, tasting her from his hand.

“God, you taste so fucking sweet.” He growled. He placed his head in between her thighs and licked her wet cunt. Her eyes rolled back further in the pleasure of having H/N eat her out.

She gripped his hair and closed her thighs around his head, locking them in place. He licked her folds and sucked her wet core, filling the room with slurping sounds.

H/N moaned in approval as he felt her body tense beneath him. He lifted his head, gazing at her flushed face before moving down to capture one of her nipples between his lips. "That's it, baby," he whispered against her skin while circling his tongue around the hardened nub. "Give me everything you have."

H/N got a taste of her, and she was sweeter than anything. She felt herself burst and her body was flooded with an intense amount of pleasure. She squirted onto his mouth, making him chuckle. He watched her body tremble from overstimulation and he's proud that he did that.

He unzipped his pants; his long and thick hard cock sprung out, pulsing, with pre-cum oozing on its tip. He groaned as he watched her orgasm wash over her. He couldn't wait to feel the same intensity himself.

"You look so fucking beautiful when you cum," he murmured before positioning his cock at her entrance once again and pushing in slowly, filling her up with each inch. "I'm going to make sure we stay connected like this from now on."

He pushed all of his length inside of her. Her breathing ceased as she took all of his length inside, her walls stretching around his cock, memorizing it, adjusting to it. “S-So fucking b-big.” She choked out, his cock filled her all the way so that she could almost feel it on her throat.

He smirked at her reaction to his size. He loved knowing that he could take her breath away with just one look or touch. "That's right," he murmured huskily before pulling out slowly, only to thrust back in harder this time around. "Fucking take all of it like a good girl."

She gasped, her walls stretching around his fat cock, adjusting to his size. “Ohhhhh—fuck…,” He placed his thumb on her clit to add more pleasure as he slowly goes in and out of her. He fucked her hard, his hips slamming against hers. “choke me please… fucking choke me…”

He loved hearing her voice growing louder as he continued to fill her up. He wrapped one of his hands around her neck, using just enough pressure to cut off her air supply. "That's it, baby," he growled out while grinding against her hips roughly. "Tell me you want it."

“W-Want it. Want it so f-fucking bad.” She replied, drunk. His hips were slamming hard against her cunt, pounding in on her so fucking rough. She gagged for air, her tits bouncing around as H/n thrust in continuously, fucking her hard and messy.

He felt a surge of power and desire as he watched her breasts jiggle with each thrust. He could feel his control slipping away, but he didn't care. "You belong to me," he growled out before picking her up brusquely by the hips and slamming her back down onto him again, harder than ever before. "And I'm going to make sure you fucking remember that."

At the same time, he continued thrusting into her relentlessly, reaching deeper than ever before as he claimed what was rightfully his–not just her body but also her mind and soul.

Eyes locked onto each other, they lost themselves in the primal dance of domination and surrender, fueled by their mutual need for completion and fulfillment. The world around them seemed to fade away, replaced by an intense vortex of sensation that left nothing untouched or unsatisfied.

She felt her mind going black at the amount of pleasure she was feeling. “G-od f-fuck… y-yes.” She choked out as he continues to fuck her roughly.

With each thrust that pushed deeper inside her, he could feel the tension building up within him too – this was exactly what they needed; an explosion of passion and desire that would bind them together forevermore. And when she finally came apart underneath him, crying out his name as wave after wave of ecstasy consumed her, he knew that there was nothing else left standing between them but love and devotion.

"Fuck yes," H/N growled, letting go of any remaining restraint as he pounded into her harder still. His release was imminent now - he could feel it building up deep within his core, demanding to be set free.

And then it hit him like a tidal wave - an overwhelming flood of raw emotion and physical intensity that threatened to consume both of them entirely. With one final, powerful thrust that drove him even deeper into her warmth, he let himself go completely - burying himself to the hilt and filling her up with every last drop of his essence.

As their bodies quivered from the force of their climaxes, he held onto her tightly, his mouth pressed against hers in a fierce kiss that sealed their bond.

He could feel the last vestiges of control slipping away as he was consumed by her passion. He kissed her back fiercely, their tongues tangling in a sensual dance that left them both breathless.

"I love you," he murmured against her lips before collapsing onto his side beside her, still buried deep inside her. "Always have."

𝐀/𝐍: I do not own any of the pictures and are solely from Pinterest.

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❝𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬.❞

𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬... 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 ✿❀✿

✎ 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝: 𝟎𝟗/𝟎𝟕/𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑

✎ 𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐔𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝: 𝟏𝟐/𝟎𝟗/𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑

✎ 𝐍𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬: 𝟏𝟒

✎ 𝐅𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐭. 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬.

✎ 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐃𝐨 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐑𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭. 𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝. 𝐓𝐘!!!

✎ 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐃𝐨 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭! 𝐀𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐁𝐢𝐨𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝!

🔞 – 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭/𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖

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