#dio x M! reader

[imtryingmybeskar]

Drabble 24 - Dio. This can be read as Dio x M! Reader or Dio x F! Reader. Either way it's very NSFW. Word count: 509

Dio is a bratty sub who needs to be tamed. Which you are very happy to do courtesy of edging and orgasm denial.

A single drop of sweat runs down the central dip of his spine and pools at the small of his back as he arches, desperate to feel more of you.

“Please…,” he begs, panting. “Plea-please.”

“Mmmm, no,” you purr, grabbing his hips to still his movements. “Bad, bratty boys don’t get to choose how they come.”

He groans, and the desperation of it sends a thrill to your abdomen. You had teased him for hours before finally sinking into him and he was near frantic, his whole body tensed and on the verge of the orgasm that you had denied him for so long.

His head drops, dips down below his shoulders as his arms tremble with the sustained effort of holding himself on all fours. You slide your hand up the smooth skin of his sweat slicked back until you are cocooning him with your smaller body. Your hand reaches out for the leather collar that sits around his neck.

“Are you gonna be good for me now, sweet boy?” you coo, pulling gently so that he is forced to turn his head and look behind him. His beautiful, boundlessly dark eyes look black in the half light of the candles that are dotted around your bedroom and he nods frantically in reply to your question.

You glide your hands back down his torso, feeling the muscles between his ribs, the heat of his overwrought body under your fingertips. “Move with me,” you command, the order couched in soft velvet and love.

He does, repeating the dance you have performed a hundred times before as you rock back on to your haunches and bring him with you, sliding him down deeper still over the cock buried inside of him. He lets out an involuntary whimper at the feeling and you hook your chin over his shoulder to take a look at your handiwork.

His own cock is beautiful and angrily large, flushed almost purple at the tip and leaking everywhere, a pool of precum in a large circular patch on the sheets where he had previously been positioned. You run your palm firmly up over his chest, holding him close to your own as you lick a stripe up his shoulder and he visibly twitches as he desperately fights to control himself.

“Will you always be my good boy?” you whisper in his ear, gently biting down on his earlobe as he stutters his reply.

“Y-yes. Oh yes. I’ll be g-good always. I sw-swear.”

“Then use me,” you murmur. “Use my cock to come, Dio.”

He keens, a noise of relief and desperate desire, and begins to rock back on to you, angling himself until he hits that spot deep inside. A ragged shout is torn from his throat as he comes in seconds, his cock entirely untouched and yet spattering over the wall, the headboard, the pillows and sheets.

Quivering, he sinks back against you, relying entirely on your strength to keep him upright. You murmur sweet nonsense and praise into his ear, savouring holding him close.

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[privitivium]

*climbs onto stage and grabs microphone before getting close* dombot dio with a werewolf subtop reader. also facesitting. and riding. and whatever else u wanna add. that is all. have a gud day:) *drops microphone and leaves stage*

:3

finally amiright?! trying not to think about how its jonathans body. this is during p3 but no one else is mentioned besides vanilla ice

afab dombot dio w werewolf subtop reader!

cw;; petplay, facesitting, riding.. f,,felching....... hooray!

I see this with him fucking with you constantly but you take it like a champ. you, a clear masochist of sorts, who's on par with dios’ build - only inches taller than him! he constantly talks down to you,,, you being some sort of henchman for him, akin to vanilla ice - being affected by a stand user of some sorts long before you meet dio that turns you into some kinda werewolf. ears and tail sprouting from your muscular body and having no control over your rather animalistic urges of wanting to sniff, chew, hunt, and breed. dio… he takes the reins over you rather easily. you submit yourself to him - someone who's a mythological being as you were, a vampire... fantasizing about his teeth sinking into your neck - while at times, jerking off to the opposite; your teeth in his neck… you'd doubt he'd ever let you mark him. [ he would wear it proudly! ]

dio, oftentimes discarding women and men alike and leaving you alone to roam the building with other stand users who didn't seem to like you. jaw clenched in anger as you pace.. your tail frazzled as you roam the halls before he merely mutters your name under his breath while on the other side of the mansion - and there you were, right in front of him. all it takes is dio to say your name - a simple whisper, and there you were so happily on your knees with a tail wagging and ears perked - nearly panting! corpses that were now zombies shuffling past you out the doorㅡ

“hnn.. there's my good boy.” ㅡ yes that's right. you were his good boy - nor was anyone else his good boy. you never heard him refer to anyone else as good, nor his own! trembling, so excited you can't help the blood that shoots straight to your cock at his words. unashamed to present yourself with a tent pitched in your clothing. he laughs at you… beckoning you closer. dio, so shamelessly naked, yet it's his words that make you pop a boner!? “so terribly eager… how can i not take advantage of that, hm? though, i never liked dogs…” but he likes you !!! some idiotic beast of a man who… coincidentally… is a sort of dog… dio cooing at you, calling you a horrible thing and insulting your existence, yet he's so proud to ride your cock and hum in satisfaction of how well you fill his cunt, reminding you that you're nothing but the dirt on the sole of his shoe - how you should be so grateful that he's letting you lay on his bed and letting you feel his innards like this - the usual.

dio thoughtfully scratched at your ears while methodically moving along your veiny girth, jaw clenched as he feels himself being stretched beyond just to accommodate your dick - it's been a short while of him fucking himself on you… making sure to mention that. something about your horrid mongrel cock filling him up so deliciously good. the way you unconsciously leer up at him, watching him in wonder with glazed eyes as he bounces himself on your upright prick and feeling the divot of the head along his walls…

watching as you bite your glossy lips - your adorable little fangs that could not be compared to his own - your huge hands clutching at his expensive bed sheets strewn about instead of his thighs - so good, “so good… precious.” knowing not to grasp onto the fat of his thighs and force him down at your own pace - such a good boy to listen… yet, your thoughts weren't as precious. staring up into his crimson eyes wordlessly as whimpers and little gasps fall from your lips; watching as his pretty blond tufts of hair bounce with his movements - desperately wanting to push him over and snap your jaw at the crook of his shoulder and fuck into him at a needy, hurried pace… a-ah…

“disgusting fucking mutt… have you no restraint? despicable,” he grunts in dissatisfaction, face scrunched in mild disgust and anger as your hips jerked into him, painting his walls white with your seed... your bulky body trembling underneath him and whimpering tearful apologies for how quickly you came inside him -

“s-sorry… i'm so sorry, you- you feel so good‐ sorry, so sorry Lord Dio!!” you can’t help yourself - he's so lovely and he's calling you his good boy and he f-feels so good-!! you've tried training yourself to last … longer… but it's futile… all he can tell you is just;; “... be a good boy and clean it up.” a dash humorously. you were so stupid and adorable, that he couldn't not exploit your affection for him. obviously, you wouldn't be opposed to eating your cum out of his cunt, right? of course not. you would never oppose him. wanting the others to write in jealousy like the bastard you were - that damned man you were rivals with - competing for dio's affection when it's so obvious lord dio has chose you as his little mutt to shower in insults and affection..

maneuvering himself to hover over your face, your cum dripping from his folds and fuck he looks so beautiful. marveling... you couldn't get enough of the mere scent of his cunt and now… fluttering above you - dio paying no heed to your twitching ears and a little uncaring of your sudden lowly whimpers and - promptly sits… your face buried in his cunt drenched in your cum, choking before steeling yourself over and eagerly lapping your disgusting salty fluids from his pussy - nearly begging as your tail whips at a lightning speed pace - arms wrapping around his thighs, no restraint as he so insulted you for… thanking him. as his good pet should! “thank you… t-thank you,,, lord dio.. mmfgh.” in-between licks, before focusing on the hole pouring his fluids - intermingled with yours… cock straining, nearly cumming again from the taste and scent alone.,,

#x male reader #male reader #top male reader #x top male reader #x sub male reader! #sub male reader #dio brando x male reader #dio brando x m reader! #jjba x m reader #jjba x male reader #hoorayy!!^!^!!! #jojo =͟͟͞͞★

[cheonstapes]

miguel o’hara stars in… ‘THE SWEETER THE JUICE’ o(^-^)o

･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡. miguel o’hara x reader .｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･

SMUT

now he’s finally got you pregnant, he’s gonna do what he’s been dreaming of all these years. suck. those. tits.

same universe as this miguel.

cw; lactation kink, pregnancy, breeding kink (not really but yknow me), dry humping, titties, older nerd!miguel, they’re finally married!

800+ words

@cheonstapes : she’s back! again!

if miguel had to pick a part of your body he loved the most, it’d definitely be your tits.

if you think he was obsessed before — you don’t wanna know what goes through his head as he watches you waddle around his house, carrying his kid, sighing every time you leak through another shirt. you had forgone a bra ever since you got pregnant, saying how uncomfortable they feel against your chest — not that he was complaining.

“for fucks-sake, again?”

he was so used to hearing you say that, he already had a shirt on hand for you to change into. you were so grateful for your doting husband that you completely missed that nasty glint in his eyes you usually only see when he’s bending you over the bed and fucking you raw — luckily for him.

“here, honey. lift your arms for me.”

as you do, he pulls the shirt up — the soiled fabric catching under your swollen breasts as he wiggles it off you. “ah, shit — thanks, baby. but fuck, am i’m so tired of changing shirts every 10 minutes!” you might be tired, but miguel cannot get enough of it. he was already so fucking hard, practically salivating at the sight of your bare breasts still leaking down your heavy belly.

“maybe you should just ditch the shirts all together, love — you know i hate seeing my beautiful wife uncomfortable.” miguel’s voice was a soft whisper in your ear, lips slowly tracing down the side of your jaw to your sensitive neck — kissing the skin so tenderly. his calloused hands gently massaged the taut flesh of your tits, probing and squeezing at your nipples to let out small trickles of that sweet milk.

“migs, how many times are you gonna say that?”

“as many as it takes for you to finally listen.”

the breathy laugh you let out did little to qualm the feeling deep in his gut — he was dead serious, there was absolutely no reason for you to be in shirts all the time when you have him to take care of you whenever you needed a good milking. his hips were already sinking into to the plush of your ass that he loved oh-so-much — especially with how much fatter it got during your pregnancy.

it was almost as if he had lost control of his body, a hand landing on your waist to bend you over the counter as he mindlessly ruts into you. “dios, nena, eres tan hermosa. vas a ser la mamá más guapa, ¿verdad? mm, my pretty, little mama.” miguel never failed to turn you on to no bounds, like, you have a walking greek god as a husband — but those fucking hormones were making it unbearable.

the force at which he was pushing against you had shifted your drenched panties to the side, leaving practically nothing between you and his drooling bulge. his fingers tightened around the fat of your hips, squeezing the flesh delicious hard as his free hand flipped you over — pushing your back against the edge of the counter. “shit…been waiting to taste these all fucking day, honey.”

mindful of your growing belly, he hiked one of your legs up on his hip — craning his neck down to suck on a pert nipple. wasting no time, and at a much better angle, he continued to grind against you — his tip catching against your engorged clit. “m—migs, baby, fuck…” the way he swirled and sucked so eagerly reminded you of when you first started dating, how determined he was to knock you up before the two of you even moved in together.

the taste was so addicting, some of your milk trickling down his body — dripping onto the ground beneath you. you knew he was about to cum, hard — his eyes had rolled back, breathing in heavy pants, hands rushing to pull down the waistband of his sweats. “gonna paint my girls in my cum, love — sé una buena chica y mantenlos juntos para mí.”

“‘course, baby.” you nodded breathlessly, squishing the globes of fat together as he pumped his cock dry — head thrown back as ropes upon ropes of his hot seed coated your tits, sliding into the self-made crevice. “god, what did i do in my past life to have a wife as sexy as you, mamí?” his spent cock bobbed against his thigh as he trapped you against the counter — kissing you deeply as his wet hands reaching up to rub the cum into the skin of your breasts.

“mmph — y’know, i heard cum’s good for the skin. it, uh, helps with the blood circulation in your tits — i think we should do this more often, love.”

“migs, if you weren’t, like — a whole scientist, i might’ve believed you. if you want a titjob, just say that.”

“…i mean, you said it — not me.”

all your home shirts were promptly locked away and never to be seen again.

-new year, new waiting for cheon to get her shit together andpost!

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[xbellaxcarolinax]

Cállate

Miguel O'Hara x f!reader

Summary: Miguel thinks you talk too much.

S m u t. P in v, dirty talk, Miguel being mean? Cream pie, cum eating. Jfc.

Minors DNI. I'm warning you 😤

It's not that he hated you.

Miguel O'Hara could never hate you. You just annoyed him to no end. Pushed his buttons. Teased him.

"Miguelitoooo," you'd sing in that stupid tone, "you need to relax. You brood too much. Such a broody man, hmm?"

Miguelito.

The goddamn nickname drove him up the wall, though at this point he wasn't too sure if it was irritation, or the lust that's been grabbing hold of his cock lately. What was it about you that had his head spinning with a feral need to sink his teeth into your flesh? To shove his cock so deep inside you you'd be rendered speechless for once?

Fuck, you were annoying. While he was a man of few words, you spoke as if on a fucking time limit, spewing nonsense every chance you could get. Everytime he looked at you it was a rush of emotion, and he didn't know whether to punch something or grab you by the shoulders and shut you the fuck up himself with his lips.

He decided on the latter.

You sauntered into his private headquarters in that tight little suit of yours, already running your mouth a mile a minute about...something. It might have been important, but Miguel wasn't listening, too busy watching the way your hips swayed.

"Miguelito, are you listening? Or are you too busy brooding as usual?" You were looking down at your watch, pressing on a few buttons distractedly, "Honestly, I don't know how you became the brains of this operation."

You stood in front of him, such a little thing compared to his massive size, your eyes still on your watch. "Have you been ignoring Lyla?"

"I put her on do not disturb."

You snorted, finally bringing your eyes to his intimidating ones, "Oh, so I guess I'm disturbing you too, huh?"

"Always." With a grunt, Miguel snatched you by the waist, losing his patience completely. You gasped, surprised by his actions, but you smiled knowingly, looking up at him with doe-like eyes. Finally.

"A first date would be nice, Miguelito-"

"Shut up." He growled, baring his glistening fangs. "Cállate, por Dios."

He wasted no time, immediately surging forward to capture your lips, silencing you efficiently. It was a hungry kiss, sloppy, more tongues than anything else. He pulled moan after moan from you, stripping you both down in a matter of seconds before nipping at the delicate skin of your neck and shoulders.

Miguel had you up against the wall, his brute strength holding you up with ease. You quickly wrapped your legs around his hips, eyes rolling as he slid his large cock over your slippery folds.

"M-miguel," his name fell from your mouth beautifully as you held on to his broad shoulders for dear life, "Miguel, p-please."

"When are you gonna learn to shut up, hm?" He groaned, his arousal igniting from the obscene sounds of your slick cunt coating the underside of his length, "when are you gonna learn to keep your mouth shut for five seconds?" You were cock drunk already, mouth hanging open and tears threatening to fall from your pretty eyes.

"I-"

"Cállate, hermosa, just shut up and take this cock," Miguel muttered over your lips, lining his cock up carefully before nudging your pussy open with the fat head of his dick. You choked, tears finally bursting from your eyes, dampening both your faces as he held you close. Your cunt clamped down on his cock with every inch he pushed in, causing you to cry out.

"Shh, I got you, just let me in," he cooed in the most gentle way he'd ever been with you, "I know you can take this cock, mhm, así, just like that, open that pretty pussy up for me."

You moaned whorishly, your head falling back against the wall with a thump as Miguel began a merciless pace, immediately reaching the place where you needed him the most.

"Ohhh fuck, Miguel," you cried, your juices coating his thighs with every stroke of his cock as he pounded and pounded and pounded into you, "you're so d-deep." More juices leaked from your cunt, giving Miguel easier access into your slick channel.

"Quiet hermosa," he heaved, holding you tight against his merciless hips while clamping a large hand over your mouth, "don't want the others to know how good I'm fucking you, ehh?" The only sounds heard in the room were your muffled cries, his grunts, and his balls slapping against your ass as his cock slipped in and out of you.

You wanted to say something, anything really, to shove him off his high horse, but you couldn't, too far up in cloud nine to do anything but drool all over his palm and let his thick cock kiss your cervix repeatedly, bruisingly, deliciously.

"Asi, hermosa," Miguel sticks out his tongue, lapping at the salty tears streaking your cheeks, "calladita se ve más bonita, hm?" He knew you were close, he felt it in the way your pussy tightened on his cock. He kept ramming his hips into you, grunting with every stroke.

"So fucking tight," he groaned, dropping his head on your shoulder, "I imagined this so many times, stuffing you with my cock, but fuck, who knew it'd be like this?"

"M-miguel, please," you whined, ripping his hand away from your mouth, "p-please."

He pierced his fangs into your neck, and that was when the dam broke. You gushed all over his cock, eyes rolling and mouth open as you silently came. Your pussy spasmed, fluttering over Miguel's cock as he lapped up the blood beading from the tiny wound he inflicted.

"That's it," he cooed, holding you tightly in his arms as you shuddered, "that's my girl." His strokes were sloppy now, too lost in your delicious wet heat to be as precise. After a few more thrusts, he buried his head in your neck again, releasing a growl from the very pits of his stomach, deep and aggressive, as he pumped his seed inside you.

Miguel held you for a moment, the both of you catching your breath. You were like a ragdoll over him, and he chuckled, nuzzling you with his nose. He released you, letting his cock slip out. His cum ran down your leg, white and hot as he gently set you on the ground. He hummed, taking two of his large fingers and scooping up some of the mess he made between your legs before smearing it over your lips.

"Open." He commanded, and you obediently did as told, opening your mouth and curling your tongue around his digits, savoring the taste of your combined juices with lidded eyes. You moaned at the tangy taste, your hands flying to skim down the length of his chiseled abdomen.

Miguel watched you, caging you in with one arm against the wall, mesmerized at how your mouth worked over his fingers.

You looked absolutely fucked out, skin flushed, hair a mess, but most of all, quiet.

#spiderman across the spiderverse #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara smut #spiderverse

[clementine-thedestroyer]

Miguel O’Hara x reader - Come to bed

Warnings: fem reader, smut, nsfw, AFAB language, piv sex, overstimulation, and a slightly annoyed Miguel. You and Miguel are also married btw.

Basically, sleepy Miguel fucks you because you wouldn’t come to bed and let him sleep. Fluffy at first, then turns smutty.

Miguel walked into the kitchen, immediately squinting his eyes and bringing his hand up to block the glaring lights of the kitchen as he grumbled. “¿Amor? Dios mios…”

Your husband was always a sight to behold, in all of his forms- but the sweet domesticity of this one must be one of the best. The way he stood before you in nothing but his boxers- how his voice was still deep and gravely from waking up- the way he rubbed the sleep from his bleary eyes- it was perfect.

Miguel shuffled his feet, coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest and resting his chin on top of your head as he mumbled his complaints. “What are you doing up? Love, It’s 2 AM. Why are all the lights on?”

“I was hungry…” You murmur, looking down at the plate of mix-matched leftovers you had scrounged from the fridge.

“Yes, pretty. I can see, but why does warming up leftovers require you to turn on every light in the house.” Miguel said, poking fun at you as his fingers crept under the hem of your shirt, caressing the soft skin of your stomach as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

You can’t help the smile that spreads across your face at Miguel’s teasing. “Go back to bed, Miguel. I’ll be there in a minute.”

Miguel, however, did not go back to bed. He instead followed you around, sitting down with you on the couch and holding you tightly against him

“You’re like a lost puppy, Miguel. Can you not sleep without me there?” You tease, looking back and smirking at Miguel.

Miguel, for his part, looks practically asleep behind you- his eyes half closed as he rests his head on your shoulder, mumbling barely intelligible words into the crook of your neck. “‘m not a puppy. ‘m a wolf… a big, bad, scary, and protective wolf.”

The (frankly, adorable) sight is enough to send a pang of guilt through your chest from keeping your poor, exhausted husband awake- so you do your best to quickly eat the food you’ve made for yourself.

Once you’ve finished, you had to wake Miguel up, but once he was awake, he was immediately herding you back towards the bedroom. With one hand on your back, gently pushing you forward through the hall, and the other rubbing at his tired eyes.

You couldn’t help but giggle at his incessant nudges. “Hey! Miguel! I gotta go pee first!”

“Nu-uh. Nothing else. Back to bed.”

“Miguel!!” You laughed, ducking under his arm and running into the bathroom, locking the door behind you.

You went to the bathroom as fast as you could, but not fast enough for Miguel, who stood outside the door whining the entire time.

“¡Por favor! ¡Date prisa, amor!”

When you finished and unlocked the door, you found a rather pitiful looking Miguel on the other side- who immediately scooped you up in his arms and carried you to your bedroom despite the light hearted protest you mounted against him.

“Miguel!! I gotta brush my teeth before I go back to bed! I just ate!!” You say, grinning as you squirmed in his arms and managed to slip away. Only for a strong arm to wrap around your waist and pull you back, hoisting you up in the air and over Miguel’s shoulder.

“That’s it. You’re coming to bed right now. No ifs, ands, or buts. Except your butt, in bed.”

You couldn’t deny the shiver Miguel’s words sent through you. This poor man- your dear husband- who was so clearly exhausted and wanted nothing more than to lay down with his wife and go back to sleep. However... there was a threat in those words. One that you were itching to press him on.

“But- Miguel!” You whined, only to be cut off by a harsh slap to your ass and a startled yelp escaping you.

“I said, no buts.” Miguel growled, tossing you onto the bed and climbing on top of you.

You couldn’t help the burning need quickly growing inside of you, because Miguel looked practically primal above you. With his messy, sleep-tousled hair- the way his voice was still just as deep and scratchy as when he first got up- how perfect he looked above you, in nothing but his boxers as he pinned you down on the bed.

Miguel yanked down your pajama bottoms and underwear, eliciting a surprised yelp from you at the sudden rush of cold air. “You always decide to be a brat at the worst times. You couldn’t just listen tonight and come to bed one of the five times I told you. No, you had to keep running around and doing whatever the hell else you felt like doing. And now, you're going to stay in this bed, whether you like it or not.”

The sudden press of Miguel’s large, warm, and calloused thumb against your hole was enough to make you clench around nothing , pressing your hips down to try and get some of that thumb inside of you. Only for Miguel yo scoff and pull his hand away.

“No. Don’t move. You’re going to be a good girl and sit there and take it. I stayed up with you for the past half hour, waiting patiently for you. So now, it’s your turn. You're gonna lay right here and take exactly what I give you, got it?”

You quickly nodded your head, desperate enough for his touch that you’d probably agree to just about anything.

Miguel growled, pressing the tip of his cock against your hole and just barely pressing it in- rubbing it against your lips as he spoke to you. “You’re so wet for me already, you don’t even need any prep, do you?”

Your cunt tensed around nothing as his cock slid over your hole, nearly making you start to beg for him to just put it in already- only for him to push his entire length in as soon as you opened your mouth to speak- resulting in a loud moan falling from your lips as he bottomed out.

Miguel smiled to himself, looking at you with a clear air of pride at how loud he just made you moan for him. “You seem much more docile now that I have you all stretched out on my cock, pretty lady.” He comments, pulling out slowly, only to thrust back in and begin to fuck into you, quickly establishing a brutal pace.

“Is this the only way I can get some sleep around here? Do I have to fuck all the energy out of you? Hm?” Miguel asks as yet another embarrassing moan falls from your lips at his words.

Moans fell freely from your mouth as the lewd sounds of sex filled the room. With Miguel’s pace, it wasn’t long before you felt your orgasm start to build.

You cry out, reaching a hand down to hold Miguel’s. “Miguel! Miggy! Miggy I’m close! ’m gonna cum!”

“Good.” Miguel growls, intertwining your’s and his fingers and pressing your hand against the pillow. “Cum for me, love.”

all you can do is nod dumbly as your orgasm washes over you- Miguel reaching down to play with your clit as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm.

As you came down from your high, you realized Miguel was still fucking into you- the pleasure from just seconds ago quickly turning into painful overstimulation.

“I-it’s too much!! T-too much!” You whined, desperately trying to squirm off of Miguel’s cock, only for him to smile and take your other hand, intertwining your fingers and pinning both hands down- holding you in place as he fucked you harder on his cock.

“Remember what I said? Take what I give you?” Miguel said, smirking and fucking into you with new intensity as he held you in place. “Well it’s a two way street. You always have to take what I give you. Whether it’s not enough, or too much. I don’t care. You’re. Going. To. Take it.” Miguel punctuated each of his final words with deep, powerful thrusts. Leaving you nothing but an overstimulated mess beneath him, whining as his hips stuttered and you felt his cum fill you up.

Miguel didn’t pull out, still hovering over you as he panted and caught his breath.

After a moment, he scooped you up in his arms and rolled both of you onto your sides, holding you tightly against his chest and kissing your forehead as he murmured sweet praises into your ear.

“You’re so pretty for me. So good to me too. You feel so good, you know that? You’re so warm- so soft and perfect for me. You’re always perfect for me, love.”

You nodded sleepily, happily curled up in Miguel’s strong arms- his cock and cum warming you from the inside out, and the thick comforter that Miguel pulls up encasing you and him in a warm cocoon of shared body heat. You couldn’t help but press closer to Miguel’s chest, your eyes slipping shut as you relaxed in his embrace.

In the end, Miguel finally got what he wanted- laying in bed, warm and cozy under the covers, holding his wife against his chest as he fell asleep. Although, there would be a bit of a mess in the morning to deal with.

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[tommydarlings]

pretty mess | c.s

pairing: mean!dom!carlos x sub!reader

warnings: smut, overstimulation, dacryphilia

w/c: 0.6k

summary: carlos loves overstimulating you while you cry and beg for him.

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You were so far gone already as you threw your head back and moaned, palms fisting the bedsheets beneath your sweating body as your entire body shook with pleasure and also a bit of pain.

Carlos buried his face into the crook of your neck, letting his nose run along your skin as he chuckled into your neck, “C‘mon, do it again cariño, cum for me again, know you can,” he nodded before he bit your neck, letting his tongue glide over the spot he just bit.

You groaned, fisting his dark hair with your other hand now, “C-Carlos, I don’t think I-”

“I know you can… and you know that as well,” he nodded with a mean smirk, lips only slightly dancing over the skin of your neck and collarbones, “No me mientas, no me mientas, joder,” don’t lie to me, don’t fucking lie to me.

The Spaniard shook his head as he felt your soft hand pulling on his hair in utter desperation while his long fingers went in and out of your drenched cunt, collecting some juice and rubbing your pearly clit with it before he shoved them mercilessly back into you.

“Oh g-god, Carlos!” Your legs started shaking next to his arm, tears blurring your vision as you were only able to stared at the ceiling.

Carlos licked his lips before he attacked your neck and collarbone area again, marking your skin up with bites and kisses,

“just like that… so fucking tight and wet, dios mío,” good god, Carlos mumbled under his breath as he glanced down at your clenching pussy around his two fingers, “don’t hold back, baby, want you to cum again, c‘mon,” he looked up at your trembling figure with dark eyes.

You gasped as your breathing quickened, “B-But I already came so m-many times, p-please,” you cried out in a hoarse tone.

Your boyfriend kissed your neck again before he smiled wickedly, “Oh but that’s doesn’t matter, cariño,” he shook his head, kissing your collarbones with closed eyes as his hand picked its pace up, making you wildly throw your head back again, “you’re gonna cum as many times as I want, are we clear?” He asked in a raspy tone.

You shook your head but Carlos only continuously nodded his head with an evil smile, “oh yes, you will,” he looked up at you through dark pupils, “Lo harás, cariño.“ you will, baby.

Then, Carlos glanced down at his wet fingers again, biting his lip as he noticed how they’re all covered in your arousal,

“Look at that, my pretty girl,” he grinned before he leaned down and quickly licked his fingers clean before he shoved them back into you with a groan, “such a beautiful mess I’ve created, fuck,” he breathed out as he watched how his long fingers stretched your tight entrance out.

You loudly whined in a high pitched tone, desperately trying to squeeze the tears out of your eyes,

“you’re taking it so good, tan jodidamente bueno para mí,” so fucking good for me, your boyfriend smirked down at your clenching pussy before he impulsively gave your wet clit and open-mouthed kiss, making you unintentionally jump at the sudden feeling of his big lips on your clit.

You pathetically tried to push his head with your shaking hands away, but Carlos didn’t move an inch, not even for a single second, while you continued whining and crying, repeatedly panting his name in between the small cries of pain and pleasure.

Carlos chucked into your pussy, neither mouth nor tongue leaving you alone, “trying to get me away from you, huh? Guess you’ll have to try harder than that, cariño…I won’t go anywhere,” he mumbled before he went back to sucking and flicking your clit like a starved man.

#fanfic #fanfiction #f1 #smut #carlos sainz x reader #Carlos sainz #carlos sainz smut #carlos sainz x reader smut #carlos sainz ferrari #f1 smut #f1 x reader #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #f1 fic #classic f1 #smutty

[cenittxnadir]

Lunch Box SingleDad!Miguel O´Hara x Reader

I think i'm going to make a small serie of SingleDad Miguel. Its going to have small fics, drabbles and headcanons. This is the second one I make, but is not a sequel so can read it any order you want.

You have been dating Miguel for awhile now and everything was perfect. Gaby and you got along quite fast, a little too fast. But she loves you and you love her.

Her favorite thing is the weekend, that means that you would stay at their house, so she has you and her dad for two whole days. She knows that Miguel has a time consuming job yours was a little more flexible but still.

Miguel loved how things were going, he was really happy but he couldn't help to feel a little bit jealous about the little bond you made with her daughter. Don't get him wrong, he loves you both, of course his type of love is different from one to another. He loves how you care for Gabriela and how she loves to spend time with you, but sometimes he feels that he's left outside. He just couldn't help it, he wants to have that communication that you have with her daughter, she tells you things that probably she would never tell him about, on the other side, he wants to have your full undivided attention only for him. There are days when he doesn't want to share his daughter and others when he doesn't want to share you.

You knew about it, he gets all grumpy when he hears you talking low in Gaby's room when you have your "girls night". He has tried to walk "by accident" in the middle of your chat only to get a "it's nothing" in response and then a few giggles when he leaves the room. Gaby and you use this to bother him.

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It had just past one of those weekends, and now it was monday, your day off, so you didn´t left.

Miguel heard his alarm sound, he turn it off with a groan and turn his boby to reach you, but he felt your bed space empty he got up quickly from his place looking for you, you were nowhere in the bedroom, all lights where out except for the little light that came out under the door meaning someone was on the kitchen or living room.

Against his will he got up, he felt cold without your presence. He rubbed his sleepines off his face with his hands. He didn´t want to get up yet, he would dragg you back to bed and sleep late until he had to "call sick" so he can spend more time with you.

When he arrived to the kitchen he saw you there, looking for something in the freezer, you were still in pijamas wich was pretty much some shorts and a shirt courtesy of Miguel's closet. He can hear the sizzle of the pans on the stove and the smell of whatever you were cooking.

"What are you doing up? It´s 6:15 am" His voice was low and groggy.

You gave a little jump, you didn´t expected to see him awake you turn to see him with a hand in her chest. "Dios mío Miguel, give me a warning." He just kept looking at her waiting for an answer. "Oh, I´m making a lunch box for Gabriela"

"Why? She eats at school" He look at you more confused

"Oh, well hehe, she told me that last week there was an insect on her smash potatoes"

"Why I didn´t knew about this?" An insect on his daugther´s food!? That was unacceptable, he would definitely change her from school.

"Because she didn´t want to worry you, besides i´m more than happy to cook for her, its not the first time I make her a lunch box, I usually made them in my apartment and bring them to her school in my luch hour" You star packing everything in her lunch box - funny thing: it was from Spiderman-

His eyes never left you, he followed every movement you made until his stomach rumbled in the middle of the silences. You looked at him. "I´m going to start breakfast. Go get ready."

He gave one last look to the lunch box then he turn to you standing in the middle just like a small kid. "Hmmm... Love? Can i get..." he lower his voice.

You turn to see him "You can get what?"

"I said if I could get..." Again. He wisper

"Mi amor habla más fuerte, no te entiendo. ¿Qué necesitas?"

"Que si puedo tener una yo también" He exchange looks between the lunch box and you.

"A lunch box? You want me to make one for you?"

"Yes please"

You couldn't keep yourself from smiling "Claro que si mi amorcito, I can make you one" You grab his face "Go get ready for work"

Minutes later everyone had finished eating Gabi clean the table while Miguel was getting his stuff in the trunk once he was done he told Gabriela to get in the car and wait for him.

He ran back to the kitchen to grab his lunch box in the counter.

"Wait Miguel, you forgot your dessert" You handle him a small box similar to the bigger one which contains the main food only that this one was cold. "Keep it cold until dessert time my love, its a surprise"

"Gracias"

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He can´t concentrate in work, he was constantly looking to the small freezer that he kept in his office, far from Hobie - he tend to stole his food- checking allmost every minute his watch hoping time moves faster so lunch time could arrive and finaly eat whatever you made him.

Finally lunch time arrived and he enjoy every single bite of his food, he felt like a kid again, eating home food in peace. Once hi finished his food he began to clean everything until he found the small box, he was full but he didn´t care it was his dessert, made by his lovly girlfirend, of course he´s going to eat it.

He opened the box, it took him a while to process what was happening, he grabbed what was inside lifting it up to get a better look. It was a strawberry, a blue one, with something red on it. Once he took a better look he almost let a squeal scape his lips, they were straberries covered in blue chocolate with some marks made with red chocoalte pretending to be his Spiderman mask.

He was definitely going to hide them from Hobie.

#miguel o'hara #spiderman #spiderman 2099 #across the spiderverse #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara fluff #miguel o'hara fanfiction

[sovereignjojoz]

how they carry you/you them (ultimate edition)

Pairings: Jonathan x reader, dio…x reader?Joseph x reader, Ceaser x reader, jotaro x reader, polenarff x reader, Avdol x reader, josuke x reader, Rohan x reader.

Warnings: weird, partial fluff, partial crack, idk, dio?, tired at Rohan’s.

Notes - for all the love on the Bucci gang edition!<3

Jonathan Joestar

Gotta be Bridal style

The og gentleman

Very traditional

He just loves to carry you he would carry you always if he could.

He’ll probably spin you around too, he’s just so sweet!

Carrying him

I mean if you insist!

It’s quite unusual in Victorian society so he’s a bit befuddled.

But if it pleases you then go ahead!

Dio Brando…

He’s just gonna be a manhandler.

He’s not sweet or nice, none of that lovey dovey stuff he’s gonna do what he wants.

He’ll carry you, drag you, whatever, he fr doesn’t care.

Not very romantic.

Carries you however he wants even if it’s never been heard of.

Kinda possessive, he might squeeze you tight if others look at you.

Touchy.

Honestly bad overall, but you dio simps probably don’t care, that’s why you like him after all! (Affectionate)🥰

Carrying him

He expects this, don’t be daft.

And he’s not gonna make it easy.

He might even make u carry him on a throne, after all he’s dio and it’s what he deserves.🤷🏽‍♀️

Joseph Joestar

To put it simply, he’s a troll.

Every time he carries you, he’ll pick you up bridal style and secure you in his arms, and only once you’ve wrapped your arms around his neck or have gotten comfortable he’ll either a) pretend to drop you (if he’s feeling kinder) or b) actually drop you.

Then he’ll laugh rambunctiously.

“C’mon babe, ya fall for it every time and it gets funnier every t-“

“Jojo!”

“ ouch my ear! ‘m sorry!”

Seems like the kinda guy who likes to carry you whilst doing squats or other gym activities just to show off his strength, he especially loves it if it gets a ride out of you.

Overall annoying

Will not put you down.

Likes to make you squirm by carrying you with one arm and touching/tickling your feet like the weirdo he is.

Kinda touchy.

So so annoying.

Will definitely show off in front of Caeser

Carrying him

Never offer

He gets even more annoying.

As soon as you've picked him up, he'll make himself as heavy as he can and literally drop all his weight on you just so you struggle.

And he's so audacious and sassy.

He'll taunt you with comments like, "oh, is that struggling I see, huh? You insisted on carrying me so chop chop."

He even snaps his fingers at you.

Just drop him.

Caeser Zeppelli

Hm, ever the charmer isn’t he?

You just know he absolutely loves carrying his s/o.

It’s obvious knowledge that he has a notorious history of being a playboy, and because of his experience with women, he knows what women like, what little gestures make them blush, how they prefer to be held etc.

So he’s going to put the knowledge he’s accumulated on you, he wants to make you swoon.

He somehow manages to always gets the timing right too, he will literally sweep you off your feet like Prince Charming.

He’ll probably want to kiss you too and like pull you really close to his chest.

He definitely wants a s/o who gets easily flustered when he carries them! No matter if you cover your face, blush, squirm he doesn’t care, he wants that reaction!

“Caeser put me down!” You whisper-shouted, trying and failing to push him away, you were literally in front of Lisa Lisa!

He kissed your neck chastely, “why Cara? I quite like you in my arms.”

“Mpmph!”

Likes to show off in front of Joseph.

Carrying him

He’ll blush out of surprise.

It’s feels so foreign to him, he’s not quite sure if he likes it!

He’ll definitely be more vulnerable to getting flustered!

Overall, he prefers to do the flustering and carrying.

Kujo Jotaro

Listen, I’m not even going to lie, you’re probably going to have to jump/floor him to get him to carry you…

Or you’re going to have to annoy him 24/7 so he considers it, just so he can get you to finally shut up.

“Jojo, Jojo, Jojo, please! I really really love you jojo! And you would do the same if you love meee-!”

Literally knocks you off of your feet.

Might just leave you on the floor.

Or he’ll hold you for one second, the drop you (heart eyes).

Jump on his back and you’ll get a piggy back for like 5 seconds or something before he pushes you off.

Small bonus! Part 4 jotaro! (+ jolyne)

Becomes more open to carrying you.

Still would rather not but if you insist fine.

He’ll brashly pick you up, stand still and hold you bridal style.

Baby Jolyne will make grabby hands and he’ll pick her up with one hand and carry you and her both.

Carries both you and baby Jolyne like sacs of potatoes.

Will put baby Jolyne on his shoulders.

Carrying him

Don’t try it, he’s got good reflexes, you might get knocked out.

He’ll probably wobble around because he doesn’t get carried.

Hates it.

Jean-Pierre Polnareff

My babygirl.

He’s such a romantic.

He just wants to pamper you and spoil you by making you not have to do anything ever, including walking!

“Ma Cherie! Please, don’t dirty your beautiful shoes in that puddle, allow me.”

Loves the feel of you close to him.

Wants you to jump on him, in his arms, any place any time.

Lil bit touchy.

He’ll speak to you in French too even if you can’t understand it (especially if you can’t) just to make you swoon more.

Sometimes he’ll carry you and dance just because.

Just lifts you when he’s extremely happy.

Give him affection!

Carrying him

If you love it he loves it.

He doesn’t care he just wants you to be happy.

Surprised at your strength though!

And he becomes very blushy too.

Avdol

You gotta be practical with him.

He won’t refuse but he certainly won’t endorse it unless you both have privacy, he’s not a fan of pda unlike others on here (cough Caeser, Joseph and Polenarff).

He’ll carry you if you’re injured though, and he’ll be so tender, making sure not to hurt you.

In terms of carrying you, he prefers the more romantic side of things such as carrying you to bed.

Although if you want to be silly and like do challenges he may indulge you once or twice even though he may not be so fond of such things.

One thing is though you absolutely cannot get caught by Joseph! He wouldn’t be able to handle the teasing!

Carrying him

The first time you attempt it, he’ll definitely grip you tightly out of surprise.

“Oh my!”

The look of pure shock on his face is so cute.

He might ask you to put him down after a while though.

He may let you carry him once or twice more.

The best Jojo Higashkiata Josuke

Similar to Mista, he LOVES to carry you in any way he can.

Like he’ll tackle you in order to carry you, in fact a lot of the time him carrying you stems from you and him play fighting.

His favourite way to carry you is putting you on his shoulder and doing whatever he wants, like he might even put you on his shoulder then go about having a normal conversation with okuyasu???

I can’t get this out of my head but I envision running at you at max speed and just picking you up, putting you on his shoulder and continuing running.

And the reason varies like sometimes it’s valid like kira will be in the vicinity and other times it’s so random.

“Oh shi- [name]! We have to go we’re gonna be late to meet my mom at the dentists.”

Carrying him

Again you’ll probably struggle.

And he’ll laugh at you and tease you.

Maybe even take a picture.

This is the time for him to relax, y’know?

He’s shameless too, like he’ll call okuyasu whilst you struggle and be like “you got this babe, anyway…”

If Rohan ever sees this is just another reason on the list of why he doesn’t like Josuke.

Kishibe Rohan

No.

He doesn’t have time for such trivial things, he’s got to work on things such as his manga.

This is something that idiot Josuke would do, not him.

But then he remembers that you’re his s/o and this will make you really happy, so he sighs and closes his sketchbook and indulges you.

Keeps it short and sweet.

When he puts you down they’ll be a couple of lingering touches.

Throw your arms around his neck, and kiss him, and tell him how much you love him then he’ll indulge you more.

Carrying him

Absolutely not, will jump out of your hold immediately and scowl.

#jjba x reader #jonathan joestar x reader #dio brando x reader #joseph joestar x reader #caeser zeppeli x reader #jotaro x reader #polnareff x reader #avdol x reader #josuke x reader #rohan x reader #jjba headcanons #jjba fluff #this is so stupid #but I had to write it for my bbgs polnareff and ceaser because they deserve it #Rohan too but I got lazy by the end #CAESER NEEDS MORE LOVE

[nobianna]

Bestie/Dominican!connie X blackfem!reader with glasses

Glasses kink, connie nutted all over ya glasses, switch reader and connie..?!, a bit of spit kink if you squint, oral, m receiving , pet names(mami, baby) , sum spanish, not proof read, support black writers 🫶🏼

Connie had his fingers in your mouth in the back seat of his car.

Your bestie just had to rush you out of jeans party when he seen that outfit you were wearing

He was watching you the whole night, he saw the way your hips swayed while you danced upon your friends just wishing it was him.

And who were you to not grant your besties wish?

Especially when you felt him staring at you the whole night. You Sat on top of him while waiting for him to dick you down as he finger fucked your throat, he was getting turned watching and hearing you gag around his fingers.

you felt his bulge throbbing as he thrusted his fingers into your mouth.

your glasses were slightly tilted off of your face when connie slid his fingers out of your mouth and down to your neck squeezing it bringing you in for for a sloppy kiss.

his eyes were half-lidded as he sucked on the tip of your tongue.

"abre la boca" you complied easily opening your mouth for him, his saliva dropped onto you’re tongue making you instantly swallow it as you palmed his boner.

“God I’m gonna fuck you up princesa”

You giggled as you unbuckled his pants ready to try and take him.

Connie was easily a good 7-8 inches so taking him was always a challenge.

One that you were up for nun the less.

You started by placing open mouthed kisses all around his tip, his breath hitched at your teasing.

His pre cum was leaking out as you started kissing down his shaft. You brung your head up licking up his pre cum cause him to whimper out.

“Did you like that pa?” You looked up at him through foggy lenses. “…fuckkk yesss ma”

“Yea?”

He let out a low moan as you spit on his tip before jerking it down his shaft.

Connie was growing agitated at the constant teasing and he simply just couldn’t take it anymore.

He put his hands on the sides of before roughly fucking up into your throat; making you gag.

He continued to fuck your mouth, you met his thrust half way watching his face contort to pure pleasure.

His spews of praise was enough get you wet

“Ss-AHhh…dios mío baby”

“lo e-estás haciendo muy b-bien”

“So g-goooood baby fuck!”

His constant praises, faces , and sounds had you ready to cum for him already.

He thrust came to a halt

“Fuck fuck fuck..” his voice came out Whiney with a small laugh

He lifted your head up watching the trail of spit leave from his base, your glasses were damn near off of your face and the heavy breaths you let out…it was all making Connie much more feral.

“Can you still take it Con? Is it to much for you? You asked in a sultry voice.

He laughed a little, slightly out of breath

“Mmp-h I can take it ma”

He dug his hands into the seat beside him as you lowered your mouth to his shaft again.

“Puedo hazme venir por ti”

You gripped the base of his shaft while licking up to the tip before circling around it with you’re tongue

“Ohh fuck mami”

His hands gripping the seat, his eyes looking down at you, and his face is fucked out.

You started to kiss and suckle his reddened tip watching him shiver

watching him come undone was a sight for sore eyes.

His hips were thrusting uncontrollably as he desperately wanted to cum all over you.

“I’m gonna c-cum… fuckkk mami I’m gonna cummm” it was more of a warning, he was twitching from the constant pleasure coming from his sensitive crotch

“Are you gonna cum for me baby? Can you please come for me?”

Your voice was all he needed to hear.

His eyes now resided in the back of his head with his mouth wide open

His leg was constantly jerking form the stimulation and his hands couldn’t find a final destination as you stroked him waiting for his nut.

“Oh my god ma…fuck imcummingimcummingimcunming……FUCKKKK”

He shouted as he let out thick white ropes across your face, mouth, and glasses.

“Oh my god…s-shitttt”

He looked at you while you were licking your lips laughing

“Did it feel good baby?”

You couldn’t even see his fucked out face from your glasses being covered in his essence.

You took them off licking his cum right off them while maintaining eye contact with him

He didn’t say anything but he didn’t need to his deep breaths, agape mouth, and his dick that re-hardened had said enough.

He laughed looking around clearly thinking about something

“Get up here you slut”

a/n It’s mid ik shut up😒 I had something better written but TUMBLR DELETED IT so I gave tf up anyways my man🫶🏼🙃

🏷: @ykimobessed @timelesssbeautyy @dollypipp @viisgrave

#aot fandom #black writers #black reader #connie springer #connie smut #connie springer x black reader smut #connie x reader smut #connie x black y/n #onyankopon smut #armin arlet headcanons #eren x black reader #eren jeager smut #cancel white bitches #aot imagines #shingeki no kyoujin fanfiction #snk fanfiction

[jaquemuses]

hola reina te puedo pedir uno de matias recalt en donde haya consumo de marihuana?? si no queres esta todo bien pero me haria ilusion, me encantan tus escritos

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HOLA HERMOSA !! Perdón por haber tardado tanto pero aca esta!! Gracias por la request, me super insipiraste jajsj.

𝜗𝜚⊹ ‧₊˚ slow down

synopsis: Matias pasa a buscarte para ir a fumar en pos de celebrar buenas noticias, sin embargo no es lo unico por lo que va a terminar celebrando.

pairings: Matias Recalt x reader

content: SMUT! car sex, uso de drogas, marihuana, alcohol,breeding, fingering, blowjob, sobre estimulacion, dirty talk

word count: 7,2k jeje

i.

Esto ya se habia convertido una costumbre; donde Matías te pasaba a buscar a horas intempestivas para ir hasta la reserva natural de la costanera en su auto, siempre estacionando donde la vista es mejor para pasar un par de horas ahí y compartir un porro mientras esperan para ver el amanecer. No suena como un gran plan, pero son las noches que más esperas. Y esta es una de esas noches.

Estabas en la cama, el ventilador girando arriba tuyo intentando apaciguar las grandes oleadas de calor del mes de enero. El verano en la ciudad de buenos aires era el infierno en tierra. Te estabas revolviendo en la cama contra las sábanas delgadas que causaban mas calor del que creias posible que podia existir luchando contra el insomnio veraniego en donde los dias siempre terminaban en noches calurosas y pegajosas; las peores en tu opinion.

Podias sentir la ligera capa de sudor cubriendote, haciéndote sentir sucia, el ventilador haciendo poco para aliviar la pesadez del clima. -miraste el reloj despertador junto a tu cama por lo que se sentia como la centésima vez, y viste cómo pasaba de la 1:43 a la 1:44. Gracias a Dios es viernes; no estás de humor para levantarte en las próximas 4 horas y prepararte para ir a trabajar con una o dos horas de sueño. Tu horario de sueño ya estaba completamente desordenado y planeabas aprovechar ese fin de semana para intentar arreglarlo. Es justo ahí cuando escuchaste el "ping" de tu teléfono, iluminando el pequeño rincón de tu habitación con el mensaje de texto de Matías.

Holis consegui el papel, ¿venis a celebrar?

Te tapaste la boca con una sonrisa antes de abrir el chat.

Obviamente él sabia que estabas despierta, despues de todo era el quien se ocupo de arruinar tu horario de sueño llevándote a estas escapaditas a altas horas de la noche.

Sin embargo agradeciste internamente la invitación de Matías, hubieras estado dispuesta a inventar cualquier excusa para salir de tu calurosa casa. Tu respuesta fue rápida, y esperabas que no pareciera demasiado desesperada.

"obvio que si, ¿me pasas a buscar?"

Matias tardo un poco más en responder; probablemente estaba preparando sus cosas, llenando sus bolsillos de papelillos y de marihuana. No te sorprendería si se olvidara de traer un encendedor. Podrías contar con los dedos de las manos todas las veces que Matías te había invitado a fumar y se había olvidado de llevar uno. La última vez que se habian juntado, su encendedor se rompió y no habia traido uno de repuesto. Por lo que creiste conveniente recordárselo, porque seguramente ya habia fumado y su memoria no era la mejor cuando estaba drogado.

"Mati"

"acordate de llevar dos encendedores"

"que no nos vaya a pasar lo de la otra vez !!"

"(que no TE vaya a pasar)"

Y no pudiste evitar sentir una pequeña emoción cuando viste el texto debajo de su foto de perfil que te indicaba que estaba escribiendo.

"Jajsjsa, andate a cagar"

"te aviso cuando esté abajo."

Sonreíste ante su respuesta. Estabas segura de que se habia olvidado por completo.

Sin mas preambulos te levantaste de la cama, caminaste hacia el espejo que estaba colgado atras de tu puerta y te observaste. Las ojeras alrededor de tus ojos, y tu pelo desordenado definitivamente delataban tu lucha por conciliar el sueño. Tras ver eso corriste a darte una ducha rápida para refrescarte y al menos estar presentable antes de que él llegara. Te pusiste una musculosa blanca y un par de shorts que ni siquiera recordabas haber comprado. Todavía hacía calor afuera, así que no llevaste una campera ya que estos encuentros generalmente solian durar un par de horas y era cuando comenzaba a refrescar, pero no lo suficiente como para llevar un abrigo, ¿verdad? El auto de Matías llegó antes de que pudieras decidirte.

El claxon te hizo correr escaleras abajo, casi tropezandote al bajar. No pudiste evitar sentirte emocionada, podias sentir que había una gran y estúpida sonrisa en tu rostro. Aun así, no encontraste razones para borrarla, estaban por verse para salir a festejar que matias habia conseguido el papel, era razon suficiente para estar sonriendl. Justo antes de abrir la puerta, te revisaste una vez más: llaves, billetera, teléfono y encendedor. Por las dudas.

Con tus zapatos apenas puestos, cerraste la puerta atras tuyo y corriste por el patio delantero. El aire nocturno se sintió maravilloso y lo recibiste mientras golpeaba tu pelo todavia mojado. Lo sentiste refrescandote y de repente estuviste contenta de haber decidido no traer un abrigo, despues de tantos días de calor este aire fresco se sentia fenomenal.

Pudiste ver el perfil de Matías a través de la ventana del pasajero y casi jadeaste. Su cabello estaba tirado descuidadamente hacia atrás, algunos mechones sueltos enmarcando ligeramente su cara. La luz de los faroles hacian un buen trabajo iluminando su mandíbula, y te preguntaste si realmente era el aire frío lo que causaba los escalofríos.

Esperabas que el color rojo en tus mejillas desapareciera antes de subirte al auto, querias ahorrarte las burlas de parte de tu amigo.

"Hola" dijiste alargando la "a" al entrar al auto, tu sonrisa de oreja a oreja mientras te acomodabas en el asiento para depositar un suave beso en la mejilla del castaño.

Él se inclinó hacia adelante y agarró el abrigo que estaba sobre el asiento del pasajero, tirandolo hacia atrás antes de que subieras. "Hola nena!!" te dijo con una sonrisa ladeada "mira que día festivo te clave ehh." Su habla salió un poco arrastrada; si no te habías dado cuenta ya por el olor en el auto, te dabas cuenta por su voz que ya estaba drogado, o al menos contentito. Te preguntabas qué pensarían tus padres si te hubieran visto ahi, en el auto del porrero de la facu yendo a fumar y a beber alcohol barato. Pero si no se enteran no les va a molestar.

"No es un día festivo, Matías. Deja de buscar excusas para fumar." dijiste riendote "Quiero que me cuentes TODO, como te llamaron que te dijeron que tenes que hacer." empezaste a hablar mientras te abrochabas el cinturon.

Conocías a Matías desde hacia ya bastante tiempo. Estuvieron en la misma secundaria sin embargo sus interacciones no comenzaron hasta que empezaron la universidad. Él se te acercó cuando mientras estudiabas para un examen. No era algo tan importante, pero siempre te estresabas y te ponias frenética dos semanas antes de cualquier examen. Matías no era tonto y habia notado eso, porque te ofrecio algunos consejos para tranquilizarte, por así decirlo.

Una cosa llevó a la otra, y de repente estabas en su habitación, con un bong en una mano y un encendedor en la otra. Empezaste a visitarlo más y más, quedándote por períodos cada vez más largos, hasta el punto en que habian dias que te quedabas a dormir, no siempre consumias porque tampoco te encantaba fumar, pero si disfrutabas de su presencia.

Cabe aclarar, desaprobaste el examen.

"Bueno che pero me estoy portando bien! Ahora decidí que solo voy a fumar en días festivos". Qué mentiroso. Hubieras apostado todo tu sueldo a que esa regla no le iba a durar mucho.

"Matías, si solo fumaras en días festivos, eso significaria que todos los dias de tu vida son festivos". Se metió entre los dos y subió el volumen de la música, chase atlantic sonaba dentro del auto.

"Y bueno, hay que festejar que estamos vivos" Se rió a tu lado, quitando una mano del volante para pasarte una cajita, empujándola contra tu hombro.

"Deja de reclamarme y abrí tu regalo".

Con una mirada confundida en tu rostro, la tomaste. Era larga pero pequeña, y estaba envuelta en una cinta que él había atado en un pequeño moño en la parte superior.

"¿Qué es esto?" Él estaba sonriendo como un nene chiquito.

"Si te fuera a decir entonces no lo hubiera envuelto, tarada", te dijo con un tono burlesco, y una amplia sonrisa en su rostro, "Dale, abrilo"

Y así desataste el pequeño lazo, la cinta se deslizó fácilmente de la caja. Levantaste la tapa y adentro había un porro enrollado de manera desordenada reposando sobre un pequeño almohadoncito de terciopelo. Rodaste los ojos.

"¿Posta envolviste un porro en papel de regalo?" dijiste burlandote.

Matias te miró, los ojos alternando entre tu rostro y la caja. "Ves que sos una forra, ni un gracias me decis..." dijo fingiendo estar ofendido. "Si sos tan desagradecida me lo quedo yo." Intentó agarrar el porro de tus manos, pero fuiste más rápida.

"Menos mal que no te dedicas a robar porque te cagas de hambre, no me podes ni sacar un porro de la mano." El castaño fingió estar herido antes de volver su atención a la carretera.

"Es culpa de la marihuana, hace que mis reacciones sean mas lentas."

"No me digas eso cuando estás manejando el auto, boludo", exclamaste.

"Ay nena. Vos sabes que manejé mucho mas drogado y nunca choqué."

Eso era mentira. ¿Se olvidó que estabas en el auto con él cuando chocó contra el auto de adelante? Tu mama no habia estado muy contenta cuando se entero, pero eras grande ahora; y no podía prohibirte verlo.

"Matias yo estaba con vos esa vez que chocaste contra el auto de un tipo que después te quería cagar a trompadas ¿O te olvidaste de eso?" Le recordaste.

"Bueno pero eso no cuenta. El flaco estaba frenando de golpe, se la buscó. Tuvo suerte de que yo no estaba con ganas de pelear."

"¿No estabas con ganas de pelear? Más bien estabas cagado." Te burlabas de Matías todo el tiempo por eso, pero para ser honesta siempre te sentías segura cuando él manejaba.

Bueno, sí, manejaba cuando estaba fumado, pero había fumado tanto a lo largo de su vida que parecía 100 veces más capaz que cuando estaba sobrio. Confiabas en él con tu vida, para la desgracia de tus papás.

"Y si boluda, ¿vos te acordas del tipo ese? ¡Era alto y estaba armado como si fuera un patovica! Nunca empiezo una pelea que sé que voy a perder. Soy más inteligente, no más fuerte, así sobreviví hasta ahora." Te reías, una sonrisa se te dibujaba en los labios cada vez que lo escuchabas hablar "Bueno, segui así y mira a la ruta cuando manejas."

ii.

Medio porro, tres birras cada uno y media hora de viaje en auto después, llegaron a la costanera. Eran poco más de las 3 am y el horizonte tenía un ligero tinte azul claro, una señal de que el sol pronto traería un nuevo día.

El aire era refrescante y llenaba tus pulmones mientras comenzabas a sentir como todos tus musculos empezaban a relajarse producto de la marihuana haciendo efecto en tu sistema nervioso. El calor parecía haberse ido y ahora el frío se instalaba en tus huesos haciéndote pensar en subir la ventana y en por qué no te habias traido ese abrigo. Matías debió haber notado cómo temblabas porque subió la ventanilla desde los controles en su lado.

"Gracias. ¿Estás pendiente de mí?" dijiste mirandolo a los ojos con una suave sonrisa.

"Siempre". Era verdad, siempre lo estaba.

Debía ser tarde, porque desde la última vez que escucharon al locutor en la radio habian pasado al menos cinco canciones. Ahora los débiles sonidos de clásicos de los 90 se filtraban por los parlantes uno tras otro. Un ruido de fondo perfecto para fumar a esas horas de la noche. Apoyaste tu cabeza contra el asiento y cerraste los ojos disfrutando la sensación de tus músculos volviéndose ligeros.

"Ya son casi las 4:20, ¿cómo vamos a celebrar?"

Matías preguntó sobre el sonido de la radio.

"No sé, ¿como siempre? Fumamos, tomamos, hablamos boludeces y despues vamos a comprar una happy meal." Giraste la cabeza hacia él. "¿Qué podría ser mejor que eso?"

Cogerte en el asiento trasero de su auto mientras fumaban un porro. Eso definitivamente superaría cualquier happy meal de McDonald's. Pensó, pero no lo dijo.

"Me parece perfecto." Dijo Matías aunque preferiria tenerte a su merced en el asiento de atras.

Te pasó el porro que había fumado hasta la mitad y observó como te lamiste los labios antes de deslizarlo entre ellos y tomar una profunda bocanada.

Matías siempre pensó que lucías mejor cuando estabas drogada. La hierba parecía hacer brillar tu piel, creando un cierto aspecto rosado en tus mejillas. Tus ojos siempre lucían más brillantes también, húmedos y un poco vidriosos. Se imaginaba que así era exactamente como te veías cuando estabas caliente, y no estaba equivocado.

Desde que empezaste a fumar, te habias dado cuenta que te ponía un poco más cachonda de lo habitual. No sabías qué te pasaba; era como si encendiera un interruptor adentro tuyo y tus sentidos se agudizaban. Te volvías un poco necesitada y un poco cariñosa, y definitivamente te mojabas mas que cuando estabas sobria. Y cuando estás con Matías fumando? Dios... Apenas dos porros y todo lo que ese hombre tenía que hacer era mirarte para ponerte como una perra en celo.

Tenías la sensación de que Matías sentia lo mismo, pero en todo este tiempo que habias estado haciendo esto con él, nunca habia dado el primer paso. Empezabas a pensar que tal vez no sentia lo mismo, ¿o estaba esperando a que seas vos la que daba el primer paso?

Bueno, apenas habías fumado medio porro y tomado tres cervezas. Pero capaz que otro porro y medio y dos cervezas más te iban a dar la valentia para encararlo.

iii.

El tiempo parecía volar. Matías te estaba contando una historia sobre una chica a la que le vendía marihuana en la universidad y cómo ella se ofreció a hacerle una mamada para pagarsela. Él le dijo que no era por ser desagradecido, pero que necesitaba el dinero. Una mamada hubiera sido genial y todo, explicó el castaño, pero no era lo que estaba buscando. En algún momento entre mencionar una mamada y algo sobre ser abofeteado por la chica mencionada anteriormente, dejaste de prestar atención. La cerveza y el porro ya te habian afectado, pero se mezclaban con algo más peligroso. No podías evitar que tus ojos se desviaran hacia sus labios, viéndolos formar palabras a las que no estabas prestando atención y preguntándote qué tan suaves se sentirían entre los tuyos. Luego tu mirada comenzó a bajar y ahora recién te diste cuenta de que estaba usando pantalones de jogging grises; por lo que podias ver contorno de su pene desde tu posición en el auto, haciendo que tus pensamientos se aceleraran.

"¿Me estas escuchando?" dijo matias cuando se dio cuenta que habias dejado de prestar atención.

No sabías por qué lo decías, pero no hubo forma de evitar que la pregunta saliera de tus labios.

"¿Te puedo chupar la pija?" Solo te diste cuenta de lo que habías dicho cuando volviste a mirar a Matías. Sus ojos estaban abiertos de par en par y parecía confundido.

Mierda.

Él simplemente se quedó allí, con la boca ligeramente abierta mientras procesaba lo que acababas de decirle. ¿Te había escuchado bien? No, seguro habia sido el efecto de la hierba jugandole una mala pasada. Aun así, tenía esperanzas y continuó, "¿Qué?"

Mierda, realmente acababas de decir eso. Pensaste en formas de recuperarte de esto, pero no había forma de que tu cerebro pudiera inventar algo que tuviera sentido. No habia vuelta atras, asi que continuaste, "La oferta no va a durar mucho más." Un nudo comenzó a formarse en tu garganta y tu boca se secó.

Matías empujó su asiento hacia atrás y dejó que sus ojos ligeramente enrojecidos te miraran fijamente, pasando su lengua por su labio inferior mientras su mirada recorría tu cuerpo antes de posarse en tus ojos. Pensabas que no se habia dado cuenta de cómo tus muslos se tensaron cuando el borde de su camiseta se levanto un poco con el movimiento, pero sí lo habia notado, y estaba disfrutando de la forma en que estabas retorciéndote a su lado. Se preguntaba si ya estabas mojada y si esa humedad estaba comenzando a manchar todo el asiento abajo tuyo.

Se preguntaba cuánto tiempo habías querido hacerle esa pregunta. ¿Fue desde que estacionó en la costanera, o mientras estaban en camino? Tal vez incluso antes de eso. ¿Podría haber comenzado cuando te envió un mensaje de texto? ¿O quizás habias tenido este sentimiento durante mucho tiempo, desde cuando solían pasar tiempo juntos en su habitación compartiendo un porro y jugando juegos de mesa? Tal vez, solo tal vez...

Mientras Matías pensaba, definitivamente disfrutaba de verte entrar en pánico. Se aseguró de que estuvieras mirando cuando llevó el porro a sus labios, humedeciéndolos antes de tomar una calada. Respiró profundamente, dejando que el humo llenara sus pulmones. Pudiste ver el extremo del porro brillar, ardiendo en un ámbar profundo.

Cuando Matías exhaló, estuvo velado por el humo; parecía un poco intimidante, sus ojos nunca se apartaron de los tuyos, y podías darte cuenta que estaba pensando en decir algo.

"Dale."

¿Dale? ¿Eso era todo lo que iba a decir? ¿No iba a cuestionarlo? Bueno. Ambos podían jugar ese juego.

Sin apartar la mirada de él, tus dedos fríos se deslizaron por el borde de su pantalón, él respiro entre dientes por el contacto repentino. Fue entonces cuando te diste cuenta de que no llevaba ropa interior, obvio que no, era Matías. Sacaste su miembro de sus pantalones viendo como ya estaba erecto, retorciendose ante tu fresco contacto. Casi jadeaste al verlo y tus muslos se tensaron. Sentiste como una vena prominente a lo largo de la parte inferior se hinchaba bajo tus dedos.

Delicadamente envolviste tus dedos alrededor de su eje y lo llevaste hacia tu boca, tu lengua rozando su punta y dejando que tu cálido aliento lo acaricie. Matías sabia que lo estabas provocando e hizo todo lo posible para no levantar la pelvis y follarte la boca, manteniendo sus ojos en los tuyos. No te iba a dejar ganar.

Sentiste cómo tu compostura comenzaba a flaquear cuando viste la punta goteante de Matías, y no pudiste evitar lamerla con lentitud. Él inhaló una bocanada entre dientes cuando sintio tu lengua, y cuando levantaste la vista, te encontraste con su mirada fija, incitándote con sus ojos.

Cuando saboreaste a Matías en tu lengua, no pudiste evitar succionarlo ligeramente hacia tu boca. Tenia un sabor un poco dulce, sin duda por la hierba que corria por sus venas. Cediste ante su miembro bastante fácilmente, ansiosa por sentir su pene llenando tu garganta. Tu boca se hundio en él lentamente mientras ahuecabas tus mejillas. Pudiste sentir como la saliva se acumulaba en tu boca y cubria su pene dandole un leve brillo. Matias gimió ante la sensacion e inclinó la cabeza hacia atrás, sus manos se hicieron puños a los costados del asiento. Sus gemidos y jadeos fueron los que te incentivaron a moverte y antes de que pudieras darte cuenta estabas subiendo y bajando tu cabeza con un buen ritmo.

Su pene era fino y largo, su punta golpeaba el fondo de tu garganta, cosa que hizo que tuvieras que separarte para retomar el aliento viendo como un jilo de saliva unia tus labios con su bombeante pene. Sus dedos se entrelazaron rapidamente al rededor de tu pelo, guiando tu boca de regreso a su pene.

"Dios nena, no me dejes asi, seguí por favor."

Sentiste tus rodillas temblar ante sus palabras y sin mas dilacion lo tomaste de nuevo dentro de tu boca.

Gemidos salian de tu boca y matias no podia creer que todo esto estuviera pasando, no entraba en su cabeza como podia tenerte wntre sus piernas chupandole la pija en su auto, por un momento pensó que estaba soñando. Sus caderas comenzaron a moverse hacia arriba, penetrando tu boca y haciendote tener algunas arcadas que no detuvieron tu labor. Sus dedos apretaban cada vez mas fuerte tu cabello hasta que en un momento, decidio tirar de ellos apartandote de su pene.

"Ah, mierda- si no te sacaba me iba a correr." dijo jadeando

Tratasgw de recuperar el aliento, ya sabias que posiblemente estabas hecha un desastre, sentias tu cabello pegado en tu rostro cubierto de saliva, la piel enrojecida y las lágrimas en tus pestañas. Pero él todavía te miraba como si estuvieras hecha de polvo de hadas.

"Vení para aca." musitó

Antes de que tu cerebro tenga tiempo de enviar ordenes a tu cuerpo, Matías se inclinó hacia adelante atrayendote hacia él, sus brazos rodeando tu pequeña espalda mientras te acercaba imposiblemente mas a su cuerpo, pecho contra pecho. Su boca se poso sobre la tuya inmediatamente, su lengua pasando por tus labios y metiéndose en tu boca. Podias sentir la tensión de su mandíbula contra la tuya y sus palpitaciones apresuradas contra tus manos sobre su pecho.

El momento era embriagador; podias saborear el dulce sabor de Matías en tu boca y su miembro presionando contra tu intimidad dejandote deseando mas. Simplemente no era suficiente.

Casi como si él hubiera leido tu mente, sentiste el leve roce de los dedos de Matías mientras jugando con el borde de tu musculosa. Sus dedos siempre habian sido fríos y gemiste ante la repentina sensación, gimiendo en su boca mientras sus dedos se deslizaban debajo de la tela, recorriendo la piel cálida de tu torso. Su toque provocó un escalofrío que provoco que tu piel se erizara.

Mierda, te sentías como una colegiala a punto de tener su primera vez. Ya lo habías hecho antes, pero nunca con Matías. Las mariposas revoloteaban en tu estómago por la forma en que te tocaba, y había algo en la forma en que te hablaba que te llenaba de nervios.

Sus dedos acariciando la suave carne de tus pechos te sacaron de tus pensamientos. Sentiste que la respiración de Matías se detenía, y ahí fue cuando recordaste que no estabas usando sostén. Abajo tuyo, tu amigo se rió para sí mismo por su pequeño descubrimiento. Sus pulgares pasaron sobre tus pezones endurecidos y, mierda, ¿habías estado sin sostén todo este tiempo? ¿Sentada junto a él, con los pechos desnudos rozando la tela de tu remera? Matias no pudo evitar preguntarse si tu coño estaba igual de desnudo y su corazón se aceleró ante la idea. Su sistema lleno de sustancias simplemente no podía con ello, y empezó a moverse hacia vos para averiguarlo.

"¿Sin sostén?" Matías susurró contra tu cuello, pudiste sentir el roce de sus labios contra tu piel, una sonrisa traviesa se extendio por su rostro. "¿Lo hiciste a propósito?"

Matías se rió contra tu cuello cuando tus muslos se contrajeron alrededor de él ante sus palabras. Por supuesto que era para él. Todo lo que hacías lo era.

Observaste cómo sus ojos, enrojecidos y vidriosos, caían sobre tus manos mientras tus dedos recorrian su piel hundiéndose ligeramente en esta y definitivamente notó tus escalofríos cuando tus manos encontraron su abdomen duro y, si ya de por si su ego no era lo suficientemente grande, definitivamente lo era ahora. ¿Lo habías deseado tanto como él te había deseado?

Fue entonces cuando Matías te miró, llevando el porro a sus labios resecos y tomando una larga calada, sosteniéndo el humo en su boca mientras se expandia en su garganta y pulmones. Desearías poder ver sus pensamientos en este momento; matarías por saber qué estaba pasando en esa mente nublada suya.

Después de lo que pareció una eternidad, finalmente soltó el humo y lo sopló sobre tu figura medio desnuda, envolviéndote en un suave halo de humo, con los ojos aún clavados en los tuyos como si estuviera esperando tu próximo movimiento.

El silencio de Matías te puso ansiosa. No podías decir si estaba disfrutando de la vista o pensando en cambiar de opinión. La mezcla de la marihuana corriendo por tus venas y los nervios que creaba la mirada de Matías te hizo sentir un poco mareada y nerviosa, así que le preguntaste.

"¿Me das una pitada?" Tenías una sonrisa coqueta en el rostro, un destello travieso en tus ojos mientras tu mano se aventuraba un poco más abajo. ¿Cómo podría decir que no?

Con una sonrisa ladeada, las palabras de Matías salieron lentas y un poco arrastradas mientras raspaban al pasar por sus labios. Siempre te había encantado lo ronca y áspera que se ponía su voz cuando estaba fumado. Nunca dejaba de hacer que tu conchita se mojara.

"Obvio hermosa." Sus manos apretaron más fuerte tus muslos antes de que llevara el porro a tus labios.

Recordó la primera vez que habian fumado juntos.

Nunca esperó que dijeras que sí, pero estaba muy, muy contento de que lo hicieras.

Fue cuando eras bastante inexperta. Ambos estaban en su habitacion, tu mente nebulosa por el consumo de marihuana. Era adorable lo exaltada que te ponías, riendote por cualquier cosa que él dijera o hiciera y haciendo chistes malos que solamente vos encontrarías absolutamente hilarantes. Pero tambien empezaste a volverte audaz, tus manos agarrando su mandíbula para acercarlo para pedir otro porro. Matias recordaba muy bien como tus labios se acercaban hasta que estuvieron casi rozando los suyos, prácticamente suplicando ser besados; pero nunca lo hizo, mas que nada porque no sabia si estabas en tus cabales. Pero se lo pusiste difícil.

La marihuana te ponia mas cariñosa y necesitada a medida que pasaba la noche. Agarrabas el cuello de Matías para acercarlo y susurrarle cosas al oído. Tan cerca que podía sentir tu aliento caliente contra su piel, tus labios presionando ligeramente contra su oreja. Matías apostaba a que tus labios sabrían deliciosos con tu brillo labial de cereza mezclado con el dulce sabor de la marihuana.

Sabia que iba a ser difícil para él detenerse, así que nunca comenzó. Pero con el pasar del tiempo, ibas cada vez más a su casa, y pronto ya no eras tan inexperta.

Dejaste de estar tan exaltada y necesitada a medida que desarrollabas tu tolerancia, incluso eras capaz de manejar un porro entero vos sola. Matías casi estaba orgulloso de lo lejos que habías llegado, pero eso significaba no más mimitos y no más trenzas en el cabello. Estaría mintiendo si dijera que no lo iba a extrañar.

Así que podías imaginarte lo emocionado que estaba en ese momento mientras te restregabas contra él, tan necesitada como las primeras veces que habias fumado, tu coño cubierto frotándose contra su miembro desnudo y palpitante haciendo un desastre en tus shorts.

Los dedos de Matías rodearon tu mandíbula, el pulgar pasando por tus labios incitandolos a abrirse. Lo unico que tuvo que hacer fue meter la punta de su dedo dentro para ver cómo tu boca lo recibia, tu lengua girando alrededor de su dígito. Te acercó un poco más, lo suficiente para mantenerte queriendo más mientras exhalaba, envolviéndote en una nube de humo.

Lo inhalaste y lo sentiste ir directo a tu cabeza, mareandote y haciéndote sentir tan ligera como el aire.

Joder, lo habías extrañado. No pudiste evitar la forma en que tus caderas se movieron hacia él mientras lo hacía de nuevo con su lengua sumergiéndose en tu boca esta vez.

"Mirate. Tan desesperada por tenerme adentro, ¿eh?" Dios, Matías sabia que te morías por él, y nada podía calmar tu hambre excepto su pene llenándote por completo. Cada vez estabas mas impaciente, pero antes de que tuvieras tiempo de tonar cartas en el asunto, sentiste los dedos errantes del castaño rozando tu entrepierna cubierta. La tela de tus shorts y de tus panties formando una especie de barrera y sentiste la necesidad de sentir esos largos dedos profundamente dentro tuyo, sentias que si pasabas un minuto mas sin ser follada ibas a estallar.

Sus dedos frotaron circulos sobre la tela por encima de tu clitoris y sentiste como tu ropa interior se empapaba bajo sus dedos.

"Matías, necesito tus dedos adentro." El simplemente se burló de lo desesperada que estabas y le encantó el hecho de tenerte suplicando encima suyo.

"¿No vas a decir por favor?" Matías podía ser un tarado a veces, pero hoy no estabas en condiciones de responder con algo inteligente, tu cerebro era un lío confuso y todo en lo que podías pensar era en Matías y sus dedos y su pene y cuánto lo necesitabas. Así que simplemente te rendiste, ni siquiera intentaste ser un poco sutil al respecto.

"Ugh, por favor, por favor. Cogeme con tus dedos, por favor." gemiste retorciéndote bajo el su toque, el cual simplemente no era suficiente.

"No puedo si tenes esos shorts puestos."

Obedeciendo a sus deseos, te sacaste los shorts sin rechistar, deseando que esa fastidiosa capa de tela ya no estuviera ahí. El castaño gimio debajo tuyo al ver lo que tenía adelante.

Tenías puesta ropa interior gris, y el color hacía que tu humedad fuera visible para Matías, quien no pudo evitar pasar su dedo índice a lo largo de tu entrepierna y hasta tu clítoris. La acción te sacó un gemido delicioso, y él tuvo que apartar la mirada de tu entrepierna para mirarte.

Observabas connatencion y anhelo cada movimiento de Matías, viendo como su dedo dibujaba circulos alrededor de tu clítoris, tu ropa interior oscureciéndose a medida que la humedad crecía. Tus caderas empezaron a moverse hacia adelante, desesperada por sentir esa presión que tanto deseabas.

Si Matías hubiera tenido la mente clara y no estuviera tan drogado, te hubiera hecho rogar por ello, te habría hecho esperar hasta que estuvieras al borde de las lágrimas antes de darte lo que querías. Pero él estaba tan desesperado como vos, y su compostura estaba al límite.

Entonces, con una mano, apartó tus panties hacia un lado, y un gemido gutural se te escapó cuando sentiste las yemas de los dedos del chico deslizarse entre tus pliegues. Sus dedos esparcieron tu humedad hasta tu clítoris, y despues, tal como había prometido, metio uno dentro de tu coño. Jadeaste mientras sentias como su dedo se colaba entre tus paredes, y soltaste un gemido de alivio que no sabias que estabas conteniendo.

"Mirate bebé. ¿Estas tan mojadita por mí?" Sí. Todo era para él. Siempre lo había sido y siempre lo sería. Tus interiores succionaban su dedo profundamente, apretandose contra sus nudillos, enviando olas de excitacion directamente a su polla palpitante. No podias esperar para que reemplazara sus dedos con su pene. El simple pensamiento de matias cogiendote duro hizo que tus rodillas temblaran con anticipacion.

Su dedo medio se unió a su dedo anular dentro tuyo, y movió su muñeca para posicionarse mejor para poder mover sus dedos a un ritmo más rápido. No tardo mucho en establecer un ritmo que te huzo temblar hasta el alma, y tuviste que extender las manos contra la -ya empañada- ventana. Con cada embestida tus yemas golpeaban ese punto dentro tuyo y justo cuando creias que era demasiado subio su otra mano a tu intimidad para frotar tu clitoris.

Sentiste la conocida sensacion de placer acumulandose en tu centro y antes de que tu cerebro pudiera procesarlo, te estabas corriendo contra sus dedos, tus piernas temblando y tus labios soltando gemidos con su nombre contra su cuello.

"¡D-dios, Matías!" exclamaste, tus uñas clavandose en su antebrazo.

"Shhh. Tranquila, aca estoy." Matías sintió cómo te apretabas alrededor de sus dedos después de haberte corrido, sin embargo retiro sus dedos de tu interior y se los llevo a la boca, gimiendo al rededor de ellos. "No puedo esperar más, bebé. Necesito estar adentro tuyo."

Antes de que tuvieras tiempo de calmarte de tu clímax volviona apartar tu rompa interior hacia un lado y alineó su polla con tu entrada. Lentamente, te hundiste en él.

Gimieron juntos mientras lo tomaste lentamente en tu coño, centímetro a centímetro. Podías sentir esa vena prominente sobresaliendo contra tus paredes, y tus interiores se apretaron ante la sensación.

Una vez que Matías estuvo completamente dentro tuyo, tu cuerpo comenzó a moverse por sí solo, desesperada por sentirlo. Empezaste a moverte hacia abajo, pero él agarró tus caderas para detener tus movimientos, manteniendote quieta encima suyo. Sus ojos estaban cerrados y su ceño fruncido, por lo que te preocupaste. "Mati? Estas bien?" dijiste pasando tus manos por su rostro, quitando el cabello que cubria sus hermosas facciones.

"Si gorda... pero si te moves tan enseguida me voy a correr... Deja, deja que me concentre."

Te reiste por lo bajo y empezaste a dejar un camino de besos desde la comisura de sus labios hasta su cuello, de vez en cuando algunos gemidos ahogados salian de tu boca, necesitabas moverte pero entendias que tenias que darle su tiempo, despues de todo sabias que la marihuana agudizaba todos los sentidos y esto no era excepcion.

"Matías, por favor, no sé cuánto más puedo aguantar.". rogaste en un jadeo que hicieron tido lo ckntrario a ayudarlo a que se concentre. La marihuana tampoco ayudó; lo volvió aún más sensible a las tus cálidas y húmedas paredes apretandolo.

Estabas arriba de él, con su polla bien dentro tuyo durante lo que pareció una eternidad. Te estabas impacientando un poco y casi comenzás a moverte hasta que lo escuchaste debajo de vos.

"Dale, bebé, movete". Y eso fue todo lo que necesitaste escuchar. Comenzaste a mover tus caderas sobre las suyas, la punta de su polla tocando ese punto tan placentero dentro tuyo. Soltaste un pequeño grito cuando sentiste como sus caderas subian para embestirte un poco.

Una de sus grandes manos estaba en tu cadera, balanceándose de un lado a otro con tus movimientos, mientras la otra sostenía el porro entre sus dedos, ofreciéndotelo después de darle una pitada y soplar el humo sobre tu cuerpo, envolviéndote en una neblina de humo. Mientras tanto, la luz naranja de las farolas afuera te bañaban en un resplandor celestial, suavizando tu piel. Matías se inclino a darte un tierno beso. Carajo, te veías etérea y el sabia que iba a recordar esta imagen para siempre, deseaba poder tatuarselanoara revivirla cuando quisiera.

La forma en que tu cuerpo se movía sobre él lo tenía mirándote con asombro. Juraba que eras un puto ángel enviado a la Tierra solo para él. Parecías estar bañada en una luz que lo rodeaba a el también. Todavía no podía creer que esto estuviera pasando realmente.

Parte de Matías quería darte vuelta y tenerte abajo suyo. Quería levantarte la pierna sobre su hombro y llegar un poco más profundo, la punta rozando ese punto dulce dentro tuyo... pero ¿por qué habría de hacerlo cuando lo estabas haciendo tan bien vos misma? Y él tenía la vista más perfecta desde abajo; podía ver todo, desde tu coño hasta los hilos de tu previo orgasmo acumulandose en la base de su polla, hasta tus tetas perfectas rebotando tan perfectamente frente a él. Ni hablar de tu hermosa cara. Si pudiera personificar la euforia, estaba seguro de que eras vos, con las cejas fruncidas, los ojos cerrados y la boca abierta, todos tus sentidos concentrados en todo lo que era él.

Matías no pudo evitar hablar. Tal vez era la marihuana hablando a traves de él o tal vez eran simplemente sus pensamientos sobrios, pero carajo, no podía mantener la boca cerrada y te volvía loca.

"¿Qué diría tu vieja si te viera ahora, ¿eh? ¿Su perfecta hija fumando porro y montandome en el auto?" Los ojos de Matías estaban oscuros, y te hacían sentir como si estuvieras haciendo algo que no deberías. Te daba mariposas en el estómago y sentías una ola de deseo ir directo a tu coño.

Matías se volvía tan charlatan cuando estaba drogado, y definitivamente había fumado demasiado, así que no había forma de detener las palabras que salían de su boca. Pero Dios, sonaba tan malditamente: su voz se escuchaba ligeramente ronca y quejumbrosa mientras te elogiaba, diciéndote lo bien que lo estabas haciendo, cómo estabas tomando su polla tan bien y montandolo como una puta diosa. Mientras tanto, la punta de su pene latía y se retorcía y golpeaba tan profundo desde este ángulo. El placer era casi insoportable pero se sentia tan bien que deseabas que el momento no se acabara jamas.

El ritmo era crudo, duro y tan jodidamente bueno. Era todo lo que podrías haberte imaginado y sabias que estabas al borde de correrte encima suyo. Ningún pensamiento coherente pasaba por tu mente y sentias que no podías formar palabras, pero Matías entendió. Podía notarlo por la forma en que tus movimientos se volvieron bruscos y por la forma en la que tus caderas titubeaban con cada embestida y tu respiración se volvía rápida, casi erratica. Por lo que comenzo a mover sus caderas, parando las tuyas connun fuerte agarre, empujando adentro tuyo con tanto vigor que sentiste que podrias desmayarte en ese momento.

"Muy bien, nena. Correte para mí dale, correte encima mio." Sus palabras de elogio, cargadas de deseo y teñidas de dulzura, fueron las que te llevaron al borde. Habías tenido muchos orgasmos en tu vida, pero ninguno habia sido como este, no cuando estabas tan drogada y encima de Matías. Se sintió glorioso, sentiste que tocabas las estrellas con las yemas de tus dedos. El orgasmo comenzó desde tu centro, extendiéndose a cada centímetro de ti de adentro hacia afuera. Te sentías sin peso y era como si estuvieras flotando, lo unico que te traia a tierra eran los suaves besos que el castaño estaba presionando sobre tu hombro y el fuerte agarre en tus caderas.

Matías no estaba muy lejos; de hecho, el pulsar de tus paredes lo hizo derramar todo lo que tenía dentro tuyo sin darle tiempo de sacar su polla. Era la marihuana la que lo hacía así, adormecía sus sentidos y hacía que sus músculos se sintieran pesados. Aunque en realidad no era eso en absoluto. Simplemente estaba demasiado atrapado en el momento como para detenerse sacar y correrse en tu panza. ¿Y por qué lo haría cuando estabas tomando pastillas anticonceptivas y te sentías tan bien? Sería un loco si no se corria dentro.

Guturales gemidos lastimeros pasaron por sus labios con cada carga que salía disparada. Tuvo que agarrarse de tus caderas como si ellas fueran a salvarlo mientras su orgasmo parecía arrastrarlo hasta el cielo.

Cuando Matías regresó a la Tierra de golpe, fue como si estuviera envuelto en una manta cálida y acogedora. Sus ojos finalmente parpadearon abiertos, y juró que se encontró con un ángel.

Realmente creyó que había muerto y había ido al cielo.

iv.

Ya eran las 5:17 am y ambos estaban de nuevo vestidos, la ligera campera que matias habia tirado anteriormente al asiento trasero -en el cual se encontraban recostados ahora.- te cubria los hombros, protegiendote de la fria brisa matutina. El sol ya comenzaba a asomarse lentamente sobre el horizonte, y Matías apenas comenzaba a sentir cómo la sobriedad lo alcanzaba. Percibió el peso reconfortante de tu cabeza sobre su pecho, tus pestañas y tu respiración suave le hacian cosquillas en la piel.

No puede evitar mirar a su alrededor y recordar con cariño. Las huellas de manos adornan las ventanas, y decide dejarlas allí, como un dulce recordatorio de lo ocurrido en las primeras horas del día. Una sonrisa tierna se dibuja en sus labios al rememorar, recuerdos tenues llenando su mente. Esa noche no solo había conseguido el papel de su vida, sino que también había compartido momentos íntimos con la chica de sus sueños. La vida parecía ser hermosa.

Tus respiracion pacífica lo reconforto mentrias sentia cómo sus párpados se volvian pesados. Antes de ceder al sueño observó con ternura hacia abajo, donde te encontrabas acurrucada junto a él, un ligero rayo de sol iluminando tu piel, y no pudo evitar desear que esta no fuera la última vez.

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[exhaslo]

Puzzle Pieces Ch.9

(Mafia!Miguel x Shy!Reader)

Ch.1, Ch.2, Ch.3, Ch.4, Ch.5, Ch6, Ch7, Ch8

Warning: Smut so Minors DNI, mentions of abuse, blood, murder, language, fluff, bullying, mentions of sex, masturbating, praise

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There was something about waking up after a night of passionate sex that made the morning better. Miguel inhaled deeply as he woke up first. Your head was nuzzling against his chest with his arm wrapped around your body. This was the most relaxed he had ever felt. That and this was the first time he had woken up with a woman in his arms.

Humming lowly as he checked his messages, Miguel hoped for some good news. His smile turned into a disgruntled scowl as he saw no news from Miles and a stupid party night video from Hobie. This was why Miguel had them do missions separately. They were fools and childish together.

"Mhm, Mig..." You mumbled tiredly.

Miguel put his phone down to stroke your head. The smile you had on your face was worth the trouble. Hearing your phone buzz, Miguel quickly reached for it and shut off the alarm. You had a notification for work under the alarm. Chuckling softly, Miguel quickly called out for you.

There was no need for you to work if you were going to be with him. Glancing at the time, Miguel let out a grunt as he got off the bed. While you got to stay home and relax, Miguel needed to take care of both of his businesses.

"I'll be back later," Miguel whispered as he kissed your head.

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Hearing your phone go off, you yawned before lazily reaching for it. Remembering that you were at Miguel's you squeaked and buried your face into the pillow. Last night was amazing. Never had you felt that good. Never had you gone through so many orgasms. Everything about last night was a whole new experience.

"Miguel?" You whispered, calling out for him.

Not hearing a response, you went to reach for your phone again. A small whimper came out since you could not feel your legs and your arms were weak. Who would have thought that such slow and intense sex could make your body feel like jello?

"Ah! Work!" You gasped, looking at the time, "H-How can-Hm? H-Huh, M-Miguel called out for me??"

You finally noticed a text from Miguel. Not only had he called out of work for you, but he even told you to stay and rest at his place. Your cheeks warmed up at the gesture. You had already overstayed, but Miguel did not mind at all.

Pressing the phone to your chest, you laid on your back and stared at the ceiling. This was happening. You were entering a healthy relationship. Wincing, you attempted to sit up. Your lower back hurt, but you were so willing to do it again.

"Hm, I wonder...if he would...like a good...morning message?" You whispered.

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Miguel tapped his finger against his desk as he listened to a boring explanation for a fuck up at Alchemax. His scowl was more prominent that usual, causing his associate to sweat. It was hard, but Miguel had a reputation to keep at Alchemax. He could not do his usual tactics that he would in his mafia.

"Dios Mio (My god), would you cut to the chase? I need to know if I have to prepare for a lawsuit." Miguel huffed.

"N-No sir! I made sure that there was a proper apology and-"

Miguel tuned the man out once he heard the magic word, 'no'. Normally, Miguel would just buy out of the lawsuit, but he couldn't do that here. Once his associate finished speaking, Miguel had him leave. The day was starting to drag.

"Hm?" Feeling his phone buzz, Miguel checked his phone and saw your name, "(Y/N), good morning, mi amor (my love). How are you feeling?"

"A-Ah, g-good. I'm...a little s-sore, but um, l-last night was amazing. Um, I-I hope...I...I was okay for-"

"You were more than amazing," Miguel leaned back in his seat, smiling to your shy voice, "I wasn't too rough with you, was it?"

"N-No,"

Miguel smirked, already knowing that he was going to get rougher. He had this urge to make you melt under him. You already came undone by his touches alone. Miguel winced as he felt his dick harden at the memory of your moans.

"Amor, don't feel shy to treat my place as yours. I am more than willing to take care of you." He hummed, pressing a button to lock his door.

"Y-You don't h-have too. I...I don't want...to be a burden." Your voice was trembling.

"You're not a burden. You're my girl,"

Miguel inhaled to the sound of your happy hums. He stroked his dick, requesting that you simply say his name. It was cute how confused you sounded, but did so willingly. You were just perfect. Miguel was ready to burn both heaven and hell for you.

"Miguel."

"Nh, Una vez más, cariño. Oh, cómo desearía que estuvieras aquí rebotando en mi polla, conejito. (Once more, baby. Oh, how I wish you were here bouncing on my dick instead, little bunny)" Miguel groaned as he cam against his desk.

"Um, M-Miguel...do...do you think...if it's not...t-too much trouble, c-could you teach me...S-Spanish?" You asked. Miguel inhaled deeply to your request as he cleaned his desk,

"Of course,"

"Yai!" You chirped and giggled over the line, "A-Anyway, I d-didn't mean to keep you so long. I-I'll see you later~"

"Mhm, later."

Miguel held his phone as you hung up. Miguel could not tell you no. He should have. Now you were going to be able to understand all of the dirty things he wished about you. All of the fucked up and cruel things he said to his men and associates. Shit, you'd be able to understand everything.

"Ah, (Y/N), you take away my strength."

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It took a few hours, but you finally regained your strength. You decided to explore Miguel's place. It was huge! Miguel had a few things of value, which made you wonder what Miguel liked. He did mention that he had no reason to go home.

You wanted to change that. Pressing your puzzle to your lips, you smiled after finding an empty bookshelf. You placed your puzzle facing forward and giggled to yourself.

You wanted to feel weird being in such a fancy place. You wanted to feel like a stranger, but since it was Miguel...You felt right at home. Just the thought of him made you feel like you belonged. It was different and comforting.

"I wonder what he likes?" You mumble as you stepped into the kitchen.

You wanted to thank Miguel and make him a home cooked meal. He had a decent amount of food in his fridge to cook. That and all of his pots and pans looked like they had never been used. It made you wonder if Miguel ever cooked for himself.

"I hope he likes what I make~"

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"What do you mean he isn't there? I want that fucker brought to my knees!" Miguel yelled over the phone, all of his men quietly waiting for his order.

"Hah, much have fled. But how would he know?" Lyla scoffed, filing her nails. Miguel threw his burner across the room,

"Miguel, calm down." Jessica added, standing beside Lyla. Miguel shot a glare towards the both of him,

"Let me get a run down about what happened last night, again!" Miguel demanded as he leaned over his desk.

"Yes, sir. A new group calling themselves Venom appeared overnight and ransacked one of our ports. Our men were overwhelmed, but we did manage to take back the base after a rough fight." Another Peter said.

Honestly, Miguel tried to ignore how many men he had with the same name.

"So, on top of a new threat knocking on our door, our scouts could not find one man whom needs a lesson." Miguel hissed lowly. He pinched the bridge of his nose, thinking about you, "Lyla, tell those fools to get any information as to where (Y/N)'s ex went. They won't be allowed back until I know where he is."

"Yes, sir."

"Everyone else, find out whatever we can on this new group. We won't forgive anyone who disrupts this family."

"Yes, sir!" Everyone yelled in unison.

Miguel kept his brows furrowed as he thought about what happened last night. He knew that Halloween was always a bad night, but for a new group to appear and attack his wares. This only angered Miguel more. Depending on how this went, Miguel might have to prepare for war.

"Jessica, Lyla, I'm leaving for the day. Inform me of any changes."

"Sure thing, boss man." Lyla popped her bubblegum and turned to Jessica, "Let's go."

Miguel sighed once more, needing to destress. Thinking about you, Miguel grunted. That ex of yours was a pest. The bugger flew off who knows where. Miguel was determined to find and kill him. He would love to bring that fucker's head to you as a trophy, but you would freak out.

A finger might be good enough?

Maybe not.

Miguel was going to find something for you as proof of his revenge for you. Rubbing the back of his neck, Miguel decided to get back home for the day. He didn't want to leave you waiting too long.

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Once Miguel opened the door, a new and interesting scent caught his nose. Kicking his shoes off, Miguel made his way to the kitchen quietly. His eyes widen as you hummed to yourself, making dinner. Miguel licked his lips, seeing that you were wearing one of his shirts as a pajama.

"I can get used to this," Miguel whispered as he wrapped his arms around your body. You jumped slightly,

"M-Miguel! W-Welcome home," You stuttered.

Miguel rested his head in the crook of your neck. You smelled so good. Just showered. This was what Miguel wanted. You to get comfortable at his place-with him. It was still too early to ask you to move in with him, but Miguel was tempted.

"You made dinner, how thoughtful. I could have taken you out to eat," Miguel kissed your neck. You grew flustered, turning around to face him,

"B-But...I wanted to t-thank you. T-The best I can do...is c-cook you a meal,"

"You do so much more than that," Miguel held your hips close to his as he brought you in for a kiss.

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If this were a cartoon, hearts would be popping up all over your head. You gripped onto Miguel's jacket, happily returning the kiss. This felt like a dream. Feeling Miguel's hand snake around your ass, you whimpered, wanting to finish making dinner.

"Haha, alright. That can wait until later," Miguel whispered after breaking the kiss, "I'll go shower."

Watching Miguel leave, you could only hold your cheeks in awe. You could only wonder how you manage to snag a man like him. Especially with how you were. Shaking the thought away, you hurried back to dinner, wanting to finish.

Once it was done, you and Miguel shared the meal together. It made you happy as he enjoyed your food. It made you happy as you asked about his day and him actually answering you. Everything brought your heart to flutter.

"Now then," Miguel placed the dishes in his dishwasher before turning towards you, "Time for my dessert."

"D-Dessert? O-Oh, um...I...I didn't make any-"

Miguel resisted a chuckle as he silenced you with a kiss. Lifting you up with ease, Miguel carried you to the bedroom for another night of passionate sex.

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"Aight, only one place left to check," Hobie said as he stuffed his hands in his pockets, "Bet we can't go ruff on em, can't we?"

"No. They are still our business partners." Peter said as he followed the small group. Gwen and Miles were chatting with each other while Pavitar gasped,

"Ohhhhhh, but what if they don't anything and then we won't be able to go home? That would be such a bummer, but I suppose my calculus test can wait."

"Shit, I forgot about that." Gwen groaned. Miles chuckled lowly as they stopped in front of a supermarket,

"That's why I brought my notes to study. Might let you borrow them, Gwen, if you can get the manager to talk."

"Uh, guuuuys?"

"That's an easy bet." Gwen snorted.

"Guuuuuuys!"

"What's wrong, Pav?" Peter asked. Pav pointed towards Hobie's direction as the tall man started to cause havoc,

"We're in soooo much trouble."

"Hobie!!!"

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[transfemarmin]

M. MORALES X READER

req: 42!miles helping the reader study spanish

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“ LO SIENTO MAMI…BUT…YOU SUCK AT THIS.”

miles ran his left hand down his face, and let out a frustrated sigh, “ you’re absolutely shit at spanish.. im surprised you’re in spanish two..and not still in one for how terrible you actually are at this.” he wasn’t trying to be mean, he swears on his mami that he wasn’t trying to be mean, but the way he came off was rude; and he didn’t care to fix it.

[name] raised an eyebrow, her eyebrows quickly furrowed after that, “ what..?” her voice was soft, in an attempt to hide how much offense she took to his words, but miles just shook his head, “ mami.. you just noted down that.. bonita means ugly..” miles’ eyebrows furrowed, and he pinched the bridge of his nose, “ dios mío.. I don’t even know why I agreed to tutor you.” he didn’t mean that, he honestly didn’t. more frustrated than anything with the fact he agreed to tutor someone who obviously was able to glide right through spanish one.

if this was anyone else, [name] probably would’ve cried, but she knew miles didn’t mean any of it.. did it make her feel bad? yeah.. “ sorry.” her voice spoke gently, leaning over her notebook and erasing the ‘ ugly’, replacing it with ‘ pretty’

“ can I practice on you?” a look of hope was in her eyes, trying to make it up to him.. at least a little bit, it wasn’t going to be a lot.. but she wanted to say this one thing to him.. she didn’t even let him answer before she spoke “ mi chico es bonito..” while her accent was broken, and she stuttered over bonito.. she had a look of determination across her face.. one that seemed to wash away and frustrations miles had towards [name], his deep frown quickly was replaced with a grin, as he hid his face in his hands

“ okay…” he spoke.. the smile couldn’t leave his face, “ maybe….maybe that concludes our studying session today.. you’re obviously picking up on something.” the smile was still in his face as he stood up, and [name] stood up too, “ mi chico es…intelligent..? I don’t know the spanish word for that.. sorry.” she tried her luck this time, but it obviously didn’t work.. it did make miles giggle though.

his arm wrapped around her waist, holding her close for a moment. “ dont worry.. I’ll tutor your dumbass some more next week.” his eyes flickered from her lips to her eyes, it was obvious he wanted to kiss her.. but.. he just pulled back, turning to pack his things up, “ same time?” “ eh… yeah!” the girl spoke, clearly a bit nervous because of how close they just had been.

“ I’ll see you then.. mami.” he spoke, before swinging his backpack over his shoulder, and heading towards the library doors

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[roses-r-rosie3]

Smiley

Miguel O’Hara x M!Reader

Warnings: fluff, google translated Spanish, Mayday being a cutie-Patootie

Summary: Peter asks Miguel to babysit Mayday while he and MJ go out on a date, but before Miguel can say no, the reader says yes

Quote: "You know.. Since you're so good with kids maybe we should have some of our own someday"

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Peter and MJ were celebrating their anniversary but there was one problem. The babysitter called in sick that day. So Peter had no choice but to ask his work colleagues. But when he did, they either couldn’t or just straight up said ‘no’. So Peter had no choice but to ask Miguel.

Of course Miguel would probably say no too but it was worth a shot. Luckily, when Peter got inside of Miguel’s office, he saw that you were there. You two were friends, he met you through Miguel. But he knew Miguel was always less grumpy when you were around, so maybe that would increased his chances.

“Hey Miguel.. uhh.. I was wondering.. would you maybe wanna babysit Mayday for me while me and MJ go out?” Peter laughed nervously as he held Mayday up to him.

Your eyes lit up in joy. Mayday’s little smile brightened the room. Who would say no to such a cute face?

“N-”

“Yes! Of course! We’ll totally babysit her” you yelped excitingly.

Miguel gave you a death-stare, but you didn’t care. You quickly ran to Peter and Peter handed Mayday over to you.

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do sweetie” Peter said as he kissed Mayday’s head before he left.

“What was that y/n! We can’t take care of a kid! We can barley even take care of ourselves!” Miguel yelled.

“Don’t be so dramatic Miggy we can totally take care of her” you smiled as you rocked Mayday in your arms.

“Dios por favor ayudame¹” Miguel Sighed.

"You're going to have the best time of your life" you cooed as you ignored Miguel.

Mayday laughed in excitement as you tossed her in the air and catched her.

"Ooh! Miguel can you make her a little trampoline with your webs for her?" you asked.

"God you're so immature" Miguel sighed.

But who was he to deny your request? So he got off and grumbled as he made a trampoline for Mayday. After Miguel was done, you excitedly placed Mayday on the homemade trampoline and watched her bounced with joy on her face.

"Oh my god isn't she so cute!!" You giggled.

Miguel would be lying if he said that he didn't crack a smile while watching Mayday bounce happily.

"We should take a picture and send it to Peter!" you said as you pulled your phone out.

You took a picture and sent it to peter and he responded with a '🥹' Emoji. After a while of you playing with Mayday and Miguel slowly losing his brain cells, you eventually got hungry and Mayday was a bit sleepy, so you asked Miguel if he could take care of Mayday for a bit while you got something to eat.

After you got your food you decided to bring some food for Miguel and Mayday. When you got back to Miguel's office, you saw Mayday dead asleep in Miguel's arms while he cradled and cooed her in his arms.

"Holy shit this is so cute!!" you whisper squealed.

You put the food down and quickly whipped your phone out and took about +50 photos of Miguel and Mayday. You quickly sent 1/3 of the photos to peter, earning a 'No way that's Miguel' response from him.

"Not right now y/n" Miguel whisper yelled.

After Peter and MJ came back from their date, Peter opened a portal to the society and walked inside of Miguel's office to see you playing with Mayday in your arms.

"Hey guys, I came to pick up Mayday, I hope she didn;t cause any trouble" Peter said.

"Of course she didn't! She is an angel" you smiled.

"How do you guys want me to pay you? Do you guys want cash or do you want me to get you a gift?" Peter asked.

"It's fine Peter, Mayday is a gift herself" you said.

"Oh and by the way Miguel, I never knew you were a kid type of person" Peter chuckled.

"Yeah, yeah" Miguel grumbled.

"I know right?!" You laughed.

"Anyways, thank you guys for taking care of Mayday. Bye guys" Peter smiled.

After Peter left the room it only left you and Miguel.

"You know.. Since you're so good with kids maybe we should have some of our own someday" you smirked.

Miguel nearly choked.

"EW! You guys know that I'm here right?!" Lyla fake-gagged.

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¹ = God please help me

(Again i'm not very fluent in spainish so I got it off of google translate)

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[sleepingaway]

DRINKING GAME

Miguel O'Hara x black fem!reader

content warning- dubcon-ish, google Translate Spanish, old friends to lovers, p with plot, drinking, v fingering, begging, vamp!Miguel, blood kink!

a/n- My first fic! I am having serious brain rot over this man, and it is so bad that I had to write smut for him lol!

18+

"You are so cheap, Miguel!" I stared at the taller man's back while trying to contain my laughter. Watching the man sigh, I know he paired it with an eye roll. With this new revelation, it made me laugh.

My laughter echoed as the man finally glanced at me annoyedly.

"If you think I am going to spend $14 dollars on water-down vodka you are wrong. I can not believe you agreed to those prices Cariño.” Continuing my snickers we walked to his home.

At the beginning of the night, I found myself dressed up at a bar. After a while of sitting there sipping on one of the many fruity drinks, a man came and sat beside me. I could feel the man's eyes on me as I tried to ignore him entirely. Letting out a familiar chuckle I snapped my head at the stranger. "M- Miguel?" The man I knew since college smirked at me as I placed my glass down.

"I did not know you were in town, Miguel. What happened to you calling me when you are back" Lightly punching at his shoulder he chuckled as he grab my hand. "Look, las mejillas dulces I am sorry I did not call estaba muy ocupada con el trabajo." caressing my hand I rolled my eyes.

"I still never learned Spanish Miguel what did you say"

Waving his hand catching the bartender attention he said out his order pulling out money to pay. "Okay, sir your total is $14.89." Silence fell over you three, staring at Miguel's blank expression. "$14 for one glass? Dios mio never mind dude." Turning back to me he eyed my glass as he handed me $50. "Let's go." Handing the money to the bartender, I guzzled the rest of my drink and quickly followed behind Miguel.

"Ah! I guess you are right the prices are high." waiting for him to open his front door I walked in first eyeing every detail shown to me.

"You guess? Mi Vida, I hope you haven't been letting them rip you off this whole time?" Staring down at me I shook my head. "No, that was my first time being there in a while." Looking pleased with my answer he closed and locked the door. Walking to his alcohol collection he brought over our favorite. "Make yourself at home."

We both headed straight for the couch as he poured our drinks. "So how has everything been?" grabbing my shot I took it before answering. "Normal I guess, work is kicking my ass but I love it, how about you?" pouring another shot I waited for the cold man to answer. "Same old shit." Taking his shot he poured another one and took that one as well. "It is like those people live to piss me off. Maldito infierno." Watching him slouch and stretch out his arms on top of the couch he is manspreading his legs and making his right knee touch mine.

Practically drooling over him.. When did he get so hot? I can almost feel my panties get ruined in this exact moment…

"You okay over there?" A monotone with a hint of lust was laced in Miguel's voice.

Fuck! He caught me staring... Taking another shot I looked at him confused. "What do you mean?" humming at my response his dark eyes gazed over my figure with a small smirk taking over his lips. Crossing my legs I tried to pray the ache away.

"I have a fun game we can play amor" Staring at him curiosity covers my features, now I hummed at his response.

"Let's play a drinking game. The winner makes the loser do what they want, you down?'' Staring at me a small smile graced his face but his eyes showed how the gesture was far from innocent. Nodding, I reached for another shot. We both counted to three as we took the 'first' shot.

After God knows how many rounds, Miguel smiled at me "How are you doing over there cariño?" feeling my body burn up I looked over at him. "I feel alright, next round?" Pouring another shot Miguel's eyes bore into the side of my head.

Fuck does he know I'm drunk? How can he tell??

Taking my shot I tried my best to fake it till I make it. Glancing over at Miguel he does not even seem tipsy. My stomach drop realizing I signed up for a losing game. Feeling him getting closer I felt him lean into my ear.

"Are you ready to surrender yet? Renuncia ya, quiero mi camino contigo." His breath hit my neck making my body shudder in response. "What are you going to make me do Miguel? sighing I leaned into him admitting defeat. Feeling my body burning and my vision blurred I waited nervously for his response. Staring down at me Miguel reviled at me being so vulnerable like this... Just for him. He let out a laugh because my state.

"You remember the rule right?" I nodded. “Just sit and look pretty.” Feeling him shift I looked up at him to see his brown eyes replaced with bright red iris. Before I could ask any questions he eagerly put his lips on my neck, sucking on the delicate skin.

"M-Miguel! Ah-.." whimpering at the surprised attack I almost didn't notice him placing me on his lap, right onto his hard-on. Feeling absolutely in his control all I could do was let out weak whimpers.

Feeling his hand slowly slide up my dress he rubbed my inner thigh while I felt two sharp teeth bite down on my neck. Gasping my hand flew to my neck showing blood trickling down to my chest. "Miguel... What are you doin- f-fuck mhm." His fingers started to gently rub against my cloth pussy, letting out light airy moans I ground myself against his hand.

Licking the fresh blood from the bite mark Miguel moaned into my ear as he tasted it. "Voy a arruinar este jodido cono para cualquier otra persona. Eres jodidamente mio mi amor." Sliding his hand into my panties he toys with my clit slowly. My head started to feel heavy between the alcohol and the pleasure I couldn't think straight. I could feel how embarrassingly wet I was.

"Miggy... Fuck ahh please g-go faster f'me stop teasing me please." Full-on begging tears threaten to spill as I tried to grind myself against his fingers. "Fuckk... mi amor you're such a fucking slut begging for me to please you is this not enough?" Slowing his pace on my clit I let out a loud whine as I gripped his arms. "Miguel please don't tease me I need it s-so bad please just go faster f'me I need yo-" Both of his jumped into action pushing one finger inside my needy hole and another rubbed my clit quickly matching the harsh pace with the finger getting sucked into my cunt.

The room was filled with moans and groaning from the two of us. Miguel was in awe from how wet I was from just his fingers. Kissing my neck he listen to how my cunt loudly embraced his finger.

Tears falling down my cheeks I felt pressure build in my poor stomach. Before I could beg for more Miguel read my mind and added another finger. Moaning loudly my hand wrapped around his nape as my back arched off his chest. "Miggy FUCK- I'm so close so fucking close" Sinking his teeth into my neck sent me over the edge as I felt myself shake, wetting his lap and the couch.

Settling down I laid my head on his shoulder trying to recollect myself staring off in a daze, Miguel spoke up.

"Don't tell me you're already fucked out? We haven't even started yet mi amor."

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[covetyou]

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[tommydarlings]

Falling Apart | c.s

pairing: dom!carlos x sub!reader

warnings: smut, dacryphilia, hair pulling, fingers in mouth, slight gagging

w/c: 0.6k

summary: you weren’t even able to ride your boyfriend anymore, so he had to help you out, watching you closely while doing that as you feel apart on his cock.

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Carlos hands were having your hips in a perfect and pretty tight grip, you were sure his grip would leave rather big marks on your hips from how tight he was gripping you, but still not hurting you.

You were a whining mess, tears stinging your eyes, probably oh so close to falling down your red cheeks while Carlos was groaning as his eyes were closed, head angled upwards towards the ceiling.

You weren’t even moving up and down on his dick, you were already to tired to do that so Carlos sighed loudly before he tightly gripped your hips and moved your body up and down, groaning deeply whilst your hands found his shoulder, fingers intertwining with his hair.

“I f-feel so, s-so- fuck” you whined as you closed your eyes and dropped your head onto his shoulder, tears now running down your and his skin.

One hand left you hip and gripped you by your hair, pulling your head back up again.

“So what, huh? Tell me.” Carlos demanded quietly.

“S-so full.” You answered as you let your eyes flutter close while Carlos's hand wandered down to the back of your neck, gripping it and squeezing it while his gaze remained on your face, smirking like a lucky bastard as he was watching you fall apart on his cock.

Your boyfriend bit back a moan, maybe even a whine, “Pareces una zorra tan guapa.” You look like such a pretty slut. He mumbled deeply with a groan, hand now running along your soft but slightly sweaty skin, gripping your hip again and making you move on top of his erection again.

You bit your lip as he went on, “Rebotando encima de mi polla como una puta diosa.” Bouncing on top of my cock like a fucking goddes. The Spaniard groaned loudly, eyes squeezing shut for a brief second as you felt his fingers basically burying themselves in your skin.

You tried so desperately to bite back a loud moan mixed with a whine but it didn’t work, especially not as Carlos started to move his hips a tiny bit slower in circles, making his dick hit spots he never hit before.

“Dios mío, maldito señor.” Oh my fucking lord. Carlos moaned quietly as he felt himself oh so close to cumming right into your pussy.

You whined loudly as your head dropped onto your boyfriends shoulder again but Carlos was a huge fan of seeing your face while he’s making you cum all over his dick.

The Spaniard bit back a smile as he raised his hand and stroked your wet cheek with the back of his fingers, “shh baby, I got you… don't you worry.” You only nodded, not even sure if he’s currently speaking English or Spanish. You absolutely love it when he’s speaking Spanish, it drives you crazy. 

“Yeah, yeah I got you, I always do, don't I?” Carlos asked you.

You smiled, brows furrowed as you slowly felt how his hand started to tremble onto your cheek, sliding down your face and landing onto your hip again, harshly squeezing it. He exhaled a deep breath and groan after his forehead hit your shoulder, fingers squeezing your hips once again.

He chuckled as he noticed your shaking legs and hands, how your breathing got heavier and you choked on your tears.

Carlos lifted his head, mouth aligning with your ear, “M-Me too cariño, me t-too.” He mumbled quietly but quickly.

He raised one of his hands and ran his pointer and middle finger along your lips but as soon as you came and opened your mouth, he shoved his two fingers into you mouth and made you lightly gag on them, only being able to watch for a few seconds before he also slightly fell apart as he came deeply into your pussy.

“Filling y-you up in a-almost all holes, huh… You like that don’t you? Of course you do.” He whispered in a deep tone, fingers still gagging you as you looked down at him with tears filled eyes.

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