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Summary: You're sick of Miguel treating you like shit Characters/Pairing: Miguel x GN!Reader Word Count: 342 Warnings: angst, Miguel deserves a jump scare warning in everything A/N: why are all my old fics so short :((
"Everything I did was to protect you!"
Those words were etched into your brain. How dare he tell you that. He hasn't thought of you since your wedding night.
Every day you heard the same excuse for why Miguel wasn't at home. Lyla would send a message, 'Sorry, Miguel won't be coming home tonight, work is keeping him late.' Every single day! It was pathetic and you knew it. You stuck around because, 'love conquers all', right? Fucking wrong.
Today you had finally had enough. You had bottled so much anger that all you could do now was boil. Your face grew red, cheeks hot in pure rage. You could hear your own blood rushing through your body in tidal waves, adrenaline causing your heart to thud against your chest. Your stomach felt like it had flipped inside out.
"For me? Oh, Miguel. You have done nothing for me!" The words slipped out faster than your mind could think. "You have been a selfish, piece of shit since the moment I met you. It just only took me two years to fucking notice." Your feet moved forward and before you realised your finger was hitting his chest with every word that slipped past your swollen lips.
Angry tears poured down your cheeks. "I have waited. I have been patient! I have let you dump your sob story on me. I did everything to make sure that you weren't going fucking crazy! I sacrificed my own fucking sanity for you! God, how I wish I had of ran away the day that I married you."
Your words hit him like knives in the pit of his stomach. His mouth ran dry. It was the first time you had ever seen him entirely speechless. Usually he had an excuse, but you supposed he had used them up in the two years you were married.
"Nothing to say, yeah? Guess you wasted all your excuses. You don't deserve me, Miguel O'Hara."
That was the last night you saw Miguel O'Hara and you were happy about it.
Oh Miguel, the man you are. (He's so hard to draw lol)
Y'all in Chat Ai:
Inspired by this because all I can think of when I saw it first in Pinterest is Miguel lol:
The red flag is glowing bright and y'all still get on your knees for them (me too lol).
I think I am getting better in drawing Miguel, I just need to fix the nose and eyes next time and makes him look more depressed.
For my fellow MIGUEL O'HARA × FEM!READER lovers (forgive me father for this brain rot)
Anyways, MDNI --- NSFW headcanon below (one but juicy like Miggy's a-), swearing (obv) and (maybe, just maybe) self-projected kinks (we are all delulu for this man, let's face it)
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• first things first - let's all agree Miguel is a very passionate lover (and i don't mean he just fucks you roughly, he knows how to be gentle and rub you just the right way to make you see stars)
• he's a man who knows how to balance out his hunger for you, though sometimes he gets a bit carried away
• you just make his head spin in circles, he can't help himself
(and now's the time for that headcanon)
• he just LOVES to please you. Miguel eats you out like a true gentleman he is, and the best part is - it's just the thing that gets him off as well
• my guy can finish without even touching himself once - just hearing you plea and whimper as you squirm and roll your hips under him is enough for him to cream his pants
• you haven't gotten down from your high for what feels like hours (what orgasm was that, 7th? 8th? you stopped counting a long time ago)
• your wrists are stuck to the bedhead with Miguel's webs tightly wrapped around them, cutting off blood circulation almost completely yet you don't feel them get numb, your head too high in the clouds to notice
• your throbbing clit so overstimulated that every touch forces a series of choked moans out of you as you reach your peak yet again, rolling your eyes in pure ecstasy
• you do, however, notice Miguel's grip on your thighs tighten, nails digging deeper into your skin as a low growl rumbles in his throat and right into your folds, making you whimper his name breathlessly
• a moment of calm follows, as you both try to compose yourself - his forehead pressed to your inner thigh, his hot heavy breath tickling your skin; eyes closed shut, your juices dripping down his chin - the whole sight just so captivating it makes you whine
• Miguel glances up at you - eyes drowsy and pupils wide blown, like he genuinely was intoxicated - he is, but on YOU, and he makes it known, as the corners of his lips curl up into a grin and he bites your inner thigh teasingly
• that's enough for a familiar knot to form inside your core as another whiny moan of his name rolls off your tongue
• and that settles how the rest of the night is gonna play out
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(i feel like i need a shower after that... and jesus)
(bit of "ew" moment?? I dunno how to name it, anyway warning for cringe and ew)
So i guess we all like Miguel's fangs.
Okay, noted. But i'd like to contribute to that kink a bit.
With some memes.
I suppose he's immune to his own venom. And i also suppose he can control the flow of it when he releases it. And that sometimes, when he loses it to strong emotions, his venom just spills out.
That being said, imagine a scenario where it's been weeks since you two have seen each other. Because he's a workaholic.
And so when the opportunity presents itself, you both are so touch starved, you just go right to pound town. Well, you were ABOUT TO.
Because Miguel just lost it. To lust, to emotions and to you pleading for him to hurry up and fuck you to oblivion.
And when he bit you to show you how ready he is, he accidentally poisoned you.
A beat.
You touch your neck. When you bring your hand closer to your face, the blood on your fingertips is a bit more runny and transparent that it should be.
You lift your gaze up to meet his own just to notice how Miguel is freaking out himself even more than you are.
Here i'll save us all time and finish my rambling by saying that it all ends well, because Miguel takes care of you and apologizes (way too much even). Not like you mind to be poisoned by him, but a warning next time would be great.
First ever nsfw post 🔞 hope you all enjoy. Minors and fetishizers DNI
CW: Ftm Miguel O'hara, oral (Miguel receiving), praise, overstim, idk if any more, bad spelling lmfao.
Poor desperate Miguel who can't stop squirming from all the pleasure he's receiving, his overstimulated clit giving him mind-numbing pleasure. As your warm tongue assaults his bundle of nerves he can't contain his pretty moans and needy whimpers. He's so dumbed down he can't think of anything but you and the pleasure. Your good boy can't choose between escaping the pleasure or wanting more, his poor boypussy so overstimulated from the unknown amount of orgasms you coaxed out of him. It's going to be a long night, as you could keep eating his sweet boycunt for a few more hours. Oh, he can't take anymore? Then what was your pretty boy thinking when he told you he was stressed and pent up? He can take a few more.♡
God I love being an artist (OG picture under the cut)
Another mandatory repost
Openheimer? Barbrie? Who cares: here’s Miguel in cowgirl outfit for all the family to enjoy!
Mandatory repost because of Barbienheimer Eve
Barbiest of them all
You can buy a print here:
https://www.inprnt.com/gallery/shuradraws/barbie-miguel-ohara/
Barbiest of them all
You can buy a print here:
https://www.inprnt.com/gallery/shuradraws/barbie-miguel-ohara/
Openheimer? Barbrie? Who cares: here’s Miguel in cowgirl outfit for all the family to enjoy!
A Ninja Vampire Spider-Man (now also a Merman)
Mer!AU! belongs to @/ NikSaf_art on Twitter
Every single time I see a Fantasy! AU of Miguel O'hara it's always a royalty! or knight!miguel x royalty! or commoner!reader and I am soooo disappointed I haven't seen a witch!reader.
I MEAN, COME ONNNNN
Knight!Miguel being your usual knight who follows the rules and hunts witches, warlocks, and demons because most of them cause mayhem.
Meanwhile witch!reader is not your typical witch since she doesn't really do catastrophic damage, only really does hexes or curses(it's not that bad actually) most of them can be considered as pranks and the townspeople, that live near witch!reader's cottage, can only get annoyed or find it hilarious and sometimes even paying her to hex someone or get a curse off of them. And reader is actually sweet but strange(?), she brews healing potions or using her magic to help the townspeople and in return the townspeople help the reader hide the fact that she's a witch from the knights who did a monthly checking of the kingdom's towns.
Knight!Miguel who, one day, was injured from fighting a dangerous warlock and found the cozy cottage of witch!reader.
Reader helps knight!Miguel despite the risk of getting exposed that she's a witch.
Knight!Miguel who went against the rules and didn't report witch!reader and would do a monthly or(twice a month?) checking to see if she doesn't make anything malicious.
Knight!Miguel realizing there are actually good witches and warlocks since doing magic and not being registered or officially as a magic user or sorcerers.
(I dunno what I'm doing. I guess witches are just wild and untamed not being affiliated with kingdoms and their rules. I thought it would be in line with the movie since being a witch can equate as an anomaly...so reader can be like an anomaly which I also likeee)
Knight!Miguel who is conflicted as he slowly falls for witch!reader and he's a mess.
ohhh my godd
I just watched Across the Spiderverse last night and oh my god
I don't know how I'm expected to emotionally recover from this
Random Miguel O’Harra Headcanon. (NFSW MDNI)
He has you dangling off a tall building while holding you with his web. He teases your pussy by lifting you up to his face, planting a long wet kiss on your clit, and lift you back down( almost like him lifting weights). You tell him to stop and that your sorry for making him upset, but all he does is smile down at you. He even spits on your clit, watching it fall down right on your pussy 🐱
Miguel O’Harra(NFSW) Head canons.
MDNI⛔️⚠️
Tired man, but that don’t mean he doesn’t want to fuck! Sometimes when he comes home from work he will lay down, but he will put you on top if his dick so you can ride him while he lazily groans and run his hand through his hair.
Loves your tiddies. It don’t matter if they are big or small, saggy or perky this man is sucking the life out of them.
He will even bite you, but he makes sure not to inject any venom in you🕷️
Hope you don’t get a phone call while you guys are fucking because he ain’t stopping.
~One time one of your friends called you while Miguel was eating you out. You ignored the phone the first three times, but when she kept on calling you decided it’s best to pick it up. “Miguel please stop for a minute I have to get this” you whined. Miguel, whom is pushy drunk, didn’t stop. He didn’t even look up at you. He just buried his head deeper in your soaked pussy. Swirling his tongue in and out of your entrance while grabbing and rolling your clit in between his pointer and thumb. “miguel plea- AHHA FUCK FUCCCCK~” you moaned as you felt your 5th orgasm creeping up. It wasn’t surprising that your boyfriend didn’t stop what he was doing when you had a phone call. You picked up the phone and you tried your best to speak normally. Everytime you tried to mutter a word, you felt Miguel drill his knuckles deeper and deeper inside your pussy. Hooking his ring finger in that soft spongy spot feeling your walls clench around it. He groaned in pleasure feeling you cum a 6th time.(will make a full version of this soon!)
Loves taking pictures/ recording you while he fucks you/give him head. If you are looking down while sucking him off, he will pat your cheeks and groan a, “look at at my baby. Use your teeth. Atta girl. Dios mio like that mamí drag your teeth like that🩶.”
This isn’t really Nfsw, but sometimes when you and Miguel get in petty arguments, he will say something slick under his breath, except in Spanish and won’t translate a word to you. Now if you do speak Spanish then i’m sure you both will be cussing each other out💀
Stares at your ass and boobs. When your bending down or walking away his eyes are tracking the way your button jiggles when you move around. When you are talking he will be staring right at your boobs. (Bonus point if you are wearing a V-neck shirt). The thing is that even if you catch him staring, he ain’t looking away.
“Babe… you could at least look me in the eye”
Miguel: no
“Please?”
Miguel: *stares at you for 5 sec before looking back at your breast*.
“……”
Loves the vibrator. When you give him an attitude or act up, he will be placing the little device on your clit, FULL SPEED, while having you tied or held down. Scream all you want he ain’t listening.
Loves a good show. In public he will finger you under the table, and even if someone is catching on and starting to stare, he will just stare at them back with a (ง ͠° ͟ل͜ ͡°)ง face.
When he is horny he is HORNY. If you don’t have time to shave your 🐱 too fucking bad. He think a hairy pussy is hot and no I’m not saying that cause he is latino( I can make this joke I’m latina ◔̯◔) <- I’m not about to risk getting canceled 💀
Come back for part 2 luvs~🩶
How ATSV Characters react to an shy S/O
-Miles is awkward but he tries his best. He doesn't want to overwhelm you and takes things at a slow pace. He will be the one to slowly initiate small touches and contact, his hand lightly brushing over your own as you walk together or a extremely light feather kiss to the top of your head when you get walked home by him. He's patient, if not a bit shy himself.
-Gwen is an overthinker. She thinks too much about holding your hand too long, if maybe offering to watch an movie with you and cuddle is too soon for the relationship so she requires some reassurance now and then. She wants to show you she cares but she's unsure how without flustering the both of you in a way that doesn't seem like teasing. For now, hand holding and light kisses on the cheek will have to do. Not that she minds.
-Hobie. This guy is so confident in himself it's nearly painful. He loves to fluster you by leaning down beside you when you don't notice him, and whispering into your ear and calling you a sweet pet name or pulling you closer when you're sat beside him in a distance he deems that you're too far away from him. He wouldn't take getting an reaction out of you too far but, he does love to test what might make you tick at him. But let's be honest, he would love to piss you off and see you take the reigns.
-Pav is an awkward mix of confident and overly worried. It's funny how he tries to lean his arm over your shoulder all nonchalant while you coincidentally watch an romance movie on the television but he would whisper into your ear "Is this okay?" "It's not too much right?" "Okay, just let me know if you want me to move my arm." "...you're sure you're comfortable with this?" He likes to check that he isn't making you uncomfortable. Making a bit too much but that doesn't hurt right?
-Miguel just feels bad, most of the time. I mean, you have a right to be flustered and shy around him, look at him for Christ's sake. He's aware he's intimidating, and has accidentally managed to scare his S/O on one more than one occasion so he just tries to make up for it with tiny trinkets he made in his very rare freetime. He will try his best to speak soft and sweet to his partner, ensuring that they are comfortable before initiating anything, the most he will start to do is pressing an kiss to the back of your hand. He'll be patient for you.
IMAGINE
i’ve been imagining Miguel getting pranked with the no-tear toilet paper roll and then going feral when he can’t figure it out — that is to say I’m giving creative freedom (begging on my hands and knees) for someone to draw this up.
• It could probably be a situation where the gang (peter b, hobie, miles, gwen, pav) are plotting some maniacle shits and giggles to be played on Miguel.
• the toilet paper idea is definitely brought up by peter b and everybody hates it. They’re confused like wth what is that, that sounds lame.
• Until he explains it and Hobie is probably the first to come around to say actually that’d be pretty goofy
• the prank could go about in several ways: someone is ‘bleeding’ and in need of tissue, miguel is eating his food and they offer him toilet paper roll (questionable but adds to the humor), they could all just be crammed hiding in the restroom when he’s forced to use the unbreakable paper roll, etc.
>< i desperately need to see this in visual action, but i didn’t know which of his admirers to go to
WHAT??? HOLD ME BACK HOLD ME BACK IM SO SERIOUS
Ranchero Miguel sketch inspired by this amazing little fic ❤️🔥
0b.se.s..ion
warn: a short sad drabble
notes: I felt like doing something sad.
Inspo: Here with me by d4vd
"Miguel is everything okay," you said, coming into the room, walking over to him as you, hanging your arms over his shoulder, hugging his body, your head softly digging into his neck.
"Why are you crying" you murmured as you blinked your lashes at him, "Hm?" you turned your head to him, turning yourself to him and sitting beside him.
You wiped his tears from his cheeks, cupping his face together and looking at him, "I don't like when you cry, my love," you said. Miguel quickly took your body into his chest, squeezing you softly.
"What happened" you whispered, you felt wet tears on your shirt, his arms squeezing you tight.
Miguel stares at your face for a while,
"Power off," Miguel said, your body went limp in his arm.
But you weren't real, even if he wished it. You are just a figment of his imagination, something that was there but never real. As he touches your face, but wasn't your face.
He was still hanged up on you, and he knows it.
As he holds your robotic-like face in his hands. 'Your' glaring glass eyes stared into his own. It was something so sad, that he couldn't take it back. Your shadow was still staring at him.
A moment of regret that he couldn't take back from your death. But it was far too soon. You were already gone, already 6 feet down.
All he could do is mourn after your death. He stares off at the glass display of your once-worn spider suit, still retaining its glory as you wear it.
Even if he tried going back to a different dimension where you were still alive, it was bound to happen again, once more.
Your photo still sits in the same spot on the nightstand, where your smiling photo with you and him was taken on your birthday.
The fresh wound still bleeding out and the grim scene was a picture still in his mind. As he hugged 'your' body tighter as if it was real.
Every time he stares at the photo, it brings him back to the day you died. Rain pours onto his body, as it muddles his blood, mixing into the dirt, water, and blood. Your eyes flicking as life fades through your eyes.
Tears escaped your eyes, "Miguel, I don't wanna die" You looked at him, that was the first time you saw his face painted with fear. That was the only thing you saw on that day, before fading into an endless abyss.
But I guess he was far too late to ever bring you back.
POV: SPIDERVERSE CHARACTERS DOING THE GRIMACE SHAKE TREND
n.o.t.e.s - I'm just really bored and thought of this.
w.a.r.n - crackfic, fluff, and reader being a menace.
p.a.i.ri.n.g - various!spider-verse characters x reader
w.c. - 346
Gwen Stacy
☆ She thought of the trend as funny and thought it was kinda creepy. She would definitely be interested in doing the trend with you.
☆ When you did the trend first, she thought it was creepy like you first did it as a prank, but she was really scared she lost you.
☆ I feel like you would both do the trend on miles to scare him.
Hobie Brown
☆ He would think of the trend as funny. Lowkey would be down to do with you.
☆ When he first saw you doing the trend, he thought it was weird.
☆ He would love to prank Pavitr with this trend.
Miles Morales
☆ Miles would be scared of this together; he probably hates the trend of how creepy it is.
☆ When he first saw you doing it, he was scared, like shaking that he had lost you, just like a picture of you running to him, just saying it's a prank, while you were literally covered in the purple milkshake.
☆ He would do the trend with you, but with expecting, he doesn't have to get covered with the milkshake.
Pavitr Prabhakar
☆ I feel bad for him like he would be petrified to see literally on the floor covered in the liquid.
☆ I feel just like what you did to Miles; you would just pause everything and run to him, just trying to comfort him, apologizing to him repeatedly.
☆ This poor bb, he would do the trend with you, but you gotta beg him.
Miguel O'hara
☆ He thinks of the trend as just plain weird, like, why would you make a video of you spasming on the floor for views.
☆ When he first saw you did the trend, he was horrified that you were literally passed out on the floor, convulsing on the floor. You would just say it was just a prank; he would likely be pissed off at you for doing it.
☆ No, he wouldn't do the trend with you; he is just too srs.
POV: MIGUEL FUCKS THE SHIT OUT OF YOU
n.o.t.e.s - miguel is so hawt, like i need him inside me like right now.
p.a.i.r.i.n.g - perv!Miguel O'hara x fem!reader
w.c. - 540
Working for Miguel in the Spiderman HQ could be hard sometimes, with his demanding nature. Sometimes helping him with missions with villains in different dimensions.
Just his little assistant.
It was hard to fight villains with your revealing spider suit; even swinging with your webs was harder; it would hug all your curves and chest. Getting all types of stares for your suit, it is even risky to walk especially with the cut-out on your suit just exposing cleavage, too low that you almost flash people.
But you were too mindless to figure it out; I mean, Miguel made it just for you. You were really dumb to think that Miguel said the suit was supposed to help you. and you believe it.
You were even too dumb to figure out who was taking your panties.
Imagine perv!miguel just coming into his lab all angry and pent up, and just going crazy on you when he sees you in that little spider suit, and just bending you over the table, just going crazy on you. Just ripping your spidersuit off.
He's pounding into you from behind while your face presses against the table. Just drool covered across your face, as he just plunges into you, just spilling himself into you. Just painting your walls with cum and fucking you full with his cum.
Perv!miguel would hate wearing condoms when he screws you; he just loves how your wall hugs him as he fucks you. But it just makes him feel so good when you clench around him.
Perv!miguel just loves cumming inside you, and covering you with his cum, just makes gets rise out of him and make him horny.
Miguel would love skull fucking you, just using your face and shoving his cock down your throat. His hand just grabs onto your hair; if you wearing makeup, he would love to fuck it up.
Your lipstick just smeared across your cheek, your just drooling on his cock.
Perv!miguel just loves fingering you, even in public events, just under the table, just reaching over you under the table taking off your panties, and fucking you with his thick fingers.
Just you talking would be hard for you, just getting overstimulated by him, just shaking.
Perv!miguel enjoys using vibrators with you, just teasing you, turning it up on high when you're talking with other people. He loves to see you withering and whimpering around him.
He would love when your whiney is just so submissive for him.
Imagine just sleeping; you're deep asleep while Miguel is still awake and horny. Just looking at your sleeping form and he would just start touching you, just fondling your boobs.
Him just fingering you when you sleep, mewling in pleasure. Just waking up to Miguel hunching over you with his huge cock stretching you out as he thrusts into you and dragging it out.
Perv!miguel loves playing with your titties, small or big. He just loves to put his head between your boobs and play with them. Just squeeze them with his rough hands.
He loves sucking on them and tugging at them.
Perv!miguel whispers sweet nothingness into your ear, as he fucks you on his bed.
e-erm....uh...erm....uhh 😦
Full Body Workout
Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x f!reader
Summary: You challenge Miguel to a sparring match.
Warnings: SMUT, NSFW, 18+ ONLY, teasing, begging, oral (m/f receiving), unprotected p in v, wrestling/ grappling for control, too many positions to list lol, mirror sex, dirty talk, creampie
WC: 3.4k
A/N: This prompt won the poll that I put out AGES ago. Sorry it took so long, personal life and work life have been getting in the way and my mental health tanked so I didn’t have it in me to write anything. But, I’m back and feeling inspired again so I was able to finish this. Also, let me know your honest opinion on the positions I wrote reader and Miguel in because holy shit that was harder than I thought it was going to be. I wanted to really capture the feeling that they were wrestling around on the floor, but didn't want to make it too confusing. Please let me know if it made any sense lol. It was a challenge, but fun to write so I hope you enjoy and as always, feedback is encouraged and appreciated!!
Miguel is excited that you agreed to join him for his mid-morning workout. But excitement quickly turns to regret as you begin stretching on the mat in front of him. “This was a mistake," he mutters, and you look back and give him a questioning look.
“How am I supposed to focus when you’re doing that?” He gestures to your ass on full display, sticking straight up in the air.
You smile cheekily. "Well, if you don't want to watch me stretch, why don't you help me instead?" You teasingly wiggle your hips to entice him. It works, and he comes over to kneel on the floor behind you. Little do you know, he's planning to do a little teasing of his own as payback for distracting him.
He runs his hands up the backs of your thighs and gives your ass a light squeeze before maneuvering you onto your back. He raises one of your legs up and throws it over his shoulder, then leans over you. The tension in your hamstring causes a familiar burn and a thrill runs through you. When he switches legs, you feel his hardening bulge rub up against you and a soft moan slips from your lips. You try to move your hips against him, but before you can he places a quick kiss to your forehead and sits upright.
"Alright, I think you've been thoroughly stretched out, now let's get to it." He shoots you a wink as he stands. You had been hoping he'd let his dick do all the thinking and forfeit his original plans for an entirely different, and way more desirable, form of workout. But he seems determined to stick to his normal routine, much to your disappointment.
You get up, begrudgingly, to begin your own workout. It's leg day and you decide to start with some lunges. You intentionally face him, not wanting to miss the show. You love watching him workout. His sheer strength never fails to amaze you. Not only that, but he always does everything with such finesse and ease,, and you usually end up just bailing on your workout to watch him, your mouth watering and eyes glued to his body.
It's not only his movements that are entrancing, but the sounds. My god, the sounds he makes. All the heavy breathing and grunting causes a wet heat to flare between your legs. If you close your eyes, you can picture him above you, fucking you with the same power and agility he's showcasing right now.
He's in a pushup position, doing reps with a weight bigger than your head. Every time he pulls it up to his chest, he lets out a jagged exhale through his nose and you wish desperately you were feeling it on your neck while he pounds into you from behind.
You find yourself completely mesmerized by the sounds he's making, the furrow in his brow, and the sweat glistening on his skin. It's a delicious sight and you realize you've completely stopped moving and are simply standing there, staring at him.
He takes notice as he moves the weight to the other hand and catches a glimpse of you out of the corner of his eye. You quickly look away but judging by the smirk on his face you know he caught you. He's too distracting, so you decide to finish the rest of your workout on the elliptical, just waiting for him to be done and hoping he'll take you back to the apartment and relieve you of the ache he's created between your legs.
As you set your pace on the machine, you curse yourself for not bringing headphones. You can only just barely see him out of the corner of your eye, but you hear him as he's laid out doing bench presses. The grunting is going straight to your core and you feel a warmth starting to form in your belly. Now alight with burning need, you step off and go to stand in front of him. If he's not willing to postpone his workout to fuck you silly like you want, then you think you've got the perfect compromise.
You walk over and stand in front of him, hands on your hips. “Let’s spar."
"What?” he asks, finishing the set and then sitting up.
"You heard me. I wanna spar. C'mon. Or are you scared I'm going to kick your ass?" You goad, knowing full well he could squash you like a bug if he actually tried.
He smiles at you, amused by your trash talk, but hesitates. "I don't know if that's such a good idea…" It seems like he wants doesn't want to risk the chance of hurting you, which you both know he wouldn't let happen, but he's really just trying to fight the urge to fuck you. He's been struggling since he saw you saunter out in your tight workout clothes this morning. If you were to spar, he knows being that close to you would make him lose what little control he's clinging to.
"C’mon, I just want to give it a try. I promise, I'll go easy on you," you joke.
“Okay," he chuckles, "but nothing too crazy. Just some basic grappling stuff." He rises off the bench, and lets his eyes roam your body. He curses himself for it as he feels himself growing hard. His eyes stay glued to your ass as he follows you to the mat in the middle of the room.
He verbally walks you through a few maneuvers and you pick one to try. He gets into position behind you and holds you up against him, and you're supposed to duck out of his grasp. You attempt the move, and fail, so he pulls you back into him to try it again. You get into position, gripping his arm, and wait for him to give you the go ahead. He leans down to speak softly into your ear. "Good, just like that. Now try it again, but just a little faster."
His words send a tingle across your skin and your grip on him loosens. With your guard effectively down, he spins you around and sweeps your feet out from under you. You let out a squeak and feel brace yourself, but he grabs you before you hit the mat and lowers you to the ground. You notice he now has you completely trapped under him. He holds your arms to your sides and uses his leg to pin one of your own down. He leaves one leg free, and you plant it on the ground, attempting to push yourself out of his hold, but it's useless. You let out a frustrated sigh.
"Ready to give up?" he taunts, eyes gleaming with mischief.
"It's not fair. I'm at a disadvantage," you whine, still attempting to free yourself from his grasp.
"And why is that?" he questions. There are a million reasons you're at a disadvantage going up against him, but your answer is not one he is expecting.
"My pants," you state plainly.
"Your…pants,” he echoes, amused, but waiting for clarification.
"They’re too restrictive. I don't have full range of motion." You wriggle under him and his eyes fall to your shorts. He admires the way the taught fabric hugs your thighs.
“Hmm. Well, we wouldn't want this to be an unfair fight, would we?” He leans back and grabs the top of your pants and frees you from their confines. He sits back on his haunches and tosses the clothing side. Then, with as much force as you can muster up, you use your feet to push against his hips, effectively knocking him off balance. He topples over and his back hits the mat with a light thud. He's quite impressed, but before he can sit up and praise you, you crawl over to him and straddle his hips.
"Nice move," he comments, and looks down to see you resting on his bulge and he can feel the wet heat of your core through his shorts. "Thanks. I learned from the best, " you say with a wink and begin grinding on him, causing the fabric to drag along your folds. You quicken the motion as you feel him twitch beneath you.
After a few moments, you turn the other way and attempt to rid him of his shorts, giving him a glimpse of your bare ass in the process. The second you finish taking them off, he's pulling you back to hover over his face. You steady yourself and go to scold him for taking back control, but before you can say anything he pulls you down onto his face. Your eyes squeeze shut, and you gasp as he begins exploring you thoroughly with his tongue. You shiver at the warmth of his mouth against you.
When your eyes finally flutter open, you catch a glimpse of his tip dripping with anticipation, begging to be touched. You lean down, grip his thighs, and begin gliding your tongue over his length. He grunts and you feel the sound reverberate over your clit.
You want to feel it again, so you take him into your mouth and start sucking his head. He bucks his hips, pushing himself to the back of your throat. He lets out a long groan this time and you pull him in deeper. You gag a little and he grips your thighs tight as your throat constricts around him. You feel his heavy breathing grazing your skin as he laps you up feverishly.
With your own pleasure building rapidly, you pull your mouth off of him and begin stroking him while letting out a steady stream of moans. You can tell you're getting close. Miguel can too, so he sloppily sucks at your clit, then rolls it gently between his teeth. This proves to be too much for you, and you grip him at the base as your orgasm washes over you. As the pleasure rolls through your body, you clench around nothing and realize how empty you feel without him inside you. He nips at your thighs as you come down and you give him a few sloppy strokes before sitting up, desperate to feel him fill you up.
You start to crawl down his body, but he quickly pulls you backwards. You land with your back to him, and he secures you in place with his arm across your chest. He spreads your legs, holding them open with his own, and uses his free hand to begin rubbing himself against you.
"I wanted to ride you," you pout, and angle your hips so that his tip catches on your clit as he slides back and forth against you.
"By all means, go ahead and try." You attempt to wiggle free but it's futile. "Guess we're doing it my way," He enters you slowly, gliding in with no resistance. You both let out a low moan.
"You take me so well," he praises. You sigh as he bottoms. He places kisses all up your neck while giving you a few seconds to adjust. His free hand settles on your hip, and you expect him to start thrusting into you, but he surprises you when he flips the both of you over.
He cages you in against the floor and grinds into you, slowly but deeply. He has you whimpering into the mat, needing him to go faster. But you know he loves to torture you like this, intentionally setting a pace that has you writhing and begging for more, while keeping your climax just out of reach. You crane your neck to try and get a good look at him, but he has his face buried in your neck. You tug on his hair to get his attention.
"Let me see you," you whine. When he lifts his head, he's enthralled by the sight of you, lips bitten and eyes wide. He crashes his mouth into yours and glides his tongue over yours, hungrily, before pulling away and flipping you over. He grabs one wrist in each hand and anchors them to the floor above your head.
Desire flares in you as his eyes meet yours, staring back at you with such fervent need. He brings his face closer, and your noses brush as he stares deep into your eyes. Then without warning he's back inside you and begins fucking you with much more momentum than before. You wrap your legs around his hips and the new angle has his length reaching so deep you swear you can feel it in your stomach.
"Oh fuck, just like that," you say, breathily. Your ankles dig into his lower back, pulling him even deeper, causing his tip to find the exact spot that sends jolts of pleasure straight to your core. Your mouth falls open in a silent scream as he stretches you. His grip on your wrists loosens and his eyes fall shut as he gets caught up the feeling of your silky walls hugging him. As you contract around him again and again, he drops his head.
You now have a good view of his exposed neck and can see the sweat glistening on his skin. Your mouth starts to water at the sight, and you place a few sloppy kisses up the slope of his neck before dragging your tongue along the skin to get a taste. You feel his hips falter and he relaxes his grip on you. You take this moment of weakness to muster up as much strength as you can and roll him over until you're straddling him.
He grunts as his head comes to rest on the floor. He moves his hands to your hips to attempt to regain control, but you grab them and put them above his head, mirroring the position he had you in just moments ago. "Who knew a few kisses to the neck is all it takes to overpower you," you tease. You begin to grind on him nice and slow, your walls dragging along his length. He moans and his lips buck under you.
"Come on. Please," he implores, voice dripping with want.
"Lucky for you, it's leg day." You plant your feet on the floor and begin to ride him in earnest, and his breath quickens. As you bounce faster and faster, he squirms underneath you, so much so that his wrists come free from your grasp. You place your hands on his chest to hold him down that way instead.
Your palms travel the broad expanse of his chest and find it increasingly harder to stay steady as the pressure inside you builds. He senses you're struggling a bit, so he grabs your hips to help guide you up and down on his cock.
Soon your whole body is thrumming with pleasure and, no longer able to hold yourself up, you collapse on his chest. Not wanting you to lose your momentum, he quickly begins thrusting up into you. He wraps his arms around you to pull you down onto him. Within seconds he has you crying out as you tumble over the edge. You bury your face in his chest and plant light kisses across his soft skin as you ride out your high. He fucks you through it, but you're so wet he eventually slips right out of you.
You're still buzzing from you last orgasm, but he is desperate to feel your warmth again. He rolls you over into your side, then spots the mirror that panels the wall. He sits up and pulls you into his arms with your back pressed to his chest. He holds you tight to him, arm across your chest like a seat belt and the other across your waist.
He gets up onto his knees and his eyes meet yours in the mirror. Anticipation pulses through you as his arm momentarily leaves your waist to line himself up with your entrance. Raw with need, he slides in and returns his arm to your waist and begins pulling you down onto him in tandem with his thrusts. If it weren't for his tight grip on you, you would have toppled over.
Your breathing comes out in short, sharp pants and you look up to see the two of you in the mirror. His body is completely engulfing yours. Not only are his arms around you, but your thighs are enclosed by his and they're pressing yours together. It makes you feel even tighter and Miguel grunts into your neck, and he can feel himself creeping closer to his own release.
He lifts his head to kiss up the side of your face, then meets your gaze. It'd be apparent to anyone who could see the two of you like this that he has the upper hand. You can barely move except to angle your hips to take every forceful thrust. But you both know you have just as much control over him and his pleasure as he does you. It's evident in the way he squeezes his eyes shut and his hips stutter every time you walls grip him tight, and the way he has to do everything in his power not to cum as he hears those heavenly noises pouring from your mouth.
He has to keep himself from cumming, determined to pull one more from you before he finally gives in. Your eyes flutter shut, and you attempt to reach up to run your fingers through his hair, your other hand hanging onto his forearm. Your nails dig into his skin, and he lets out a soft growl at the delicious burn.
He dips his head down to nip at your ear. "Touch yourself," he commands, and you go to look at him over your shoulder, but he grabs your chin to angle your face to meet his in the mirror.
"C'mon. I want you to see how fucking good you look when you touch with yourself. I know your clit must be throbbing, don't you think it deserves a little attention?" The grovel in his voice and his measured thrusts have your mind a little hazy, so you don't move right away. Before your hand can catch up with your brain, he grabs your wrist and shoves it between your thighs for you. He stills his hips and pulls your legs apart so he can get a good look at your spread folds in the mirror.
"Mmm. It's so swollen, just begging to be played with. Go on, play with that pretty pussy." He gently glides your hand over your exposed nub, then pulls away you start moving on your own. "Look at you, getting yourself off while I'm inside you. Dirty little thing.”
You do your best to nod in response. "You make me feel so full," you moan out as you swipe back and forth over your clit.
He involuntarily bucks his hips, pushing himself deeper into you. He curses under his breath, and you lay your head back and look up at him. “You gonna fuck me?” You question while simultaneously rolling your hips, and he sucks in a sharp breath.
“Or am I going to have to finish the job myself?” You feign a pout, and he leans down, pulling your bottom lip between his teeth.
Your words spur him on, and he starts moving again. He's giving you slow, hard thrusts and you squeak as each one hits deeper and deeper. He notices your hand speed up and he fucks you faster to match the pace. The feeling of him filling you up, the soft squelch each time he bottoms out and his ragged breathing grazing your skin is all you can focus on, and he sees your wrist go limp. He's quick to replace your hand with his own. His fingers swirl in fast, tight circles around your clit and you let out what sounds like a sob.
The sensation is too much, and you go rigid in his arms, white hot pleasure shooting across your body. He sees your eyes roll back as you gush around him, and whispers sweet nothings into your ear. You don't even register what he's saying and eventually go limp in his arms. He can still feel you fluttering around him, and he lets out a deep, guttural moan and releases inside you.
He gently sets you down onto the mat and collapses beside you, thoroughly drained. As you're attempting to catch your breath, he pulls you up into his side and you rest your head onto his chest.
"If I knew working out could be this fun, I'd come with you every day," you jest, although you'd be more than willing to add this to your routine.
“So, same time tomorrow then?” He asks with a smile.