Thinking About Miguel Desperately Fisting His Cock And Absolutely Smothering Himself With A Shirt He

Thinking about Miguel desperately fisting his cock and absolutely smothering himself with a shirt he fished out from your dirty laundry. He’s taking deep lungfuls of the smell of your sweat that’s impregnated into the fabric, moaning and groaning like an animal as he fucks into his hand. It’s all wet and sloppy with all the precum dripping from his cock like a broken faucet, his balls sticky and smacking against his fist. He’s so gross, sniffing your dirty clothes like some mutt and getting off on it. He barely waited to rummage through your things the second you left the apartment, following his nose. God, he’s such a disgusting piece of—

His body shudders violently as he paints his stomach with cum, and his chest heaves with his rapid breathing. Miguel blinks the tears from his eyes and lowers the shirt, licking the drool from his lips, just in time to see you leaning against the doorway. His face begins to burn in embarrassment, and he clears his throat, not knowing what to do with the shirt in his hand, but you’re grinning.

“Good?” You ask amusedly, popping a single piece of popcorn into your mouth. He didn’t hear you come back from the store, much less make popcorn. The whole thing is absolutely ridiculous, but he’s salivating again the moment he notices the outline of your hard cock against your sweatpants. “You wanna take this to the bed or do you want me to fuck your throat in the laundry pile?”

Miguel wordlessly leans back onto the nest of dirty clothes and opens his mouth.

PRAISE THE LORDDDDDD

Whispering to ftm miguel that you're going to fill his womb with your kids

miguel in the mating press position!!

he’s crying with fat tears slipping down his cheeks, hair messy on top of his head and he’s moaning out and he just looks so utterly sinful.

he’s folded in half, thighs against his chest with his hands attempting to latch onto anything to keep himself grounded. it wasn’t helping at all, with the way your cock was filling every inch of him.

to say he was sopping wet was an understatement, and it hadn’t helped that he was on his third orgasm of the night. he was truly pliant in your hold; allowing you to do as you please.

“you feel that, love? feel how deep i am? at this rate i could get you pregnant..” you grunted, and he squeals as he gushes out another orgasm. “you like that don’t you, want me to fill you up with my cum until you’re fucking dripping,” you all-but-growl, punctuating your words with unforgiving and harsh thrusts.

miguel was blissed out of his fucking mind, he had no thought left in his head besides being focused on you, you, you.

Why are there so many fics where Miguel assaults the reader? Why are they making him a rapist and romanticizing it?? What is wrong with people????

miguel getting overstimulated and biting u w his fangs bc everything feels too much

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miguel o'hara

a/n — he's so lady gaga coded to me i think

It's cute seeing him so overwhelmed like this. Deep pants and heavy breaths, his skin sticky with sweat and fluids. He looks heavenly like this. Miguel curses under his breath when you thrust particularly hard into him, feeling him clench down onto your desperately. He lets out a deep grunt— a growl almost. He tangles his fingers into your hair and tugs harshly, kissing you roughly. You could feel him biting down onto your bottom lip, tongue, anything really. It seemed Miguel was desperate to swallow up any of your moans as your rough pace completely destroyed what little resolve he had left.

His clawed hand dug into the blade of your shoulder, little droplets of blood dripping down your skin. The metallic smell made Miguel salivate, mouth watering as he imagined how good you would taste. He suddenly pulled away with a harsh breath, his addicting little noises spilling from those plump lips of his. You noticed the far out look in his eyes, glazed and hazy— you knew.

Smirking to yourself, you pulled out of him agonisingly slow till the tip remained. Immediately, he complained at your lack of action.

"I ought to take your head off. Hnn- H-hurry this up." Miguel said whilst baring his teeth at you, panting heavily and glaring daggers. But you paid him no mind. Instead, you pushed him into a more strenuous position, his knees nearly touching his ears. The heavy breathing that came from him only increased as he felt the burn of the stretch in his thighs. He loved every second of it, but he loved what you did next the most.

You pushed back into him again, your grip on his supple thighs iron tight and unrelenting. But Miguel didn't care about that right now. You were so close, neck so exposed... it was tempting.

"Go on, pretty boy." You urged, wrapping a hand around his throbbing, leaking cock and slowly stroking it. It felt like you had been teasing him until now.

One bite wouldn't hurt.

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WHAT PART OF THIS WAS NECESSARY

I had to draw...the claws