Dont Ever Get Me Near Miguel Because I WILL Be Doing Unspeakable Things,,,,..... Like Bending Him Over

dont ever get me near miguel because i WILL be doing unspeakable things,,,,..... like bending him over so far that his knees r touching his shoulders and go WHAM on him telling him im gonna actually give him a baby🐺i wanna be so deep that i reach his womb like.. wdym he has a cock?? he has a pussy,,,.. this is real, im his suit🙏🏼 #blessed

Having Miguel on his back and absolutely devouring his pussy, his thick thighs framing your head. His face feels like it’s burning at the absolutely depraved sounds of you slurping up all the slick dripping from his hole. A sob is ripped from his throat when you latch onto his puffy clit, sucking and lavishing it with broad licks as you slide your fingers into his cunt. He’s so warm and soft and wet, rocking into your mouth and fingers with breathy moans and whimpers. Your fingers hit that spot inside him that makes him see stars behind his eyelids, drilling into his cunt with soft squelching sounds that have his eyes screwing shut in embarrassment.

“C’mon, baby, give it to me.” You say against his clit, your warm breath fanning over his wet folds. Miguel curls his fingers into your hair with a choked off curse, his thighs locking around your head as he comes, absolutely gushing over your face. You dig your fingers into his quivering thigh, your throat working to swallow the sweet slick squirting into your mouth. The lower half of your face is soaked, strings of his cum and your saliva hanging between you as you pull away to admire the way his pussy clenches around nothing. “Fuck,” You rasp, only allowing him a minute of respite before you’re burying your face into his pussy again. Miguel throws an arm over his face, his hips bucking like he can’t decide whether to pull away or move closer.

miguel on top desperately riding u and begging u to take over n pound him through the floorboards

ftm!miguel o'hara x reader

a/n — avid pussy enjoyer here

"Here? Now?" You mutter under your breath, a small grin on your face as you feel him push you down against the floor roughly. It didn't bother you at all, really— it was just a tad amusing seeing him so desperate like this. He was usually quite well put together, but this was something different.

"Yeah, and?" Miguel says with a scoff, letting out a breathy sigh when he grinds his hips against your own. His head tilts back, and you see his the eyes of his mask squinting slightly when your crotches meet. You both were supposed to go around the different multiverses and make sure things were okay, but clearly, Miguel had a different idea. Sure, the mission had been boring so far since there wasn't much going awry around, but you didn't think it would lead to... this. He had pulled you into an abandoned building to talk privately, he said... what a conversation this was.

You passed your hands over his thighs, gently squeezing the mixture of muscle and fat of them. Power rippled underneath the skin, much more than you'd ever seen. Everything about the man on top of you screamed strength and intelligence. You admired that about him.

"Miguel, mi amor... They're going to come looking for us if we do this. This can wait a bit, can't it?" You tried to be the voice of reason, but a particularly hard roll of the man's hips shut you up real quick. You can feel his core twitch against you, already slick with arousal against your half hard cock.

"Let them find us." Miguel says, voice heavy and dripping with need. He was getting impatient. You watch as he grabs the bottom half of both your suits, his claws digging in deep before tearing away at the fabric without a care in the world. That'll be very annoying to fix later, you think to yourself, but his hands distract you very quickly. "We haven't been left alone all damn week, I need this now or else I'll go crazy." He growls lowly and you can imagine him baring his fangs underneath his mask.

You lean back onto the hardwood floor with a sigh, "That's true, isn't it?" May as well let him use you to his hearts content so he gets his fill.

He quickly works you to full hardness, thumb swiping over your weeping tip. If he weren't more careful, Miguel would have scratched your dick off. You were thankful. To show your appreciation, your hand slide down his thigh and made its way to his exposed cunt. You let out a pleased noise seeing how positively dripping he is for you already. You rub a circle over his clit, gently nudging the sensitive bundle. You're just about to slip your fingers into his folds when he stops you. Miguel tightens his grip onto your wrists before pinning them down above your head.

"You take too long." He mutters, lifting his hips up and guiding your cock into him. You hear a low hiss from him when your tip brushes against his clit, but that quickly turns into a noise of pleasure from the both of you as you slip inside. He feels absolutely heavenly around you, it takes everything within you to not break out of his grip to fuck up into his tight pussy.

Miguel was in control, you told yourself, for now.

You both sit there for a moment, relishing in the moment. Miguel's head is tilted back, a low groan threatening to rip itself from his throat whenever you shifted your hips.

"Deberías darte prisa, cariño. No quieres que nadie nos vea así, ¿verdad?" You purr at him, purposely using whatever little leverage you had to thrust lightly into him. You brushed right over Miguel's sweetspot, so close yet so far.

Miguel let out a frustrated groan and grabbed his mask, ripping it off and truly, it was more beautiful than anything you've ever seen. His cheeks were flushed, hair messy and sticking to his face with each heavy pant that falls from his lips. His fangs were threatening to rip through his lower lip from how hard he was biting down onto it. You'd tease him more if you could.

"¿Alguna vez sabes cuándo cerrar la boca, hijo de puta?" Miguel spits out, lifting his hips up and slamming down onto your cock roughly. It strikes all the good places within him and he lets out a soft moan. He eventually lets go of your wrists to steady himself on your shoulders, letting you grab ahold of his hips. The more you complied, the better it would be for the both of you.

Miguel must've wanted this bad because the way he squeezes down onto you when he lifts himself up leaves you breathless. Like he's determined to milk you dry. At first, his quick, rough pace was working until his hips began to stutter with each stroke of your thick cock within him. His legs were straining and his pace was getting sloppy. You knew what this meant.

With a small smile on your face, you passed a hand over his abdomen. "Struggling a little, hermoso? I can help you..." You muttered, planting your feet flat on the ground and thrust up into him firmly. It knocks the breath out of the man and he about collapses onto you. You can feel his claws digging into your shoulders, tearing at your suit but you didn't care anymore. You loved the wild look in his eyes, it was unlike anything you've ever seen.

After a bit of consideration, he growls out, "Fine. You owe me." If it meant fucking that pretty pussy of his again in the future, you'd do anything he'd ask.

Wordlessly, you flipped him onto his back with ease— warming something in the pits of Miguel's belly. He was glad you were strong.

You immediately leaned in to kiss him, starting off sweet but ending up sloppy as always. Miguel bites at your lips as if he were a man starved, his fang nicking your bottom lip and the taste of metal spreading throughout the kiss. You pulled away for a second before he pulled you back in desperately, wrapping his arms around your neck to keep you close. You were glad you didn't need air as frequently as any other human would.

While you kissed, you guided yourself back into him, sliding in with ease. This finally gets him to pull away from the kiss, a soft moan falling from his swollen lips. "D-date prisa, dios— no puedo soportarlo más." He says breathlessly, his eyelids fluttering when he felt your tip brush against that spot within him. He lets go of your neck and squeezes your shoulders, spreading his legs out further. What a whore.

You chuckle and set that same rough pace from before that you know he loves so much. "Telling me to hurry up, huh? Didn't you start this, Miguelito? You wanted this." You say with a cruel grin, emphasising your words with strikes to his cunt that leave Miguel speechless. You thumb at his clit again as you move, pressing against that bundle of nerves in all the right way.

He was so wet, absolutely dripping from just your words. Each smack of skin against skin and Miguel's helpless moans resonates through the room, the air thick with the scent of sex and blood.

"I bet you would just love it if I got you knocked up, huh?" You coo, a strangled sob coming from the man beneath you, "Te encantaría llevar a mis bebés, ¿no? Wanna see you all round with my kin, then maybe then you'd calm down and take a break finally, huh?" Your words are absolute filth and Miguel is eating up every bit of it.

You can feel your gut tightening up and with the way you're feeling him clench around you whilst making your back his own personal scratch post— it's safe to assume he's about to cum too.

"Gonna cum, mi amor. Where do you want it?" You ask, slowing down to a grinding halt to get his attention.

Miguel's voice is hoarse but he sobs out, "Inside— Adentro, por favor. Los amo tanto, quiero a sus bebés... Por favor, por favor, los necesito, los amo—" You shush him with a sweet kiss, one that leaves him absolutely wrecked. His lashes are wet with unshed tears, threatening to slip the harder you fucked him into the floor.

"Anything for you, sweet thing." You mutter softly into the kiss, wiping away his tears away.

You kiss his face a couple times before taking ahold of one of his hands to keep him grounded. You pushed him down into a mating press, the new angle successfully driving Miguel insane as you drove so deep within him.

You rubbed against his clit as you fucked into him like it was your last day on earth, watching the oh so stoic Miguel O'Hara unravel into a begging, whimpering mess underneath you.

You can feel his cunt squeezing down onto you and before you know it, he orgasms. That was enough for the pressure within you to finally snap, cock twitching as you emptied a thick, hot load into him. You continued moving within him, making sure every last drop of your release was pumped into him before eventually slowing down to a stop.

You were both absolutely fucked out, Miguel moreso than you. Tears and droll stained his face and you couldn't help but be proud of yourself. You leaned in to kiss him, muttering a soft 'good boy' under your breath. He kissed you back softly this time, low purrs coming from him as you showered him with praise and affection.

This was all interrupted when Miguel's watch beeped and small hologram of Jessica appeared.

"You two lovebirds finished patrolling yet? We have a situation that needs to be taken care of." She says with a hum, a slightly smug look on her face. She knew. Of course, she did.

"We'll be there in five." Miguel said roughly, his voice completely shot.

"Oh, and try to clean up before you get here, please? We don't anyone seeing-"

"WE'LLBETHEREINFIVEBYE." Miguel yells out, embarrassment clear in his face before closing the communication line. That woman would be the death of him. He lets out an irritated sigh and looks to you, slightly startled by the lovestruck look in your eyes.

Yeah, this would be the man you'd marry, you concluded.

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fucking miguel's pussy in a public restroom stall not caring if other people outside can hear. occasionally a person would enter the stall next to you both so they can hear better and jerk off desperately to you both fucking. the cum from you both would be too much that they spill down to the floor and flow to the outside the stall.

this is so hot ... I hope I did your idea justice.

(implied ftm Miguel).

At first, Miguel is tense. He gives you a warning glare and presses his palm against his mouth when you push him against the stall door and your cock sinks into his pussy. You ignore his silent threat and buck your hips forward, beginning to fuck into him.

He's tense when someone enters the washroom but you don't let up, even when the person freezes at the sound of skin against skin. He should tell you to stop, but he can't bring himself to voice his thoughts.

You continue even when the person chooses to enter the stall next to you, though the rest are empty. They shut the door frantically and you hear them unzip their jeans with an equal amount of urgency. Miguel's claws dig into his cheek with the tight hold he has over his mouth. He looks back at you with a sharp glare, his other hand pressing back against your abdomen to push you away. He pauses when you hear a groan from the neighbouring stall and the familiar slick sound of someone fisting their cock. You grin at Miguel and pull further back to then fuck deeper into him.

After you coax his first orgasm out of him, Miguel lets himself go. He lets himself get drunk off of your cock and the fact that he's hidden in a stall, with no one around to recognize him. His hand leaves his face to press against the door and he rests his forehead on his forearm. He pants and lets moans slip past his lips without silencing himself.

There's already a puddle of your mixed cum pooling beneath you, and the accompanying groans and whines of whoever stumbles upon you spurs you on. Miguel must not mind it as much as he communicates through his glares and whispered curses. Not when his breath hitches whenever someone moans to the wet sound of you fucking his pussy and your shared groans.

y'know, i kinda wonder how a cowboy with a thick accent would sound when he's begging to cum. like, he's sat on top of you, the same way he straddles his horse—and all shame has been thrown out the window. he's a breathless, sweaty mess, and apart from the whining, he's letting all kinds of obscenities fly out of his mouth– of what he wants you to do to him.

btw, when i say 'thick accent', i don't mean 'sweet southern countryside' accent.

i mean the “th's 'ere town ain't big 'nuff fer th' two of us.” + “y' new 'round 'ere, partner? look'n fer a place t' stay?” + “'s dangerous t' be walk'n 'round 'ere by yerself, kid. 'specially at night.” type of accent.

i think miguel o'hara doesn't like voicing out his needs, instead he makes you "force him" to say them. he can be pushy, he can grab and pull, kiss and bite but his mouth will only spill out moans and some groans when he's halfway hard and you're not being fast on taking off your clothes or touching him.

he would grind and do everything in his power to get you to be just as horny as he feels. he'd curse out, both in english and spanish when you finally touch him back, when you're the one running your mouth to call out his whorish behavior.

he can bend wherever you guide him to, spreading his legs real nice for you, even arching his back. maybe you want him on top, ready to ride you, and he'll be happy to oblige. or maybe he'll let you push him around, seeing your face as you position yourself between his legs, watching his chest go up and down when he'll eventually sigh in relief, thinking he's about to get what he desperately wants.

his eyes would beg you to fill him up, but you'd wait enough to get him to a breaking point. teasing him, grabbing him, pinching his skin and leaving marks in his neck or back while he starts getting desperate because his cock has been already leaking from the beginning, and he really really needs you.

and by that point it'll only take a bit of dirty talking the big stud, telling him how hot and needy he looks, and he's done. his tone will be demanding, but soon enough he won't stop begging for your cock, screaming your name and asking nicely for more. miguel tells himself he didn't say all those things by choice, you push him to it, you made him be that stuttering mess, but he secretly loves how hard you fuck him each time he says please.

and so he'll say it again and again until you cum inside of him.

I saw the "Omega! Miguel" post and was reminded of something I read once in a fic that some omegas could get grumpy due to baby fever or hormone related stuff and honestly seeing how grumpy and stressed that man is, poor little thing deserves to be breeded

he'd be so grumpy and bratty, his usually soothing sent being marred a bitter overtone. you could see just how stressed he was, but any time you asked about it, he brushed you off. after a week of miguel's stand-offish behavior, you finally confronted him properly and fished the answer out of him. after all, your omega was upset, and your inner alpha was howling to know why.

what you weren't expecting was miguel's flustered, unusually shy mumble of "i want a baby...". to say you were shocked was an understatement, but you quickly shook yourself out of your stupor. if your omega wanted a baby, he would get a baby.

this leads to you primally fucking him, breeding him again and again, pushing deep to make sure your seed properly took. the sweet, happy chirps and whimpers from miguel spurred on your need to breed.

"i'll make you a mama, i promise."