Eating Out Miguel For Hours While He Claws At The Ned Before Giving Him What He Wants Your Cock And Cum

Eating out miguel for hours while he claws at the Ned before giving him what he wants your cock and cum

Trans!Miguel O'Hara x Male Reader Warnings: NSFW, 18+ Only. Oral (r giving), afab terms used, sex, creampies.

Your tongue and fingers work in tandem, coaxing orgasm after orgasm from Miguel. By the time you’re somewhat satisfied his thighs are dripping, trembling either side of your head, and when you look up he’s already watching you with glossy eyes, halfway to delirium and only held down by the grip he has on your hair. He’s hypnotised when you pull away, translucent strings of saliva and his slick coating the lower half of your face, and he expends what little energy he has left to pull you up into a sloppy makeout, humming into the kiss when he tastes himself on your tongue.

Neither of you are fully satisfied yet, and when you inch your cock inside it’s a seamless glide, the knot in your gut already tight after spending so long between his thighs. You’ve barely bottomed out and he’s already impatient, claws sinking deeper where they’ve come to rest on your back, shaky legs doing their best to wrap around you as he mumbles against your lips “Move.”

Normally you would punish him for his lack of manners, draw it out even longer, but with the way he’s so desperate underneath you, you don’t. Instead, you set a rapid pace - pulling out until just the tip is inside and then slamming back in, the warm, gummy walls of his cunt sucking you in. After just a few minutes he’s clinging onto you, pussy fluttering around your cock as he groans, “Estoy cerca.”

You’re right behind him, pleasure coiling in your abdomen as each thrust sends sparks of pleasure up your spine. “Fuck, me too, where do you-”

He doesn’t let you finish. If he had more energy he would roll his eyes at such a dumb question, as if the same thing doesn’t happen every time, and yet like every other time, he’s answering without thinking. “Inside, please, inside.” 

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."

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.

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.

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.

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.