ok SO - i started off with this idea in mind ofc but as i was writing i accidentally like wrote about kinda a first date/first kiss kinda thing?? but yeah i tried and THANK YOU for requesting this. such a cute idea
contains fluff, soft miguel AHHHH, kisses (duh). 639 wrds
enjoy!!
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“ah!” gasping at the sudden downpour, you raised a hand above your head, unsuccessfully attempting to shield yourself from the rain. scrambling to grip miguel with the other, you tugged on his sleeve.
“we’re gonna get all wet!”
“c’mere.” miguel laughed as he pulled you gently towards the doorway, brushing the wet strands of hair away from your face.
the coffee shop doorway was our saviour, small yet mighty. it offered you a somewhat cozy safe haven from the rain, fairy lights strewn across the door and vines creeping along the worn brick.
“you ok, cariño?” he laughed softly as he shook the rain out of his hair, now beginning to drip down his neck.
“never been better.” you gushed, trying not to smile too wide as you took all of him in. somehow he’d never looked better.
“ah… fuck. i’m an idiot though - should’ve checked the weather before we came. guess our plans are all ruined now.” he rubbed his neck, frowning slightly.
“hey - it’s not ruined. it’s just… you know. postponed?” you offer, trying to make miguel feel better. you reach up, gently adjusting a few stray pieces of hair from his face.
he sighed, nodding.
“you’re right corazón. our plans aren’t ruined. and lord knows i would willingly get caught in torrential downpour a hundred times over if it meant you were there alongside me.” he murmured, looking down at you. reaching up, he traced your jawline gently.
your breath hitched in your throat as miguel gazed at you through thick eyelashes, feeling like you could just about drown in his warm chocolate-brown eyes. his touch on your face was so subtle; yet had an almost embarrassing effect on you.
“me too miguel.” you smiled back shyly, biting your bottom lip.
“and hey - this isn’t all too bad either!” you laughed, gesturing to the small frame around you.
“mhm. not bad at all.” miguel said softly, his eyes not leaving yours for a second. he leaned down so his face was a breath away from yours.
“can i kiss you hermosa?” he breathed, now looking down at your lips.
“please.”
without a second’s further hesitation, miguel closed the gap between you. kissing you gently yet passionately, his hands trailed down to meet your hip, pressing it against his own. your soft whimpers only drove miguel crazier, slipping his tongue into your mouth. your hands seemed to have a mind of their own, your shyness melting away as they entangled themselves in his thick curls. he groaned against your mouth, becoming sloppier as he heard your own desperation. you threw your head back as you became lost in the pleasure,
“miguel.” you whined, needing more.
“i know, i know amor.” he murmured against your neck, nibbling at it gently. he groaned as he withdrew his head slowly, wiping off his mouth with the back of his hand. laughing quietly, he shook his head.
“fuck. you’re gonna make me crazy.”
you grinned lopsidedly, admiring the flushed look on his face. you rubbed the back of your neck, breathing slowly in an attempt to calm yourself down.
“you’re good at that, ya know?”
he cocked his head, smirking.
“yeah. i know.” he leant back into the wall, crossing his arms.
“and uh… you know it stopped raining right?”
“when?!” you frowned, realising it was true. you hadn’t even noticed the change in weather, too caught up in your own little world.
“right around the time i asked to kiss you. but uh, we were already pretty occupied so i figured the weather could wait.” he shrugged.
“but now we can actually go ahead with our original plans.” he laughed, grabbing your hand.
you bit your lip as you looked up at him, trying to hide your huge cheesy smile.
“yes please - but i’m expecting another kiss. no matter the weather!”
wait guys idk how it works but pls send thru requests i turned on the anonymous q thingy!! also tysm for all the support for my first post y’all are so aweskme 🌷
basically pure miguel x reader smut. little fluff at end duhh. 1697 words.
contains masterbation, dry humping, split pov (splits at -----), cussing etc. 18+
this was my first time writing smut + i'm not a writer. saur don't be mean...
NSFW below the cut... enjoy babes !!
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the battle against sleep was one i rarely lost; staying up countless nights waiting for him. but tonight sleep threatened to take over me, making my eyelids droopy and my head heavy. still, i pressed on.
i glanced up and admired as the moon lit up the sky, taking note of how it was projecting its milky rays throughout my apartment. a soft july wind drifted through my open window, thick and full with the muffled sounds of city life after dark. despite the picturesque environment enveloping me, i couldn’t help but feel unsatisfied. everything meant nothing if you weren’t here to experience it with me.
i craned my neck, taking in the city around me as i frantically searched for one thing. miguel. it had been weeks since i’d seen him, touched him, tasted him. i didn’t want to seem pathetic, but i was definitely getting desperate.
i sat on the windowsill, so the light wind was directly blowing through my hair and softly kissing my face. my fingers traced the wood absently, my mind was obviously far away from here.
“cariño.”
i frowned and tilted my head up at the familiar sound, squinting back out into the night sky.
i heard an exasperated sigh.
“behind you.”
“oh.”
i breathed. glancing over my shoulder, i immediately knew it was him. miguel was leaning on the doorframe, looking down at me. although the room was only lit from the moon rays, i could still manage to make out and admire the angular beauty of his face.
“miguel.” unsure of what to say, i cleared my throat and tucked my hair behind my ears. “nice to uh, see you i guess.”
“…i guess?” he sighed, stepping forward slightly. i turned away again, my back now facing him. although i had been longing for him to come, now that he was here all i felt was… anger.
“why are you here?” i whispered, and it was almost like i was asking the night sky instead.
“i… i’ve been meaning to see you. work’s just been so busy, and it’s hard to get the time.” i heard the soft padding of feet on the hardwood floor and then felt his tall frame looming over mine. he softly placed his hands on my shoulders, massaging softly.
“mami… let me make it up to you.” his voice was thick like honey.
i allowed myself to sink into his touch slightly, getting somewhat lost in the sensation. miguel’s hands were like magic, squeezing all the right places. it reminded me of all the more… explicit things they could do.
“mm. feels good.” i breathe, squirming on the windowsill. i could practically taste his smirk as he continued to please me with his hands. but i couldn’t let him get cocky. he couldn’t know i was as desperate as i was for him.
“oh yeah?”
aaand that’s enough of that. can’t have him know i could get off to the mere rasp of his voice. i slowly pulled myself away from his grasp, slipping off the windowsill and now standing behind him, crossing my arms to make sure i looked as serious as possible.
“miguel. seriously. you can’t keep doing this, leaving me like this, and coming back randomly and just expecting me to fall right back into your arms.”
i protested, and it wasn’t completely a lie. sure, it pained me to not see miguel for weeks on end, but whenever i saw him again it felt like i could melt into a puddle under his soft gaze. but still. whatever this was, it wasn’t good enough. i needed him all the time.
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your gaze was intoxicating. the way you looked up at me with those big eyes and that little frown… my cock was already half hard at the mere sight.
“mierda. please…” i didn’t even know exactly what i was asking for. all i knew was that i needed to be close to you, to feel your warmth surrounding me. i had spent weeks fisting myself like an animal to the mere thought of your small little body and fuck, i was getting desperate now. i bit down on my lip, attempting to conceal my fangs which had just conveniently retracted.
with each step you took toward me, my cock lazily throbbed.
“miguel… hello? are you even listening to me right now.”
i grunted in response, my eyes glossed over as i took you in. your hair was strewn down your back, tangled from the wind. you were wearing an old shirt of mine which you practically drowned in.
“oh… oh.” you cocked your head, fighting back a smile as you looked up at me. it seemed like you were mustering up your courage as you took a deep breath in.
after what seemed like an eternity just taking each other in,
“what… wanna fuck me or something?” you breathed, rubbing the back of your neck.
i stepped towards you, closing the gap between us.
“please mami. never needed you more.”
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hearing him so desperate for me, almost begging me to touch him made me flood with arousal. i suppressed a moan at his words, and using all my self control, i slowly stepped back.
“touch yourself then. for me.”
his eyes widened at my request, and i swear i could see him swallow. i knew what i was asking was bold and somewhat embarrassing, but i needed to see. i needed to know how much he needed me.
he slowly nodded, clearly lost for words. he trailed his hand down his chest, wincing as he reached his crotch. i could see it now, his rock-hard cock, desperate for attention. his spider-suit didn’t leave much to the imagination. he hissed as he palmed himself, clearly relishing the relief.
my mouth was dry as i watched him, and i felt my own core throbbing, watching this huge man get off using his own hand. thinking about me.
“feel good, baby?”
he nodded as he gasped for air, humping his palm whilst taking me in.
“ye-yeah. just need to see more. please. been m-missing you like fucking crazy.” he almost pleaded, throwing his head back.
i know i was supposed to be mad or holding a grudge against him or whatever, but who am i to say no to such a polite request?
silently i took off my shirt, pulling it slowly, almost tantalisingly over my tits. i stripped off my shorts next, leaving only my panties on.
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i almost cum when you strip, seeing your perfect fucking tits all perky and hard for me. with your shorts off, the smell of your arousal flooded the room and invaded all my senses.
“fuuckkk, mami, you’re gonna make me cum.”
swallowing hard, i tried to control myself, tried to not cum in my pants like a teenager. but the way you were looking at me, the way you were so wet just made me so horny. this was so fucking embarrassing. i groaned as i palmed myself, trying to think of what to do next.
hold you down and finger you until you see stars?
have you ride my face until you’re squirting?
fuck you from behind with my hand around your neck?
or, my personal favourite option, breed you until you’re crying and begging for me to stop.
but my mind went blank and a string of moans fell out of me when you looked up at me through thick eyelashes, lust written all over your face.
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“need to see your cock now. take it out.” i begged, feeling my hands slip into my panties to run my fingers over my slick folds.
at that moment i was fully convinced the sight of miguel taking his thick length out was heaven-sent. standing thick, tall and proud, coated in pre-cum, miguel’s cock practically begged for my attention. my legs squeezed together as i took in the holy sight, and after whipping off my panties i inserted two fingers into my heat, humping my own hand desperately. whimpering, i looked up at you, biting my lip.
“b-been thinking about this… been fantasising about you fucking me, touching myself the nights when you were away.”
“oh yeah? been fingering your own tight little pussy mi vida? missing the way i fucked you dumb?”
i moaned at his words, slipping another finger in as i desperately tried to replicate the feel of miguel’s thick cock.
“gonna… gonna cum too.”
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“that’s right, cum for me mami.” i was squeezing my cock impossibly tight, imagining it was your heat wrapped around me instead. but this wasn’t enough. i needed to finish against you, at least.
“fuck this. c’mere.” i said, losing patience. i stepped behind you and grabbed your waist, burying my face in your neck and bucking my hips against you, losing myself in the pleasure.
“ah. fuck. sorry, amor. had to feel you against me. just let me finish, okay?” i almost begged.
you didn’t protest as i slid my cock between your thighs and nestled the tip at your clit. i thrusted furiously, relishing the warmth and wetness of you. my hands desperately palmed your tits, tugging at your hard little nipples.
“g-gonna cum miguel.” you whimpered from underneath me, your small body bouncing on mine.
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my eyes rolled to the back of my head as miguel humped me furiously from behind. every thrust had his tip hitting my clit just right, and i quickly became a moaning mess.
“miguel… fuck… cumming. ‘m cumming.” i choked.
i felt him thrust between my thighs a few more times, his pace becoming sloppy and harsh as he chased his high.
“mami. you feel so good, cumming too.” he moaned and bit at my neck as he came, coating my thighs with his thick load.
i sighed, leaning back against him as i caught my breath. his cock was still nestled safely between my thighs, and he was still thrusting softly, clearly addicted to the bliss.
“you did so good, miguel. missed you so much.”
he smiled whilst looking down at me.
“hey… i’m sorry. seriously. there’s nowhere else i’d rather be than here, in your arms mi amor. i promise you i’ll be here more. you’re my priority okay?” he traced my features, frantically searching my eyes.
i sighed, knowing his promise wasn’t exactly empty… just difficult to fulfil. i turned around so i was facing him, and kissed him softly.
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