yes!!! miguel is so into dumbification!!! can we get a hc for that? i feel like he goes all crazy when you cry, like starts laughing and going faster! <33 tyty
you ofc can!!! 18+only MDNI cw: smut, dumbification, creampie, p in v penetration
miguel knows it’s mean, knows he’s messing with your head but you just look so fucking pretty like this that he can’t bring himself to feel bad.
your legs are on his shoulders, hands gripping the sheets as he leans down and fucks into you.
you gasp, eyes rolling back as you feel him move deeper. it should be illegal for anyone to fuck this good.
he’s already pulled four orgasms from you and you’re sure he’s going to try to pull more but you can’t fight it- it feels too good.
“miguel,” you groan, hands tugging the sheets as the man above you rolls his hips.
“qué amor?” he murmurs, sweat dribbling down his chest. when you don’t answer he rolls your clit and you scream making him laugh.
“please,” you beg and he smirks.
“please what? you know you have to use your words, princesa.” you can’t and he knows it, the extent of your vocabulary right now is his name and pleads.
his hips keep moving and the head of his cock keeps spearing against your cervix and you can’t think. not when his thumb continues rolling your clit.
your hands move from the sheets to his chest, nails digging into his skin as he speeds up.
“fuck,” you cry, body shaking as your fifth orgasm crests.
“you can take it baby,” miguel licks your neck, biting the tender skin there as he feels your cunt clench faster. “just let go for me.”
tears stream down your face as you come, hiccuping when miguel starts chasing his own release.
“look at you,” his hand reaches your face, thumb whisking away your tears. “feels good doesn’t it?” he’s mocking you now, but you can’t tell the difference so you nod anyway.
miguel chuckles a little just before he fills you up. his hand brushes away your hair, lips finding yours and then your cheek.
“you okay?” he whispers, hands stroking your thighs as he puts them down on the bed.
“yeah,” your voice is airy, eyes unfocused as you look at him. “need a minute.” you admit and he smiles, kissing your nose before flipping you both over.
“sorry,” he coos at your whimper, stroking your back to help you relax on top of him.















