Katekyo Hitman Reborn is kinda like the Spider-Man of anime.
Do you ever think about how all of the AUs you read about and all of the scenarios you post about are true somewhere in the KHR multiverse. Yamamoto probably plays basketball in one of them. Xanxus might be a softie in another. The Arcobaleno are actually real babies when they get their pacifiers because the pacifiers float to them like some twisted version of the miraculous due to the density of their flames at birth, and then their "cursed" form is turning into adult and now boom pow kachow you've got some fucked up body and mind horror that would be probably played off as a gag until the last three chapters. there's probably a universe where Iemitsu is the househusband and Nana is off in the mafia but pretending to work at an oil rig. like what the hell okay
nsfw. mdni. miguel x fem!inexperienced!reader. top!reader, but not dominant. topping from the bottom!miguel. riding.
how had you ended up like this?
it was a pretty typical night, with miguel on top of you, grinding his hips down in a way that made your back arch up and your head drop back. you hadn’t had much experimentation in the bedroom yet. to be quite honest, you were still getting used to miguel in general.
he was intense out of the bedroom already, all hard expressions and stiff shoulders. but alone with you? that intensity was completely focused in on yourself.
you had gotten cocky in the heat of the moment. it was fun to throw miguel off his rhythm, especially when he was almost always the one in control.
so you had tightened your legs around his hips and twisted, shifting your position so that you sat on top of him, hands on his shoulders.
but your courage quickly vanished when you felt his erection poking at you through his sweatpants and your panties, and you were reminded of just how much prep you’d had to do the first time you’d taken miguel.
how the hell were you going to ride him?
hands on your hips broke you from your stupor, and you focused in on miguel’s expression.
“where’d all that fire go, cariño? getting nervous?” he teased, but his thumbs rubbed at your skin soothingly.
“i wanna try.” you murmured, looking down at his abdomen as your ears burned.
“cant quite hear you, baby. i need you to speak up for me.”
you inhaled shakily and slowly rolled your hips against his. he hissed, and you looked up to find that his eyes had fluttered shut. “i want to try being in top. but i’m…going to need some help.”
his eyes opened at that, and his expression softened. he was well aware of your boundaries and your limits, and he didn’t enjoy pushing you to test them. but he was more than willing to help you try.
“c’mere.” he muttered, and you leaned down to place your mouth over his.
his hands ran from your hips to your backside before tracing up your spine, holding you against him gently. when you sighed your appreciation into his mouth, his palms traveled back down to hold your waist.
you were starting to get impatient when his hands tightened and ground your hips down against him.
the moan that escaped you was startled, and your body jumped at the sudden sensation. liquid heat ran from your belly to your core, and all your focus zeroed in on the way that the tip of his dick caught your clit.
“there you go, cariño. let me show you how to start.” miguel whispered into your ear, and one hand came to your chest to nudge you up into a siting position.
your head dropped back as you took more control and miguel allowed you to control the pace and pressure of your movements. if you’d opened your eyes, you would have found him looking at you with parted lips and hooded eyes, enjoying the view of you loosing yourself just by dry humping him.
but you were far too enamored by the feeling to open your eyes, and you let out a mix between a squeal and a gasp when his hands forcefully lifted your hips away from his.
“miguel, what-?” you whined, squirming in his grasp as the heat faded into a simmer.
“i think you’re ready. do you feel alright?” he asked, reaching for a condom as he tilted his chin at you.
you nodded, helping him out of his sweat pants and boxers as he lifted your shirt over your head.
“i need words, angel.” he said as he sat up, face level with yours.
you took a deep breath. “i’m ready, miguel.”
“color?”
“green.”
he slipped off your panties, throwing them to the side to be found in the morning. he rolled the condom on easily, settling back down against the sheets as you hovered over him.
you sat there for a few moments, contemplating your next move. miguel was patient, watching you with calm eyes as your brows knit.
the tightening of his abs revealed what he was really feeling, and you took his dick in your hands and slid it between your folds, letting it gather your slick.
miguel’s hands flew to your hips again, but he didn’t push or rush, just clenched and held you as you moved.
taking another deep breath, you brought him to your entrance and lowered yourself.
two inches went in without a problem, but then the new angle caught up to you, and you gasped when his tip brushed your walls differently.
“fuck.” you whined, and miguel cooed.
“easy. go slow.” he said as his thumb moved to circle your clit slowly, and you were able to slowly work him into you fully.
god, he was deep. your hand rested against your belly out of curiosity, wondering if you would feel him inside of you. miguel’s size was nothing to sneeze at, and it felt like he was in your gut in this position.
“good girl, angel. doing so good for me, yeah?” he groaned, placing his hand over yours and pushing.
you yelped when you felt his dick press against your walls, and your hips stuttered. miguel gasped, just loud enough for you to pick up on it.
you lifted your hips fully so that only his tip staying inside, then slammed all of him in at once.
the sound you released was lewd, a whine that sounded straight out of a porno. it made you blush, but the wave of pleasure overrode your embarrassment.
miguel grunted and moaned with you as you continued to ride him, whispering praise to you as you struggled to keep your pace.
eventually, your thighs trembled and your legs felt like they were locking. you whined, your release so close that you could taste it. but you couldn’t quite reach, couldn’t quite power through to your orgasm.
and miguel had the audacity to laugh, albeit through moans.
“c’mere, baby. let me take care of you.” he said, and you laid your head against his shoulder as he shifted his legs up higher.
you weren’t prepared for him to lift your hips and start drilling into you at a speed that had you screaming.
he slammed into your g-spot with each thrust, perfectly angled to pound you straight to your cervix. you were crying from the feeling, whimpering and whining into his neck as he gripped your hips in a way that promised bruises in the morning.
with a squeal, you came, clenching around his cock with a vice as your vision went white. miguel wasn’t too far behind, shifting a bit more to land a few more thrusts before he reached his peak as well.
you were both sweaty panting messes as he pressed a kiss to your temple and traced a hand down your spine.
“not bad for your first time on top.” he whispered, and you swatted his chest half-heartedly.
he rolled you so that you laid beside him, pulling you into his chest as you stayed pressed together.
“we need a shower, cariño.” he muttered against your hair, but you shook your head.
“five more minutes, mig. i think i pulled a muscle.”
