I know it's been a long time since I posted anything, but I was left blank. I have one of Miguel for Christmas in draft, but it's already over. So I'll probably post something next christmas. This post is more for a more mature audience. And another thing, I have NO experience with what you're about to read. I've only read it, so please correct me if I'm wrong in the comments. Also, this text is going to be long. I will try to post more frecuently but not everyday or everyweek, from time to time.
Warning: 18+ mdni content, slowburn (I think?), oral (fem receiving), fingering, penetrative sex, slight ansgt, sex with plot, unprotected sex, soft but a bit rough in the end, innapropriate vocabulary, biting, hair pulling, descriptive text.
It's been hours, days, weeks and months that have passed without seeing Miguel. You missed him, but you still understood how difficult his job was. It required all of his attention, which made you wonder: how did both of you ever made it work before? But that didn't matter now as you were walking through the HQ to get to Miguel's office. Since a certain little bird, to not mention Lyla, told you that Miguel hasn't left his office for a while. He goes out on missions from time to time, but he's engrossed in a new project of his, which has him excited. The problem, as mentioned above, he is engrossed and has not left his office. And you, as his partner and companion, decided to go to him. He worries you, and why wouldn't he? You've been together for almost two years and are very close to each other.
After passing through the room where the anomalies were locked up, you go through the door and down the long hallway to his office, lab, lair, whatever that place was. Your footsteps echoed in the spacious place, you looked up, where that floating platform was: where you knew he was. You couldn't get up there on your own, so you cleared your throat once. When you didn't get a response, you called out to him. You managed to hear a sigh from him as the platform began to descend slowly (not to say too slowly). You crossed your arms and calmly waited until the platform was almost at ground level before walking forward and climbing onto it.
Miguel was turned towards you in his swivel chair, dark circles under his eyes (which were red from exhaustion) and his hair disheveled and untidy. "Where were you?" You asked him, looking at him with a serious expression. He sighed again and rubbed his eyes, his fingers on the bridge of his nose. "Sorry, I... I've been in my office. I know what you're going to say to me, and I'm sorry, but I have a reason why." He answered you, because he knew what you were like. You were a person who liked to receive logical, that made sense, and complete answers. You nodded at him to explain himself, which he did.
You listened to him talk about his new project with a certain enthusiasm in his voice. His eyes shining with that same enthusiasm and excitement of talking about something that fascinates him and loves to do. Even if you couldn't quite understand what he was talking about since it was a bit more... scientific, so to speak, you found the sparkle in his eyes as he spoke endearing. And because he loves eye contact, your gaze never left his. It was like a magnet, and you couldn't tear yourself away. Suddenly, his words blurred and you began to notice his physique (specifically his face).Oh, how you loved his lips, his eyes, his slicked-back curls, and everything about him. You missed him, more than you thought. You missed his hugs, his kisses, his smell, his perfume, his touch, his voice, caresses, calling him by the nickname you gave him, his hands, his back and when they were both intimate with each other. Your throat hoarse from screaming out his name when the two of you were alone in your room, giving yourselves to each other with so much love and... maybe a little roughness.
A snap of his fingers snaps you out of your trance. You blink a little and looked at him. "Are you listening to me?" he asked as he looked you straight in the eyes, realizing that you were spaced. "Uhm- I-" "That's a no." He was right, you weren't listening, only at first before spacing out. But mostly in how much you missed him in every way. He called you again and you looked at him again, ashamed of your not-so-pure thoughts.
""Do you need anything? Or did you come to visit me?" He asked. You looked at him and answered, "A little bird told me someone out there hasn't been out to touch grass in almost two weeks." You raised an eyebrow and looked at him nonchalantly. A 'Lyla' came out of his lips in an annoyed tone as he looked at his monitors. "It hasn't been that long, has it?" He asked you, his brow furrowed in confusion. "It's March 27th, Miguel. You haven't been out since Sunday the 16th of the same month." You answered in a firm voice, feeling a little sad when you realized how long you hadn't seen him. "Shit," Miguel cursed under his breath. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize-damn... I'm sorry but I can't pause this project right now." "Miguel, you've been working on this for two weeks, can't you at least take a break?" You pleaded with your eyes, his stubbornness frustrating you greatly. He said your name again and replied, "I know you're upset, but this project is very important-" "More important than me, apparently." You immediately felt guilty about your words but there was some truth in them. You noticed how Miguel's expression changed, and you felt worse. You wanted to cry, you missed him. He wasn't alone anymore; he had a partner now, and it was understandable that he had his responsibilities, but you were there too. You felt so abandoned, like I'd cast you aside. You didn't feel loved, and you're probably being dramatic, but that's how you felt right now.
"What?" Miguel asked, looking at you with a 'what the fuck?' expression. Your mouth had been faster than your head, your words had come out before you could stop them. "Sorry, sorry, I don't know why I said it, but you need to at least go outside. This is the second time, and believe me, I want to be patient and help you, but you're not helping either." You crossed arms again and now your brow was furrowed. Miguel had a look of surprise in his eyes, but then he returned to normal.
Miguel turns around and touches a button on his desk, causing the platform to rise again. You looked at him in confusion, and he moved for you to come closer. Once you did, he took your hand and kissed your knuckles in apology. He moves you forward until you're between his legs, looking down at him as he takes your hands and kisses your knuckles, the back of them, and your palms. Miguel wasn't known for being romantic, but he would at least try to show you how much he appreciated you.
His gentle touch makes your chest warm and tingle: butterflies in your stomach start having fun when you see him look up at you. "Lyla, lock the door." He commanded, he wanted a moment of privacy with you, an innocent act on his part. Miguel just wants to make up for the time he's lost with you, at least for a few minutes before duty calls. The sound of the heavy metal door closing catches your attention, scanning the entrance to see if it was really locked. Your gaze returns to Miguel, who looks at you with a certain vulnerability in his eyes and wraps his arm around you, moving you a little closer until your knees touch his swivel chair. You took the cue, and sat on his lap, straddling him as he wrapped his arms around you in a hug. He wasn't usually a caring person, but his actions speak louder than words, and he would be more than willing to give you the affection you need.
His head buries his face into your neck, inhaling your soft perfume and the faint scent of your shampoo, tightening his grip around you a little before pulling away with a smug expression on his face, making him look like a silly billy. You chuckle at his face while planting kisses on his face. He allows you snuggle up against him, letting you bury your face against his neck, inhaling his skin too, but he doesn't have a perfume like you, just the natural scent you missed so much. You pull away from his neck after a long moment with an expression that would make anyone think you were drugged, making him laugh slightly and tuck a piece of hair behind your ear to see your face better. Miguel puts his face back into your neck, planting a few kisses there that makes you squirm on his lap, his kisses tickling you.
"Miguel?" You called out to him, getting his attention and receiving a hum from him: sound that makes your intimacy tingle at his voice. "Can we go home?" "Porqué? (Why?)" Miguel looks at you once more, he didn't want to move and clearly couldn't leave his workplace yet. "It'll be more comfortable there." "More comfortable for what?" Then, there he sees it. That look in your eyes, your semi-dilated pupils, and that longing in your gaze. He knows what you're looking for and what you need. "Corazón, You know I can't just leave the lab like that." "Just one hour, one hour. I'm not asking for more." You pleaded with your eyes, not wanting to let him go: a thought that could be selfish depending on the point of view, but you couldn't let him go, not now. When Miguel sees the plea in your eyes, he decides to listen. He signals for you to stand up, and after you give him some space, he stands up too. "Lyla, you know what to do." "Yeah, yeah, have fun!" LYLA teased with a flirtatious and knowing look in her eyes as she waved goodbye.
Once at his home, he picks you up in his arms without warning and carries you to the bed, placing you down with great care. Miguel kneels between your legs and uses his hands to support his weight. "Can I?" You nod, giving him permission to begin. You feel one of his cold hands rest on your waist as he leans his head to kiss your lips. His lips were a little dry but still soft and tasted the same. Your hands rise to his neck, playing with the curls at the nape of his neck. Then you felt his tongue brush against your bottom lip and you eagerly let it slide.
The kiss deepens even further as his tongue plays with yours, his forearm resting on the bed so he doesn't fall on you. Your hands run under the collar of his shirt, rubbing what you can reach of his back. You break the kiss, and Miguel carefully lifts your shirt to reveal your bra. You help him take off your shirt, and your hands go to the back of your bra to undo it.Miguel stops your hands and does it for you, unclasping it. Once your breasts are uncovered, Miguel begins to plant kisses on them, from the valley of your chest to your collarbone. His kisses continue to rise to your neck, one of his calloused hands rests on one of your breasts and squeezes gently, his thumb rolling your nipple. His knee separates your legs, his other hand massaging your thigh and giving it light squeezes.
You feel your heart pounding against your chest as he does this. His lips moving to your other nipple and plants another kiss there before gently sucking on it. His hands move from their positions and move to the waistband of your pants. His hands pull them down with your underwear, making you kind of desperate with how slow his movements are. You lift your hips to help him out, now laying fully bare and exposed to him. His head moves down as he plants a trail of kisses from your neck to your core: which is already damp. He kisses the mole on your inner thigh, gently spreading your legs: gaze focused at your glistening core. He looks up at you as if asking permission once again. "You know you don't have to ask." You curled your lips in a small mischiveous smile with a glint of desperation in it. "Still, I wouldn't want to do anything you're not okay with." "I know..." His lips press another kiss, but this time to your throbbing clit, lapping at your sweet slit. Your hands move instinctivily to his hair as he starts to gently suckle at your clit. "Miguel-" "Shh, I got you." He shushed you as his tongue finds your entrance, drinking as much of you as he can like he was starving slowly.
A few minutes later, he feels your walls flutter against his tongue, making him suckle on you harder. You feel that familiar tightness and tingle in your lower stomach, you would not be able to hold on any longer. "Miguel, Miguel, please-" You couldn't finish as a moan left your lips, your back arching. But out of nowhere, he pulls away, his lips glistening with your fluids (idk how to put it). You let out a whine when he just gives your intimacy one last kiss and then gets up. Miguel begins to unbuckle his belt and pulls down his pants along with his boxers, throwing them somewhere in the room.
You let out a yelp as he pulls you onto his lap, his back against the top of the bed and you on top of him. You felt his intimacy against yours, making you bite your lip. You slowly lift your hips, the tip of his cock slowly stretching you as you lower yourself onto him. With a sudden thrust upwards from him, his cock slides more inside you but not completly, drawing a low moan from you. His hands hold you steady, letting out a hiss as he feels how tight you are. He throws his head back, trying to compose himself but you just felt so good and he wasn't entirely in. You lifted your hips and fell onto him again, his cock completely inside you finally. He lets out a groan, his fangs visible through his lips, a sight that turns you on.
Once you're used to his size, you shift your hips back and forth, pressing against him to stimulate your clit. His hands move instinctivily to your hips, keeping you steady, a gasp leaving from his lips as your inner walls hug him just perfectly. He gently thrusts upwards again, meeting your hips, your nails digging into his forearms. "Dime... qué es lo que necesitas. (Tell me... what you need.)" "You... I need you..." You replied, your eyes rolling back at the feeling of his tip brushing against your sweet spot. "I'm yours... tell me your mine." He looks up at you with lustful eyes, his gaze dark due to his dilated pupils. "Yours... only yours- ah!-" Your sentence being cut off by a sudden hard thrust from him. "Now that's more like it." He smirked, his fangs visible through his lips once again before rolling you down onto your back with him on top of you. His hands rise your legs to his shoulders, letting you feel him deeper inside you, reaching that spot without effort.
"¿Así esta bien? (Is it okay like this?) " "Yeah... fuck, Miguel." You cursed, biting down onto your wrist so you wouldn't moan too loudly before his deep thrusts which began to pick up speed. He takes your wrist off your mouth, kissing your lips before whispering against them, "Don't do that, I want to hear you, yeah? Let me hear you." "But I-" Your reply was cut off again but another thrust mean to make you listen. "I don't care if you're loud, let me hear you. Let them hear." His face buries into your neck, giving it gentle nibbles and leaving some hickeys here and there. Your nails dig into his back, scratching his skin but he doesn't mind, enjoying the mix of pleasire with the sting of the injuries. You throw your head back, moaning loudly as he hits the spot again, his thumb rubbing circles at your clit, making you see stars. Both of you start to feel that sudden tightness, meaning that both of you were close: his rubs on your clit turning more desperate and giving it more pressure. "Come for me, let yourself go, I got you..." And with one last thrust, he spills himself inside you as you squirt around his cock, taking all the energy you had. His hips continue to move against yours to lengthen the process.
Once you both came down from your height, he carefully pulls out and lies down beside you, wrapping an arm around you. "Are you okay?" "Don't know if to say better than before or as if a truck had run over me." Both of you chuckle at that. He pulls you closer until your head rested on his chest. "Don't worry about the sheets, I'll change them later." "You better." You laughed as he poked your side at that. "Are you going back to work after this?" "Probably, but not now." Miguel turns his head to the clock beside his bed, noticing the time.* "Just an hour, you said." "Opps, my bad." Miguel huffs at that, giving your backside a light smack.* "Love you too, big guy." "Yeah, yeah, I love you too." His hand goes back to tickle you, making you squirm and let out a squeak. Your giggles resonating through his room as the lights slowly turn off.
I hope you like it. It wasn't good, I know but it's my first time writing this kind of stuff. If you guys have any advice or any idea that you would like to share to improve my posts and writing, I will thank you so much. And any prompt ideas would be great. Thank you for reading and have a nice day or night. ;3
