Cw: size kink, mask kink, masked sex, spit, reader doesnโt know itโs Miguel โฆpicture taking?? and choking. One sentence in Spanish. You can obviously tell I got lazy I just wanted to post something really quick <333
You had decided to have a small get together at your house. Inviting a few known friends, ofc they invited more but you had told them to come masked. It was like a little mystery, you loved mysteries. You had already known who Peter was because of his loud rambling.
He was dressed as Leatherface. A bad one at that, he looked nothing like Leatherface, he was literally wearing the green trench jacket that he wears everywhere. It was horrible.
Everyone had revealed themselves. All except the Ghostface.
His build was strong, tough even. Looked like he was made out of solid iron. The way he stood had you hypnotized. His arms crossed against his protruding chest, head tilting to the side under his mask.
He was just too good to look at. His arms were just bulging with veins. It almost made you fantasize about them having you in a head lock.
You still didnโt know who it was, but jesus fucking Christ were they strong. The way he had his fist balled into your hair and both of his knees touching the wooden floor on each side of you almost made you die.
He was manhandling you so good. The way he fucked into you made you see stars, you were in such a heavy daze. you didnโt even see the flash of the picture he took.
His cock was so thick, your walls struggled to take him with each thrust. It was crazy how one could have so much power behind them. He was enjoying this all too well. Tightening his fist in your hair, pulling your head back and using his other hand to pull the bottom part of his mask up. Just enough for you to see his puckered lips. Your mouth opened like the greedy slut you were.
He spit into your mouth, it sounded so dirty. So, vile. Heโs fucking you so so so good, covering up your moans with his huge hands.
The groans heโs letting out sound heavenly, his deep grunts making shivers go down your spine. You try to get him to sit up a little to lessen the pressure of his thrust he is just not letting up.
It feels too good for him to stop. He isnโt focused on your pleasure anymore, itโs all about him. The sound of his hips connecting with yours covered in your slickness is deafening, if anyone had walked by they would most definitely hear and know what was going on.
โFuck.โ It was small very faint, you wouldnโt even have been able to tell it was him if you werenโt the one getting their brains fucked out.
You heard it as clear as day, yet you still didnโt know who it was that was fucking you so good.
His hand started gripping your hair harder before moving it down to your throat squeezing it softly. You feel a slight tug on your costume, Heโs ripping the top part open and gripping a hand full of your tits.
You felt disgusted as he laughed when drool started running down the side of your mouth.
โPlease please please.โ
You didnโt even know what you were begging for anymore. He starts to slow down his thrusts and grips your side before flipping you over onto your back.
You could see his build so much better. His neck dripping with sweat.
His whole hand covered you face as he pushed you more into the floor, making your head turn to the side. Your face smushed into the floorboards.
Everything was feeling so good. Pink lips peaking from under his mask.
โNo.โ Just a small grunt
You wanted to see his face so bad. It was painful not really. You were squirming under his weight, his heavy large palms practically suffocating you.
โF-fuck, hold on just g-give me-.โ
You could barely breathe, barely even speak because of the way he was practically pounding you into the wooded floor. His thrusts so heavy and full of vigor.
Tears forming at your eyes, you can feel yourself about to cum you just need.. you just need
โP-please slow,โ
Your words are so slurred it sounds like youโre drunk. Heโs not even letting up, not a bit. Heโs too heavy, youโre gonna make a mess itโs not like you didnโt try to warn him. You begged him to slow down.
White noise is all you hear as he hits just the right spot
โWait wait wait, p-please.โ
Your hands bunching up next to your head, having nothing to grip onto for support. You can hear your mess splashing onto the wooden floor.
โSo fuckin messy.โ
Heโs chuckling? Heโs.. laughing.
Your pussy couldnโt even push him out with the force of your orgasm. Heโs just too heavy and thick inside of you.
Heโs heavy breathing in your ear, grunting and groan as he plows into you like he owns you. At this point he does. Fucking you like heโs possessed by something.
His thrusts become more sloppy as you can tell that he is nearing his end, he thighs smacking against the back of yours. His hips are stuttering debating if he wants to cum on you, or in you. He of course chooses the latter pushing so deep into you, you can feel and hear cogs falling out of your head and onto the floor.
Heโs so deep, his thighs tensing as he releases inside of you.
Your cunt is just so warm why would he want to leave it? Well of course to see what heโs left behind. He slowly pulls out and the pearly beads of cum quickly follow, heโs using his thumb to spread you open as he watches your pussy clench around nothing.
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miguel loves watching you fall apart on his dick. youโre face down ass up, mewling and whimpering as he bullies your tight cunt with his thick hard length. you have a death grip on one of your stuffed animals as you laid there with tears rolling down your flustered cheeks and took the brutal pace he gave you. trying to match miguelโs thrusts are almost impossible as he always finds a way to one up you whenever he sees fit, not that you were complaining as having a pleasurably sore pussy wasnโt so bad.
youโve came multiple times prior which left a creamy ring on the base of his length and a damp puddle on top of the covers. you were overstimulated to the point the pleasure was slightly painful. โm-miggyโฆsโtoo muchโฆโyou pleaded in between pleasurable sobs only to be met with no answer besides grunts that made your swollen clit throb. you took a free hand to reach behind and push his stomach as a weak attempt to get him to slow down just for him to effortlessly hold your arm behind your back and take his other hand to lay a few heavy spanks on your plush ass gaining positive yelps from you.
โdeja de lloriquear como un bebรฉ, puedes soportarlo... siempre lo haces.โ he coos in your ear, nipping it gently with his sharp teeth knowing how much you love that. โyouโre my big girl, make me proud and cum one more time..โ
you already know one more time will mean three more times after that but nevertheless, you love being his good girl and cum as many times as he asks you to.
๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐โฆ Miguel OโHara
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐โฆ Two months of sleepless nights, spit-up, crying and zero sex. You and Miguel are running on caffeine, love, and pent-up sexual frustrationโฆ until Peter B. and MJ show up to babysit. When you and Miguel are given two hours to be alone, thatโs all you need to break the dry spell in your marriage.
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐โฆ Explicit! Mature audiences only! แฐ porn w/ plot, fem!reader, domestic, mom!reader and dad!Miguel, first-time parents, grumpy!Miguel, Spiderman!Miguel, established relationship [marriage]; rough sex [backshots & p in v], oral sex [fem!receiving], allusions to blowjob, allusions to shower sex, implied lactation kink, hair pulling, cum eating, choking, tit play, multiple orgasms, squirtingโฆ
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๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐โฆ Day One of Kinktober is posted! This was such a fun and smutty fic to write for Miguel. Writing domestic/dilf!Miguel is one of my favorite versions of him to write! As always feel free to comment and reblog, I love reading yโall reactions! I hope you enjoy!!
It starts like every other day. Youโre half-asleep on the couch, nursing your three-month old baby for the second time this morning, one breast sore, while the other leaks through your shirt. Miguelโs pacing in the kitchen, cradling a lukewarm mug of coffee and muttering something in Spanish under his breath as he walks over and sits down next to you, rubbing slow circles into your hip.
His hands have been creeping lower for days now; palming your ass when you pass each other in the hallway, trailing his fingers up your thigh when you collapse into bed beside him, even the simple act of pulling you by the hip so he can be closer to you.
For weeks he's been walking around stiff and grumpy, whispering things like, โI donโt even remember what your pussy feels like,โ while glaring at the baby monitor like itโs cursed.
You get it. Youโre just as frustrated. Every time you try to get close, to rekindle your fire, itโs like she knows. Sheโs hungry the moment Miguelโs tongue is in your mouth.
Sheโs crying in her crib the second he palms your breast with that growl in his throat. Any time you two attempt to initiate something it feels like sheโs purposely needing you and Miguelโs attention.
Itโs been almost two months now since you had full-on sex. That time on the couch during her nap, humping like horny teenagers? That doesnโt count. Especially not when your neighbor fired up the lawnmower mid-thrust and woke her up.
Or when she was having some tummy time, entertaining herself with her toys, Miguel was two seconds away from swiping his tongue across your sex but before he could, she started crying.
You and Miguel have officially made it to the โDry Spellโ part of your relationship, something neither of you thought youโd ever experience. Not after years of being practically inseparable, not after all those late nights when you couldnโt keep your hands off each other.
Your marriage is experiencing the kind of drought that makes you both restless. Touch-starved. So desperate that the smallest things feel like forms of foreplay: his hand brushing the small of your back when he passes by, your bare legs tangling under the blanket at night, the way he sighs when he sees you nursing, nipples sensitive and soft in your palm, wishing his lips were wrapped around them.
Despite your home being filled with sexual tension, Miguel makes sure your taking care of. He makes sure you eat before he does, runs to the store in the middle of the night for diaper when you run out, holds the baby against his chest and hums softly when youโre too tired to move.
Itโs the smallest things that make your heart melt, like when he whispers โdescansa, mamiโ [rest, mommy] while you drift off, his hand brushing yours as you trade the baby between shifts.
Even though youโre both running on maybe three hours of sleep, he still finds the energy to press his lips to your temple every morning before muttering about needing coffee.
You love that about him, how he always makes time for you. But love doesnโt do much to soothe the ache thatโs been building between you both, a quiet frustration that grows heavier with every missed chance.
At this point you feel like your going to die from blue ovaries if you donโt get Miguelโs cock shoved inside you until you're seeing stars. No matter how many times you and Miguel try to carve out โadult timeโ during the day, something always comes up and squashes your plans.ย
Once you finish breastfeeding, you shift baby girl in your arms, gently wiping the milk from the corner of her mouth before putting her over your shoulder and patting her back, waiting for that small burp that signals a few minutes of peace. Miguelโs staring down into his mug of coffee, feeling himself about to dose off.
Heโs been running on fumes for days now: dark circles under his eyes, hair sticking up like heโs been through a wind tunnel, and that permanent grumpy frown thatโs become his new expression. You hear him mutter something low in Spanish under his breath, the words slipping out like a prayer or a warning, before he takes another sip, looking over at you and the baby, the two people that bring him the most happiness in life.
When your about to ask Miguel what he wants for breakfast, the doorbell rings. You both freeze, exchanging wary looks. Itโs too early for visitors and you arenโt in the mood to entertain anyone. For a second, you wonder if itโs someone selling something, and you swear youโll cry if it means you have to put on real clothes.
Miguel sets down his mug with a heavy sigh and goes to answer, ready to tell whoever it is at the door to go away. When he opens the door, his tired confusion turns into mild disbelief. Standing there are your closest friends, Peter B. Parker and MJ with their daughter Mayday perched happily on Peterโs shoulders, babbling to herself like the picture of toddler joy. Peter raises a hand, gesturing to the treats heโs holding. โWe come bearing donuts and moral support.โ
You manage a laugh, the sound more like a squeak, before walking over to greet them, still cradling the baby in one arm and a burp rag in the other. Youโre sure you look like youโve been through war; mascara from three days ago smudged under your eyes, bags underneath your eyes to represent how tired you are, and shirt spotted with milk from your leaking nipples.
MJ takes one look at you and her expression softens, knowing that new mom exhaustedness all too well. โOh, honey,โ she says gently, โyou havenโt slept in days, have you?โ You open your mouth to answer, but only a tired sigh escapes, answering MJโs question for you. You just nod, the motion small and slow, as if even that takes effort.
Her gaze shifts to Miguel, whoโs standing beside you now; shirtless, unshaven, looking like the personification of โdonโt talk to me until Iโve had my coffee.โ He squints at the sunlight coming through the window like itโs personally offended him.
MJ huffs a soft laugh, remembering when Peter B. used to wear that same look after many sleepless nights and no physical contact. โAnd you look like youโre five seconds away from exploding.โ
โDamn sure feels like it,โ Miguel mutters, rubbing a hand down his face before stepping aside and motioning for them to come in. They enter your home, the familiar squeak of the front door echoing through the living room, the same one that always wakes the baby. Your heart stops for a moment, waiting for the inevitable wail, but miraculously, she stays calm. Her tiny hand grips your shirt, eyelids fluttering sleepily.
Peter smiles, his voice soft, looking down at your daughter, remembering when Mayday was that small. โGuess sheโs giving you a break today, huh?โ
You give him a look thatโs half a laugh, half disbelief, surprised she isnโt crying. โDonโt jinx it.โ
Peter glances between the two of you: your stained clothes, Miguelโs death glare aimed at the baby monitor like it wronged his bloodline, before setting Mayday down on her feet, allowing her to roam. The toddler immediately starts climbing the walls of your home, her curly hair bouncing with every step. But none of you try to stop her, since your home is fully spider-baby proof since you have a hybrid baby of your own.ย
โWe came to make an offer,โ Peter says, placing the box of donuts on the counter before clapping his hands together once, like heโs unveiling a business deal. โFree babysitting. Right now. One hour. Two if she sleeps through it.โ
You blink at him. Your body twitches with hope, but your brain refuses to believe that youโre actually about to get a break to just relax. โWeโve been there. The no-sleep, no-sex, no-time-to-shower hellscape. You both look like youโre on the brink of snapping. So weโre here to help.โ MJ says, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder while giving you a warm, epathetic smile.
Miguel slowly turns his head toward her, his hair a mess and his eyes bloodshot from staying up all last night with your baby girl who screamed her lungs out, wanting to give you a chance to get some quality sleep. โYou're serious?โย
โAs a diaper blowout,โ Peter says, already moving to take the baby from your arms. She whines softly in protest, face scrunching, but MJ swoops in, offering a pacifier from the diaper bag on the floor that you keep stocked at all times before a full cry can form.
You and Miguel just stand there for a moment, frozen, not knowing whether to scream for joy or just pass out from exhaustion. Miguel looks over at you, slipping his hand into yours, squeezing it firmly, helping you snap out of your daze. โDid he just say we have an hour?โ
โI think so,โ you whisper back, trying to still wrap your head around the gracious offer.
โLike, sixty full minutes? Without interruptions? No baby? No neighbor mowing the damn lawn?โ Miguel asks, rolling his eyes at the thought of being interrupted for the hundredth time.
You nod slowly, looking at how your daughter is content in Peterโs arms, making you sigh in relief that sheโs doing good with him, knowing how fussy she can get. โItโs a miracle.โ
Peter walks over and settles onto the couch with your baby nestled easily into the crook of his arm, happily sucking on the pacifier, allowing her to stay occupied and content. โGo,โ he says, shooing you and Miguel away, wanting you to take full advantage of him and MJโs offer. โBefore she realizes you're gone.โ
Hearing that gives you and your husband a newfound burst of energy. Miguel doesnโt need to hear another word of what Peter has to say. While your in the middle of thanking your friends for their thoughtful offer for babysitting, he immediately drags you up the stairs and towards your bedroom, his grip on your wrist firm but not painful, acting as a silent warning of whatโs to come once your within the confinement of your bedroom.ย
His long strides make it hard for you to keep up, your heart pounding not just from the rush but from the look in his eyes: dark, hungry, and fixed solely on you. Each step makes your pulse hammer faster, the air between you charged with a hungry tension. His hand slides from your wrist to the small of your back, pushing you forward as if he canโt get you there fast enough.
The second you two are in the room, he kicks the door shut behind him. Thereโs no hesitation, no pause for words, just the sound of his breath as he backs you against the wall and his hands cusping your face before his mouth crashes onto yours.ย
The kiss is rough, almost desperate, and it steals every bit of air from your lungs. His fangs scrape lightly against your bottom lip, enough to make you gasp, and he takes the opportunity to deepen it, his tongue sliding against yours with heated insistence.
When you try to speak, he shakes his head against your mouth, murmuring in that low, gravelly voice, โNo talking, mamรฌ. Not yet.โ As much as Miguel loves to hear your sweet voice, he needs to dive between the sweetness of your thighs before he can hold a conversation. His hands move down, gripping your thighs hard enough to make you shiver, and then he lifts you effortlessly.ย
You hook your legs around his waist, feeling the solid heat of him pressed right between your thighs. He carries you to the bed like you weigh nothing, dropping you down onto the mattress with a bounce before climbing over you, caging you in with his muscular frame.ย
His intoxicating scent surrounds you: warm, masculine, and faintly musky, while his gaze never leaves your face as his fingers find the hem of your shirt, pushing up the cotton material to quickly to reveal one of his favorite parts of your body, while savoring every inch of skin he uncovers.ย
Miguelโs breath hitches when your breasts spill free from their restraints, soft and swollen from feeding, nipples already peaked. Heโs already turned on simply from the sight of you but when he sees small beads of your breastmilk cascading down your areola, his pupils dilate and hunger becomes written all over his face.ย
He palms one gently, thumb stroking over the tender bud, while his mouth descends on the other, hot and wet, his tongue circling before he sucks hard enough to make you arch off the bed, and allow your breastmilk to settle on his tastebuds.
โMiguelโโ you whine out of pleasure, not expecting that from him but you definitely arenโt fighting it, if anything you want to encourage it. You wrap your hand around him and place it on the base of his neck, keeping him buried in the valley of your breasts.
Soon, Miguel starts desperately humping you like a dog, needing to create some sort of friction to soothe the erection in his pants. The harder he sucks your nipple, the harder his thrusts become. Seeing him act so wild and erratic, like his body will die if he doesnโt get an opportunity to to spill his seed inside you, creates a puddle of slick in your underwear.
Miguel shifts his attention and trails a slow path of kisses down your stomach, his fangs lightly grazing your skin when his tongue presses against you, making you jolt with each scrape. When he reaches the waistband of your shorts, he hooks his fingers in and tugs them down, underwear and all, leaving you bare beneath him.ย
He pauses for just a moment, eyes dark and fixed between your thighs, before he spreads you open with his hands. His mouth is still wet from your breastmilk, droplets of it still dripping from his lips. Miguel doesnโt wipe it away, he wants it there. By the time heโs done caressing your body he wants a variety of your juices on his face, not just your milk.
Youโre already wet, painfully throbbing from many weeks of frustration. When his mouth finally makes contact with your pussy, and the tip of his tongue swirls around your clit, you immediately let out a loud gasp. His tongue is everywhere at once. He presses broad licks against your folds, teasing flicks against your clit, and gives long strokes that make your legs tremble.ย
He groans into you, the vibration making your hips jerk while you fist the sheets. Youโre trying so hard to stay quiet, knowing that Peter and MJ are downstairs but with Miguel eating you out this good itโs hard to not be vocal. โMiguel, we have to beโโ
โTheyโll be fine,โ he mutters into your cunt before sucking your clit between his lips, hard, pulling a sharp cry out of you right away. If itโs not clear already, Miguel doesnโt give a fuck about who can hear him. His main focus is his wife and making sure you cum at least three times today.
He tightens his grip on your thighs, pushing your legs upward and pinning you open while he devours you like a starving man, tongue thrusting into your sopping hole at a rapid pace, his nose nudging your clit until youโre writhing, tears slipping from the corners of your eyes from sheer pleasure.
With your body still being sensitive from the baby, it doesnโt take long for your orgasm to crash over you, allowing weeks of pent-up tension to break all at once. You clamp your hand over your mouth to muffle the scream, body shaking under his hold. Miguel doesnโt stop his movements, he only groans into your core while lapping up everything your body gives him until youโre twitching from overstimulation.
Once you come down from your high, Miguel comes up for air and towers his large physique over your body, leaning in and kissing you deeply so youโll be able to taste yourself. Tasting your own sweetness on his tongue, makes you moan into his mouth.ย
Miguelโs cock is thick and hard against your stomach, straining inside his sweats, begging to be released and buried inside your wetness. His lips make his way to your ear, practically kissing your earlobe, causing his husky voice to flood your ear canal. โYou ready for me, mi vida [my life]? Because once Iโm in you, Iโm not stopping.โ
You cup his jaw, running your thumb over the stubble heโs allowed to grow out, not having a chance to shave it while trying to help you take care of household responsibilities and the baby. โI donโt want you to stop,โ you whisper, voice softly breaking as the words leave your lips, wanting nothing more than feel the delicious stretch of his cock filling your walls.
Something in Miguelโs eyes softens when he hears that. His eyes are still dark with need, but now thereโs a tint of tenderness that makes your heart lurch. He kisses you again, slower this time, pouring everything into it: weeks of longing, sleepless nights, and a fierce love that never leaves, even when exhaustion and frustration does its best to tear at the seams.
After the kiss it isnโt long before Miguel is barking out orders, not only telling, but demanding you to get into position. โTurn around.โ He says, voice ragged, tugging at the waistband of his sweatpants. โFace down, ass up.โ Miguel pulls down his sweatpants with a harsh tug, then his boxers, and once of the cotton material his cock springs free. Itโs veiny, thick, and so heavy it hangs alongside his thigh, small beads of pre-cum oozing from his tip.
You obey instantly, turning onto your stomach and placing a deep arch in your back, making sure your ass is positioned perfectly just the way he likes. When you feel his hands roughly grip your hips, you brace yourself on shaky elbows as he positions himself behind you, lining himself with your entrance.
When Miguel gets this way, sex-deprived and needy, you donโt ever question him, because you love this side of him. When he gets all rough and just throws you around like a ragdoll, filling your ears with filthy words and stuffing you with his cock until you cry from being overstimulated. Times like this are the reason you have a baby in the first place.
The stretch when he pushes inside your spongy walls makes your eyes roll to the back of your bed. Youโve been dying to feel the delicious sensation of your husbandโs cock filling your pussy until he bottoms out. โGodโyesโI missed this, missed you.โ You groan, trying to get adjusted to Miguelโs inhuman size. His spider DNA blessed him in many ways and his cock was one of them. All ten and a half inches of cock forces his way inside your sex, Miguelโs length filling you so perfectly that you let out moan, followed by a harsh โfuckโฆโ.ย
Your husband wraps his arms around your body and pulls you close to him, forcing his full length inside you while wrapping his hand to your throat. Once your body acclimated with his monster size, Miguel starts with a slow tempo before steadily increasing his speed, your ass flush against his pelvis while your breasts freely moving with the rhythm of his thrusts, and his cock reaching the depths of your cunt until it probs the opening of your womb.
Miguelโs thrusts are harsh and unforgiving. Heโs using your own body as leverage to dig you out, chasing his high while making sure you reach maximum pleasure. With the position you're in, it allows Miguel to reach the depths of your cervix, allowing him to repeatedly pound into your wetness until you snap.ย
The rougher his thrusts get, the louder your moans become. Youโre trying so hard to stay silent but itโs hard when your husband is literally rearranging your insides. Miguelโs hand comes up to your mouth, uses his palm as a shield to muffle your sweet sounds so they canโt travel downstairs. โGotta keep you quiet, cariรฑo [sweetheart]. Canโt let Peter and MJ hear those pretty moans.โ
All you can do as a response is moan even louder while throwing your ass back against him, making him let out a sharp groan, one that heโs sure couldโve been heard from downstairs but he really doesnโt care, as long as they donโt hear you.
This goes on for minutes, the spicy tango between two people who are completely enthralled with one another, you and him releasing all of the pent up sexual energy while finding your way back to each at the same time outside of being parents.ย
The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, rhythmic and desperate while you and him chase the euphoric high that flows through your body when you cum. His pace and thrusts are so relentless that you begin to try and run from him, not being able to take the overwhelming pleasure flowing through your veins.ย
When Miguel notices you trying to escape his relentless thoughts, he laughs, thinking itโs funny that you think heโs gonna let you run from his dick. โNo, babyโฆโ he mutters, wrapping your hair around his hand until he gets a good grip, allowing him to pull it just enough to keep you in place without causing you any pain. โYou're gonna take this dick like a good girl.โ With Miguel pulling your body close to him, your both upright, your back against his chest, your breasts bouncing up and down, and the tip of his cock pushing directly against your g-spot.
Watching you attempt to run only adds fire to Miguelโs lust. It just makes him thrust harder, dig deeper inside your walls, silently begging for that coil inside you to snap. Your moans grow more wild and carefree as tears pool in your eyes from how good it feels after going so long without. โMigโfuckโ I- I- canโt โughโ take it, please!โ You whine, blindly putting your hand behind you, placing your palm against Miguelโs pelvis as a sign of surrender, wanting him to slow down a bit before you pass out.
Miguel knows you can take it, youโve been doing it for years. He knows that your body just needs some help remembering how to take his girthy cock. โYes, you can. I know you can take it. Donโt get all shy on me now.โ Your husband grabs at your arm, getting a nice hold on your forearm and now using this position to give him more leverage and control with his strokes.
With your head and arm being pulled back, Miguelโs cock continuously reaches the soft part of your pussy, and his filthy groans and dirty compliments, all lead to your second orgasm to build much quicker than the last, allowing it to sneak up on you.
Your walls clench around him so hard he hisses like heโs in pain, when heโs really just overwhelmed by the feeling your pussy provides. โShitโshitโIโm gonna cumโfuck!โโ You spew out curses a mile a minute, digging your free hand into the scrunched up blanket beneath you, feeling your mind become fuzzy as your eyes roll to back of head.
Your body trembles, legs quiver, you wouldโve probably collapsed if Miguel wasnโt holding your body in position. You arenโt able to control the sounds or fluids that come from your body next. Your creamy fluids coat Miguelโs shaft while your juices spray against the sheets, and a little splashing on his chiseled thighs.
While your pussy clenches around Miguelโs cock like a vice, trapping him inside your velvety walls, he can feel his abs tense, his balls tighten, and a flutter in his lower stomach. He continues his thrusts inside your warmth, tightening his grip on your hair and arm when he feels himself about to release.ย
Miguel sharp fangs coming out again when he spills inside you with a sharp gasp, hips stuttering, cock twitching as he fucks you through his nut and your orgasm. His warm seed flows through your pussy, filling your canal to the brim until it overflows, dripping out of you and onto the bed beneath you.ย
Your husband's beautiful moans hit your ears while he cums, making that flutter in your stomach grow as he continues fucking you. You love how vocal he is, how he isnโt scared to hold back in any capacity.
You and Miguel ride through your euphoric highs, allowing the endorphins to flood your senses, your bodies slapping together until you and him have had enough. Moments later, Miguel loosens his grip on you, pulling out of your wetness, and once your bodies are no longer together as one, your body slumps onto the mattress.ย
You turn yourself over on your back, looking up at your husband whoโs towering over you, completely covering you with his long shadow. The two of you are breathing hard with smiles on your faces, happy that you were finally able to have sex after being deprived of the luxury.
โI think I blacked out for a sec,โ you whisper, your voice still shaky with leftover adrenaline. Your body feels like itโs floating, all loose and warm, muscles humming with that dizzy sort of high that comes after one glass too many of wine. Every inch of you feels alive, thrumming with relief and the faint ache of finally being able to indulge in the martial act.
Miguel leans over, pressing a soft kiss against your lips before placing another on your collarbone. His breath is still a little uneven, his body warm and heavy beside you. For the first time in weeks, thereโs no tension in his voice when he speaks, that grumpy expression on his face has disappeared.
Miguel chuckles low in his throat, still catching his breath as he looks down at you. His hair is a wild mess from when your hands were running through it, his body glistening with sweat, and thereโs a boyish glint in his tired eyes you havenโt seen in a while. โI thought I broke you.โย
You laugh, the sound weak but genuine, and he grins at the sight. His thumb traces lazy circles along your skin, his tone warm and teasing, loving how after all these years he can still wear you out. โGuess we still got it, huh?โ
You nod, still dizzy, feeling like your legs are turning to mush. โOf course, we do.โ
Before Miguel can respond, a burst of static crackles through the baby monitor on the nightstand, making both of you jump. You turn your heads at the same time, eyes snapping toward the little screen, wanting to make sure your baby girl is doing good under the care of your friends. A second later, Peter Bโs voice comes through, cheerful as usual. โSheโs smiling! Look at thatโMJ, did you see that? Sheโs all gums!โ
MJ laughs in the background, her voice soft and amused, shaking her head at her husband. โSheโs probably just gassy, Pete.โ
โStill counts!โ Peter insists, clearly delighted at your daughter's gummy little smile. The sound of Mayday giggling joins in as she climbs her mother, a happy little chaos that fills the monitor with warmth instead of worry.
You and Miguel both stare for a moment, watching your baby girl as she lies on her back, kicking her tiny feet while Peter makes silly faces beside her. MJ sits nearby, watching the babies with that calm, maternal look that makes everything feel safe, allowing you and Miguelโs worry to evaporate knowing your baby girl is in good hands.
Miguel lets out a deep breath, his body relaxing against yours. โSheโs good,โ he murmurs, almost in disbelief that your daughter is happy and smiley, instead of being in one of her cranky and crying fits. โSheโsโฆ really good.โ
You smile softly, feeling your heart swell as you watch the scene unfold, loving the adorable expression on her precious little face. โSheโs perfect,โย
Miguel hums, his gaze shifting back down to you. A spark returns in his eyes, that teasing glint that always comes right before he does something reckless. โYou know,โ his voice drops to a low murmur, brushing his lips against your jaw. โPeter and MJ lookโฆ busy.โ
You glance at the monitor again, seeing that Peter is now pretending to juggle baby toys while Mayday claps in the background, then you look back at Miguel, already seeing the thought thatโs forming in his head.ย
โMiguelโฆโ you start, giving him a warning tone but the smirk curling at your lips tells him that you want him to act out whatever dirty thought thatโs forming in his mind.
He smiles softly, that sharp, boyish grin that melts every ounce of resistance in you every time he flashes it your way. โWe said weโd take advantage of the time, didnโt we?โ
Before you can argue, his arms slides under you, wrapping around your body, and lifting you with effortless strength. When you feel his palms wrap around your thighs, pulling you against his chest, you yelp softly, instinctively wrapping your arms around his neck, causing your breasts to press against him. โMiguel!โ
He chuckles, already carrying you toward the bathroom, his bare feet walking against the cool tile floor. โYou ready for round two?โ he asks, pushing the door open with his shoulder. Steam from the earlier shower still lingers in the air, the scent of soap and his cologne flooding your senses, making things feel more intimate than before.
You grin up at him, heartbeat still fluttering from everything thatโs happened and the anticipation building for whatโs to come. โMore than ready,โ Miguelโs eyes flicker with amusement as he sets you down gently, one hand lingering at your waist even as he reaches to turn on the shower.
The water hums to life, filling the room with the soft rush of sound and a cloud of steam that wraps around you both. You finish your sentence with a teasing smile, running your hand down his happy trail and palming his cock thatโs still wet with your slick. โAs long as I get to go first.โ
He arches a brow, that familiar smirk tugging at his lips as he bites back a moan, enjoying this side of you. โOh, so now youโre calling the shots?โ
โSomebody has to,โ you tease back, rising on your toes to press a kiss to his mouth. The kiss is slower this time, less frantic than before but somehow more lustful, especially when Miguel slips his tongue in your mouth, amplifying the lingering sexual affection that says more than words ever could.
When you pull away, his hand slides to the back of your neck, thumb tracing small, absent circles against your skin. While you place your pointer and index finger in your mouth, tasting the mixture of his cum and your cream on your tongue, making Miguel bite his lip, wondering how he was able to find a woman who can match his freak in every way possible.
The shower fills the room with a gentle hiss, droplets dotting Miguelโs shoulders as he steps inside the marble tile shower before reaching his out a hand to you. โCome on,โ he murmurs, voice soft but full of lust, feeling his cock harden at the sight of his cum smeared on your lips. โLetโs wash the morning off, mi vida.โ
You step in beside him, the water instantly soothing against your skin. Once your inside and both of your bodies are wet, Miguel stands in front of the shower head, allowing the water to splash against his back, not wanting the water to reach you because he knows you donโt want to get your hair wet since you donโt have it wrapped up.
Once your feet are grounded against the shower floor, you kneel down in front of your husband, gripping onto his thighs to help stabilize yourself. Once your eye level with his lengthy cock, watching how the veins along his shaft throb, causing your mouth to water, wanting nothing more than to feel his girth stretch your pretty mouth so wide that you choke.
You dig your hand into Miguelโs thigh while you use the other to stroke his cock, giving him a few good pumps before twirling your wet tongue against his prominent veins, all the way up to his aching tip thatโs begging to hit the back of your throat.ย
While teasing your husbandโs cock, you look up at him, eyes filled with nothing but love and lust, enjoying the screwed expression on his face, knowing that by the time your done youโll either have his seed deep inside your throat or painted on your face and youโre honestly happy with either outcome.
Before twelve oโclock, you and Miguel will be on round three, your back pressed against the shower while his cock presses against the opening of your womb, attempting to put another baby inside you.
Hopefully Peter and MJ canโt hear you and Miguel acting like a couple of horny teenagers because things are to the point where neither of you care if they can hear your moans or skin slapping together.
The only things that you and Miguel care about is making the other person cum until the image of your naked bodies are burned into each otherโs mind.
Now that the Dry Spell has been lifted, you and Miguel can now walk around with a smile on your faces.
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Cw: size kink, mask kink, masked sex, spit, reader doesnโt know itโs Miguel โฆpicture taking?? and choking. One sentence in Spanish. You can obviously tell I got lazy I just wanted to post something really quick <333
You had decided to have a small get together at your house. Inviting a few known friends, ofc they invited more but you had told them to come masked. It was like a little mystery, you loved mysteries. You had already known who Peter was because of his loud rambling.
He was dressed as Leatherface. A bad one at that, he looked nothing like Leatherface, he was literally wearing the green trench jacket that he wears everywhere. It was horrible.
Everyone had revealed themselves. All except the Ghostface.
His build was strong, tough even. Looked like he was made out of solid iron. The way he stood had you hypnotized. His arms crossed against his protruding chest, head tilting to the side under his mask.
He was just too good to look at. His arms were just bulging with veins. It almost made you fantasize about them having you in a head lock.
You still didnโt know who it was, but jesus fucking Christ were they strong. The way he had his fist balled into your hair and both of his knees touching the wooden floor on each side of you almost made you die.
He was manhandling you so good. The way he fucked into you made you see stars, you were in such a heavy daze. you didnโt even see the flash of the picture he took.
His cock was so thick, your walls struggled to take him with each thrust. It was crazy how one could have so much power behind them. He was enjoying this all too well. Tightening his fist in your hair, pulling your head back and using his other hand to pull the bottom part of his mask up. Just enough for you to see his puckered lips. Your mouth opened like the greedy slut you were.
He spit into your mouth, it sounded so dirty. So, vile. Heโs fucking you so so so good, covering up your moans with his huge hands.
The groans heโs letting out sound heavenly, his deep grunts making shivers go down your spine. You try to get him to sit up a little to lessen the pressure of his thrust he is just not letting up.
It feels too good for him to stop. He isnโt focused on your pleasure anymore, itโs all about him. The sound of his hips connecting with yours covered in your slickness is deafening, if anyone had walked by they would most definitely hear and know what was going on.
โFuck.โ It was small very faint, you wouldnโt even have been able to tell it was him if you werenโt the one getting their brains fucked out.
You heard it as clear as day, yet you still didnโt know who it was that was fucking you so good.
His hand started gripping your hair harder before moving it down to your throat squeezing it softly. You feel a slight tug on your costume, Heโs ripping the top part open and gripping a hand full of your tits.
You felt disgusted as he laughed when drool started running down the side of your mouth.
โPlease please please.โ
You didnโt even know what you were begging for anymore. He starts to slow down his thrusts and grips your side before flipping you over onto your back.
You could see his build so much better. His neck dripping with sweat.
His whole hand covered you face as he pushed you more into the floor, making your head turn to the side. Your face smushed into the floorboards.
Everything was feeling so good. Pink lips peaking from under his mask.
โNo.โ Just a small grunt
You wanted to see his face so bad. It was painful not really. You were squirming under his weight, his heavy large palms practically suffocating you.
โF-fuck, hold on just g-give me-.โ
You could barely breathe, barely even speak because of the way he was practically pounding you into the wooded floor. His thrusts so heavy and full of vigor.
Tears forming at your eyes, you can feel yourself about to cum you just need.. you just need
โP-please slow,โ
Your words are so slurred it sounds like youโre drunk. Heโs not even letting up, not a bit. Heโs too heavy, youโre gonna make a mess itโs not like you didnโt try to warn him. You begged him to slow down.
White noise is all you hear as he hits just the right spot
โWait wait wait, p-please.โ
Your hands bunching up next to your head, having nothing to grip onto for support. You can hear your mess splashing onto the wooden floor.
โSo fuckin messy.โ
Heโs chuckling? Heโs.. laughing.
Your pussy couldnโt even push him out with the force of your orgasm. Heโs just too heavy and thick inside of you.
Heโs heavy breathing in your ear, grunting and groan as he plows into you like he owns you. At this point he does. Fucking you like heโs possessed by something.
His thrusts become more sloppy as you can tell that he is nearing his end, he thighs smacking against the back of yours. His hips are stuttering debating if he wants to cum on you, or in you. He of course chooses the latter pushing so deep into you, you can feel and hear cogs falling out of your head and onto the floor.
Heโs so deep, his thighs tensing as he releases inside of you.
Your cunt is just so warm why would he want to leave it? Well of course to see what heโs left behind. He slowly pulls out and the pearly beads of cum quickly follow, heโs using his thumb to spread you open as he watches your pussy clench around nothing.
A list Of Closed Or Semi-Closed Practices, Objects And Religions
White sage: A sacred herb used in Indigenous American practices and currently endangered. Used in smudging rituals.
Palo Santo: An aged wood that is burned in South American practices and currently endangered. Palo Santo is important to Hispanic/latinx culture and is currently endangered. Commercial buying of this wood is generally looked down upon by those not belonging to this group of people.
Dream catchers: A hand-made woven willow hoop adorned with sacred items made by Indigenous Americans. Any that are not made by an indigenous American is not a true dream catcher.
Sweetgrass: Considered sacred to Indigenous Americans and is used in smudging rituals. Also is currently endangered.
Smudging: A sacred, elaborate, exclusively Indigenous American ritual using smoke. Very different from smoke cleansing an area.
Spirit Animals: A purely Indigenous American belief/ part of the religion of certain tribes. Nobody not belonging to this group simply does not have one.
Egg Limpia: A South American practice to cleanse oneself ย using an egg.
Karma: A Hinduism belief/concept that the energy someone builds in their life (good or bad) affects how their later lives turn out.
Chakras: A term specific to Hinduism and Buddhism referencing various focal points on the body used in meditation practices. Within Kundali yoga breath exercises, visualizations, mudras, bandhas, kriyas, and mantras are focused on manipulating the flow of subtle energies through chakras
Sour Jars: A spell belonging to hoodoo and vodou and various other closed practices using a jar to hex.
Haitian Vodou: A polytheistic, syncretic religion coming from west African (Yoruba and Fon) Roman Catholicism. Developed among Afro-Haitian communities amid the Atlantic slave trade and the main religion in Haiti as well as Catholicism.
Hoodoo: A syncretic religion created by enslaved Africans, this religion is practiced in the Caribbean and in southern America, an amalgamation of spiritual practices, traditions, and beliefs that were held in secret away from white slaveholders.
Santeria: a polytheistic, syncretic religion originating in Cuba and combines Yoruba and Roman Catholic beliefs. ย Also developed during the Atlantic slave trade.
Many Native American cultures
Many African cultures
Saami (in Finland)
Shinto (There are branches of Shinto practice that are open, but this kind of practice should be approached with a high level of respect, and some branches are definitely closed. Jinja Shinto would be to most prominent example of an open denomination)
Druidism (proper not neo)
Gardnerian and Alexandrian Wicca
Haitian Vodou
Hawaiian
Some parts of African Vodou (It depends on the section/group/family etc.)
Hinduism (There are denominations of Hinduism that are open and available, just as there are sects that are closed. Some of the โopen sects are highly problematic, and so it does one to be very careful when looking at joining a sect of Hindu faith. Dharmic law is part of what makes this a little sticky to navigate, so best to be approached with deference and caution. )
Hopi
Inuit
Judaism (You must earn the right to be called Jewish)
Raastafari Movement
Tribal (almost all)
Voudon
Zoroastrianism
Kemetic Orthodox- This does not require an initiation per say, but does require a rite of passage of sorts and there is a series of coursework that should be completed.
Tibetanย
polynesian
Indian
Russian
Aztec
Aryan
Maori
When in doubt, ask yourself: did white men/Christians attempt to erase it? If the answer is yes, then itโs a closed practice.ย
summary: around the campfire, the men start teasing sandor about hisย size, and as the crude jokes fly, you can't help but sneak a glance at him. when you catch the outline of him beneath his clothes, your heart races, and you can't look away. sandor notices, and the tension between you two is almost too much to handle. you're left wondering what will happen when the camp settles down for the night.
warnings: nsfw, sexual tension, sexual attraction , reader's smutty thoughts, alcohol, objectification, p in v sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk, swearing , public sex kind of.
word count: 3.2k
the campfire crackled and spit, casting flickering shadows over the circle of men gathered around it. the air was thick with the smell of sweat and woodsmoke, the chatter growing louder as the ale flowed. you sat just outside the circle, not part of their bawdy camaraderie, but close enough to catch every word, and gods, how you wished you werenโt.
โclegane,โ one of the younger men drawled, a drunken smirk plastered across his face. โbet youโre hiding something fierce under all that armor, eh?โ
the others laughed, quick and eager to latch onto the joke. sandor, seated across the fire, didnโt so much as glance up.
โreckon it drags behind him in the snow,โ another chimed in, slapping his knee.
more laughter, rough and raucous. your stomach twisted as you pulled your cloak tighter around you, hoping to disappear into the night.
sandorโs lip twisted into a mocking half-smile, his gaze sharp as it swept over the group. โkeep talking about my cock,โ he growled, the words a low, gravelly threat, โand Iโll make sure itโs the last thing you ever get to look at.โ
that earned a chorus of hoots and hollers, none of them taking the threat seriously.
โyou hear that?โ the first one cackled, slapping his thigh. โbig manโs got a temper to match!โ he leaned forward, squinting at you. โwhat dโyou think, girl? youโre always hovering around him, eh? got an eye forโโ
you choked on your sip of water, quickly lowering the cup and staring at the ground as your cheeks burned hotter than the fire.
the thud of steel slicing into wood made you flinch. when you dared to look up, sandorโs knife was embedded in the log beside the manโs head, the blade gleaming menacingly in the firelight. the man froze mid-laugh, his face blanching as though all the blood had drained from it.
the men fell silent for half a beat before breaking into another round of laughter, though it was more nervous this time, the kind of laughter that comes when youโre not sure if someoneโs joking.
โaye, no need for that,โ the first one said, holding up his hands in mock surrender. โjust a bit of fun, clegane.โ
sandor leaned back against the log, his long legs stretched out and his lips curling into something close to a smirk. He didnโt say another word, just shook his head as if they werenโt worth the effort.
you tried to focus on the cup in your hands, but the conversation around the camp was impossible to ignore.
the men roared, and you dared a glance toward sandor. he was still as a stone, sitting against a log, legs stretched out in front of him. His bowl of stew rested in one hand, the other dangling lazily by his side.
but it wasnโt just his size that drew your eye. It was the way he carried himself, like he was more than aware of the effect he had on everyone around him.
the long lines of his legs, the thick muscles visible even under layers of leather and wool. your gaze drifted lower before you could stop yourself, there, was the unmistakable outline of him, large and thick, pressing against the fabric of his trousers. your heart pounded in your ears as you realized just how much of a hold he had over you.
you tried to tear your eyes away, but the way he filled out his clothes, the way he made you feel. you wanted to touch him, to feel that strength, feel the weight of him, his size, pressing down on you. the image of him, thick and demanding, burned into your mind, refusing to leave.
when you glanced up, you found sandor watching you. his eyes were steady, sharp, like he knew exactly what had been going through your mind. there was no judgment in his gaze, only that intense, unblinking stare, like he was daring you to admit it. To admit just how much you wanted him, how much youย neededย him.
slowly, almost lazily, he tilted his head.
โenjoying the view?โ his voice was a low rasp, just loud enough for you to hear over the chatter of the men.
your heart raced, and you looked down, fumbling with the crust of bread in your hands like it held the answers to your embarrassment.
he huffed a quiet laugh, deep and rough. โthought so.โ
the sound of his laughter, knowing, made your pulse jump. you risked a glance up, only to find he was still watching you, his lips curling into something between amusement and triumph.
you tried to gather yourself, but your body felt light, almost dizzy from the weight of the moment. but then, as the world around you came back into focus, you realized you werenโt the only one who had noticed.
the men around the fire had been watching too. theyโd seen, heard everything. you could feel their eyes flicking between you and sandor, their glances filled with anticipation, like they were waiting for something to happen.
one of them, whoโd been watching intently, couldnโt help but chuckle. โwell, looks like youโve caught the big manโs attention, girl.โ
you could feel every set of eyes on you now, watching, waiting for something, anything to happen. and you knew that whatever had just passed between you and sandor wasnโt going to be forgotten.
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some time passed, and you were finally alone. you had been chosen to set up the camp, and for once, you weren't mad about it. the embarrassment still lingered, heavy on your body, but with this task, there was no one around to remind you of it.
the dirty thoughts still lingered in your mind, persistent and unsettling. it was the way he looked at you, like it didnโt bother him at all. there was something strange between the two of you, an unspoken connection that you couldnโt shake, no matter how hard you tried.
lost in the depths of your thoughts, the sudden crunch of boots on the ground behind you pulled you from your trance. you didnโt dare glance over your shoulder, but the shadow cast by the moonlight told you everything you needed to know. his presence loomed large, unmistakable. it was sandor.
he stood there for a moment. then, in his usual gruff manner, he spoke. โyouโre alone out here.โ his voice was steady, not a question, but a statement. the air between you felt thick, but his presence, though imposing, didn't seem to demand anything more.
you glanced at him, trying to hide the slight amusement creeping onto your face. his expression was unreadable, his eyes dark as always. he was standing too close, close enough that you could feel the warmth of his presence, but still, he didnโt move, didnโt push.
โwell?โ he asked after a long pause, his voice rough, yet tinged with something you couldnโt quite place. โyou gonna stand there all night? ain't you got a camp to set up?โ his voice reeked of alcohol.
you blinked, suddenly realizing you were still rooted to the spot, caught in the strange tension heโd created. his tone had been flat, but there was something in the way he looked at you, like he was waiting for you to say something.
โright,โ you muttered, shaking your head as if to clear it. you turned away from him, reaching for the bedrolls and stakes you had set aside, trying to ignore the way your heartbeat had quickened. โIโll get to it.โ
you could feel his presence still lingering behind you as you bent down to fasten the stakes into the ground, the weight of his stare making the silence awkward and thick. every movement felt too deliberate, like he was watching your every action, even though he hadnโt said a word since his last remark.
suddenly, you felt a hand press against your lower back. startled, you flinched and glanced up at him. without warning, he yanked you to your feet by your pants, pulling you tightly against his chest, your back to him. "don't make me do all the work" he murmured low, his voice thick with intent. you held your breath, feeling the undeniable pressure of his body against yours. his hips subtly thrust forward, the hardness of his bulge pressing into your lower back.
your pulse quickened, a mixture of nerves and something else you couldnโt quite place. you shifted uncomfortably, trying to create some distance between you, but his grip was firm. "sandor," you whispered, unsure of what you wanted him to do. "this isn't right."
without answering, he lowered his mouth to your neck, his lips brushing the sensitive skin just below your ear. the warmth of his breath sent a shiver through you, and before you could react, his hand moved down your body. with a sudden, forceful motion, his fingers grasped the fabric of your shirt, pulling it taut before ripping it open. the sound of fabric tearing filled the air, and your breath caught in your throat.
you gasp, instinctively crossing your arms to shield your chest, but he seizes your wrists and firmly pulls them behind your back. sandor smirks, his voice low and rough as he says, โhiding wonโt save you now.โ
he pulls you back into him, your ass pressing against his bulge. sandor chuckled, a sound that reverberated through you. "is that what you want?" he growled low, his voice thick with desire. you could feel the tension in his body, the way he stiffened behind you as you pushed back into him. his groan followed, deep and unmistakable, as his hips involuntarily thrust forward.
"keep pushing, and you're only going to make it worse," he whispered against your ear, his voice a mix of amusement and promise.
but you couldnโt stop. you pressed back into him again, your body moving against his in a way that left no room for hesitation. his breathing hitched, and before you could react, sandor spun you around with brutal force. you fell to the ground, the air knocked from your lungs, and you gasped in surprise.
you now sat on the floor, hands pushing up your body to regain some balance. your breath was shallow, heart racing, and as you looked up, you saw sandor towering over you, his gaze locked onto yours with an intensity that made your pulse quicken.
he took his time, slowly unbuckling his belt as his gaze never left you. you couldnโt help but feel a mix of excitement and fear, the way his eyes held you in place, his every movement calculated.
he noticed the excitement in your eyes, a small, knowing smile tugging at the corner of his lips. a low chuckle escaped him, the sound rich with amusement. "youโre eager," he murmured, his gaze darkening as he took in your reaction.
you were frozen, not knowing what to say, your words lost in the heaviness of the moment. all you could do was sit there, heart pounding, waiting for him to move, unsure of what would come next.
without warning, he unzipped his pants and slowly takes out his cock. you stared in disbelief, you couldn't help but notice how much larger he was than you'd expected. his gaze remained locked on yours, and with a slow, almost indifferent smirk, he muttered, 'didn't think you'd be this quiet. thought youโd have more to say.'"
his words stung, challenging you, and without thinking, you pushed yourself to your feet. you met his eyes, you didnโt know if you were trying to prove something to him or to yourself, but you took a step closer, your breath steadying as you faced him head-on.
you stared at him, the silence heavy between you. neither of you needed to speak to know what you both wanted, but the words failed to form. uncertainty gripped you, but something inside urged you to move, to take the first step. without thinking further, you leaned in and kissed him.
your lips met his, the kiss harsh and impatient, filled with undeniable desire and lust. you felt his tongue push past your lips, exploring your mouth, his hand tightened his grip on your thigh, finger digging into your skin. "answer me", he said, his voice low, "you think you can take all of me, huh?" his other hand quickly yanked your pants down to your knees, the urgency in his movements making your pulse quicken.
you looked up at sandor, meeting his intense gaze, your voice barely above a whisper. "do your worst." the words were edged with hesitation, but there was something else there too, a quiet challenge. he smirked, clearly appreciating the boldness beneath your uncertainty, before he spun you around and shoved you face-first into the tree.
his grip on your wrists was rough, pulling them behind your back and holding them there with unrelenting force. his breath was hot against the back of your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. as reality set in, so did a rush of nervousness, your breath quickened, your heartbeat pounding in your chest.
he chuckled, feeling the tension in your body. "you're not getting cold feet now are ya?" his voice gravelly, "it's too late to back out now."
you feel the cold breeze on your legs and chest, and you try to arch your back slightly, as if to invite him in. you feel his hard presence against you, waiting impatiently.
when all of a sudden you felt sandor's thick fingers attach themselves to your pussy. his other hand stil holding on tight to your wrists. "let me see" he mutters, his fingers brushing against your folds, stroking up and down.
you desperately tried to clamp your legs shut,ย the humiliation heavy in your chest, too much to bear. but his hand, strong as usual, forced them apart. the weight of it settled heavy on you, the sense of being exposed, vulnerable, naked in a way you never thought you'd be, especially with sandor, your usual companion in the mud and blood of battle, seeing you like this.
sandor, clearly tired of you already, grabbed you by the neck with a cold, firm hand, his grip locking you in place. you were shoved hard against the tree, your body pinned to the bark. there was no hesitation in him now, he didnโt want to wait any longer.
"quit fightinโ," he growled. "youโll give in, like it or not."
you were so overwhelmed by his actions that your mind went blank, unable to focus or think clearly. he noticed, of course he did. "please, sandor," you murmured, desperately trying to create some friction by swaying your hips, but he held you down firmly, laughing at your attempt.
sandor is so smug about it too, groaning just quietly enough while his hands grab your ass, pulling you further apart so he can finally enter you. "been waiting for this," he murmured, his voice low and filled with satisfaction.
you turn your head towards him, glancing over your shoulder just to see how big he looked as he loomed over you, pulling you closer while gripping the base of his cock as he slips his tip into you. the sharp, overwhelming pain makes your body ache. you cried out in desperation, you close your eyes and try to relax every muscle in your body as he slowly fills you up, little by little.
sandor furrowed his brows as he holds still for just a moment, his rough hands were all over you. "fucking hell, donโt tell me youโre a virgin" he growls through his teeth.
"not that,โ you finally managed to whisper, releasing the breath you were holding. โi just- itโs been a while.โ
"you're so fucking tight". he grunted, finally feeling your cunt stop clenching, he immediately pulled back and thrust into you forcefully, causing you to cry out, your arm instinctively reaching back to hold his hips back from the overwhelming sensation. he ignores your protests and starts thrusting into you quickly, your body responding to his every move. you whimper with each thrust, moving in rhythm with him, your hand still holding his hip in protest as he drives into you relentlessly.
he grabs the arm that's gripping his hip and pushes it behind your back, gaining a better angle as he thrusts into you. "c'mere," he growled, his grip tightening on your arm. "let me feel you, all of you".
the eye contact, his words, itโs almost enough to make you tap out. sandorโs eyes never leave yours as he pushes into you roughly.
as the rustling of footsteps grows closer, you freeze, heart racing. sandor's grip tightens on you, his eyes scanning the surrounding woods. the sound of your men moving through the trees grows louder, and you can feel the tension in the air.
"stay quiet," sandor murmurs, his voice low and commanding, as he pulls you closer, putting his hand over your mouth. almost covering your whole face with just one hand. neither of you can be fucked to care, the pleasure building low in your stomach as he keeps on pounding into you.
the men approach, oblivious to your presence, and you hold your breath, hoping they don't notice anything out of the ordinary.
you can hear their voices now, but they pass by without a second glance, the danger passing as quickly as it arrived. sandor lets out a low grunt, picking up his speed, fueled by frustration. his hands find your hair, pulling it harshly, causing you to yelp.
you choked on your moans, your aching pussy taking him whole, sandor leans in close as he pushes you back and forth on his cock. loving how you whine everytime he slides inside of your pussy.
he can't hold back anymore, his control snaps, and all thatโs left is brute force and raw lust. he grips your hips tightly, his hands holding your ass as you let him take control. his touch grows bolder, sliding up your sides, skimming your stomach, and grazing your chest until they rest just above your throat. he pulls your towards him, looking for you eyes.
you look at him and find him staring at you, his lips parted, his eyes moving from your face to your ass, watching as he splits you open, again and again.
"oh gods" he mumbles under his breath, still staring at where you bodies keep on meeting together with his brute force. his breath quickens, short, guttural growls of pleasure escaping his mouth, you nod, sandor immediately knowing what you mean, his fingers dig into your hips even harder, his breathing becoming faster and more labored, as he picks up the pace. the sound of slapping flesh becoming even louder in the forest.
before you know it, you're cunt is filled up with his seed, you cum and his name keeps on falling of your lips. "that's it girl." he thrusts his seed deeper. it's quick, the way he eases himself out of you, how you feel it flowing down your inner thighs.
you try to stand secure on your wobbly legs and it was you who finally said something. "y- yeah, you've made your point."
sandor just watches you with a grin on his face, cocky bastard.
english translation of โmaldivasโ bc every sapphic in the world deserves to know what ludmilla was singing for her wife in front of 100,000 people on stage at rock in rio 2022
