βDonβt have to rush ainβt goin no whereβ¦βyou sing the lyric slowly as you whine your hips in circle on your boyfriendβs front,bulge clearly growing from your actions,the camera recording the both of you.He takes a deep inhale,hissing under his breath βiβll take off your thongβ¦put your legs in the airβ¦β itβs now his turn sing along with youβturning you quickly around with a vice grip on your hips,lifting your right leg onto his shoulder with a cheeky smirk on his pretty plump lipsβhis front colliding back with yours as he acted as if he were slow fucking you,the feeling delicious before you choke on the next words,moaning instead before he swallows your sounds tongue dipping and licking around your mouth while still grinding into you.
Maybe Itβs Foreboding (Or Not) β Miguel x fem!Reader
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content: no extreme warnings, modern au, fem!reader, reader uses female pronouns, reader commutes to work by train, reader knows basic spanish, hc that miguel speaks both irish and spanish β and that heβs irish on his fatherβs side (idk if this is correct or not), use of petnames, id say miguel is a bit ooc β but hes not β he just doesnβt have all that canon trauma going on sjsksk
FINALLY DID SOMETHING OF GOOD QUALITY FOR ONCE????? had to get back on my shit yktfv!!! also psa for the translations β i do not speak fluent spanish and not a lick of irish so please!! if thereβs anything incorrect/needs changing, dont be afraid to tell me!! hope you enjoy β€οΈβ€οΈ
Your usual commute to work was barely ever eventful. It mostly consisted of you getting onto your train β hoping youβd get a seat β and feeling despondent every time you noticed no seats were available.Β
Which was expected: You had to use a busy train in order to get to work on time. Any earlier and youβd have to wonder around your officeβs surroundings to waste time and any later would have you clocking in late.Β
This timed train was so much more convenient for pace but it just never granted you those graceful minutes to sit down.Β
But alas, you stuck with it, because what else was there to complain about? The trains werenβt too full so it didnβt mean you were squashed like packed sardines and it was relatively quiet due to most passengers being too mellow at this time of morning to make any lucrative noise.Β
βSorry, Miss.βΒ
At first, you ignored the deep sounding words, assuming they could have been for anyone. But then a soft tap bounced just over your thigh and so you looked down to see what the disturbance was.Β
π¨ππ»π¬πΉπͺπ¨πΉπ¬ with Miguel is quiet. Heated skin against heated skin and rushed pants slowing to even rhythms. He likes to hold you as your highs die down, he knows it helps to ground you, gently bringing you back down from cloud now. If you had a particularly strong orgasm or he knows he was a little rougher than usual heβll talk you through it, whispering soft praises against your skin, warm hands smoothing over whichever areas might be stiff and sore. Heβs always so so so careful with you. Your needs are constantly met before his own and this applies after sex too. βEasy, baby, come back to me. Iβm right here β yeah, thatβs my hand, Iβve gotchaβ¦ There she is, my pretty girl,β he murmurs, runs the back of his hand against your heated cheek, leans down to press a soft kiss against your lips and your brows, itβs only then that you notice youβre furrowing them and relax. Heβs very serious about you eating and peeing after sex, will carry you to the bathroom and kitchen if he has to. Overall a big softie, heβs a lot more selfless than people tend to write him off to be <3
Miguel:Β What are you in the mood for? Y/n:Β World domination. Miguel:Β Thatβs a bit ambitious. Y/n:Β You are my world. Miguel:Β Awwβ¦ Y/n: Miguel: Y/n: Miguel:Β OH.
