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The sexual tension between you and Miguel has been palpable since you moved in together. You were best friends from college, sitting next to each other on the first day of Intro to Microbiology during sophomore year. Throughout college, you two hung out a lot, often sleeping over at each other’s dorms and spending many late nights partying and getting shit-faced. Now that you’ve graduated and were thrust into the real world, you decided to rent a fully-furnished, two-bedroom apartment together, so that your first years of true independence wouldn’t break the bank so much.
Unfortunately for you, due to a mishap and a sketchy landlord, that two-bedroom apartment turned out to be a one-bedroom. Miguel wanted to let you have the bed because, according to him, “he was the man and chivalry isn’t dead.” On the other hand, you weren’t about to make Miguel sleep on the couch in the living room, because how heartless could you be to your own best friend? Then, the solution dawned upon you both - you could just share the bed! It would be fine - after all, you two were just best friends, right?
That’s where the problem started. With you and Miguel sleeping in the same bed every night, it wasn’t exactly ideal to bring people over. You did have to take care of your needs, after all, but you never wanted to inconvenience Miguel. So, whenever the need arose, you’d ask the other person if you could go over to their place. But lately, you’ve been in a bit of a dry spell. It’s been nearly a year since you and Miguel moved in together, and the workload at Alchemax was starting to pile up. You no longer didn’t have as much time to party and fool around like you did in college. These days, your routine consisted of working, and sleeping, before going to work again.
However, you were lucky that Miguel was a deep sleeper. That man could collapse into the bed and fall asleep less than 5 minutes later. So, in your haze of sexual frustration, you started to masturbate in bed, right next to him, every night. You always kept quiet, often looking over at Miguel’s face to make sure he wasn’t being stirred from much-needed sleep. That itch in your loins was just barely scratched, but it did the job.
At least, until one night, when you were hit upside the head with the worst timing.
You were rubbing your clit frantically, biting your lip to hold back your moans, when you looked over to see if Miguel was still sleeping. Much like you expected, he was dead asleep despite facing you. You continued rubbing your clit harshly, urging yourself to cum so that you could be done for the night, when you heard a loud whimper next to you. Immediately, your head whipped to face Miguel’s direction, but to your surprise, he was still asleep. He moaned again before turning to the other side. His moans still rang in your head as your mouth opened in a silent scream, clit pulsing under your fingers as you came.
Since that night, it was like a Pavlovian response developed deep within you. Whenever you masturbated, you couldn’t cum unless you were looking at Miguel. Your best friend.
You tried to not let it affect you during the day, but it was hard. You were suddenly hyperaware of every interaction you had with Miguel. Like that one time when he had to pass you to get behind the kitchen counter, he placed his hands on your hips before muttering a low, “Excuse me.” Or that one night after work when he drove you home, placing a warm hand on your thigh and not saying anything. Or that one time you both drank a hefty amount of red wine, and you couldn’t ignore the heated stare Miguel was sending your way.
You never acted upon it, but the sexual tension was growing thicker and thicker until it practically could be cut with a knife. You were dangerously treading the line between best friends and something more. How long would it take before the tension broke?
Fuck.
Soon enough, you got your answer.
It was a rare night off for you and Miguel, and what better way to share it than to break open another bottle of cheap red wine?
Despite that disaster that occurred over a month ago, things were still easy with Miguel. You could sit comfortably in silence with him, pick up conversations about anything, and destress from work together. The only real difference was the fact that you couldn’t cum anymore if you didn’t see Miguel’s face.
You tried your best to undo the Pavlovian response your brain developed. You tried meeting up with past hookups, downloading Tinder and Hinge, and even seducing one of the guys who worked on the floor below you. Nothing worked. No matter how good those nameless faces filled you up, used you, and wrapped their hands deliciously around your neck, you just couldn’t find it in you to cum , having to resort to faking orgasm after orgasm. And frankly, you were going to lose it. The red wine you were sharing with Miguel did little to ease your frustrations, especially with the heavy-lidded gaze your best friend was sending your way.
Miguel yawned while you were mid-sip. “Tired?” you asked.
“Mhm,” he replied, rubbing his face with a heavy sigh. “Might turn in for the night. You too?”
“Soon, I’ll join you in a bit.”
“Need help cleaning up?” He got up from his stool and stretched his arms, causing his shirt to reveal just the tiniest sliver of his rock-hard abs and happy trail. You stifled a whimper, clearing your throat as you crossed your legs, feeling that familiar throb in your loins.
“I’m good,” you nearly sputtered, taking Miguel’s wine glass and putting it in the sink. After taking a final swig out of your glass, you turned on the sink and began to wash the dishes.
“Alright, good night, Y/N,” Miguel yawned again, before trudging to the bedroom. You didn’t answer him, scrubbing the glasses as you begged your body to calm down.
You were done with the dishes all too soon, but the thought of Miguel and his damn happy trail was still running through your mind. You silently pattered into the bathroom as you began to get ready for bed. Once the door shut behind you, you opened up your Spotify and began to play some quiet music to keep your mind from going haywire. You went through your routine, washing your face and doing your skincare, before changing into a tank top and shorts. By the time you were finished, the thoughts of Miguel subsided somewhat.
When you walked into the bedroom, those thoughts came back in full force, thanks to the sight before you. Maybe it was because of the stuffy weather and the landlord refusing to fix the air-conditioning, but Miguel was shirtless, with the blanket bunched at the foot of his bed.
Your mouth went dry as you gulped, eyes trained on Miguel’s bare chest. His tan chest was sparse with hair, pebbled nipples almost reaching out as if to say hello. You had seen Miguel shirtless before, but it was only quick glimpses. Never this long. Never this enticing. You let your feet take you to the bed, getting into your side as you felt saliva pool in your mouth. You tentatively stretched a finger out, running it against his nipple, hissing when you felt how hard it was.
“Fuck,” you whispered, tantalized by the sight. You carefully adjusted your position so that you were straddling one of his legs, using your fingers to tweak both his nipples at the same time. Heat pooled in your abdomen as you bit your lip, breathing heavily as you continued teasing Miguel’s nipples. Your hips moved forward slowly, and you whimpered as the pleasure crawled through your thin cotton shorts and up your spine. You pulled back momentarily to throw your tank top off, discarding it at the foot of the bed. The cool air pebbled your nipples and you shivered.
After a minute or two, you slowly moved your head down, your mouth carefully approaching his chest. All hesitations and morals evaporated from your mind the second you wrapped your lips around Miguel’s nipple, moaning softly as you did so. You swirled your tongue around the hardened nub, teasing it with gentle laps before your teeth grazed it. Miguel, still asleep, inhaled sharply but didn’t wake. Pulling back, your mouth immediately latched onto his other nipple, sucking and nibbling as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. You spent more time on this nipple, tweaking and rubbing the other with your fingers.
“This is so wrong,” you whispered to yourself as you carefully watched to make sure he didn’t wake. Despite that statement, your mouth continued abusing Miguel’s nipples, eventually leaving hickeys on his pecs. Your lips and tongue were unstoppable, nibbling, sucking, and swirling around the buds as you grew wetter and wetter. You continued grinding on Miguel’s leg desperately, letting the pleasured haze take over your mind and guide your actions.
Eventually, you pulled back, a string of saliva connecting your shiny lips to Miguel’s nipple, now swollen from your ministrations. You repositioned yourself again so that your chest brushed against his. You whined as your nipples rubbed against Miguel’s, the pleasure zapping down your spine. You moved back and forth, slowly so as not to wake him, letting your nipples gently brush against his. You bit your lip to stop moaning even louder, eyes transfixed on Miguel’s swollen nipples rubbing against your own. Your eyes moved to Miguel’s face, stifling another moan as you watched his peaceful expression.
Before long, you repositioned yourself again, thumbing the waistband of Miguel’s pajama pants. You didn’t care about the ethics or morals of this situation – all you needed was Miguel’s cock in your mouth, and now . You licked your lips as you slowly pulled his pants down further, eagerly waiting to see the monster you knew he was packing. When you didn’t feel another layer of fabric, you inwardly cheered at Miguel going to bed commando. You slipped a hand down his pants, waiting for your fingers to wrap around a soft cock, when they brushed against soft folds instead. Your eyes widened in shock. You yanked the fabric down in disbelief, and the sight before you caused you to salivate.
Miguel O’Hara had a pussy . You gulped as you stared at it under the moonlight streaming through your window. His mons pubis was fat , with trimmed, dark brown curls. His clit was peeking out through his lips, and a new thrill of arousal shook you. You audibly whimpered this time, removing his pants completely and licking your lips as you moved your head closer.
Your best friend had a pussy . He’d been hiding it from you all this time. Fuck. Shit. Many more expletives ran through your mind as you stuck your tongue out and licked Miguel’s clit experimentally. A shiver ran through you at the taste before you licked it again, harder this time as the bud twitched under your tongue.
Rather than fuck up into his fist, Miguel masturbated by fingering himself. Did he thrust his fingers straight up into his cunt whenever he was horny? Did he like teasing his clit? Did he have one of those fancy vibrators, the ones that stimulated your clit and g-spot at the same time? Did he ever grind on his pillows? Did he ever-
Did he ever finger himself while you were asleep?
You groaned at the thought, latching your lips around Miguel’s clit and suckling hard. The fantasies were going wild in your mind. Did Miguel ever have the same problem you did, where he couldn’t cum around his fingers unless he was looking at your face? Did he have to clench his thighs whenever he was horny? Has he ever edged himself so much that he felt his clit throbbing all day? Did he know how to squirt?
Oh fuck, has he ever scissored with someone?
You whimpered, imagining Miguel, standing at 6 feet and 9 inches tall, straddling his partner and spreading their legs, forcing them to stay open as he roughly ground his clit against theirs. You imagined him doing that to you . Would he do that? Would you let him do that? Would you let Miguel O’Hara pin you down, yank your legs open, slot his pussy against yours, and violently hump your clit until he was satisfied?
Yes, you thought without a moment’s hesitation, seeing your best friend in a new light. Yes, you would. Anytime Miguel wanted. If he woke up right now, you’d let him flip over your positions and use your pussy for his pleasure, wrapping his hand around your neck while he degraded you, thrusting his hips against yours as his clit forced you to cum. Shit, you’d let him fuck you into overstimulation, slapping his clit against yours until you begged for mercy, tears streaming down your face. The thought made you drench your panties, your hips slowly moving against the mattress.
But what if Miguel wanted you to take charge? You pondered the possibilities as you continued making out with his pussy. You gently moved Miguel’s legs so they rested over your shoulders, and you went to town, alternating between fucking his sopping hole with your tongue and sucking his clit harshly.
If he woke up right now, would he let you straddle his hips and tease him until he begged you to move your hips? Would tears run down his pretty face while he begged you to cum? You groaned into Miguel’s pussy, savoring the taste as your eyes rolled into the back of your head again. You wanted- no, needed your face to be covered with Miguel’s slick.
Miraculously, Miguel was still asleep, but his breathing was growing heavier and heavier. You genuinely didn’t care if he woke up at this point. You continued fucking your tongue in and out of his hole, moaning and groaning as the taste of him was ingrained into your mind. Your eyes fluttered shut, Miguel’s cunt overwhelming your senses. You still couldn’t believe it – he’d been hiding that beautiful cunt from you this whole time?
“Mmm,” you heard a moan above you. Your eyes snapped open, resting on Miguel’s face. Your roommate was still asleep, expression peaceful except for the furrow in his brow. You hummed against his clit, causing him to inhale sharply again.
“So good,” you mumbled lowly, your tongue running endless circles around his sensitive clit. His hips twitched inadvertently, and you chuckled softly as you kept his thighs pressed close to your ears. Your eyes fluttered shut once more as your mouth continued to make out with Miguel’s cunt, the noises getting louder as he got wetter and wetter.
“ Y/N ,” you heard him quietly sob, and you groaned loudly. He called your name . Your grip on Miguel’s legs tightened as you trapped his clit between your lips again, sucking hard while flicking your tongue simultaneously. Your hips ground against the mattress harder, causing the pool of arousal in your gut to expand. “ Y/N, ” he groaned again, causing you to suck his clit harder. How wasn’t he awake yet?
Cum, you thought to yourself. Fucking cum in my mouth, Miguel.
As if he heard your thoughts, Miguel’s hips twitched harder against your head, grinding against your face before abruptly stilling. His eyes snapped open at the same time you felt hot liquid rush into your mouth. He immediately bent down to look at you, feasting on his pussy, eyes wide with shock as his mouth opened in a silent scream.
“Wha- what the fuck- oh! ” Miguel protested before his head fell back on his pillow. His hips continued grinding against your face as you continued, smirking into his pussy as you continued licking and sucking at the sensitive skin. “What the fuck are you-” He cut himself off with a loud moan again.
You didn’t answer him as he bent down to make eye contact again, letting your lips and tongue do the talking. You dug your nails into his thighs, ensuring he wouldn’t move. His hips jerked upwards and your gaze grew heavy. “Y/N, fuck , I-”
You hummed into his pussy questioningly, and the vibrations immediately made his hips shake harder. His fingers found their way into your hair, and you gasped as you felt him pull at the strands. You continued humming into his skin, determined to pull more noises from him.
“This is wrong, this is wrong,” Miguel pleaded, although his hips grinding frantically against your face said otherwise. You quirked a brow at him, and the way he moaned told you that he knew what you were thinking. “ God , we’re just- we’re just friends- unh, roommates- I’m so sensitive- ah! ”
“Shut up,” you broke away momentarily to speak, your voice raspy. “Shut the fuck up and let me eat this pussy.”
“Oh!” he cried out loudly as he tugged at your hair. “I- I just came, oh god, fuck, Y/N! ”
Now that Miguel was awake, you were free to roughly pull him closer, fucking your tongue into his sopping hole again. He let out a loud moan at that, making you grin in satisfaction. He continued thrusting his hips against your face.
“Why does it feel so good?” he sobbed loudly, not caring to muffle himself. His hand was still tangled in your hair, but the other teased his nipples – the same nipples you were sucking earlier. You waited until he made eye contact with you again before groaning loudly, the vibrations making him jump once more. “I- I was asleep, I was asleep- ah!” He continued sobbing, shaking his head and avoiding eye contact with you. His free hand was still harshly tugging his nipples. “Y/N, I was fucking asleep, and you made me cum, fuck, why does your mouth feel so fucking good?”
You pulled away, chuckling as he let out a soft sound of protest. “It’s your fault, really,” you pouted, using two fingers to swipe at his clit. “You were hiding this pussy from me this whole time?” You paused, swiping your fingers faster. When Miguel tried moving away, you pinned him down, determined to not give him the mercy he desperately craved. “To be honest, I was planning to end this night with my pussy molded to the shape of your cock, but this ? This is even better.”
“I was asleep ,” he continued, biting his lip to stifle his whimpers. You tutted before latching your mouth around his clit again, rolling the bud between your tongue. “I- fuckfuckfuck, you’re gonna make me cum- Y/N!” He shook his head violently. “No, this is wrong, you’re my best friend, stop, stop, stop -”
You pulled back abruptly, breathing heavily as you watched a string of saliva connect your lips to Miguel’s pussy. You tilted your head at him, massaging his shaking thighs. Miguel’s eyes were trained on you, watching the saliva string break and land between your breasts. He gulped.
“Tell me you want me to stop,” you said, still massaging his thighs gently. “Tell me, and I will.”
“I-” he whimpered, hips inadvertently searching for the friction he knew only your body could give.
“Do you want me to stop, Miguel?” You asked softly, although a smile was tugging at your lips. You already knew he wanted you to keep going. “Say the word, and we’ll never speak of this again. You can go back to sleep, I can get dressed, and we’ll wake up in the morning and pretend I can’t make you cum just with my mouth.”
He whimpered at that, and you could practically hear the gears turning in his head. You licked your lips and moved upward, moving your face closer to his. He slowly blinked at you, lips parted as if you were something straight out of a fever dream. You hummed in amusement as his gaze darted between your lips and your eyes.
“Tell me.”
Instead, Miguel responded by pulling your face closer to his, smashing your lips together. You let out a soft sound of surprise before melting into this kiss, your hands landing on his shoulders. He pulled the both of you so that he was laying back down on the bed, and you carefully balanced your weight on your knees. Despite still wearing your shorts, albeit drenched, you lowered your hips so that your pussy was right on top of his. You continued kissing Miguel as you ground your clothed cunt against Miguel’s naked one, causing the man underneath you to pant heavily.
“Please,” he mumbled in between kisses. You chuckled softly, kissing the corner of his mouth.
“Please what, baby?”
Miguel looked away from you bashfully, trying to meet your lips again before you pulled your head back, tutting.
“Gotta use your words. Tell me what you want.”
Miguel stared into your eyes for a moment, licking his lips, before finally speaking. “Y/N…”
“Hm?” You giggled when he hesitated.
“Please make me cum again.”
“With what?”
Miguel gulped loudly, gaze dropping to your shorts, and you grinned triumphantly. “I want to feel you.”
Like the little shit you were, you tilted your head questioningly. “How? Be specific.”
Miguel groaned, covering his face with his hands. You cooed, gently lowering his hands, stroking the back of one with your thumb. Your voice softened. “Tell me what you need, Miguel.”
“I want…” Miguel gulped again, eyes dark. “Your pussy… on mine.”
Your grin widened. “See, now that wasn’t so hard, was it?”
Miguel bit his lip, watching your face carefully as he slowly spread his legs again. His chest was heaving with how loudly he was panting, and the gleam in his eyes was desperate.
“Please…”
You chuckled as you sat up, swiftly removed your shorts and panties, and straddled one of his legs, your clit nearly touching his. “Yeah, that’s it, beg for me, you fucking slut.”
Immediately, you felt Miguel throb underneath you. The smile that tugged on your face was sadistic .
“Oh? You like when I call you a desperate fucking slut?” You taunted him as you rested your full weight on Miguel, your clit finally rubbing against his. His reaction was instantaneous - one of his hands rested on your hip while the other tugged at the bedsheets.
“Oh my god, Y/N- ”
You giggled as you experimentally swiveled your hips, delighting in Miguel’s eyes rolling to the back of his head. You slowly increased the pace, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room. Miguel’s jaw fell open, eyes wide as he watched the way your pussy abused his. No longer embarrassed, he let every whimper and moan echo through the room, hissing in pleasure as you threw your head back, the pleasure quickly overwhelming you. Now that your flushed skin was finally touching his, you could feel everything: the way his folds throbbed underneath you, how sporadically his clit twitched, and how he got wetter with every breath you took.
“You like that?” you whispered, watching your clit bully his, chuckling as you did so. “You have such a pretty pussy, Miguel. Still can’t believe you’ve been hiding it this whole time.”
“It was so hard to,” Miguel whimpered in response, resting his weight on his forearms so his face stayed close to yours. “Wanted to tell you so many times, didn’t know how you’d react…”
“What, you really thought I wouldn’t be delighted at the fact that my roommate, my best friend, has such a perfect cunt? You didn’t trust me?” you sighed, languidly slotting your folds against his. Miguel’s hips twitched non-stop, silently begging you to move faster. “I could’ve been fucking you for way longer. Could’ve been making you cum longer.”
Miguel panted, maintaining eye contact with you. “Didn’t know you felt- ngh- anything sexual toward me.”
“You don’t know the half of it,” you continued, gently guiding one of his hands to your chest, moaning quietly as his fingers immediately began squeezing and pinching at your breast. “You’re so fucking hot, Miguel. Can’t cum unless I’m looking at your face.”
“Wha- what?” Miguel stammered, and his shocked expression made you all the more delirious. He experimentally squeezed your breast harder, his cheeks flushing even more as he processed your words. “What do you mean?”
You chuckled at his disbelief. “You heard me right, baby. Can’t cum late at night unless I’m looking at your pretty face.”
Miguel bit his lip, panting even harder as his hips started meeting yours, no doubt searching for more friction. “You… masturbate in bed while I’m sleeping? Fuck. To me?”
“Your fault again,” you sighed, moaning as the sound of skin slapping skin got faster. “Just got too busy with work, so I just- mmm! Fingered myself whenever I was really horny. Always, oh, had to make sure you were asleep. But then you moaned in your sleep one night- fuck, so good, and I came because of that.”
“Oh, fuck, ” Miguel’s gaze grew heavy, his face slowly moving closer to yours as you kept speaking. “God, please, please, please keep talking.”
You chuckled breathlessly. “It’s messed with my brain since that night, I-” You moaned wantonly as Miguel started grinding his hips harder against yours. “God, your fucking cunt. I couldn’t cum anymore after that… that night unless I was looking at your face.”
Miguel whimpered in response. “H- oh, right there, fuck, how long ago was this?”
“About a month ago,” You replied, licking your lips. He thought for a minute.
“Well, while we’re here, I have something to confess too,” he said in between labored breaths.
“Yeah?” You gently pushed Miguel so his back hit the bed, and readjusted your positions so that you were mounting him, resting your weight on your forearms. Miguel, unsure what to do with his hands, rested them on your hips, guiding your movements as you slowly began to move faster.
“Yeah,” he replied, before whimpering, his gaze trained on your lips. You licked your lips again in response. “You’re not the only- my god, Y/N, fuck! Only one that’s been masturbating in this bed late at night. Fuck. ”
You narrowed your eyes in amusement. “Oh yeah?”
“Mhm,” Miguel said, nodding frantically, panting heavily. “When you’re- mmm, asleep and it’s been a rough day, I like to- oh, fuck! ” His train of thought was interrupted as you angled your hips a certain way. Immediately, you could feel Miguel’s strong fingers grip your hips tighter as he pulled you against him, essentially guiding your movements.
“Stay with me, Miguel,” you nearly begged, wanting to hear what he had to say. You gently slapped his face, and that was enough for his gaze to focus on you again. “Tell me,” you demanded.
“ Hah, ” Miguel sobbed as you moved faster against him. “God, please, your pussy feels so good, Y/N, oh god.” He gulped loudly as he realized you were still waiting for an answer. “Sometimes, I like to, ngh, finger myself when I feel horny.”
“Who do you think about?” You immediately responded, biting your lip as you felt your orgasm approaching. “Who do you think about when you- god, fuck yourself with your fingers late at night?”
“You,” was Miguel’s automatic answer, as if there was no other answer to that question. “Always you.”
You moaned at that. “Fucking slut,” you hissed, smiling when Miguel’s hips suddenly bucked up against yours. “Tell me what happens in that pretty little head of yours, mmm, when you’re thinking of me.”
“I…” Miguel stammered. “You’re usually on top of me- oh! You’re on top and…” Miguel momentarily broke his concentration before bouncing back. “God, I imagine you grinding your clit so fucking hard against mine, and you d- Y/N, oh, fuck, you don’t stop even after I cum. Fuck, I want that so bad. Want you to use me.”
“Yeah?” You chuckled, pausing to kiss Miguel. “Want me to abuse that dirty cunt until I’m satisfied? Want me to just tie you up and take you whenever I want? Fuck, I can just imagine that. I can just come home from Alchemax, spread your legs- fuck, your cunt’s driving me crazy, fuck! Spread your legs and hump your clit until I’m satisfied.”
“God, pleasepleaseplease keep talking, I’m so close,” Miguel begged, tears pricking at his eyes. You cooed meanly, wiping at them with your thumb.
“You like knowing what I want to do with you, huh? God, still can’t believe you never told me you had a pussy. Could’ve been fucking you since college- Miguel! ” You whimpered, on the precipice of your orgasm.
As if he memorized your body’s cues already, Miguel started thrusting his hips against yours faster. “Y/N, you’re gonna make me fucking cum.”
“I know, baby,” You panted, the sound of your cunt slapping against his driving you crazy. “Fuck, could’ve been the one making you cum instead of those girls you’d bring back to your dorm in college, oh- god, I- mmm! Did you let them use you like this? Huh? Did you spread your legs for every girl that showed in- fuck, fuck, fuck, interest in you? Bet you were so fucking easy . You let them hump your clit until they squirted all over you?”
“Not easy,” Miguel slurred in protest, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. “Not a slut.”
“Oh, but baby, you are ,” You pouted, grinding your hips harder. You moaned as you felt your wetness mix with his, his stiff clit nearly making you sob with how deliciously it rubbed against yours. “You are easy, otherwise you wouldn’t be letting little ol’ me, your best friend , use you like this. Humping your pretty pussy and making you cum.”
“Fuck, fuck, please -”
“The next time you feel horny, you wake me up or you use me, you understand?” You groaned. “I’ll take care of you.”
“Oh, fuck, Y/N, yes , unh! ” Miguel sobbed, barely registering what you were saying. Tears spilled out of his eyes rapidly, and the sight of him crying made your gut twist in the most pleasurable way. “Please, I’m gonna fucking cum. Can I cum, baby? Please, need it so bad. Wa- wanna cum for you, please let me cum, baby,” he babbled.
“You’re mine, Miguel, got it?” You demanded, about to tip over as well. “Say this pussy belongs to me and I’ll let you cum as many times as you want.”
“Yours!” He immediately choked out. “My pussy is yours, it belongs to you, god, please let me cum, oh god, oh god! Use me, use me, use me, fucking use me- Y/N- ”
“Cum for me, Miguel,” you said gently, brushing his sweaty bangs out of his eyes. “Cum for me and me only .”
“FUCK!” Miguel shouted as tears kept pouring out of his eyes, his hips frantically thrusting against yours before abruptly stilling, his clit twitching nonstop. He sobbed as hot rushes of liquid squirted out of his pussy and onto you. Hypnotized by the sight of Miguel cumming beneath you, you let out a yell before orgasming as well, punctuating your high with a few more brutal thrusts. Colors exploded behind your eyelids as your senses focused on your conjoined pussies. Miguel’s hips were shaking as you squirted on him, thrusting harshly as you rode out your explosive orgasm. You sobbed as you brutally ground your hips against his, your twitching clit slamming and abusing his.
“That’s it baby, cum for me,” you panted as Miguel kept on shaking beneath you. He whimpered as he watched you ride him, before blinking rapidly. With a sudden (and surprising) amount of strength, he flipped over your positions. You yelped in surprise as Miguel pinned you against the mattress, and when you met his eyes, all you could see was desperation.
“Fuck, I-” Miguel cursed, immediately slotting his pussy against yours again. You whimpered, still overstimulated from your last orgasm, but you spread your legs wider, wanting to see what he’d do. “Y/N, I need, god, fuck, I need-”
“Take it, Miguel,” you moaned, hoisting yourself up on your forearms. “Be a good boy and make yourself cum for me again.”
“God,” Miguel sobbed as he began picking up the pace, as if making up for the fact that you did most of the work for his previous orgasm. You were teetering on the edge between pleasure and pain, but seeing Miguel lose himself in your pussy made it worth it. “Wanna make you feel good, Mamí, so good.”
You chuckled, cupping Miguel’s face with one of your hands. “And you are, baby. You’re making me feel so, so good.”
Miguel let out a guttural moan before grinding harder against you, his clit pulsing frighteningly quickly against yours. He leaned forward, resting his weight on his forearms like you did when you were on top, before letting his head fall to your shoulder. Your hand snaked to the back of Miguel’s head, stroking his hair so gently that it was a laughable contrast to how animalistically he was humping your pussy.
“I imagined this, you know,” you whispered in Miguel’s ear, causing his breath to hitch. “Earlier when I was eating you out.”
“What?”
You smiled. “I wondered if you would do this, oh, right there, if you would force my legs open and hump my clit until you were satisfied.” You gave him a gentle kiss on his earlobe. “I didn’t know how right I was. I quite like you throwing me around and using me to get off.”
“Fuck,” Miguel hissed, panting as his hips jerked and stilled momentarily. You tutted in response.
“Ah, that wasn’t an invitation for you to stop now,” you pouted, still stroking his hair. “Don’t you want to make me feel good, baby?”
“Uh huh, uh huh,” Miguel whimpered, before picking up the pace again. “Wanna feel you cum on me, Mamí.”
“Good boy,” you praised, kissing him gently on his temple. “Take what you need, baby.”
“ God , this pussy,” Miguel sobbed against your shoulder. “So wet, so fucking wet.”
You felt your face heat up a bit at the statement. “Only for you, baby,” you swallowed. “Take it, Miguel, come on.”
“Mmm!” he moaned as he ground harder against your cunt, panting as he felt your throbbing clit beg for more. “Mamí, Mamí .”
“Take it!” You demanded, feeling lightheaded from the pleasure. Immediately, his pace quickened – something you didn’t think possible – and Miguel moaned loudly. “Take it, baby, it’s yours, it’s yours .”
You were nearly sobbing at this point, the pleasure of your impending orgasm overwhelming you, when you still had yet to recover from the previous one. You rutted up against Miguel, your hips moving erratically as your body searched for more friction. Miguel was panting, hot breaths making your flushed skin damp. His desperation made your clit pulse quicker under him, and you moved your fingers a bit faster within his hair. In your pleasured daze, you barely noticed Miguel tilting his head up, his teeth moving to meet the sensitive flesh of your neck. You moaned loudly, your fingers now tugging at Miguel’s hair harshly as he began sucking and biting at your neck.
“Mmm,” you breathed, tilting your head to give him better access to your neck. He immediately moved, biting at the juncture between your neck and shoulder. You mewled, rutting harder against Miguel’s body. “Don’t stop, baby, don’t stop,” you heard yourself pleading. “Good boy, gonna make me cum.”
Miguel’s moans, although muffled by your neck, grew louder and louder, and you knew Miguel was about to tip over. You licked your lips, determined to coax Miguel to make a mess all over you again.
“Come on, baby,” you cooed, to which Miguel bit your skin a bit harder. “ Ah , doing so well, don’t you wanna cum for Mamí? Wanna feel you make a mess all over me.”
“Pleasepleaseplease,” Miguel immediately gasped out. “Keep talking, keep talking, oh-”
You chuckled, tugging his hair harder at the same time he licked your skin. You knew that by the time this was over, you would be thoroughly marked. “Need you to cum for me, Miguel. Want you to mark me with your cum, please . Been dreaming of this for so long. Cum for me, baby. Make me yours .”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck !” Miguel wailed, punctuating each expletive with a harsh thrust. On the final thrust, he stilled, biting your neck harshly at the same time. He convulsed on top of you, tears dropping onto your skin as Miguel’s thrusts turned aborted, grinding his clit against you with short, brutal thrusts. A mix of sobs, your name, and Spanish fell from his mouth as hot liquid rushed out of his pussy, drenching your own. At the feeling of Miguel’s cunt pulsing as he came, you came too, mouth open in a silent scream as you rutted against Miguel’s body. You spasmed wildly as you fell back onto the bed, clawing at Miguel’s back as the pleasure overtook you, white exploding behind your eyelids and your ears ringing.
“ Miguel, Miguel, Miguel ,” you heard yourself panting, still in your post-orgasmic daze. You were still riding your high out, languidly thrusting your hips upwards against his. Your vision slowly cleared, and as you blinked, you saw that Miguel had moved, his eyes meeting yours again. Sweat was dripping down his forehead, and you instinctively pushed the sweaty strands out of his face. He smiled once he saw your gaze was focused.
“Hi,” he whispered.
You snorted in response, letting out a “Holy fuck.” You blinked, licking your lips. You certainly didn’t want… this to end yet, so you cleared your throat. “So…”
“Oh, I’m not done with you just yet,” Miguel chuckled, kissing his way down your body slowly. Your clit throbbed as his lips left gentle kisses from your neck to your chest, down to your mound. You moaned softly when Miguel kissed your clit gently, placing his hands on your thighs. You gasped, hips twitching. “Is this okay?”
“I let you hump me like an animal after I woke you up by eating you out,” you huffed, “Anything’s fair game.”
“I need words, Y/N,” Miguel replied firmly, and holy shit if his tone didn’t make you gush.
Your face heated up as you replied, “Yes, it’s okay.” The corner of Miguel’s mouth pulled into a half-smile, and you knew that the tables had been turned.
“Good girl,” was all he said before taking your clit in his mouth and sucking harshly . You nearly screamed, your back arching as pleasure shot through you.
After what seemed like hours later, Miguel finally flopped back onto the bed, breathless. You watched him, equally breathless as you admired the sight in front of you. You reached out to gently trace the many bite marks, hickeys, and bruises you left all over his body. He hissed when your thumb traced over a particularly sensitive bruise on his thigh.
“Sorry,” you quickly whispered, retracting your hand. He grunted in response, turning to face you. He didn’t say anything at first, silently tracing the curves of your body. Although a bit awkward, you let yourself bask in the quiet, your eyelids fluttering shut. You were thoroughly exhausted, with the marks Miguel left on you being the evidence.
“Hey, Y/N.”
“Hm?” You opened your eyes, gulping silently when you saw the predatory gaze in Miguel’s eyes.
“The next time you wanna suck my nipples, all you gotta do is ask.”
Your face paled as your eyebrows shot up. “You were awake?”
“With your loud ass music while you were doing your nighttime routine? How could I not be?”
“Oh my god,” you covered your face with embarrassment. Miguel chuckled, lowering your hands.
“Don’t worry, it was hot. Like… really hot.” He paused. “And I definitely wouldn’t mind if you did it again.”
“My god,” you repeated, unsure of how to move forward. Luckily for you, Miguel spoke again.
“One more round?”
You chuckled, although you couldn’t ignore the way you throbbed at the question. “Not right now, big guy. I’m exhausted. Aren’t you?”
With a quiet huff, Miguel moved so he was on top of you. “Your fault,” he chuckled, echoing your words from earlier. “Think you just made me insatiable.”
You rolled your eyes, even though deep down, you knew you would never refuse him. “Prove it.”
And, oh , did he prove it.