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squirting with Miguel ????????

if the question is "can miguel make you squirt?" the answer is yes.

if it's "does miguel try to make you squirt every time you're alone?" the answer is also yes, and that's why you're constantly passing out after your escapades.

short blurb (18+):

the first time it happened was one of the few times he was taking things slow. his thick cock nudged incessantly against your g-spot. he was angled in such a way that any movement would make you whine.

he loves watching himself disappear inside of you, how your slick pussy stretches to its limits just to take him. you writhe as he continues his slow pace, barely shifting his hips to take you to the edge.

regardless of the minimal movement, you could feel something building within you.

it's a pressure in your lower stomach, a tingle that almost makes you think you're going to piss yourself, but it feels so good, you can't stop it. you're literally dripping for him now, coating his cock in viscous lust until it spills onto the mattress below you.

"w-wait miguel," your hand presses against his firm chest, unsure if you want to continue on this path. "something is d-different..."

he can feel it to.

you're fluttering around him, sucking his cock in deeper yet pushing him away. your body can't seem to make its mind up, it's overwhelmed.

"let go, honey, i'm right here."

you're shaking. your back is violently arched as you cry out his name. your eyes roll and your muscles tense as the intense wave of ecstasy moves through you. it genuinely feels like an explosion, a feeling of total release, an escape.

miguel groans when he follows right behind you, pulsing and stuttering as he finishes inside of you. it takes you a moment to catch your breath before you can reopen your eyes.

"look, mi vida, you made a mess of me." he looks at you with a small grin, proud of his work that drips down his chest.

"miguel..." you're mortified. did you just pee on your boyfriend?

he pulls you closer, "god, that was so hot, baby."

"really?"

"yeah, let's do it again."

i used to have no boundaries and let people use me all the time. wish i could go back in time and punch myself with some self worth and self love.

If you see this this is your time to step out of the unhealthy feminine and live your best life

thoughts on the queen’s passing?

SHE WONT BE ABLE TO WATCH THE SEX LIVES OF COLLEGE GIRLS SEASON 2 😭

how come you always end up under my blanket?

"i don't wanna hurt her feeling by throwing all this on her at once. i love what we have going on but it's not as easy as you think." jack ran his fingers through his curls out of frustration.

"if you care for her so much how come you always end up under my blanket? you haven't been on good terms with her for months jack! you know how i feel about us and you still wanna settle for less." you said as you tried your best not to cry.

"y/n please let's just drop this for now and go back to how things were." he begged.

"jack please don't do this to me, you know you don't care for her so why are you holding back on me? all you have to do is leave her and we can go back to how things have always been. just you and me." he leaned into your touch and it gave you hope that your words would change his mind.

"please? i love you and just wanna be there for you all the time without being in fear of us getting caught." your voice shaked as tears pooled your eyes.

"y/n please don't cry because of me. i'll break up with her alright? your right about me always settling for less and it's something i have to work on." he pulled you into him and pressed a soft kiss to your cheek.

"lemme wipe those tears pretty girl." you removed your face from his neck and let him wipe away your tears.

"thank you." you croaked out and layed your head on his chest.

"you don't have to thank me mama. this was something i should've done a long time ago anyway." he said rubbing your back softly.

who wants to fuck me to asleep ahAha ☹️👍🏾

satoru craves love.

satoru craves you like crazy, and not in a sexual way.

“you’re so beautiful, my love.” satoru grins, love adorning his face. you were currently getting ready for a work party, satoru says he was too tired to go to and he didn’t wanna “show everyone up” so he decided to stay home. you smiled at your husband through the mirror, giggling at his compliment. after all these years, you still don’t know how to respond to the way satoru showers you with compliments.

“ugh, satoru!” you whine, flopping on the bed next to him. he looks at you with curious eyes. “i don’t wanna go.” you whine, reaching out for his slender yet warm hand. he intertwines his hand with yours and he smiles, bringing the back of your hand up to his puckered lips, giving your knuckles a kiss. “you’ll be fine, baby. you look amazing and i’m sure you’ll have a great time, yeah?” he coaxes you, fiddling with the hem of your dress. you sigh and scoot to the edge of the bed, your head hung low in exhaustion. “you’re right. i guess i’ll go.” you grumble, standing up and sliding into your kitten heels. satoru follows closely behind you as he watches you get ready to leave like all the times before.

“you always look so beautiful when you leave me. makes me feel a tad left out.” the ivory haired man teased, bringing you back into his body by the small of your back. you chuckle and shake your head, bringing a hand up to caress his face. “i’ll be back before you know it. we can even finish that episode of the good place if i’m back in time.” you smile, kissing his lips. you walk away from your husband and open the door, waving a with a little “see you later.” mixed in there.

this is when satoru realized, he was sad you were gone. he loves his wife, and he loves the way his wife makes him feel. satoru wouldn’t have it any other way.

babe i love the theme & aesthetic of your blog <3 it’s so pretty ! !

thank you pretty girl! your writing makes me feel all soft and mushy🥺🤍

Can you please write one shot with miguel who has his first time with reader and reader is a virgin??

Btw I really like your writing style!! <33

i’ve got butterflies.

first time

contents : 18+ smut virgin!reader; virgin!miguel; soft dom!miguel; pussy licking; kinda unedited; first time

your lips are molded to miguel’s. his hand slipped around your neck, drawing you closer, as his other drags down to the hem of your shirt, but that’s when you pull away, breathing hard as you look to the side, almost self consciously.

miguel’s brows furrow, grabbing your chin and bringing your head back to face him. “something wrong?” his tone is breathy from the amount of kisses you’ve given him. so now he’s wondering on your hesitation at his hand.

a hand that has begun to brush back and forth along your shirt, as you caught his gaze, looking bashful. his lips move close again, along with his body, tightening his hold on your shirt as he places open-mouthed kisses along your neck. “y/n?” he tries again against your skin.

“i just…” you drift off biting your lip. “i haven’t…”

miguel’s kisses have stopped and you’re scared you blew it. maybe he wouldn’t like you as a virgin? you meet his gaze as he draws back, eyeing you, opening and closing his mouth. “…haven’t?” he slowly asks.

you lick your lips. “at all.”

miguel breathed heavier and you don’t seem to catch the desperation in his eyes at the revelation, until his body is pushing you back, you being forced to lay on the bed, as miguel caged you in. “nothing at all?” he asks, a small grin forming. because he was ecstatic to hear no one else has gotten this chance.

how stupid people can be to not snatch you up. and now you were his. all his. now he was grinning as he captured your lips almost feverishly. “that’s so sweet…querida.” because now you’d be each others firsts.

“sweet?” your brows furrow, only making miguel smile against your lips.

“i’ll be your first….you’ll be mine…it’s sweet of you…not letting someone else have it.” his tongue is exploring your mouth as he presses his body atop of yours, your eyes fluttering closed. “yeah…so sweet of you…” his hand has moved between you two, unbuttoning your jeans with easy fingers, making your breathing hitch. his ears picked up on the sounds, showing him your tells.

“it’s alright, mi amor…I’ll be gentle…” he’s still breathless, from a mix of the excitement, as he places kisses down your body until he reached between your legs, widening them for him. you feel dazed as you stare at miguel, who’s now biting the edge of your pants, bringing the zipper down with his teeth as he holds your thighs.

“miguel—“

“shh…just stay like that…doing so good letting me touch you down here…” his hand lightly grazes over your jean-clad pussy. he raises your hips, removing your pants and panties rather quickly, his breath now right up close to your dripping pussy.

“look how pretty she is f’me…and it’s all f’me…” his tongue darts out in a long lick, tasting your arousal. your hips twitch at the foreign feeling, your head resting back.

but miguel’s hand slides up your body to pull your chin back as he continues to lap at your cunt. “you gotta see if i’m doing well…does it feel good, querida?…” then his finger is teasing your hole, as he hums, before sinking it in making you choke a small whimper.

“that’s it…doing so good f’me…my good girl…” his gaze is caught up in your clenching pussy as he slowly inserts a second finger. “i-it hurts.” you gulp out.

miguel looks at you, keeping his fingers inside you. “it’s okay…” then his eyes slightly glaze over. “means you’re gonna be so tight…hug my cock so well.”

“s-shit, miguel.” he had begun thrusting his fingers inside you, finding that pleasurable spot that made you squirm. then you felt him spit directly dribble down pussy. “just gotta make sure you’re ready…cause if my fingers hurt, cariño…” he drifts off, flicking your clit with his thumb experimentally.

and he wasn’t wrong to assume, because when he brought out his cock your eyes widened. and when he drew the head through your wetness you stuttered out “i-it won’t fit.”

“yeah it will, y/n, don’t worry…it’ll fit…” he groans as he brushes over your entrance. then he was pushing in, making you nearly cry out. “miguel…no…it…it’s too much.”

“i’m not even halfway in, querida…you can do it…you’re being so good f’me..” he pushes further in. and when he finally began to fuck you, your entire body was buzzing with a mix of pain and pleasure, slowly the pleasure rode out as you began to bounce down onto his cock, mewls and moans leaving your lips.

“fuck—that’s it…uh huh…that’s it…so good, so good—dios…” his thrusts picked up and as his hands glided up your shirt, feeling every part of you, he pushed your legs wider apart, completely ruining your pussy as he muttered praises to you. “my sweet girl…thanks for the gift, y/n…such a pretty present you are…” and that’s when miguel realised just how much he liked controlling your bodies sounds and movements.

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what if god said yes

what if you got quiet. what if you got so quiet and you curled up in a little ball in your bed with a stuffed animal or a blanket or a pillow and you said, “god, can we talk?” and because god is you and you are god you didn’t have to wait and you didn’t have to go anywhere at all and—“yes,” god said. and you said, “god, i want an apartment with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city.” “god, i want the boy with the kind eyes and tattoo-covered arms and exquisite taste in music.” “god, i want to feel alive again.” “god, i want to travel first-class to switzerland.” “god, i want a hound dog named finn.” and god said, “yes.” and you said, “but how can you make this happen?” and god said, “i can make anything happen.” and you said, “quickly?” and god said, “i love you. why would i not make this rapid?” and you said, “i can trust you?” and god said, “like your life depends on it.” and you said, “my life does depend on it.” and god said, “i know. i’ve got it now. you’re safe. let me take care of it.” and you hugged god. and god hugged you. and you hugged yourself. and you drifted off to sleep saying, “i have it. i’m safe. i have it. i’m safe. i have it. i’m—” and you woke in the morning and the world was new. because you knew it was done. because god said yes. and god never goes back on a yes unless you tell god “no.” and any time throughout the day you thought, “is anything happening?” god said, “it’s all happening.” and you said, “but i can’t see a thing.” and god said, “i am your eyes.” and you said, “but i don’t have to do anything?” and god said, “you did the only thing needed.” and you said, “but what about my thoughts and my state and acting as if?” and god said, “i love you.” and you knew what that meant. so instead of worrying or wondering or obsessing another second, you went to the bakery and bought a slice of chocolate cake and drove home and sat on your back deck and ate and ate and watched the sunset and celebrated.