Would you have ever thought you would meet someone that could extend their nails into razor-sharp claws? No.
Did you have any complaints about that person being your boyfriend? Also no.
Did you ever think you would one day be in a situation where your boyfriend would be using said razor-sharp claws to tear your clothing apart? Never in a million fucking years, but damn were you happy to be here.
"That was my favourite top, you dick." You snarked, even though your smile gave away that you were enjoying this whole scene. He wasn't being careful about it either, shredding the fabric as if it personally offended him. Knowing Miguel, it probably did.
He would never forcefully dictate how you dressed, but he wasn't shy about making it known that he would rather you not wear skirts that only barely covered your ass or v-necks that dipped a bit too low.
Such clothes were exactly what you had chosen to wear for your date that night and while Miguel wasn't thrilled about it, he was still just a man. His eyes had been glued to your form since the moment he saw your outfit choice, and you could tell his mind had been running rampant the entire night. He'd practically thrown you onto the bed the moment you returned to your apartment.
And in as much as Miguel's eyes had greedily drank in the sight of you all night, he was probably glad tostop you from being able to wear the outfit out in public again.
"I'll buy you a new top." He grumbled.
"No thanks. I don't want to wear turtlenecks in the summer." You teased, lifting your hips so he could get rid of your panties. Of course, he opted to not tear those off since he was the only one who ever saw you in them. Not to mention, that black lacey pair happened to be his favourite.
You felt a shiver run down your spine, goosebumps rising as his clawed fingertips slowly ran down your torso and thighs. The sharp points were just barely touching your skin, giving the illusion of pain, but never actually following through.
Miguel's eyes never left your face, watching for every little shift of emotion. He knew you could handle some pain— wanted it, even— but he still didn't want to push it too far.
"Do it, Miguel. Don't tease." You urged, hooking your legs around his waist to try and pull him closer. Your boyfriend leaned down to press a kiss to your collarbone.
"Are you sure?" He asked, the sharp points of his nails digging into the skin of your thighs. Your breath hitched, but you still nodded your head.
It was far from your first time making use of Miguel's claws for unorthodox reasons, but he always made sure it was what you wanted, even though you had practically begged him to do it the first time.
"Positive. Do your worst, O'Hara."
"Okay." Miguel pressed another kiss to your jaw before leaning back again, spreading your legs open.
There was no hesitation once he got your verbal confirmation, sharp claws easily piercing through the skin of your thighs.
"Fuck..." You hissed, eyes fluttering shut. There was something about the sharp pain of his claws sinking into you that turned you on like nothing else.
His gaze was fixed between your legs, watching as blood beaded to the surface. Miguel's other hand gripped your hip, keeping you steady as he leaned down and swiped his tongue over the fresh wounds.
"Ahh..." You sighed, relaxing into the mattress as you carded your fingers into his hair. The stinging pain of the puncture marks only added to the pleasure that was starting to build.
His tongue licked a path up your inner thigh, following the trail of blood as his hands pushed your thighs further apart.
The sight of your boyfriend eagerly lapping up the blood he drew would have probably disturbed someone else, but you could only feel a rush of arousal at the sight.
Miguel's eyes flickered up to meet yours for a moment, pupils blown wide with desire before he shifted his focus to your core.
"Shit." You gasped, back arching off the bed when his tongue finally came in contact with your clit.
With a steady grip on your hips, Miguel set a slow pace. The tip of his tongue circled your clit in a torturously light touch, barely putting any pressure on the sensitive nub.
"You're such a fucking tease." You groaned, tightening your grip in his hair. Miguel didn't say anything in response, but his actions spoke louder than words.
The teasing strokes of his tongue were replaced with the warmth of his mouth. His lips wrapped around your clit and gave a gentle suck, making your breath catch in your throat.
He alternated between sucking and licking, keeping the attention on your clit without ever giving enough to send you over the edge.
"Fuck, Miguel, please. Don't be an asshole." You moaned, trying to lift your hips off the bed and gain more friction, but he was stronger than you. The grip on your hips tightened, claws digging into your flesh as he kept you still.
Miguel gave your clit one last lick before moving lower, slipping his tongue into you.
You gasped at the feeling of his tongue thrusting into you, your body shaking. One of his hands finally left your hips and found its way between your legs, thumb taking over where his tongue had been a moment ago.
"F-fuck, baby." You whimpered, legs trembling. His tongue was working you open, his thumb circling your clit.
You were squirming underneath him, fingers tugging at his hair. Every muscle in your body was pulled taught, ready to snap at any moment.
And then he pulled away.
"Miguel!" You exclaimed, glaring at him.
"Relax, amor." He chuckled, pressing a kiss to the inside of your thigh, right next to one of scratches he'd left there. "I want you to come on my cock, not my tongue."
You huffed, but couldn't deny that the idea of him filling you up was even more appealing than his tongue.
"Then hurry up and fuck me."
Miguel let out a groan and reached down to free himself from his pants.
"So needy." He teased, his hand wrapping around the base of his cock. You watched with hooded eyes as he gave himself a few strokes, smearing pre-cum down his length.
He lifted your hips and pressed the head of his cock to your entrance, but paused there.
"How badly do you want it, mi amor?"
"Miguel, so help me God, if you don't-" Your threat was cut off by a moan as he entered you in one fluid motion, his hips snapping against yours.
"You were saying?" Miguel smirked, pressing his thumb against your bottom lip.
You opened your mouth, but all that came out was a moan.
Miguel didn't let up, pulling almost completely out before pushing back into you.
"Look at you." He groaned, leaning down to brush his lips against yours. "All fucked out and I've barely started."
Your brain was too foggy to come up with a clever comeback, instead opting to wrap your legs around his waist and pull him closer.
He chuckled and nipped at your earlobe, his hips moving faster.
"So beautiful, amor. I'm a lucky man." He murmured, his teeth sinking into your shoulder.
Something between a gasp and a choked sob left your lips, the pain mixing with pleasure in a way that made your body burn.
Your muscles were wound tight, every nerve in your body on fire as you approached the edge.
"Miguel..." You whined.
"I know." He grunted, reaching between your bodies to circle his thumb over your clit.
The extra stimulation was enough to tip you over the edge. The coil inside of you snapped and your back arched off the bed, eyes screwing shut as you came with a cry of his name.
Miguel's movements didn't falter, chasing his own release. You were barely registering the noises spilling from your mouth anymore, only able to focus on the way his cock filled you up.
"Fuck." He gasped, burying his face in the crook of your neck. His hips stuttered against yours, warmth spreading inside of you as he came.
He slumped on top of you, arms wrapping around your waist. You sighed, tangling your fingers into his hair.
Miguel mumbled something you couldn't understand,his lips pressed to the column of your throat.
"Hm?" You asked, turning your head towards him. You could hardly hear with the blood rushing in your ears and the sound of your laboured breaths.
He lifted his head to look at you, something you wouldn't dare call a pout on his lips.
"Quit wearing shit like that in public."
"Why? You clearly liked it." You smiled, lifting your hand to card your fingers through his hair. "Youcouldn't even keep your hands off me."
Miguel rolled his eyes, laying his head back down on your chest.
"Just because I love the view, doesn't mean I have to be happy about everyone else getting to see it." he grumbled.
You laughed, unbelievably amused bythis side of Miguel. He was the jealous type, you'd known that from the start, but sulky, pouty jealous Miguel was a lot more adorable than you could have imagined.
"Don't laugh." He huffed, pinching the soft flesh of your waist.
"You're so cute."
"You think the guy with claws and fangs is cute?" He asked with a frown, raising his head to meet your eyes.
"Yes. Just because you have sharp edges, doesn't mean you're not cute." You smiled, cupping his cheek.
He looked like he was going to protest for a moment, but seemed to think better of it and just sighed.
"Whatever."
"Okay, okay," you relented with a grin, "How about this: I'll only wear stuff like that when I'm out with you so everyone knows who I'm going home with."
Miguel seemed pleased by the compromise, making a non-committal sound as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, his arms tightening around your waist.
"Deal."