Miguel X Reader Novels & Stories

That, gets her to scurry out faster than I'd ever seen move since we met, and though I'm grateful for his intervention, I can't help but say, "I am not your property." He pouts and tilts his head. "Are you sure? Because I think if I ask Scar nicely, she'll let me ride you once in a while. When she's tired of your big cock, of course." Irritation and disgust fill me, but at the same time, I can't help feeling glad that he's here. Miguel is a menace to society and the world at large but he's the only one that doesn't seem to be affected by the changes going on, and the familiarity I feel with him makes me feel calmer. "Stop being such a whore."

Then death came ruining it all. Miguel came into my life and I fell in love, I loved him so much and he loved me too. I thought I already found myself a man that met the standards of every fictional character I have read about. He was a total green flag that I didn’t need to be colour blind, then he disappeared and I couldn’t reach him not until the day I saw him in Diego’s mansion, he’s dead now.

Miguel had just kissed her in front of Tasya! "I- I'm good," Lara stuttered, her eyes on Tasya, who was grinning behind Miguel. Tasya had already managed to regain her composure. "Um, I have a visitor. This is Anastacia, Migo. She's my best friend. Tash, meet Miguel Villareal," she introduced, her jaw almost dropping when Miguel didn't even glance at Tasya.

Miguel said, carefully closing the pocket blue Gideon book. “You did have to do that, I mean, I preferred to be scolded than to lie at all.” He moved a little space where I could sit. “Why don’t sit here?” he asked. I sat beside. I could smell the fragrance he put on, bringing me closer to his soul. I admired Miguel not just because he came from a religious family but because of his kindness, his smile, his eyes so gentle, and his wonderful character. “Are you okay, Eliana?” he giggled.

Placing a wet kiss on my lips, Kira walked away, concentrating on fighting off the punching bag. The sight of every part of her body moving rhythmically to each limb she lifts. Had something's in me churn In pleasure. Making a move towards her, loud footsteps raced down the gym. All of my intentions flew out the door when my eyes met with Miguel's. “There is an important call for you, Xander!” Miguel announced winded.

Bleeding him out. His fingers tapped lazily against the armrest. “Time’s running out,” he murmured to himself. A shaky breath drew his attention to the side of the room. Miguel. The boy stood stiffly, small fists clenched so tight his knuckles turned white. His whole body trembled, but his jaw was locked. His dark eyes—so much like Selena’s—stared at the screens, watching the destruction unfold. Xavier smirked, amused. “Looks like you’re just like your father,” he mused, taking a slow sip of his drink.

Lucas and Houston occupied the seats directly in front of us. “Seen who?” I asked. “The new guy,” she said, like I should’ve already known. I frowned. “What new guy?” She leaned in slightly, lowering her voice just enough to sound conspiratorial. “The transfer student. I think his name is… Alexander?” Her voice sounded uncharacteristically excited. In all my life, I’d never heard Elsa sound so excited over anything. Except maybe BTS. And her mystery novels. Lucas turned around in his seat. “Wait, are we talking about the new guy?” he asked.

The evening air was cool, a welcome relief from the tension of the past few days. I heard footsteps behind me. It was Miguel. He looked worn out, the weight of whatever he’d been doing all day slouched into his shoulders, but as he approached, his eyes fell on the cover of my book. “No Longer Human?” he asked, trying very hard to mask his excitement during this curious engagement. I wasn't startled. Slowly lowering the book, I kept my thumb against the spine to hold my place, looking up at him. “You look surprised,” I said. “Did you think my reading list was strictly limited to theological texts?”

I couldn’t tell them though. I turned to Miguel. “How were classes today, baby? Did you eat anything yet?” He gave a small shrug. “Boring. I fell asleep during my last class, actually, and then had a dream.” “What kind of dream?” I asked, rubbing his back. He hesitated. “You were covered in blood and walking toward me.” His voice was soft. “You were smiling creepily.” A cold shiver ran down my spine. “It was just a crazy dream,” I said quickly. “You know I’m right here.”

I cross my arms over my breasts, hiding myself. - I am scared... — You should have — Miguel moves my hands away so he can see me. — I know what it's like between the legs. It's small and narrow. I'm going to hurt you,” he says softly. — I'm going to hurt you and you're going to like it, Kim. — Miguel — my eyes fill with tears of emotion. — Don't beg. Not yet. Once I'm fully inside you then you can beg as much as you want. Not now.