[⚠︎] ▼ 𝙵𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚑 𝙱𝚒𝚝𝚎 ▲ Miguel O'Hara x Reader▼ 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝟷/ 𝟸

▸ TWELVE ◂

SPICY CONTENT AHEAD!! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

The celebration had drawn to a close, the joyous buzz fading into the warm hum of the evening as you waved goodbye to the last of the guests. Miguel stood nearby, engrossed in a conversation with Peter, while you sank into the plush seats of the limousine. Stretching out with a sigh, you felt the ache in your limbs—a reminder of the day's excitement.

"I'm serious, Peter," Miguel said firmly, raising a finger for emphasis. "No interruptions for at least a week. Unless it's an absolute emergency." His tone left no room for negotiation. "I want to enjoy my honeymoon for once, unlike every other 'vacation' I've ever had."

Peter chuckled, clapping a hand on Miguel's shoulder as he playfully nudged him toward the car. "Don't worry about a thing, Miguel. I've got it handled. You just focus on being a newlywed!"

As the car door shut with a soft click, Miguel rolled the window down, his sharp gaze flicking to Peter one last time. 

"Jess," he called, beckoning her over. She stepped forward, arms crossed, clearly ready for whatever task Miguel was about to delegate.

"Make sure he and Hobie don't do anything stupid," Miguel instructed, shooting Peter a pointed glare. "I'm trusting you to keep things running while I'm gone."

Jess sighed but gave a small nod. "You've got it." She grabbed Peter by the arm, already dragging him away.

Miguel hesitated for a moment, then cleared his throat awkwardly. "Oh, and... thanks. For everything, you two."

Peter and Jess both paused, surprise flickering across their faces before their expressions softened into warm smiles. 

"Of course, Miguel," Jess said, her voice unusually gentle.

Miguel rolled the window back up and let out a quiet breath, his gaze settling on you. You had rolled onto your stomach, your arms tucked beneath your head as a pillow, a lazy smile on your lips.

"This has been the best day of my life," you murmured, your voice a mix of contentment and exhaustion.

Miguel's lips curved into a small, knowing smirk as he leaned back, his eyes briefly shutting in relief. Then, with a soft chuckle, he reached over and gently placed your feet in his lap.

"You've earned your well-deserved rest," he said, undoing the straps of your intricate shoes and slipping them off. His large hands found your aching heels, kneading the tension away with practiced ease.

You melted into the seat with a sigh, the ache in your feet slowly dissolving under his touch. "Mmm, that feels amazing," you murmured, your eyes fluttering shut. "Thank you, Miguel. My whole body aches..."

Miguel worked in silence for a moment, his touch deliberate and soothing, before his hands stilled. Without warning, he shifted, rolling you gently onto your back and leaning over you, his forearms bracketing your head.

You blinked up at him, your breath catching as his gaze locked onto yours, warm and intense.

"I could help with that . . ." He whispers into your ear, placing soft kisses nearby.

"Miguel..." You giggle with a big smile on your face, caressing the back of his neck.

Miguel's kisses get lower, and he begins to nip at your skin. As his lips trail across your collarbone, your back arches and your sighs get louder. Your sounds fuel his arousal, to which he begins to grind against you. You open your legs for better access, causing him to become more deliberate and rough. His breathing quickens with the friction of your lower regions. You feel his mouth focus on one spot above your collarbone. His licking, sucking, and biting intensify your moans.