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

▸ TWELVE ◂

SPICY CONTENT AHEAD!! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

Due to KOSA I'd like to warn any minors reading this fic that it is discouraged for minors to interact with any explicit content, so please skip this chapt! <3

Miguel steps out of the shower to find you watching TV, twiddling with the new necklace around your neck. Satisfied with the view, he lays down behind you and pulls a blanket over the two of you.

"We are not sleeping on the couch." You scoff, pulling the blanket off of you.

He groans, "I'm too tired to move."

You smile with a huff, laying down with him. He watches you get comfy before pulling your waist flush against him. It was a large couch, but Miguel was a large person. After the two of you get comfortable, or at least try to on such a crowded couch, Miguel buries his face into your hair.

"So . . . What was the good news?" He mumbles into your head.

You hum with a smile, nuzzling your face into his neck, "A baby is on the way."

His body freezes, "Who's baby?"

"Not ours, but Jessica." You snort.

You and Miguel have not been that intimate, yet, although he was worried you'd have gotten pregnant somehow else.

"Aw, that is good news. I'll have to bring her a cookie or something tomorrow." He smiles into your hair.

You sigh, "Oh, I hope I become the Godmother . . . How I dream of motherhood. I think I want two girls."

Miguel said nothing for a moment, before he rolled on top of you, pinning your head between his elbows.

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

"Miguel . . ." You moan 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 he trails across your collarbones, your back arches and your sighs get louder. Your sounds fueled his arousal, to which he began to grind onto you. You open your legs for better access, and his movements get deep and rough. 

At this point, you're beginning to let out low moans of pleasure. This causes him to become more impatient, and hard. 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 make your moans more intense.

"(Y/n) . . ." Miguel moans after finishing his mark on you. Your neck throbs and you feel the loss of heat of his mouth.

He connects your lips once more, trailing his hand up your shirt. You can feel his hardness grow even stronger as he rubs torturously slow against you. You bite his lip within the kiss, earning a moan from him. A wet tongue tries to enter your mouth, and you allow it. 

As you both battle over dominance with your tongues, you hook your leg around his hips, begging for more friction. He complies, basically dry-humping you. Your breathing gets stronger, and your whimpers and whines get louder.

"¡Carajo!" He loudly sighs, breaking the kiss, and practically rips off your shirt.

Your heart jumps in excitement, and you see Miguel stand to pull his shirt off himself. With no hesitation, Miguel unclips your bra and a small gasp leaves your lips when the cold air hits your exposed breasts. He leans back to get a larger view of you, a look of awe adorns his face.

Your first instinct is to cover them, but Miguel abruptly stops you, gently grasping your wrists and prying them apart. Your heartbeat quickens from the amount of power he has over you. His wide, broad shoulders cast a large shadow over your disheveled figure.