Miguel O'Hara X Reader (Bottom Male Reader)

Punching Bag

"What?"
Miguel seemed confused by your statement.

"You could take your stress out on me. Whenever you need it, I'll let you beat the stress out.
You could feel yourself getting hot. What's gotten into you? Why would you say these things? Especially to Miguel of all people.

"So you'd be my very own personal punching bag?"
You're blushing like a clown now. That idea, being Miguel's very own punching bag, it was exciting. It was exhilarating. It felt intoxicating.

"Yes. I'll be anything you want at any time."

"Good. Well I'm gonna need it. These dumbasses keep losing track of their anomalies. Fucking idiots."

You're ecstatic. You didn't actually think he would go through with it.

"Ok. I'm ready when you are."
And with that, you're on the ground. He's on top you, beating you into the ground. With every punch that connects, you both grunt. His out of aggression, yours of pleasure. Eventually he tires out. He gets up and looks down on you.

"Hey, maybe we should take a break. You look like you need it."
You had a busted lip and a bloody nose. Drops fall down from your nose and hit the pants of your suit. Miguel watched each drop fall.

He snickers, "Oh. I guess you really did like that, huh?"
You sit there confused. What made him say that? His eyes seam to be fixated on something around your pants. Was it the pool of blood beneath you? You follow his eyes. You realize he wasn't focused on what was on your suit, he was focused on what was inside. After all that beating, you got... excited.

You stand up whilst wobbling back and forth. He got you good. You can feel every single bruise he gave you. You're embarrassed. Sure, you knew that you liked it but you didn't think you'd actually get hard.

"I'm sorry I-"
You stumble over your words. You don't know what to say. It hits you that this whole situation is just so.. bizarre.

"Oh that's alright, Y/n."
He starts has wiping your blood off his hands. There still a decent amount on his and yours suit. It's stained them. He bears a menacing grin while backing you up against desk. You hadn't realized you were this close to it.

"So, you really do like it when I hurt you."
You jolt. Something cold grabs your waist through a tear made during the beating It's Miguel's hands.

"YO MIGUEL, YOU HERE?"