Miguel O'Hara X Reader (Bottom Male Reader)

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You were so tired that you completely forgot about the invite to Miguel's place. You put the watch on and read his message.
"Hey, Y/n. I just finished with the reports. Hope you're healed up cuz you'll need it. See you in a few."

You sprung up and walked straight to your closet. What should you wear? You wanted to look nice for Miguel. How about your fav casual wear? Hell no. It seemed like a bit too much plus, things were gonna get messy. You didn't wanna ruin it. You settle on a nice pair of baggy ripped jeans with white tee along with a pair of green and black Jordans.

You head towards the shower. You wanted to smell nice for Miguel. While standing there waiting for the water to heat up, you can't help but get excited. Thinking about what Miguel might have in store for you was the only thing on your mind the whole shower.

After doing a triple check in the mirror, you grab you phone and watch and summon a portal for Miguel's universe. You've been here a thousand times before yet you still stare in awe every single time. The place is so futuristic compared to your universe. You make your way to Miguel's place. Before you ring the doorbell, you stand there. You couldn't help but wonder:
"Should I really do this?"
You're doing all these things with one of best friends. At least, that's what you were. You have no clue what kind of relationship you have now.

Just as you reach up to hit the button, the door swings open. It's Miguel. He looks at and let's put a slight giggle.
"You gonna stand out here all day?"
You walk through the front door. Usually the place is a little dirty. He never has time to clean since he's so busy trying to maintain the multiverse. But right now? It's spotless. He must have cleaned it for you. You didn't wanna get the carpet dirty.
"Should I take my shoes off?"
"Yeah go ahead if you want."
You slip of your shoes and put them aside. You follow Miguel into the kitchen where he starts pouring drinks. He slide yours to the other side of the counter where you stand.
"So, how ya feelin'?
"Good. I was able to sleep most of it off."
"That's nice."
He takes a sip of his drink. So do you.
"Wanna go watch some TV?"

You and Miguel sit on the couch watching reality tv. The entire time he's had his hand on your thigh and every so often he'll inch higher and higher up. It gets to the point where he's practically grabbing your dick. Both of you have finished your glasses. It wasn't enough to get either of you tipsy but enough to make you euphoric.
"You ready?"
It had been so quiet and all you were focused on was him massaging your crotch. We you didn't respond, he squeezed. You flinch from the sudden pressure. As you look up at Miguel, a sly smirk comes across his face.
"I said, are you ready?"
You nod your head. The heat rising in your throat felt awkward.

You and Miguel stare into each other eyes for what feels like hours. With each second, your faces get closer and closer until mouths meet. At first, it was nothing but lips. That's when Miguel forced his tongue into your mouth. It took him a second to find your tongue but once he did, he intertwined it with his own.

After while, you both get vocal. You're moaning in between breaths. He's practically growling. Your bodies are rubbing against each other. It's out of the question, you're both hard.

Just as you really start to lose yourself in Miguel's mouth, you jolt up. Something cold was running up your spine. Once again, it was Miguel's hands.