Miguel O'Hara X Reader (Bottom Male Reader)

Claws

Miguel helps you up since your hands were still tied behind your back. Once you're up, he bends you over the side of the mattress. You could feel him step up behind you. He Placed his hand on your hip and tightened his grip. His hands were no longer cold. For a moment, all he did was stand there and massage your waist. You grew impatient. You wanted him inside, now. You started rubbing your ass up against his dick.
"My, getting a little impatient are we?"
He smirked. You had snapped him out of whatever trance he was in. You turned around to look him in the eyes.
"Miguel hurry, please."
"Y/n, turn back around."
You follow his orders and turn you head back towards the wall. There was a moment of silence. All you could hear was the slow breaths of Miguel and the rustling of his clothes.

Out of nowhere, Miguel rammed into you. The pain was sharp, but it felt so nice. This time, he didn't start slow and work his way up. He was fast from the very beginning. You could feel every inch of his dick going in and out of you. Miguel grabbed you by your throat and forced your head up. He's able to wrap around your throat completely with one hand.

Miguel whispered in your ear,
"Y/n, your moans are so beautiful. Keep singing for me."
The room was filled with the sound of your moans, Miguel's groans, and the bed rocking back and forth.

"Miguel, my legs are getting tired."
"Alright. Get on the bed. I was tired of not seeing your face anyways."
Miguel pulled out of you and helped you onto the bed. He laid you down on your back and pushed your legs open. You could see his face now, his lips still stained with some blood. He glared down at you as he kneeled in between your legs.
"I get to see the faces you make when I fuck you now."
He eased his way back into you with stifled moans. His hips slowly started rocking back and forth. Your matched his rhythm while trying your best not to break eye contact. Every time your eyes rolled back, Miguel would snap his fingers and tell you to focus on him.

"Y/n, can I... hurt you?"
You had almost forgot, the one thing that had you both turned on was Miguel bringing you pain. It's how you got invited here in the first place. It's almost silly to think that just a few hours ago, you were embarrassed by Miguel hearing you moan.
"Yes please, Miguel."
Miguel was taken back for a moment. He didn't expect you to say please. His face turned an even brighter shade of red.

A stinging pain formed in you hips. Miguel brought out his claws and stuck them into your side. Small drops ran off the side of your body, staining the sheets. A grimace of pain grew across your face.
"Does it hurt, Y/n. That look on your face says it all. I love it."
Miguel's face bore a smile that reached from ear to ear. He sped up the movement of his hips and put more power into his thrust. The sight of your blood trickling down your hips aroused him.

"Y/n, can I hurt you even more?"
At this point, he was using the claws on both hands. You hips and waist were covered in cuts. The sight of it alone was enough to make you happy. As for the feeling itself, you had never felt this good during sex before.
"Go ahead, hurt me however much you want, Miguel."

Miguel let go of you. He had one set of claws in your waist and the other in you hip. He looked down at you and glided his hand across your chest.
"Miguel, what are you gonna do?"
"Oh, you'll see."
His sly smile made you nervous. In an instant, you could feel his claws dragging across the skin of your stomach.

Drops of blood quickly formed across you skin. The scratch marks stretched from your waist to some as far as your chest. The pleasure and pain was too much for you. You began tearing up. Your moans turned into small yelps of agony.
"Y/n, you look so pretty when you're crying. Keep crying for me."
Miguel watched your tears roll down your cheeks. His movements became more complex. He enjoyed every moment he made inside of you along with every noise you made.

With every thrust, let out cries of pleasure. You were both close to climaxing. It felt as though you could black out at any moment. With one final thrust,  your eyes rolled back as you released all over yourself. Miguel gripped the side of your stomach as he released his own fluids inside of you.