Miguel O'Hara x Reader [one-shots]

SO NEEDY [S]

MIGUEL IS ALL over me. I haven't been able to see him in a month due to a very long mission, and, boy, has that taken a toll on him. Due to his extreme strength and his heightened stress levels, Miguel likes to... let steam off.

Preferably on me, as he says.

"Miguel," I breath heavily, my arms on his shoulder as he sucks and kisses my neck harshly, "Miguel—"

My eyes flutter closed from the amount of pleasure he's giving me. He was sitting in his desk chair as I was sprawled onto his lap.

"Hmm?" He hums, continuing what he's doing.

I gulp harshly, taking a deep breath. I knew he was going to absolutely decimate me in the bedroom, and yes, I couldn't wait, but I had just gotten back. I haven't greeted anyone else.

"Let me say hi to everyone," I groan as my fingers tangle into his hair, "I've been back for 15 minutes."

"No," he shook his head, raising his head as he looked at me, "I refuse to let you out of my sight until you're shaking underneath me."

I chuckle, "I was only gone for a month."

"A month too long," he leans forward, his lips barely a centimeter away from mine, "You don't know what you do to me, Y/N."

I keep eye contact with him, his breath tingling on my lips. I feel his bulge from his suit, and I slightly graze over it, desperate for at least some friction.

Miguel groans and crashes his lips into mine. He picks me up before carefully setting me down. Breaking our lips, he turns me around swiftly, pulling my skirt down and then my underwear.

I breathed heavily, looking at his hands that roamed my body.

"Are you sure you don't want me to take care of you, first?" I looked up at him from behind, "I know it must be painful."

"I'm not letting you anywhere near me until I take care of you first," he answered me, his voice hard, "All I care is that I see you writhe beneath my touch."

My lips slightly part at his words. He raises one hand to my neck, forcing me to continue to look up at him, while another goes down to my entrance.

"You sure you wanna do this?" Miguel looked down at me, his gaze only on me.

"Yes, please," I nod as best as I could.

He smirked and began to pull his fingers out of me, drawing a quiet moan from my lips. My hand instinctively went to his, feeling his veins and his movements as all I could do was close my eyes and make the noises he forced out of me.

"Please," I screw my eyes shut, my other hand coming up to his hand around my neck.

"You like that, huh?" He whispered in my ear as I kept feeling the small smiles that played on his lips, "So needy."

I could feel myself coming closer by the second. He could, too, as he thrusted his finger faster and rubbed me with his thumb.

I squeezed the hand that was doing everything, "Fuck, Miguel."

He chuckled in my ear, his prayers seemingly answered as the next thing I know, my body shook and a moan exited my lips. I could feel his hand get coated with what came out.

I almost fell to the floor from how much ecstasy I experienced, but Miguel tightened his grip on me as I trembled beneath his touch.

"All for me, huh?" He slowly takes his fingers out of me before raising his to his lips, "God, you taste as sweet as you look."