Miguel O'Hara x Reader [one-shots]

PRICK [S]

I SIT ON the desk chair Miguel and I had in our bedroom, my arms crossed the same way he looked down at me.

"You're a prick," I tell him, "Kicking me off the mission for a minor scratch?"

He scoffed, looking down at me, "You had to get stitches. You're lucky Lyla had developed the machine or you would still be in the hospital right now."

"Give me a break," I shook my head, "I signed up for this. We get hurt, it's what we do. You told me yourself when I first joined the team."

"Yeah, well that was before we started dating," he shrugged carelessly, "I'm in charge of the mission and your not on it."

"You're so fucking annoying," I muttered, rolling my eyes. I stand up and pull up my shirt, opening the bathroom door. "I'm gonna take a shower."

Going inside, I turn the water to the right temperature and take the rest of my clothes off. After a few seconds, I hop in, letting the hot water fall on my face.

He was so annoying. I get he cared about me, but it's just unfair now.

I hear the door creak open.

Speaking of.

I don't speak a word as I stand under the shower head. After a few seconds, I hear the glass door slide open and him right behind me. He takes a few steps closer and closer until he's right behind me and I could feel every indentation of his abs.

My breathing became heavy as I continued to try and ignore him. I hear him grab the body wash bottle and put it on his hands. After closing it, I feel it touch my skin, tensing up from how cold it was. He started to massage my shoulders and slowly move his hands to my arms, to my breasts, to my stomach, then my thighs. He continued up and down before bringing his lips in contact to my skin. I reach up, my hand on his neck as he continues to kiss my neck from behind.

I bite my lip in hoping to conceal any noises I may make. I was still mad at him.

He slowly turns me around, towering over me as usual as he took in my body. He proceeded to lift my leg up over his arm, positioning himself.

With his other hand, he reached up to my hair, pulling it so I couldn't move. He looked down at me, admiring me. He then leaned closer, kissing me on the lips, slowly letting go of my hair and instead moving the same hand down to my core.

He pushes his fingers into me, effectively making my lips part. I bore into Miguel's eyes as he smirks, watching my every move.

As I begin to feel the repercussions of his actions, my hand instinctively moved to his, holding it tightly.

"You want me to stop?" He teases, knowing damn well I don't.

"Please don't," I shake me head, squirming beneath his touch. I bite my lip, muffled noises exiting as I try my best to conceal them.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk," he tuts, stopping his movements immediately as he caught on to what I was doing, "Let me hear you."

My jaw hardened, "You don't deserve to hear me."

He shrugged, "Then you don't deserve my fingers."

I sighed and looked away. He moved his head, not accepting the loss of eye-contact I tried to insinuate. "Fine."

All of the sudden, he moves his fingers again at rapid speed, drawing a moan from my lips and my arms wrapped around his neck as I cling onto him.

"Good girl," he whispers in my ear, effectively making me squirm even more than I already was.