Miguel O'Hara X Reader (Bottom Male Reader)

Backseat

Your face burned hot with embarrassment. His massages left you foggy in the mind. You pouted at him as he opened your door.
"You can't just stop like that."
"Oh, and why is that?"
Miguel's face had a mischievous smirk. His body took up the entire door frame, towering over you.
"It's not fair, to just end suddenly like that."
"Well what do you want me to do about it?"
He caressed your face, slowly pulling you in for a kiss. You closed your eyes and pursed your lips, waiting for his to connect. Instead, Miguel pulled away from your face. He got close to your ear and whispered with a husky voice,
"I said, what do you want me to do about it?"
His voice shook you to your core. It felt the same it did the night prior. He stayed there at your side, listening for your response.
"I want you to finish what you started."

Miguel let out a breathy sigh followed by a smile.
"Get up for a second."
He pushed the passenger seat forward, granting access to the backseat. He nodded towards the empty seats, motioning you in. He soon followed after you, closing the door behind him. You sat there, checking your surroundings for others. It was only now that you were able to get a good look of the area, a parking garage. It looked as though it had been abandoned, only a few others cars were parked there. It was the perfect place to keep a secret.

"Come here."
Miguel sat in the seat next to you. He scooted closer to you as one hand reached for your face, the other your waist. He pulled you in, this time actually kissing you. It started off smooth but, slowly grew more passionate. His grip on your waist tightened. It was then that you had  an idea. You broke the kiss, breathing heavily and staring Miguel in his eyes. You climbed into Miguel's lap while facing him. He seemed shocked but became flirty once more. Before he could get a sly response put, you attacked his lips once more.

One of his hands remained planted on you waist as the other stroked around your face and neck. Miguel broke away, needing a breath. He locked eyes with you has he slid his hand from the back of you neck to the back of your head, grabbing a handful of hair. He forced your head back and began placing kisses all over. His other hand crawled into your shirt. He ran his fingers up and down your spine, causing you to shiver.

Miguel's lips made their way back up to your mouth, now giving you small pecks. He used his free hand to grab your ass.
"Is this what you wanted, Y/n?"
"This is honestly a little more than expected. I like it though."
"That's good."
His hand moved to the front of your torso. He began rubbing the nubs on your chest, causing you to softly groan.

Miguel looked down at you pants, you were rock hard. He licked his lips before eagerly undoing your belt.
"I'll help you get rid of that."
You were fully exposed now. You could feel your dick twitch in excitement as you wait for Miguel to touch you. You let out a desperate moan as he flicked your tip. He slowly began stroking your entire length. You squirmed around, trying to handle the constant stimulation. Pre-cum leaked out, running down your shaft. You could feel your climax quickly approaching.

Before you could tell Miguel, a hologram showed from his watch.
"Miguel, what's taking you so long? I thought Y/n got off of work over an hour ago?"
Miguel angled his wrist so that Jess couldn't see you sitting in his lap.
"Yeah sorry, we got caught up in something but we just parked the car. We'll be at HQ in a second."

Miguel hung up and looked back at you.
"My, people love to interrupt us. Don't they?"
"I guess so."
He helps you off his lap and passes you a small cloth to clean yourself. Once you finished, you passed the cloth back to him so he can clean of his hand. He shook his head and began licking the pre-cum off his hands. He smirked at you as your face burned hot.
"Well it looks like they're getting a little impatient. Unless you want Jess to cuss you out, I suggest you put your suit on."