"Through with you." Miguel Ohara x FEM y/n || ANGST, FLUFF, COLD HARD SMUT ||

Really?

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TW!! death.

You wake up to the sun shining on your eyes, you bat them open slowly... your entire body was sore... you sit up, pain quickly rose from your back and up your spine, you groan as you wrap a hand around the back of your neck. You look at a clock nearby, 8:37 am it read.

You blink a few times, your head still groggy from yesterday. Then it hit you.

"Shit- I'm on duty-" But the memories of last night flooded into your brain like a tsunami.

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"P-please mi vida~ hnng you're so good for me... mhm~" He the shoved his thick cock back into you-

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Your eyes widen, you quickly put a hand over your face, you gape at what happened. You quickly look around to realize this isn't your room.. this isn't your apartment... you twist your body to the other side of the bed... a large clump of blankets lie where... where you thought Miguel would be- you nervously scan the room once more, thinking maybe he had gone to the toilet.

His room was a controlled messy, the clothes that he had destroyed last night were folded neatly and on the nightstand next to you, the curtains were half drawn, keeping the room a little dark, his bedsheets were unfolded- but you were still in bed so you excused it.

He had piles and piles of paper work stacked tall on his desk, and several mugs of coffee were present in the room, all of them finished, not leaving a single drop.

He had some clothes scattered around, his boxers are at the foot of the bed, and he had a couple shirts laid out on his chair.

You activate your spidy senses... however there wasn't a single person within a 500 meter distance... or at least you couldn't sense anyone.

The room was as ice cold as it was before. Goosebumps form on your exposed arms and legs. You look down to your torso- you were wearing a big shirt, one obviously not yours. It smelled of Miguel... and you were completely naked under it. Your face flushes and you look away.

Despite being surrounded by Miguel's things, you couldn't feel any more alone, the butterflies you got when you woke up left as soon as they came.. replaced by a sad expression left on your face. 

You silently hope to yourself that maybe he was under the large puffy blanket... you stare solemnly at the right side of the bed, you bring your hand over the blankets.. you hover your hand over it, and then hesitantly you slowly lower it.

Your hands sink into the blanket. It goes down to the mattress. He isn't here. It was worth a shot you guess...

You groan. "Fucking dickhead.."

You feel... disappointed for some reason, because despite his words the previous night, he didn't stay.

But to be fair.. what did you expect? He was under his serum yesterday.. he wasn't thinking straight- but you still couldn't shake his words off your mind. All the sweet, lovely things he whispered in your ear as he made love to you last night lingered on the top if your head.

You go to stand up, this time, you hadn't hit your head on the ceiling- you let out a sigh of relief as this was the first time in months where you hadn't jumped too hard. You try to walk, but your lower back was far too sore to do so. You limp out of his bedroom slowly, a hand on your hip.

The marble floors are cold on your feet, that with the added pain of moving your body at all made it ten times more difficult to walk. You nearly trip over a pair of pants as you exit.