Miguel O'Hara x Reader [one-shots]

DEAL [S]

MIGUEL HAD PROMISED me that when he would get home from work, we'd have at it. I understand that Miguel is a busy man, trust me, I do. But it's been a few weeks, especially since he was on a business trip.

Of course, though, things never go according to plan.

"I'm sorry, baby, I know," Miguel told me, coming off from on top of me as he held his phone, "I gotta attend this meeting, supposedly it's important."

I groaned. "It's been weeks, Miguel." I pointed to his very obvious bulge. "That looks painful."

"I know, I'm sorry. It's fine, I'll try and take care of it," his phone began to ring as he spoke. He looked at me with pleading eyes and I just rolled mine, letting him take the call.

He answered it and walked towards his office. I heard his talking as he made his way in and logged on to the meeting online.

I took a deep breath as I sat up. I was still most of my clothes, the only thing missing was the shorts I was wearing.

I slowly stood up from where I was, walking to his office. I couldn't stop think about how painful that looked and if I weren't getting any of it, I might as well help him.

My fingers brushed against the wall as I walked down the hall into his office. I peered as I saw him in the online meeting.

I quickly moved into the room, Miguel glancing at me as he slightly furrowed his eyebrows. I got to my knees and crawled under the desk, my body in between his legs.

He turned off his mic and his camera. "What are you doing?"

"Can I please help you?" I looked up at him, my hands sprawled on his thighs, "You know I can't leave you like that."

"Mr. O'Hara?" A voice called from the meeting, "Are you there?"

Miguel pressed his mic, "Yes, uh, sorry, wifi issues."

He looked back down at me, turning of his mic once again, and nodding.

"Fine," he finally says before he moved his foot in between my legs, "But you have to get off on my shoe. I'm not letting you do this without you having any benefit."

"Deal," I looked up at him, a smirk on my face, unbuckling his belt and pulling his pants down as I lowered myself onto his shoe. A small gasp exits my lips as the cold leather hit my thinly clothed area.

I then put my hand on his length, palming him. He groaned softly before going back up to his computer, turning his camera back on.

I started to move my hips back and forth before taking him in my mouth. His left hand came up to my hair as he groaned quietly, trying to keep a straight face.

I continued to rock my hips faster, the friction making me moan against his length, sending vibrations through him. His hand gripped my hair, both of our legs shaking as we were close to coming to our release.

"Fuck," he muttered under his breath, his other hand brushing over his lips as he concealed it.

"Mr. O'Hara," a voice came on, "We'd like to hear about your opinions on the marketing strategy. We've been making tons of sales, but we could be making more. Since you are CEO, we'd like to hear your opinion."

He cleared his throat as I looked up at him. I moved my mouth off, licking up his length. "Answer it," I whispered.

He turned on his mic and began to answer the question, trying his best not to react as I went back down and moved my head faster along with my hips as I felt him begin to come to his peak.

I used my hands to do the parts I couldn't reach as Miguel was overwhelmingly big. I felt his small thrusts as he answered the question simply, shaking his head as he answered "no" before slamming the laptop shut.

I felt both his hands grasp the side of my head and his fingers tangle in my hair. He thrusted himself fully into my mouth as he came, tears falling out my eyes from his size as I came at the same time.

After a minute, he slowly pulled himself out of my mouth, panting softly. He threw his head back and I leaned against the wall as my legs shook slightly.

He looked down at me before motioning me to come up. I stand up from under his desk before he puts me on his thigh.

"Such a slut," he looked at me, his fingers putting a piece of hair behind my ear, "You know what I do to whores like you, Hm?"

I nodded as his hands came to grip my hips. He used one of his hands to rip my underwear off of me, making sure I maintained eye contact the entire time.

He then began to move my hips back and forth on his thigh. My hands came up to his shoulders as my lips parted, small gasps leaving my mouth.

"I'm gonna make sure you don't walk tomorrow," he says, forcing my hips to move faster. My head fell to his shoulder as the overstimulation began to have an effect on me.

He used one of his hands to force my head up, his hand clasping around my face.

"Do you understand?"

I nodded. "I understand."

He smiled softly and placed his lips on mine, moving his hand back to my hips as he continued to guide them.

My lips suddenly part as I gasp, now feeling incapable of kissing him back as the moans spilled out.

It's gonna be a long night.