Miguel O'Hara x Reader [one-shots]

THAT'S HOW MUCH [S]

MIGUEL AND I were arguing, as always. He's mad because I went behind his back to another universe and fought a mission by myself.

"I did it though, didn't I?!" I shouted back at him, scoffing as I ran my fingers over my face as we stood in his office, "I caught the anomaly! Everything is safe!"

"You could've gotten hurt!" He yelled as he took a few steps closer, our bodies inches away from one another as he looked down at me, "And if you died or came even a little bit close, that would be blood on my hands. Not Jess, not Peter's, or anyone else— mine."

I scoffed. "And is that all you care about? Newsflash, Miguel, I can take care of myself. I'm in this society because of it!"

"God, you're such a brat!" he scoffed, laughing in exasperation, "I would've never recruited you if I had known how much of a pretentious, whiny person you are!"

I took a step closer, "You're an asshole. I wouldn't have come anyway if I had known what a controlling, sadistic person you are!"

He leaned down his face centimeters away from mine. We looked each other in the eyes, ignoring the pounding that was in both of our hearts.

"You know, you're lucky you're good at what you do," he seethed, his voice dangerously low, "Makes me hate you a little less."

I looked up at him through annoyed eyes. "Yeah? And how much do you hate me, Miguel? Come on, you can say it."

He smirked, an exasperated chuckle leaving his lips. "You really wanna know?"

I shrugged.

He nodded, and almost immediately, his lips were on mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him even closer as I inhaled deeply, kissing him back.

I felt his hand come down to my hips, squeezing my waist. He then reached his hand up to the back off my suit before pulling it down. Once it was all down, he pinned me to the wall before lifting me up against it.

His lips kissed me from my lips, down to my neck, then down to my chest. I felt his tongue go over my breast, my hand coming up to his hair as I felt myself getting more aroused by the second as I moaned softly.

Miguel then put me down on the ground, his lips coming down to my stomach as he got to his knees. He spread my legs and kissed my thighs before planting a soft kiss my core. I moaned as he began to eat me out, my grasp on his hair tight.

"Miguel—" my eyes rolled back as I said his name, my legs shaking as his hands gripped my thighs and his tongue delve deeper into me.

As I felt myself come closer to my release, I moaned his name again. He chuckled against me before stopping right before my release.

I furrowed my eyebrows and looked down at him. I panted heavily, "What the hell are you doing?"

He chuckled as he stood up, my eyes following him. He towered over me before telling Lyla to take the suit down. He lifted me up, his mouth next to my ear.

"I've got something better," he whispered seductively in my ear before he kissed down my neck.

I felt him come in contact with my entrance, barely hitting me. I bit my lip in anticipation, my arms wrapping around him.

After a few seconds, he slowly began to enter me, a slight groan leaving my lips. My head fell to his shoulder, but he used one of his hands to lift my head up.

"I want to see you while I put my dick in you," his voice was barely above a whisper.

He entered me more instantly after, my eyes tearing away from his as they rolled back.

"That's it..." he stated softly, watching my back arch. He then continued for about half a minute before he was all the way inside.

I panted softly as he filled me up all the way.

After adjusting, I looked back at him. There was a smirk on his face. I knew it was going to be rough, and I didn't care, I just wanted this so bad. He then lifted my body almost all the way off of him before slamming back into me, drawing a loud moan from me.

He then did it again and again, watching as every time he did, a content, pleasureable moan left my lips. After a few more, he began to get impatient, holding my body before he began to thrust.

My hands come up to his shoulders, my nails slightly digging into them as I bit my lip.

"This doesn't change the fact that you're an asshole and that I hate you," I moaned after the last word as he slammed hard into me.

"Careful..." he leaned in by my ear, his voice low, "If you think this is rough, you haven't seen anything yet."

He thrusted even faster, leaving me unable to form a response. My body began to tremble as I felt myself come close to my peak.

"Fuck," my nails dug even deeper into his skin, "Fuck, Miguel, don't stop."

He chuckled at my plead and continued his pace. He reached down and circled over my clit, my eyes screwing shut as I came instantaneously.

My head fell to his shoulder as my body jerked, moans and profanities spilling out of my mouth.

"There you go," he whispered before taking me off the wall and bending me over on a nearby desk. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled me up before slamming into me during my comedown, grunting and moaning softly.

I groaned, my hands gripping both sides of the desk as he continued to pound hard into me, the overstimulation driving me crazy. He leaned down to my neck, sucking it before driving his fangs through it. I groaned, my lips parting in a gasp and tears pouring out of my eyes as it oddly felt good, mixing in well with his thrusts and rhe overstimulation.

After a few more moments, he took his fangs out of my neck. He reached his hands over mine, interlacing our fingers as we both held both sides of the desk now. He then placed soft, hungry kissing up my back, then my neck, then my cheek. I moved my head slightly and we both kissed passionately.

His thrusts started to become sloppier, our lips separating as we both finally came to our highs.

Miguel kept our fingers laced as I rested my chest on the cold table, my legs shaking. His chest came in contact with my back, his head by mine as he panted too, his body slightly shaking as he came.

After a few minutes of laying there, I panted softly as the tears stopped and the shaking slightly subsided.

"That's how much I hate you," He said, slowly unlinking our fingers. He put his hand on my waist as he pulled out, a feeling of emptiness washing over me.

I stood up straight and turned around. We were still close to one another. He looked down at one of his hands moving softly over the mark he gave me. The other hand was towards my cheek, his thumb rubbing soothingly over it.

He then looked me in the eyes.

I got on my tip toes, which barely helped, before I leaned in and kissed him softly on the lips. He kissed me back.

This kiss was different.

We then parted, looking in each other's eyes for a few more seconds.

I cleared my throat. "If that's what happens everytime I do something wrong, I think I'm gonna be making more mistakes soon."

He chuckled at my joke, shaking his head. "Shut up."

He kissed me once again.