Miguel O'Hara x Reader [one-shots]

TEACHER'S PET [S/F] (FINALE)

THE NEXT FEW months flew by. Miguel and I had spent a lot of time together after my short break, which involved a lot of sneaking around.

My eyes rolled to the back of my head as I gasped. I sat on the edge of the desk, holding onto Miguel as he continued to thrust into me.

"Oh, God, Miguel—"

"Professor O'Hara?" A voice cut me off, our heads snapping to the door, "Can I speak to you for a minute?"

"Shit, it's my boss," Miguel cursed, pulling out of me as he zipped his pants up, trying to hide his hard-on, and buttoned his shirt.

I quickly grabbed my clothes that were sprawled on the floor before hiding under his desk. I tried to slow my breathing and quiet myself as Miguel's boss sat in the chair opposite from his.

Miguel eyes widened as he saw me look up at him from under his desk before sitting in his chair.

So, yeah. A lot of sneaking around. We were in this honeymoon phase of our relationship, and I swear we could not get enough of each other.

Walking to the center of the classroom, I stood behind a student who was asking Miguel a question. I eyed her suspiciously as her body language suggested she wasn't a devoted student.

Miguel looked to me as she placed her hand on his arm. I chewed my lip in annoyance before stepping up.

"Professor O'Hara," I faux a smile, "Can I talk to you about that thing I emailed you about?"

The girl furrowed her eyebrows as she looked at me with disgust etched on her face. "We were talking."

"And my sister died," I made something up, seeing as her jaw dropped. I smiled. "I win."

She let go of Miguel's arm and I looked to Miguel motioning him out to the exit. As I opened the door for myself, he followed.

I pulled him into a storage room and kissed him hungrily.

"Your sister died?" He chuckled through the kiss, "You don't even have a sister."

"I know," I panted as I unbuckled his belt, "But I hated seeing her touch you."

I moved my kiss down to his neck, his head throwing back towards the shelves.

"Nothing would've happened," he breathed.

I shrugged as I got to my knees, pulling down his pants. He looked down at me, his hands tangling in my hair.

I looked up at him. "I know."

I think you can guess what happened next. Things like that continued on for the next few months. He even met my family.

They weren't really that supportive at first since he was older (they don't know he's my professor), but they got over it a few days later when they realize the age gap between my parents is bigger.

During the few days that we didn't hear back from them... well, you know what happened.

A lot of angry sex.

Miguel lifted my dress off me, unhooking my bra and sliding down my underwear. I climbed to his lap, lowering myself onto him. His hand came up my back and to the nape of my neck.

I begin to come up and down him roughly, my lips parted as I moaned.

"I fucking hate them," I said as Miguel's lips came down to my neck, "They can't tell me who I can't be with; who I can't have sex with."