Miguel O'Hara x Reader [one-shots]

WHO DID THIS? [S] (P.III)

WALKING INTO MIGUEL'S mansion, I look around, my mouth slightly agape. I never went into his house before, but I had heard about his massive mansion before.

Still, it was bigger than I imagined.

I held onto Miguel's arm as I walked through the doors. He kept glancing down at me with worry, reluctantly abiding to the request that I walk myself. He's carried me enough.

He leads me upstairs towards his room where towels and fresh clothes were already laid out.

I smile and look up at him. "You didn't have to do this."

"Of course I have to, querida," he said a soft smile on his lips as he pushes aside a strand of my hair, "Now come on, let's get you in there."

"Okay—"

I squeal as he suddenly picks me up, holding onto him.

"What are you doing?!" I laugh, nudging him.

He chuckled, opening the bathroom door, "I'm keeping an eye on you."

"You're keeping an eye on me?" I chuckle, "Why?"

"Well, what if you fall?" he shrugs, kneeling slightly down as he turns on the water, letting the water warm up.

I eye him suspiciously, smile on my face. "Mhm, right. And this has nothing to do with the fact that I'm going to be totally naked?"

He shakes his head, shrugging sheepishly.

I nod, continuing to keep that suspicious look on my face, "If you say so."

He sets me down carefully, that small smile still on his face. He comes up behind me, his fingers trailing from my collarbone to my back. They then go to the zipper, his fingers dragging down slowly, making me inwardly groan with need.

He pulls it down slowly, part of my back revealed. He leaned down and kissed the bruises that littered the skin.

He then lets the jumpsuit fall to the ground.

I shiver as the cold air hits me, and suddenly I feel very self-conscious.

"Miguel," I whisper, my hands coming up to my stomach.

"Hm?" he hums against my skin as his lips kiss around to my shoulders, kissing the bruises there.

"I don't look my best," I whispered, taking in a small inhale, "You shouldn't see me like this."

His lips come up to my neck, making me throw my head slightly back. I bite my lip as his lips trail up to my cheek. His fingers come up to my face and he cups it.

"You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my entire life," he said, looking my in the eyes as he pecked my lips once, "I don't care about any bruises or scars you have. Just like I know you won't care about mine."

He's right. I don't care about his scars or what they look like. I'd love him either way.

My hands slowly come down from my stomach.

His noticed and his hand reaches around towards my bra as he unhooks it, weaving it out from my arms and putting it where the rest of my clothes were. His eyes never left mine as his hands then went down to my underwear, pulling it down.

He got on his knees, continuing to look up at me as he carefully raised my legs and threw it aside. He then took his eyes off of mine as he carefully kissed up my leg, over the bruises.

I looked down at him, my fingers tangling into his hair as he unbuttoned his suit and pulled his pants down. He stands up again and carries me into the shower, his hands wrapping around my waist as he kissed my lips.

My hands wrap around his neck as we kiss under the shower head, our bodies wet. His hand then comes from my waist to lower half, spreading my legs slightly as his finger rubs over my clit.

A soft moan leaves my lips, panting as I held onto him. Miguel watches me react to his touch, going even faster when he saw what he liked— which was all the time.

I gasped as I felt myself closer, my eyes fluttering closed. I cursed over and over again until I felt my orgasm crash through me, hitting me like a pile of bricks.

Miguel kept rubbing soft circles as I rode out my high, holding onto me as he also littered kisses all over my neck.

As I took deep breaths, I open my eyes back up after a minute. I see those sparkly reddish-brown eyes, before I lean in and kiss him.

Miguel lifted me up, his hands on my ass as he gently pushed me into him. I shuddered as I felt him stretch me out, my nails digging into his skin.

It had been a long time since I had sex. I had stopped last year, finally convincing James to leave me be after the times he'd force me into doing things for him. James would find the quick solution though, it's where he got drunk most days.

As Miguel's large size continued to stretch me out, soft involuntary groans left my lips. It took about another minute of him slowly getting inside me for him to fully be in.

He shuddered as he took a small step forward, my back coming in contact with the class. He looked in my eyes, bring one hand up and smoothing my wet hair over my head.

He felt my quivering under his touch as he proceeded to ask the next question. "How long as it been?"

"...A little over a year," I admitted, a trembling breath leaving my lips.

His hand comes down to my lips, his thumb brushing over it. "Voy a ir lento, ¿de acuerdo?"

I nodded, leaning the back of my head against the class. His hand came back around my waist.

I felt him pull all the way out before slowly stretching mr out again. A moan slipped out my mouth as I bit my lip.

He then did it again, thrusting back in a little harder. I heard his soft groan as my core basically milked his member, tightly grasping on.

He continued, going faster each time until setting a good pace. Soft moans slipped out of my mouth left and right, mostly muffled as Miguel and I kissed.

My lips parted I took in small gasps, my swollen lips parted against his. One of my hands wrapped around his neck and the other had its fingers interlaced with Miguel's.

"Fuck," I groaned, my back arching off the glass.

Miguel started to go faster, our lips touching but not kissing as the steam, along with our hot bodies fogged up the whole bathroom.

I felt myself nearing towards my climax once again, his large size pounding into me, molding my insides into the shape of his length.

"Gosh..." I groaned, inhaling sharply, "Fuck, so close... so close..."

"Let it go, cariño," his voice ran throughout my body as he held me tighter and rammed into me faster and harder.

My eyes rolled back as I moaned and cursed loudly, feeling everything crash down once again. My body shook in his arms, twitching and jerking as I felt my juices coat his length.

A low group emitted from Miguel's throat, right before he pulled out of me, burying his head in the crook of my neck as he came, coating the glass and the shower floor.

We held each other for a few minutes, coming down from the explosive high. He carefully placed me down, his lips brushing on my forehead at the same time his finger brushed my lips. My eyes closed for the brief second he did this before opening, his eyes already on mine.

He leaned down and kissed me softly.

He slowly pulled back after a couple seconds. He then grabbed shampoo, lathering it on my hair.

I chuckled as I felt the cold substance on my head, my nose scrunching. He began to massage it into my head, a smile on both of our lips.

And at that moment, I don't think I've ever felt more at peace than I did right now.