Broken Diamonds~ Miguel O'Hara

Like What You Saw? (Spicy Interlude)

DID YOU MISS ME POOKIE BEARS
because for some odd reason
i am writing back in this book 😭
guys this year since ive written this book has actually been so interesting
I GOT VOTED FOR PROM QUEEN SO THATS COOL
i'm watching Spider Man ATSV as I type this lol
anyways here is a little supplement for you
this chapter is...
lets says a little questionably spicy
its one of my first like this so be nice
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*not proofread my sweetie cakes
*L/N- last name
I got to the apartment and slung my keys onto the counter.
"Gabby!" You called. You had went out to get her juice boxes and Goldfish for her soccer game tomorrow. You liked to think you were Gabbys adoptive soccer Mom. You walked down the hallway and spotted Gabbys back pack lying in a heap from her room. You needed to ask her if the CapriSun flavor you got would appease her team. She was very picky about her juice. You headed further into the apartment and heard the water running from the only bathroom. You didn't see Miguel's keys anywhere so it definitely wasn't him.
    "Gabby! I got your stuff! Can you come look at it?" No response. You rolled your eyes. You stood outside the bathroom door now. You rapped your knuckles once. Still nothing. She was probably doing something ridiculous like trying to cut her own hair in there. It's happened before.
   "Gabs! I hope you aren't wasting water-"
You had put your hand on the doorknob when the water suddenly cut off, and the door flew open. You opened your mouth to start gushing over cute little goody bags you got to put crackers in with Gabby, when you unfortunately realized it was not Gabby that was standing in front of you. Your mouth formed a line and your eyes widened as Miguel stood before you. Soaking wet. And in nothing but a towel that was menacingly low on his waist. His V line literally screamed at you. As your eyes slowly traveled up his broad chest that had water droplets glinting in it, you finally reached his face.
   Miguel had also frozen, one hand on the doorknow the other mid stroke through his sopping hair. His eyes stared back at you. His hair was hanging in his eyes. My god was he hot right now and-
  You'd never seen him like this before you realized. You were kinda glad you were getting the chance. I mean, you has the idea since his spider suit was skin tight, but this was a whole new world.
  Miguel suddenly cleared his throat and lowered both hands to rest on his hip. You snapped out of your trance. He quirked an eyebrow at you and you could already see the smallest of smirks forming on his lips.
  "Sorry- I - Um-" words were failing you right now. You slowly backed up and hit the wall behind you clumsily. You knew your face was bright red. Miguel's face stayed in its stupid smirk. You hated it. You turned and stumbled to the kitchen. You were so frazzled. You were torn on the fact that that was the hottest thing you've ever seen and it was in reach, but also the fact that you ultimately acted like an idiot and looked like a blubbering fucking fish.
  You tried to busy yourself with dumping Goldfish into ziplocs, when the bathroom door shuts and footsteps pad against the carpet. You felt your face getting hot again and zoned all of your attention into getting every ounce of air from the bags. You felt Miguel lean over the counter next to you. His eyes were burning into you. 
  "Like what you saw L/N?" he said huskily.
   You huffed and set the soccer snacks down on the counter. You finally looked up at him smiling mischievously down at you. You tried to hide the fact that the image of him wet in a towel was still circling your mind. You put on a determined glare.
  "I'm really sorry, okay? I didn't mean-" you started as you turned back to the snacks. You stopped when Miguel's hand slid under your chin and tilted your face back to look at him. You we're surprised but let him move your face easily. You meet his eyes. He'd never looked at you like that before. Well, maybe whenever you wore a bikini at the beach. He eyes looked hungry.
  "You didn't answer my question, sweetheart," Miguel said, the stupid smirk hinting in his tone. You probably melted right there. You felt your entire body burning. What do you say? Should you own it? Or stop feeding his monstrously large ego? You decided the first option. Spice things up.
  You matched his smirk and crossed your arms.       "Hm. Maybe I did," you stood up taller. Miguel's expression faltered a little in surprise, before he was suddenly grabbing your waist and kissing you. Your head was spinning, and your eyes were definitely open for a couple seconds. But soon you sunk into it and your hands found themselves tangling in his damp hair. His hands were so big, they practically crushed your waist. His lips moved feverishly against yours. It had been so long of dancing around the fact that you liked eachother. This was finally it.
  You felt Miguel turn you and start to walk you backwards. You didn't open your eyes. You trusted him. His hands slid down to your ass and you took this as a signal so you jumped and locked your ankles around his waist. Your lips broke for just a second as you looked at his frazzled hair and his wild eyes.
  You pulled him back in and he laughed a little against your lips. He liked it when you wanted more. His hands were roaming everywhere, and you could feel them brushing under your shirt now. You felt your sense of gravity shifting and realized that Miguel was laying you down onto the couch. You were secretly surprised how gently he set you down. You felt the couch shift under you as Miguel laid above you.
One of Miguel's hands had slid up to your neck now, while the other was pressed into the couch arm above you head. It wasn't a hard hold, he was using it to lift your head off the couch to him. But the way he clutched it screamed, your mine. You moved your hands down his big arms and finally fisted in his t-shirt collar. You heard him groan softly when you tugged harshly on his shirt to get him even closer. Miguel's legs suddenly shoved up under your thighs, lifting your legs up to rest around his waist as your waist was lifted to meet his.
Miguel's lips suddenly left yours and you whined at the loss of contact. Miguel looked at you with his brown eyes and smiled before ducking to work on your neck. You sucked in air and shut your eyes. One of your hand's unclamped from his shirt to clutch the back of his neck. You decided to be brave and slowly slid your other hand under his shirt. You felt his stomach tighten at your light brushes. Your hand eventually slipped around to his shoulders.
Miguel was sucking and licking your neck now. You were in such an overwhelming state of euphoria right now. He suddenly moved to the spot at the end of your jawline and base of your ear. You tugged on his hair.
"Miguel," you breathed, as your head tilted more in pleasure.
"Mhm. There she is," Miguel hummed, continuing on the sweet spot. You suddenly felt one of his knees come up between your legs. Oh he knew what he was doing. Miguel pressed his knee into your crotch, eliciting a light twitch of your hips at the contact. The hand he was holding your neck with suddenly snaked down to your hip, bringing you down harder onto his knee. You let out a small sigh, which Miguel took as a sign to come back up to meet your lips finally. Your lips moved hungrily against his. His hand on your hip suddenly guided your hips gently back and forth on his knee. You let out a small whine in response and dug your nails into his back. Miguel pulled back from your lips just a little and smirked.
"Oh, yeah?" he said, teasing you for your pitiful whine.
"Shut up and kiss me," you said quickly before you craned your neck slightly to capture his mouth again. He didn't complain or say anything else. You tugged at the hem of his shirt, pulling it up slightly. Miguel got the idea and leaned back to quickly tear his shirt off. You admired him for a little before you realized be was staring into your soul. He leaned down and pressed both hands down by your face. You watched as he slowly slid one of his hands down your torso to the hem of your shirt, still keeping ehe contact.
"Can I?" he asked gently.
"Please," you whispered. He lifted it gently over your head, lifting you up slightly, and then layed you right back down under him. His lips met yours again. You felt one of his hands work down towards the waistband of your pants. You sucked in a breath. The warm in your stomach hightenes as the tips of his fingers ran under the waistband. He slowly dipped his hand in and-
Keys suddenly jingled in the front door knob. You and Miguel shot apart and both said "Gabby". You leapt off Miguel, on your way to sprint to your room, ditching your shirt, when he suddenly grabbed your wrist and swung you back over for one last quick kiss and he smiled before you took back off down the hallway. You just slammed the door when you head Gabby.
"Daddy? Why is your shirt off?"
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Alright hope that wasn't absolutely a dumpster fire I've never wrote spicy stuff so
Thanks boo boo bears