Miguel O'Hara x Reader [one-shots]

EYES ON THE ROAD [S]

MIGUEL JUST SHOWED me his collection of cars, and I'm honestly flabbergasted at the fact that he waited so long to show me this.

He had a whole garage filled with luxurious cars, ranging from Ferraris and Lamborghini's to the sport's cars only so many people dream of having.

As I look around the garage, I lay my eyes on a pretty Black Porsche, and decide I have to drive it. I stop in front of it, and slowly look up at Miguel, who had been following close behind me in the protective manner he always has.

He noticed the glint in my eye and immediately shook his head. "No."

"Come on!" I plead, moving closer to squeeze his arms. "I want to drive it. I've never driven a Porsche before."

"Exactly why I'm not going to let you drive it," he said, narrowing his eyes at me.

I pout, bringing my eyebrows in as my expression becomes one of frustration and anger.

I see a smirk form on his lips from my expression. I'm about to tell him it's not funny, but he brings his thumb over my bottom lip, pulling slightly.

He lowers his head, his mouth right next to my ear. "You're so beautiful when you're angry."

I shudder, a pink blush coating my cheeks. I move my head slightly, making eye contact with him once again. "Please, Miguel," I run my hands down his arms then move to his waist where I fiddle with his belt. "If you let me drive, I'll let you do things to me."

He narrows his eyes, his dominating figure sending chills down my spine. "And what's to say I wouldn't do 'things' to you regardless?"

"I guess you'll have to trust me," I whisper breathlessly. I stand on my toes, wrapping my arm around his neck so he could lean down towards me.

He does, his arms wrapping around my waist. I press several kisses to his neck, his cheeks, and then one softly to his mouth.

I plan on pulling away, but Miguel moves his hand to the nape of my neck, pulling me further into him. I can't help the soft whimper that leaves my throat.

He groans softly and pulls away, put not before tugging at the roots of my hair. I gasp softly before he whispers his orders. "Drive. But right after we pull back into this garage, I'm gonna fuck you so hard, you won't be able to stand normally for days."

I bite my lip, a redder tint of arousal tainting my cheeks. I almost tell him to forget about it if not for him opening up my hand and placing the keys inside.

He moves to the drivers side and opens the door, waiting for me to get in. I take a deep breath and walk the few feet it takes, watching the way he stares down at me before he closes it. A few seconds later, he opens his side of the door and sits inside.

I turn on the car, and I quickly grow giddy as it turns on. I see all of the cool features, and I smile so bright that even the sun can't compare to the sight.

I feel Miguel's stare, and I look at him. He's staring at me with the usual lovey-dovey stare, and I smile at him, trying to ignore the blush that intensifies every second I'm near him.

I begin to drive a minute later, pulling out of the garage. I take comfort in the feeling of driving this car. It's so quiet in here, so healing.

I'm driving under a tunnel when I suddenly feel Miguel's hands on my thighs. It wasn't a weird occurrence, he usually puts his hand on my thigh when he drives.

I don't pay any mind to it as I continue the drive, not until I feel his hand go higher and higher until it brushes against the damp material underneath my dress.

My breath hitches, and I tighten my grip on the steering wheel. "Miguel, what are you doing?"

He doesn't answer the question and instead rubs two fingers over the damp material, creating pressure on my clit.

My hips buck up slightly, and I shudder. Miguel takes the opportunity to rip the panties off of me, pulling them off and stuffing them in his pocket, careful not to leave them inside the car.

His hands move back to my aching—now bare—pussy, and a small whimper leaves my mouth. My back arches as he keeps the pressure, but moves at a torturous speed.

My lips part for a second before I sink my teeth in my bottom lip. I look down at his hand, moving one hand over his wrist.

"Eyes on the road, princess," he tuts, moving even slower.

I immediately move my eyes back to the road, aware we're driving once again. He continues his movements, gradually becoming faster.

I feel myself growing wetter and wetter by the second, the shameful sounds of the squelching sounds I make from how drenched I am.

"So fucking wet," Miguel hummed. "And it's all for me..."

"F-Fuck," I stutter, my eyes rolling back for a split-second before moving back to the road. I start to press my foot on the break as we near a traffic light.

During this time, Miguel using his other hand to spread my legs wider before plunging two fingers into me.

I moan, and he rewards me by moving faster in me. I'm not a screamer whatsoever, and the most noises I make are small whimpers, moans, and some curses, but every time even a semi-loud sound comes out of me, Miguel goes feral.

I feel myself getting closer and closer, and I begin to hold my breath as my hips rock against his hand.

I'm almost there when he slows his movements, tilting his head to the light that just turned green.

I pant, pressing my foot on the gas, trying to ignore the aching pulse between my legs, along with his slow and deliberate movements.

"F-Fuck, p-please," I gasp when he curls his fingers. "I need to—"

"What, love?" He says in a low, seductive voice, removing his two fingers from me and using them to rub my clit. "You need to cum? Is that it?"

"Yes. Please, Miguel," I nod, my hips bucking and my grip on the wheel insane. I make a few turns, and after my driving spree, we're a few minutes back to the garage.

His movements slow again, torturing and teasing me. I guess it's pay back. "I don't think you deserve it. Not until we're back."

"Please?" I shudder, my hips moving as I keep my eyes on the now empty road. "Please, Miguel."

He gives me one last rub that almost sends me tumbling off the edge before removing them. "Don't worry, love, you'll get your release soon."

I whimper at the loss of his fingers. He then sucks those very fingers clean, and I glance at him as he does that, a chill of pleasure shooting through me.

A few seconds later, he removes them, licking his lips. "Delicious."

I breathe heavily, finally seeing the building come into view from afar. His hand comes back to my thigh, a torturous distance away.

I continue to pant, my chest heaving and my skin feeling prickly form the incessant need to have him inside of me.

"Relax," he squeezes my thigh. "Just keep your eyes on the road."