Miguel O'Hara x Reader [one-shots]

STALKER [MS] (P.II)

I SHUDDER, AND it's all I can do before I feel a kiss on the bite mark he left for me. My pulse is erratic right now, and there's no doubt in my mind he's already noticed its unnatural beat.

"Usually I'd turn you in since you're in such a compromising position, but I'm in the mood for fun today," he moves my head down so I'm staring at the wall again. He then ducks his head and kisses the mark again as he mutters his words against my neck.

His hand that's on my throat reaches up and his thumb runs over my bottom lip. I had the feeling he wanted to thrust the finger into my mouth and make me suck it until my jaw locks and I physically can't anymore, but the twitch made me realizing he was restraining himself.

And Miguel never restrained himself unless he had something bigger planned.

"What are you gonna do?" I ask, my voice unusually small and unconfident.

"I think the question should be what are we gonna do..." he kisses up the short distance from my neck to my ear.

His low breaths make me shudder and whimper against him and I hear his low groan. 

"You're going to run, Y/N..." he whispers lowly, and it should be a crime to want him all over me right now. "And me? I'm going to hunt."

I inhale sharply. Exactly what I wished for.

Please don't let this be a dream.

"You're delusional if you think I'd let you catch me," I say, but my voice comes out breathless, husky, and weak.

He chuckles and presses himself further into me. It's hard to try and pretend to not notice the feel of his hard-on.

I try my best not to rock my hips against him. My boy likes to get off on being in control— even worse when he knew I like it that way.

"We'll see about that."

I bite my lip again, but this time, it's accompanied by the clench of my thighs as I try to do anything to ignore the aching throb in between my legs.

I feel his smirk against my head, as he clearly felt that. "Don't worry, when I catch you, we'll remedy that ache immediately."

I shudder again, and it takes me my whole entire being to not be annoyed at the fact that he elicits that reaction from me so often.

"Now, listen closely, because I'm not going to repeat myself, love."

He releases my throat and cascades his hand down my arm before letting it fall to his side. I feel goosebumps litter my skin and an overwhelming desire to be taken.

"Run."