Miguel O'Hara x Reader [one-shots]

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MIGUEL PISSES ME off. It's the one thing he always does and seems to never be able to control. He gets so angry and jealous and possessive, and I don't mind it — I have always loved when he was like that with me because it made me feel loved — but he crossed the line today.

We had been fighting the entire way home and we were fighting now at home because of his jealousy towards my boss— who was my childhood best friend, by the way.

Miguel had always expressed his distaste for my childhood best friend, Dom, because of the fact that he had feelings for me. Miguel knew I would never do anything to hurt him and he knew I had absolutely no feelings towards Dom, but the moment Dom innocently touched me — or even accidentally — hell was breaking loose.

I understood that he didn't want another man around his girlfriend, but using the excuse that he had a feeling Dom would take advantage of being my boss to make me reciprocate his feelings was just outrageous. I knew Dom. Dom would never do that.

And I knew Miguel. And I hate the fact that he doesn't believe me when I tell him Dom wouldn't do that. He can't admit he's wrong either, and that just makes me angrier. "Are you fucking with me right now?" I glare at him, my hands gripping the counter so hard my knuckles turned white. "Because that has to be the only reason why you're acting like an immature asshole."

"I'm immature," he chuckled dryly as he looked at me from the other side of the kitchen island. "You're gonna tell me I'm immature as if he doesn't keep his fucking hands off you after you and I have warned him to keep them to himself? I swear I would fucking kill him if he wasn't so damn close to you."

I narrow my eyes at him, my jaw clenching. "What the fuck is wrong with you? I don't get jealous when you're always hanging around Jess, yet with Dom, it's a problem?"

"Don't fucking say his name in my house," he seethes, his voice lowering an octave. It was so cold, shivers ran down my spine. "Jess is like my sister, she's married, and she's never had feelings for me nor I her ever. You're trying to win a game you're already losing."

His house? Who the fuck does he think he is? We split the cost in half when we bought the house, and we do the same with the mortgage and the bills. It's just as much my house as it is his, that fucking asshole!

I tear my hands away from the counter roughly, glaring up at him. "Is this what this is to you, huh? A game? Because I'll leave 'your' house right now, and I'll just go to Dom's place and spend my night there until you man up!"

I don't even see his long strides towards me until his chest is pressed against mine, his hand is in my hair, his mouth is so close to mine I can feel his heavy breaths. "Do that and I'll cut off every one of his limbs and make you fucking watch."

I keep my glare on him, my eyes dilated with defiance and a strange sense of desire. I slap his chest with both my hands, and he lets me go even though I knew he could barely feel the action. "You know what?" I storm to our shared room. "I'll leave right now since you wanna act like a fucking child!"

"Don't fucking walk away from me, Y/N!" I can feel his presence follow me, anger radiating off of him.

I storm inside and go into our closet, grabbing one of his duffel bags. He snatches it away from me in anger and throws it across the room.

I don't spare him a glance and grab another one that was thankfully there. I start in my underwear cabinet and just to fuck with him like he does me, I grab the sluttiest pair of underwear and thongs that I had bought for him. Miguel stares at me with wide eyes and an incredulous look and I shrug, demonstrating each pair and placing them inside. "You know, maybe I'll wear these for him. You think he will 'take advantage of me as my boss'?" I made my voice breathy to make it known how ridiculous he sounded.