Miguel O'Hara One-Shots

The Hunted and Her Hunter Stalker Miguel

Tags/Summary: Miguel is your stalker, reader falls for her stalker, unhinged Miguel, reader is equally unhinged as him(but she's a little shy) another 99% smut and 1% plot. Tags for smut: p in v, unprotected sex, face riding, bj, choking, 5k words

MDNI 18+

A/N: This is in honor of making 1 year of writing ffs!!! As always thank you to those who have been here from the beginning and just simply to those that have been here. Thank you lovelies for all the comments and continuous support it means a lot to me mwah<33.

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The moment he saw you he knew he wanted to claim you. He craved to have every inch of you, your body, mind, and soul everything. You were just standing there in a pretty white dress that fell to the middle of your thighs with a matching flower in your hair. The sign of your purity and innocence. He's going to have fun corrupting you. Oddly enough he was at a work event when he saw you you're the younger sister of some nobody at his job. He could almost remember the smell of your perfume as he walked past you on purpose. He probably did that 5 times that night just so he could catch a whiff.

He didn't mean to take it this far but it's too late now it's been 2 months since your first encounter. It's been a month since he's started following you and every day since then he's been inside your apartment. He's been taking it all in the familiar smell of lavender infiltrates his nose each time. His desire for you grows with each passing day and it doesn't get easier. It's getting harder and harder to do his daily tasks at his lab in Alchemax. He now associates you with the color white, so even as he puts on his white lab coat, he's having trouble thinking straight. He needs to be buried in that cunt of yours sooner or later or he's going to lose his mind. He wants to taste you from the inside out just the mere image of you on your knees is all he pictures when he's chasing his high bucking into his hand like a madman. He will figure out a way to claim you if that's the last thing he does. And it shouldn't be hard because he always gets what he wants.

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It's the fourth day of the week and if you are correct one of your underwear will go missing today. This has been happening for almost 2 months now. Whoever is stealing them is very calculated and smart too. They only do it every 2 weeks on the fourth day. It's crazy how they thought you wouldn't notice it's your underwear for goodness sake not to mention your toys are in here so of course you're going to open this drawer at least 2 or maybe 3 times a day. You knew something was off when you picked up an unfamiliar smell. It wasn't off-putting in the slightest but you knew that something was up. Every day for the past two months this smell would find its way into your home every time after you leave. At first, you didn't know what it was, but you knew that it wasn't coming from you. Every time you came home the intoxicating smell of chemicals and rosewood abused your nose. It was subtle, the rosewood overpowering the chemical smell. At first, you thought that maybe someone was trying to poison you or do something crazy but that wasn't the case.

You started picking up on the slight changes around your home, the things that you left crooked magically turning straight. And it happened in each room: the kitchen, the dining room, your living room, the bathroom, and your bedroom. It was so obvious it's like they wanted you to know that they were there in your space in your home every day. The most logical thing to do is notify the police but would they really believe you if your only evidence is that your underwear is missing and your place is suddenly neat?

You don't know what to do, there's no way you could trap them. Truthfully, you don't even know how they get in if all your windows and your door are locked. You asked your neighbors if they've seen anyone coming into your house and they all just gave you weird looks and told you no. Like any normal person, you should be scared but you aren't honestly the idea of somebody taking all this interest in you makes you feel wanted. You've been alone for so long that you can't remember what it feels like to be wanted and craved by a person. God, you've really gone insane, haven't you?