Miguel O'Hara x Reader [one-shots]

WHIMPERS [S]

I TRIED TO play hard to get. It wasn't easy—not when it came to a guy like Miguel O'Hara. It was honestly unfair that a man would get so much attention just for being attractive, but here he was, looking like a Greek god in all of his glory.

I wouldn't say that I'm the most attractive girl. I think that sometimes I can be pretty, maybe even beautiful, but I don't think that I'm capable of being on the same level as the beautiful girls I see everyday on social media and whatnot.

Apparently, to Miguel, I'm completely wrong in that aspect. So much so that I had to be proven wrong—personally.

His fingers dig into my skin o hard, I'm sure they'll be bruised by the end of the night. Stripped of all my clothes, Miguel wasted no time in showing me just how wrong I am in thinking I wasn't the prettiest girl in the world.

I know a part of me will never believe it, but gosh, the way he's thrusting into me and whispering the filthiest things into my ear makes me believe it wholeheartedly for the moment.

I bite my lip, my eyes rolled back and my back arched. My legs are shaking, loose around his waist. His forehead presses against my temple, his mouth hovering over my cheek.

Miguel has made me cum four times already, and that supposedly, isn't enough. His dick plows in and out of me, over and over again, making me see stars.

Moans and whimpers escape my throat the same time groans and praises leave him. According to him, I'm his "good girl" and his "perfect little slut."

And fuck me, if that doesn't turn me on more.

My arms wrap loosely around him, my eyes fluttering as he keeps going. I clench around him numerous times, most naturally, causing his groans to sound louder and grittier.

My hips buck as he went faster, harder, and deeper, a louder moan leaving me. I'm usually quiet in the bedroom—it was second nature—but the simple fact is that Miguel brought out the pleasure so much, I can't hold back.

"Fuck—fuck, Miguel," I whine, breathless and panting. He's going so deep, kissing my cervix with his tip.

The moment he goes in so deep I nearly scream, my nails dig into his back. And there, I found myself in a paradise I never wanted to escape because, Miguel—big, strong, masculine Miguel—whimpered.

He fucking whimpered.

A moan leaves me the moment he whimpers, my nails scratching farther down his back. I feel his eyes flutter against my skin as his whimpers and groans grew louder.

"Fuck—fuck, shit, baby," he whimpers, fucking me harder and faster. "So fucking good. Want you so bad— need you so bad; fuck. Love this—Love all of you—oh, fuck..."

My jaw drops and I shudder as my nails run deeper into his skin and trailed down, my orgasm hitting me so fast I jolt up. Miguel's body keeps me almost completely firm against him, my body shaking below his.

It takes him all but a few seconds to cum right after I do, his body shaking and whimpers leaving his mouth. He pumps his seed inside of me, breeding me inside out.

It takes both of us a while to regain our composure, his dick pumping—what seems endless—seed into me while my body jolted and trembled.

His breaths and soft whines are in my ear as he keeps thrusting softly, drawing out both of our highs, no matter how sensitive we both are.

The moment our shakes reduce, Miguel's lips find my cheek and then my lips. My eyes flutter open, staring up at him with half-lidded eyes.

His cheeks were red, and it's the first time he looks completely vulnerable. I smile softly and reach up, my finger running over his cheek before moving to his bottom lip.

"Gonna make you whimper like that again," I whisper, meeting his eyes again after staring at his lips.

"Yeah?" He questions, his voice soft and slightly raspy. His face still has some traces of embarrassment, and he  looks so cute with his flushed cheeks.

"Yeah," I nod, licking my lips. "Hottest thing I ever heard."

"Good," I hear the breath of relief that leaves him as he slowly pulls out of me, drawing out a whiny exhale from me.

I yelp as he flips me over, my ass in the air and his pelvis right against it. He hand grips the roots of my hair, pulling me up softly. He bites the top of my ear as he slowly pushes in, making my eyes roll back.

"Cause you're the hottest thing I ever seen," he suddenly pushes my head into the pillow, pulls all the way out, before slamming back in.

A loud moan and shudder leaves me.

"And you better fuckin' believe it."