Miguel O'Hara x Reader Oneshots

Possessive - Dark Miguel/Part 2

After a heavenly shower, you came back out into the apartment and found Miguel making up the guest room. The bed looked just as heavenly as the shower felt. He turned and smiled seeing you cleaned up. He handed you some clean clothes, it was one of his shirts and some boxers.

'I'll get you some better clothes soon, sweetheart,' he said as you nodded. You looked at him before he turned around to let you get changed.

When he turned around again his eyes were glued to you in his shirt and boxers. He stepped forward and gently placed his hands on your hips.

'Miguel?' you whispered.

'Shh, it's okay,' he whispered back as his eyes roamed over your figure.  He gently rubbed your hips through his shirt and smiled. 'You've lost a lot, haven't you, little one?' he asked as you nodded a little, he could see you were nervous. He gently rubbed your hip again. 'I'm not going to hurt you, Y/N. And I would never force you to do anything you didn't want to, okay?' he asked as you nodded a little. He smiled and kissed your forehead. 'Get some rest, sweetheart. I'll stay while you rest,' he said as you nodded again and he reluctantly let go. You slowly moved away from him, making sure not to make any sudden movements like he was a wild animal. You crawled onto the bed and cuddled up into the soft blankets. Miguel smiled softly. 'Get some rest, sweetheart.'

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You awoke when the scent of something cooking hit your nose. It smelled better than anything you'd had in a long time. You stumbled out of the guest room to see Miguel cooking dinner. You yawned and rubbed your eyes as he looked up and smiled.

'There you are, sleepyhead,' he said with a smile. You felt like you could get used to a life like this, was that wrong of you?

'What are you making?' you asked shyly as he smiled.

'Pozole, it's a type of soup. It'll help you get your strength back,' he said. You shuffled forward and glanced into the pot he was stirring. He scooped up a little and blew on it to cool it down before he held it to your lips. You looked at him and tasted the soup, it tasted amazing.

'It tastes amazing,' you whispered making him chuckle softly. He leaned in and kissed your forehead again.

'I'm glad you like it. Can you set the table, babygirl?' he asked. You nodded and moved around the kitchen to set the dining table. You didn't want to admit it but you'd always craved a domestic life like this. You'd been alone and on the run for so long. 'Darling?'

'Sorry, did you say something?'

'You look like you're deep in thought, sweetheart,' he said as you placed the cutlery down and looked up.

'Just thinking about our whole situation here. You know the whole you kind of kidnapping me,' you said. Miguel sighed as he began to plate up dinner.

'I didn't kidnap you. I saved you from a life of running and being on the streets. I could let you go back to that if you want,' he said as you crossed your arms and looked away.

'I didn't say that. I don't know, it's just a lot to think about. You're a stranger and now I'm just living with you?' you said. He placed the plates down on the table before gently lifting your chin.

'I know it's fast and a lot to take in, but I can see you need someone to care for you. I need someone to care for,' he said. He ran his thumb over your cheek as you nuzzled into his hand. 'Stop thinking and just let me care for you, sweetheart.'

You looked up at him, your eyes softening.

'Okay, I'll let you care for me.'