#hoping back onto my Miggy thirst bs!

[mrsoharaa]

Ꮺ ❥ 𝑱𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆

characters: Miguel O'Hara x Reader

content warnings: MDNI +18 ONLY, biting, dry humping, slight swearing, Miguel being needy.

a/n: this was not meant to be this long I swear lmaooo. I kinda got carried away with this....oof, but I definitely do NOT regret it. this one...this one made me claw at my sheets and hurdle into my blanket ngl lool. (also this isn't entirely proofread, too lazy, was rushing towards the end ngl...sooo...sorry for any errors!) but, enjoy! ( ദ്ദി ͡º ꒳ ͡º)✧

"Are you...sure you're okay with this? you don't have to do this..." his sleek voice rumbles in a soothe, concerned monotone. A waft of warm, enticing sensation slightly coils through your veins at the sheer gentleness and care in his smooth tone.

A small smile jests at the corners of your supple lips, gently unzipping the back of your suit, gliding down the stretchy fabric down just mid length of your shoulders and turn your back to face him. Your bare, tantalizing skin open to his roaming, cardinal eyes. The impervious, carnal desire to greedily tame it for himself, gnawing at the roughen layer of his beautiful brazen flesh. Practically digs his protracted claws deep into the callous of his tightening fists.

A soften chuckle hardly brushes pass your lips, still displaying your tender, silken vulnerability to his hungry eyes. Your head barely makes it over the strut of your right bare shoulder, pliable irises delicately gazing over at the towering, stifled man fighting every nerve thrashing urge to smother you entirely with his ascending hunger and thickening lust for you.

"If I wasn't okay with this Miguel, I wouldn't be here now would I?" the soft little glint of approval in your glossed, bewitching eyes and those simple, humbled words of utter assurance was all he needed to heed before taking a step or two closer towards you.

The drastic difference of height between you both still amazes you to this day (you can never get over it, you relished the feeling of being completely and utterly small to someone thrice the size of you...especially when it was him). The overcast of his soaring, brawny frame looms over you from behind, noting the intricate silhouette details of his pretty slicked back hair, wide, broaden shoulders and a slim figure that dipped ever so perfectly just below the waist always insinuated some sort of buzzing sensation through the midst of your fluttering, smaller body.

You exhale a low breath, twitching slightly to the sudden gentle touch of his larger, wider hands subtly homing onto each side of your tensed arms. Your heart racing frantically against your chest, mind already going fuzzy with accelerated exhilaration and a surge of pulsing thrill.

You tilt your head delicately over towards your left shoulder, exposing more of your gleaming, smooth naked skin to his view. Feeling the sudden tightness of his grip on each side of your arms slightly squeeze, a heavy, hot breath exhales from his full lips.

What a temptress you were.

He carefully weaves some of your loosen darken locks to the opposite side of your shoulder. Giving him a much better view of your luring skin.

Hums ever so deeply within the depths of his solid chest, leans in closer to the exposure of your neck and breathes heftily amongst the delicious, intoxicating aura that resonates from you. Stimulating his already spiked hunger and fervor for you.

With a quick glimpse over your shoulder, you were met with those beautiful pools of sleek ruby staring ever so intently and longingly down at you. Sending yet another wave of enticement and titillation down the stride of your tensed body, the added smoothness of his languid fingers brushing ever so softly, comfortingly along your limbs, only seeping deeper into the heightened, sensitivity of your growing yearning.

He takes in another inhale of your flushed skin, presses his nose just beneath the juncture of your clenching jawline and finally grazes his piercing fangs over along the sweetness of your plush flesh. The overwhelming, candied scent of your radiating aroma only violently routing his clouded carnal thoughts of wretched insatiability.

"Remember what I told you to do when it becomes too much?" his rasp voice drops a couple of octaves, grounded with nothing but over-consuming haste and need clawing through his baritone vocals.

You nodded slowly, inhaling another breath as your eyes peer back to note his dire glare.

Your thighs instinctively push together, skin crawling with arising goosebumps and pivoting elation.

He simply grunts deeply against your skin, breathing over you once more before reaching over the softness of your belly securely, pushing you back against his stern chest and finally sinks his edged fangs deep into the lush of your lavishing, warm flesh.

A steep growl and a sharp inhale through his nostrils fills the air around you. Along with the bitten back, inaudible hitched whine grating harshly down the back of your throat.

Hot waves of surged electricity and a tinge of burn seers all over your quickly heated skin. Your hands instinctively curl into tighten fists as your body hurls closer to the solidity of his firm, slightly hunched stature behind you.

You close your eyes tightly, fighting back the swelling thick tears blurring your vision. The intangible sensation of piercing pain quickly molds into a torrid, mind spluttering euphoria. Quickly washing over the piercing sting of his elongated teeth.

The rumbles and trickling reverberations of his grumbled grunts and elevated growls pings at the growing warm, fluttering sensation drawing all over you. Pushing your trembling thighs ever so tightly against one another with such shaken pressure. The pit of your swarming belly filled with heightened elevation and swelling rapture.

You hastily slump your head to the opposite direction of his nudged face smothered deep into your pulsing skin, lips finding home at the bulge of his flexing bicep.

You whimper more audibly at the accelerating, sweltering simulation coursing through the plain of your punctured neck. Your nails finding refuge on each side of his entrapping, muscular arms that draped around you.

Hardly flaking out your gritted teeth, you subtly skim them against the flimsy holographic fabric that hardly hid any of his protruding muscles. Whisking out yet another stammered groan from you, your nails prying into his suited skin.

Thick brows twitch to the sudden sensation of your nails clawing into him, slowly peers his hazy polished irises and captures the distinguished, rapturous expression drawn across your exquisite face. Reeling him in even more so to his deprived, twisted hunger and craving for you.

Instinctively bucks his hips into yours, earning himself a shaky, breathy moan to expel from your sputtering lips. Groans and huffs ever so heftily against your neck, palms strictly pulling you more closer into his encasing, hulked frame.

"F...fuck" was all that could be heard within the vast, dark vicinity you were both enraptured in. Your poor, smaller body trembles ever so violently when he begins to become more...touchy with you. Strong, wide hands roam curiously, needily along the voluptuous curves of your sweet, addicting body. His prone senses and spider like genes, revving into overdrive to consume you entirely.

Your head starting to become numb, lost into the burning passion of peeked arousal and pinched throbbing. Your hands softly run up the length of his contracting muscles, intricately and sensually, feeling up every crevice, dip and inch of his budging, clothed flesh.

Relishes in the way you caress his rough, rigid body.

Grumbles something deep and incoherent against your perpetual skin. His grip around you tightens as he absentmindedly walks you towards the nearest surface he could guide you to. Feels you stumble a bit as your mid abdomen hurls against the ledge of his office desk, bends you over gently as he continues to feed from your savory neck. Melds his firm hips against yours, sturdily pins you with his body against the cold surface of his once neatly organized desk.

Your palms quick to flatten themselves amongst the cool surface of his desk, chest pressing into the smooth, cold exterior.

"M-Miguel" you weave out a breath, feeling the hounding weight of his body pour down onto your back, his silky lips pressing and smearing ever so deeply into the flush of your pulsating skin.

His wandering hands never leaving your squirming, perfect body. Pulls and grinds you unbashfully against his own figure with such rigor and sensuality.

Your sweet, staggered moans only encourage his notions that much more. Pressing his pulsing bulge against the globe of your lush rear.

His teeth finally detaches from your neck, sheathes in a guttural, almost animalistic like groan against your skin. Too wrapped up in his own depraved rapture of senseless dry fucking you against his desk.

His mouth never parts far from your calling flesh, weighted breaths of pitched grunts and Spanish slurs cradles into the plushness of your neck.

"Joder, te sientes tan bien cariño…me haces tanto bien…" he husks out heavily, pressing the prominent tent of his bulge deep against the shape of your rippling bottom. Sultry, lapsed breaths fan swiftly along your ear. ("Fuck, you feel so good sweetheart…you're doing so good for me…")

"Just...just a little bit longer ok? just hold out a little bit longer for me, yeah? I just...need this...I need you right now- god, I just need you right now...so god damn b-bad" the blazing, enticing words that swindled off his perfect, full lips tremored all down your shuddering body.

Your nails scrapping and clawing pointlessly against the cold surface that pinned you against him.

Cheeks burned of pooling blood rushing to your adoring flesh, legs quaked to his every desperate grind and thrust he'd implore onto you.

After intense, moments of being so blindlessly consumed by the two of yours complete lust and desire for one another, you could feel the prompt halt of his hips messily plunging against yours. A torn, strained heavy grunt of pleasure hotly fuming deep int your heated ear.

Your body twitches sporadically against his stilled, tensed frame. Feeling a damped wetness prod against the upperside of your bottom. His hips gently rubbing against the soften, clothed backside of your body.

The weight of his foggy head slumps down amongst your right shoulder, sloppily yet, tenderly, places genuine, endearing kisses up and down the room of your exposed skin.

"Gracias, preciosa...you're too good for me"