#idk! I just had this urgency to write something intimately romantic with this grumpy grump! 🥺🥺

[mrsoharaa]

𝑾𝒂𝒏𝒕.

characters: Miguel O'Hara x Reader

content warnings: none all fluff!, extremely intimate!, growing tension, intense pinning.

He gently, almost desperately, holds your plush cheeks and hovers his full, torrid lips inches away from yours. Brimming, cardinal irises beam directly down at you through the shrouded darkness that wavered over the both of you, as he mutters something under his husky breath.

Your eyes trail to his volumed, lush lips, swiftly drawing back up to those luminous eyes of his. Lulling you every time you would gaze into them with such infatuation and allurement.

"Miguel?..." your breath was hardly audible, barely enough volume in your soften tone for him to hear. But he could repeatedly hear the soothing, mesmerizing sound of your melodic voice speaking his name in such a low, gentle tone. Nearly squeezes at his pulsing heart and makes his head spiral in an erratic fritz.

His fingers caress tightly amongst your tender, delicate flesh. Mumbling and grumbling even more heftily under his weighted breaths.

You tilt your head a bit, inching your body closer to his as your own hands found their placement onto his strong cheekbones.

"...Either you tell me what it is that you want...or I can leave you alone" you murmur pliantly, your body practically molded against his for how close you had gotten to him. Forcing out a stammered grunt from the depths of his throat, the mere contact of your supple, silky skin brazing over his- melding his troubled mind into a complete daze of enchantment.

The thought of you leaving him alone fiddled wildly at his hectic mind, kneading violently at his beating heart. He hated that thought. He never wants you to leave him be. Your company meant so much to him, more then anybody else's. But he could never admit to that.

His sturdy gaze refocuses back into those polished, beautiful eyes of yours. Eventually tracing back down to the plush mounts of your luring lips.

His thick brows knit tightly together as he exhales a heavy gruff, pulling you closer to his soaring frame with the clasp on your warm cheeks in his rough hands.

Practically stills your head, forcing eye contact as he brushes his thumbs along the flaccidity of your skin.

"...You're really going to make me say it?" his smooth voice finally echos into your buzzing ears, insinuating swarms of butterflies deep within the pit of your fluttering stomach.

"I need to hear you say it..." you softly whisper, smoothing out your palms along his flexing cheeks.

"I need to hear you say what it is that you want..." you repeat delicately, eyes strolling from the steady glare of his piercing optics to the contracting structure of his tense jawline.

He hums deeply, guiding your right hand to the placidity of his balmy lips, his eyes focusing on your radiant face.

"What I want I cannot have…" he states softly, almost melancholy placing subtle kisses upon your comforting palm. His free hand trailing down to the midst of your lower back, pinning you more strictly against his looming figure.

Brushes the pliancy of his warm lips down to the underside of your frail wrist, drawing supple shapes at the lower of your slightly arched back.

"But even just for tonight--" he takes the pad of his index finger and thumb to tenderly cup at your chin, raising your head to meet his flooding expression of dire yearn and want.

"...I suppose I can selfishly indulge myself into you...just for tonight" he whispers in such a gentle, low tone. Lowering himself to angle perfectly, directly at your plump lips, wallowing in the basking beauty that he had always found himself attracted too.

One, he could not afford to discard from his crucial duties to claim as his own.