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Pilot Miguel - Part 3 - Te Necesito

It's your first full day in Acapulco and you wake up to a rather... interesting surprise...

Word count - 3740

Contains : Mentions of smut (steamy moment and mention of masturbation

This fic will have smut, but not in this chapter. Minors DNI

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You wake the next morning. Your room is almost pitch black apart from the slight glow around the blackout curtains. The gentle hum of air conditioning has been a constant noise all night, keeping you comfortable as you sleep peacefully.

The plans for today consist of eating, relaxing and sunbathing. Maybe throw in a dash of swimming in the hotel’s large, curvy pool, complete with its own waterfall feature.

Your phone buzzes as your Do Not Disturb disables itself. Picking it up, you check to see what notifications you have missed. Some are from Instagram - bound to be some late responses to your snaps of the beach you took yesterday. Oh… hang on… you also have several massages from… Miguel?

Your heart pounds as you wonder what his messages contained. Looking at the number of notifications, it seems odd that a quiet and reserved character suddenly had a lot to say to send ten texts.

The Messages app loads and you tap on your conversation with him and your jaw drops. You start reading the first text from him. And the next - and the next…

“I think I like you.”

“No. I know I like you.”

“Actually, I want u.”

“I neeed youu.”

“Fuk texting is hard when ur drunk, hanng om”

Your mind races even more when you see the next messages aren’t texts - they’re voice notes!

A shaky manicured finger presses play on the first one and you’re instantly met with a loud moan.

“(Y/N), I’m sorry for being a dick this morning. Just wanted to get that off my chest— mhmm…” he pauses for a second to take a heavy, shaky breath.

There are certain indistinguishable noises in the background, giving you a sneaking suspicion he’s in the middle of something…

“You smell so good by the way. I want to sniff that pretty neck of yours before I kiss it, bite it— mhmmm… suck on it.”

Those words, those moans… they go straight to your core. And you're certain by now he was playing with himself as he sent that voice note.

You press play on the next one.

“(Y/N), I want to hear your pretty little voice call out my name. I’ve not heard you bless me with that gift yet and I’m dying to hear it. Mhhhmmfuuuck…”

You don’t know what’s sexier, the desperate words of his desire, or his lusty moans. A series of strong, delicious pulses radiate from your core.

You press play on the next one.

“Chiquita, por favor. Escuchame. Mhmm… sí… sí…” (Little one, please. Listen to me. Yes… yes)

His voice breaks as he clearly put more effort into what he was doing. You can hear the jangling of the metallic links in his watch strap with every aggressive stroke.

The level of sexy turns up a notch too as he introduces speaking Spanish to you.

“Mi bonita, Parker’s right - don’t tell him I said that though. I need a damn good fuck and I want it with you so fucking bad-! Mierda! Por favor - mi chiquita - por fav-“

The message ends abruptly, and you see why, because the next and final communication from him is an actual video.

Pressing play, you see a bleary eyed, slightly dazed Miguel, lips parted as he moans exquisitely.

“Bonita…” he pants heavily, “you did this, bonita…”

He turns the camera to span down his defined chest, toned abs and then to his hips as he lays flat on his bed. You can’t stop yourself from squealing in absolute shock as you see his massive, hard cock twitching and dripping with his cum. Then the camera returns to his face.

“Te necesito…” (I need you)

The video ends. You stare at the final image, the cell phone screen glaring back into your face. His words circling your mind like a sexy carousel, making you press your thighs together.

This is outrageously insane. You’re certain that he’s going to wake up this morning and regret the whole thing. He’ll never be able to look you in the eye again. Fuck, you won’t ever see him in the same light either…

You have heard, and seen him in an extremely vulnerable and intimate moment. A feeling of guilt flashes through you as you know you kept listening and watching when you didn’t have to. But you were curious, not to mention you’re now left feeling incredibly turned on by it all.

After showering, you pick up your favourite bikini from your case and put it on. Then you grab an almost see through dress that is supposed to be worn over the top of your swimsuit. The smooth material caresses your skin as you walk, leaving your room.

Your eyes flit over to Miguel’s door as you feel tempted to knock. But he’s probably nursing a hangover and won’t thank you for the disturbance.

The sound of your flip flops slapping the underside of your feet with every step echoes down the corridor before you stop to summon the lift.

Miguel lays on his front, sprawled out on the bed, head buried in his pillow. His massive biceps flex as his arms support the underside of the soft bag of feathers, cradling him as he sleeps. The clean, white bed sheet drapes over his perfectly shaped ass, leaving his broad shoulders and back exposed to the conditioned air.

Eventually the repetitive sound of his phone buzzing finally disturbs his slumber. A deep, muffled groan comes out from somewhere within the pillow.

His head pounds. Five beers might have been too much for someone who doesn’t really drink all that often. He was desperate last night to forget. Forget about the crappy divorce stuff, forget about his disappointing life. Now, he regrets being so stupid thinking that beer will solve his problems.

The phone buzzes again and a swift hand swipes it from the table before he rolls onto his back, making the room spin.

He unlocks his phone after picking it up. Big mistake. The bright glare went directly into his brain.

“Shit…” he grumbles as he squints.

Then he feels his blood drain from his face. If he wasn’t lying down he might have passed out.

Before him, on his phone are ten messages sent from him to you the night before. Ten highly embarrassing and downright shocking revelations sent your way and he hardly remembers doing it.

He squirms as he sees he actually sent a video. This can’t be good… A large index finger clumsily prods the play button and he watches himself back, almost dropping his phone when the video shows his spent cock. He locks the device instantly and presses it facedown against the mattress.

“SHIT!”

Panic rises within him as his large hands cover his face, to hide himself from the shame.

Maybe you haven’t seen it yet… Grabbing the phone once more, he unlocks it, swears at how bright his screen is again and sees that you left the messages on read almost two hours ago.

“FUCK!”

What an absolute mess. What the hell is he going to do? He half expects an email from HR after you, quite understandably so, report him for being highly inappropriate.

One day. One fucking day into his new job and he’s done something totally fucking stupid like this. Could this be a new fastest record for getting fired?

He has to think of damage control, and quickly. But how can he come back from this? He has shared his beer fuelled, explicit desires and bared all - quite literally to you.

He plays his voice notes back, to know exactly what he said to you. The level of cringe he feels is so awful, he wishes the mattress of his bed will open up and swallow him whole.

The fact you left it on read too, he worries you might have passed out in shock. But then again, what could you possibly say in return to make him feel better? Maybe that you want him too…?

Miguel shakes his head - and instantly regrets it as a large painful throb pulsed within his skull. No! He was drunk last night. That’s all it was. That was the beer talking. It was only yesterday that he stopped being someone else’s husband. It is far too soon. But it's no good telling himself that. He’s got to find you and put things right.

Ten minutes later, he leaves his room, stuffing his phone and keycard in his pockets and straightens his light blue button up t-shirt.

As he stands in the descending lift, he nervously thinks about what he’s going to say. That’s if he can find you. You said you were intending on doing nothing. Perhaps he should have checked your room first, but there might not be anything stopping him from retreating back into his room again like a coward.

He tries the bar first but it’s empty. Next, he goes to the first floor and walks out of the lobby to search the pool area. Ahead of him is a bridge that spans across the pool, leading to the beach. As he walks, his head turns left and right, looking at the few sun lounger occupants.

Panic sets in as he eventually spots you to his left, his heart beating wildly in his chest and his stomach twisting into knots.

You look different, almost unrecognisable with your hair down, no makeup and… wearing a sexy bikini that barely covers your body.

His panic and hesitation overrides his brain. He keeps walking, hoping you don’t see him and he can pretend to go for a walk on the beach. Meanwhile, his gaze remains on you. Partially watching to see if you do look up at him but also checking you out.

He knows he should be approaching the bridge by now, but it never comes. His dumb ass veers slightly to the left of it and steps out over nothing but water.

Every muscle jars as he can’t feel the floor beneath his striding foot but it’s too late, his momentum has carried him too far forward to pull back.

Your eyes suddenly snap open when you hear a short yelp and a large splash right after. Sitting up, the book you had been reading falls off your chest and into your lap.

The water rocks violently at the epicentre of the splash, waves ripple outwards to calmer parts of the pool. Suddenly an absolutely drenched man stands up gasping for breath as his soaked clothes cling tightly to his body, particularly around his chest, waist and hips.

You clasp your hands over your mouth when you see that it’s Miguel. Rising from the sun lounger, you begin to make your way to the poolside.

As you approach, you hear the uttering of bad language, both in English and Spanish coming from him as he wipes his sopping wet hair from his face.

“Oh my goodness, are you okay?” you ask, the shock of the moment temporarily replacing the memory of what you saw this morning.

Kneeling on the side of the pool, you reach out for him so you can help him out. But he doesn’t take your hand. You know for yourself that he’s not going to drown, the water he stands in only comes up to the top of his legs, which would be the height of your waist.

“I’m fine…” he splutters as he places his hands on the side of the pool next to you and in one swift movement, he’s out and standing - something only shorties like yourself can only dream of doing.

As you stand up again, he pats his drenched shorts to check his pockets for his phone and key. They’re still there. He pulls out the smart device and inspects it.

“Oh God, is your phone ruined?”

His thumb presses the lock button to wake it up. The screen comes on just fine.

“Looks to be okay, it’s waterproof so it better be…”

His voice trails off. As he suspected, he can’t look you in the eye. How come you haven’t come up to him and slapped him? You’re being so sweet and caring. He feels you’d be easier to deal with if you were mad.

“Let’s get you back to your room so you can change,” you suggest as you feel water dripping from his clothes and splashing against the slabs beside the pool.

“I’m - I’m fine…” Miguel replies trying to step away but you catch his lower arm.

“Don’t be silly, look at the state of you! You’re soaked. Come on. I insist.”

He groans with reluctance but he lets you quickly grab your things from your sun lounger and return to him.

As the both of you walk side by side back into the hotel, there’s an embarrassing squelch with every one of his footsteps in his flip flops. Observing him as he enters the lift, you see him flinch at the bright lights.

“Hungover?” you ask as your eyes wander over his soaked frame, taking in every curve of his muscles and beads of pool water resting amongst the fine hairs on his firm, soft skin.

“Hmm…” he hums in response with a gentle nod, still not looking at you.

“I’ll get you some painkillers,” you reply as you both step out of lift after it arrives on your floor.

“(Y/N), we need to talk,” Miguel suddenly blurts out as you’re about to press your keycard into your door.

You knew this was coming and you pause before opening the door to your room.

“I know, but let’s get you dry first.”

After grabbing some painkillers for his headache, you enter his open room. He’s already pottering about in his bathroom as you close the door behind you. Two capsules sit next to a bottle of water on his bedside table ready for him to take when he comes out.

As you wait for him, you look around his room. A small collection of Corona bottles sits on the table in front of his bed and some of his clothes lay strewn across the floor

Without thinking, you pick up his pilot shirt, smooth down the creases and hang it up in his little wardrobe space. Next, you pick up his trousers and hang them up neatly too. The purple tie catches your eye, still done up, but loose, also discarded on the floor.

The sound of bare feet padding along the tiled hotel room floor emerges from the ensuite. Miguel, who’s now fully dressed and dry, stops as he watches you pick up his tie, then, his eyes wander to the hangers, holding up his clothes.

“(Y/N), you didn’t need to do that,” he mumbles as he then spots the painkillers you left out for him.

“But, thanks,” he adds, he doesn’t want to sound ungrateful for your help.

The mattress of his bed dips low as he takes a seat, puts both tablets in his mouth and downs them with a large gulp of water.

“You’re welcome,” you reply as you take a seat at the table in his room.

“I’m glad you’re here actually,” he pauses as he moves himself to the end of his bed so he can see you, but keep a good distance between the both of you.

You sit in silence and watch him intently, trying to push the image of the video out of your mind. But with your well practised, approachable demeanour, you keep him calm.

Placing both his huge hands together, as if he’s pleading, he begins to talk.

“First and foremost, I want to apologise for the way I conducted myself last night. It was highly inappropriate of me and I wouldn’t be mad if you have already reported me to HR…” he begins but his hands remain flatly pressed against one another.

“If you haven’t done so already, then I simply ask that you don’t? I know - I have no right to. There is no excuse and it was wrong. I had too much to drink - a rare occurrence for me, I swear.”

He takes a heavy, shaky breath.

“Life has been very sucky lately and I guess I forgot myself…” he pauses as he realises he’s jabbering about his personal life.

“As I said, there’s no excuse. Delete my number, block me, or whatever. It’s one hundred percent justified and I’ll never bother you again.”

Silence falls between the both of you as you take in his apology. You remember seeing that mark on his left ring finger, as if he used to wear a band but has recently taken it off.

“I haven’t gone to HR,” you simply reply, “don’t worry.”

His body practically dissolves at your words of reassurance, the tension within him melts away. He’s not losing his job at least, yet… However he still feels major embarrassment.

“Have you recently gone through a divorce or something?” you ask, his tension returns with a vengeance.

“How did you…?”

“Your ring finger…” you answer his question before he’s even asked it.

Miguel glances down at his left hand. Sure enough, the ghost of his wedding band, clear as day. A visible reminder of his failure. He just simply nods but keeps his gaze off of you.

While you can see he’s clearly feeling bad about his separation, you feel slightly relieved. He’s technically back on the market, if he wishes to be. And maybe when he’s in a better headspace, there may be a chance for you? That’s a nice thought, but something to consider later on. The guy is clearly going through a tough time.

“Is that why you were in a mood during the flight yesterday?”

He thinks for a moment, pondering your question. Taking a deep breath he begins to answer.

“Yes and no. I’m normally like this to be honest. Serious - no messing around, boring I can imagine Parker describing me…”

“Pfft!” you suddenly erupt with laughter.

The Captain is not wrong, that is what Peter would say. A slightly crooked smile breaks across his lips as he hears you laugh. Things can’t be that bad between the both of you and you clearly don’t hate him.

“You and Peter seem pretty close… Are you um…” he starts to ask, but wusses out at the last second, however you realise what he means.

“Oh, God no! He’s funny, yes, charming too, but he’s married and has a kid. We just get on well.”

You said the ‘M word’. His gaze drops again.

“Married huh? Lucky him,” he mumbles, but you’re not sure whether he actually means that or if he’s being sarcastic.

A sympathetic smile spreads across your face.

“I’m sorry that you’re having a terrible time. If you ever need to vent, just text me-”

Miguel suddenly raises his hands to his face and flops against his bed. The image of that video pops into his mind when you mention texting you.

“Ahhh fuck! I can’t believe I did that. I’m such a fucking idiot!”

You stand and approach the foot of his double bed.

“Hey! Hey! It’s fine.”

“It’s not fine.”

You reach and grab his arm to pull him back up, but he’s heavier than you realise.

“I said, it’s fine.”

“But you saw-”

“I know what I saw and it’s fine.”

His head lifts up from the bed as you insist on pulling him up. Parts of him wishes that you were complimenting the part of him that he drunkenly dared to show you last night in his video, but deep down he knows you’re just saying that what happened is water under the bridge.

Finally, the Captain relents and sits back up. The embarrassment still remains, but you have taken the edge off of it.

“So, what are you planning to do tonight then?” you ask as you take a seat next to him on the bed.

“Hmmm…” he hums pensively, “not drinking.”

Another sweet giggle fills the air as you find his response funny.

“You seem more talkative with some beer in you though.”

“Ha! Don’t tempt me,” he replies with a slight chortle.

“No, tonight will be alcohol free. I’m not making that mistake again…”

Miguel falls silent again, his thoughts running away with him.

“Thanks - by the way.”

“For what?”

“Offering to be someone to vent to. I’m not really one to vent and cry on people’s shoulders, but I appreciate the sentiment.”

You give him a gentle nudge with your elbow, making him turn to face you.

“Well, maybe you can try it. New life, new job, new you?”

He huffs as he smiles, showing off his white but slightly crooked teeth. You find his smile cute and makes you feel warm inside, even if it is brief.

“I like that,” he pauses as he thinks about your suggestion.

“Maybe I’ll give it a shot. I’m just not really good at… talking.”

“Doesn’t hurt to try.”

“I suppose it doesn’t…”

The back and forth continues between the both of you until you finally fix up plans for the evening. Miguel seems open for another night of quiet dining and socialising with just you, or maybe Peter, at a push.

You decide to give Miguel a break and close the curtains for him so he can take a nap to sleep off his hangover. Before you leave, you give him a gentle pat on the back that partially turns into a soothing rub over his shoulder.

“I’ll see you later…” you whisper to him with a sweet smile and he watches you leave his room.

Now completely alone, his hand goes to his shoulder, tracing his fingers along where you stroked him, trying to replicate that sensation. Eventually he shakes his head, strips off and crawls into bed to take a much needed nap.

Closing your door behind you, you decide to take your phone out and unlock it. Biting your lip, you quietly play the video back again and listen to his voice notes. The desperation and need in his voice does things to you.

It’s not fair that he had all the fun, just thinking about you, and you didn’t get to join in. But your quiet time alone now is going to fix that, as you play those sound files and that video over and over… and over until you come undone to your skillful fingers…

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helnjk · 4 years ago

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Fred Weasley

fluff/angst ❀

royally screwed (series) - @lumos-barnes

enemies to lovers? infuriating conversations? PRINCE!FRED? sign me up baby

in the summer sun - @parseltongueswriting

slight hurt/comfort. slice of life fic 🥺💕 based off of an ask that i sent & i love it sm

secrets i have held in my heart - @parseltongeswriting

i have no words for this fic. none. i just love it so much.

mirrorball - @gcdric

the absolute softness of this. unparalleled.

happiness, i’m sorry you’ve been on hold - @iliveiloveiwrite

probably the first fred fic i ever fell in love with. postwar!fred & muggle!reader.

blessed be the mystery of love - @mitsukui

the writing here is absolutely positively GORGEOUS. fred writing love letters to reader. so lovely. so soft.

falling - @vogueweasley

delicious angst that breaks your heart and then fluff that puts it back together again.

lights up - @vogueweasley

unbelievably well written. postwar!fred who is cheeky and confident and everything i want in a man. amen.

meet the weasleys - @weelittleweasley

american!reader. feels like being wrapped up in a cozy blanket. i love this family sm.

i’m low on gas and you need a jacket - @whizboingies

i cannot put into words how much this makes me scream. i want it. i want it so bad.

but, part of me’s unending, hear it say ‘i love you’ - @whizboingies

ultimate comfort fic & soft freddie 🥺

smut ☽

all that jazz - @slytherinsunrise

no words. deliciously hot. filthy. absolutely loved it.

hate to think about you with somebody else - @spacexcowgirl

jealous!fred 🥵 so hot. and then it gets so soft at the end. goodbye.

nine lives - @darthwheezely

did not know i needed this fic until i read it. mmmmmmmffffffmmmmm.

all tied up and nowhere to go - @wand3ringr0s3

porn with no plot. bondage & sex toys. amen.

anything she wants - @lumosandnoxwriting

ceo!fred. no other words. head empty after reading this.

put a ring on it - @lumosandnoxwriting

porn with a plot?? yes. yes absolutely. deliciously soft AND smutty.

George Weasley

fluff/angst ❀

potions and constellations - @iliveiloveiwrite

postwar!george trying to figure out his place in the world, unexpectedly finds love 🥺 it makes my heart soar

the perfect arrangement (series) - @lumos-barnes

bridgerton!au. arranged marriage. mutual pining. miscommunication. need i say more??

a bit too loud - @lupinsclassroom

soft and sweet. slight hurt/comfort. georgie here is just the best 😭

bunny rabbits & a clover patch - @parseltongeswriting

best friends to lovers!! so gorgeously written i could cry.

cross the line - @cruciostyles

best friends to lovers. tooth rotting fluff. need i say more?

forever is a long time without you (series) - @cruciostyles

parent trap au. i love this sm u have no idea. it’s just the right amount of nostalgia and mystery. chefs kiss.

let me take care of you - @george-fabian-weasley

comfort!! fic!! with george!! all i need in the world.

worth fighting for - @spacexcowgirl

delicious break up/make up & there was only one bed. and a beach trip?? yes please.

driver’s license - @wand3ringr0s3

title says it all. makes my heart ache painfully.

call me when you’re sober - @lumosandnoxwriting

delicious angst. i can’t even explain. happy ending that’s just the right amount of softness. love this.

smut ☽

birthday suit - @mitsukui

absolutely filthy. absolutely. this lives in my head rent free 24/7.

pixels - @slytherinsunrise

phone sex with george? sign me UP. i would like this in my life thanks.

video game lover - @lumosandnoxwriting

gamer!geroge. need i say more?

Charlie Weasley

a weasley christmas - @constantlydiscombobulated

first charlie fic i ever read. literally began my simp journey. this fic makes me unbelievably happy.

Ron Weasley

finding a light (series) - @gryffindors-weasley

so so so so beautifully written. makes my heart flutter and my chest hurt. postwar!ron falling in love.

Harry Potter

fingers and toes - @iliveiloveiwrite

the first harry fic i ever read. dad!harry. unbelievably sweet. had tears in my eyes reading this ngl.

Sweater Weather & Coast to Coast

o’knutzy babysitting - @prohibitionincurls

do i need to explain more? this was so delightfully fluffy

value isn’t always numeric - @prohibitionincurls

my head thinks this is canonically c2c bc of how well written it is. i love it. it makes my chest hurt and my heart ache

winging it (series) - @prohibitionincurls

i love this. adding an oc to the universe is positively wonderful.

Jily

hope (is all i have) - @startanewdream

jily lives!au. james struggles with being a parent and worrying for harry’s safety. gut-wrenching, delicious angst.

you can hear it in the silence - @alrightginger

jily. deaf!lily. soulmates au. so so so tender and sweet. type of fic that you could read multiple times and not get sick of.

door dash - @mppmaraudergirl

american!au. both of them arrive at a house at the same time, holding door dash orders.

Miscellaneous

little red - @harpyloon

sirius black & ginny weasley friendship. hinny. absolutely positively cheeky, well written, and lovely.

my tears ricochet - @gcdric

estranged/death eater weasley!sister fic. gut wrenching angst. i read it when i want to cry & not be comforted.

weasley!sister (series) - @gcdric

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