The Sweetest Fruit In The Garden - Part 6
Pairing: Miguel O'hara x Older!Fem!Reader
Genre: Comedy, Fluff, Smut, hints of Angst
Summary: After college Miguel is quick to find a good paying job as an IT technician, he is also popular with the ladies and despite his sometimes grumpy behaviour, his friends are still tolerating him. Life is good. Then why doesn't he feel happy? While visiting his parents in the summer for a few weeks he may just find the only thing missing from his life.
Warnings: swearing, sex, dirty talk, Reader is hot and then cold and it turns Miggy crazy, but poor boy is in l.o.v.e. Didn't proofread.
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You didn't know how long you were asleep, but you woke up feeling like something heavy was on you. As your mind started to clear from the sleep and you opened your eyes, you saw that it was still dark and the only light coming in was from the streetlamps outside. You were laying on your back and you only needed a few seconds to realize what was the weight you felt. Or more like who.
Miguel was really clingy when it came to you, wasn't he? When you looked down you saw his head resting on your chest, as he was laying half on top of you, with one hand hugging your upper body and one of his legs resting on top of yours. He seemed very comfortable and you couldn't stop yourself from lifting your hands to caress his muscular back with one hand and your other was in his hair, smoothing out his thick locks between your fingers.
You closed your eyes, trying to fall back asleep, but soon you felt him take a deep breath in and he hugged you closer to himself, kissing the side of your boob.
"Can't sleep?" - you heard his raspy voice.
"No. Some big ass dude is sleeping on top of me, crushing my lungs." - you answered, still caressing him slowly.
"What an asshole." - he commented, as he lifted his head and pushed himself up a little on the bed to kiss you. - "Maybe he can do something to make you forgive him." - he suggested as his lips traveled to your neck, then you felt him push your legs apart and he started rubbing your clit.
You moaned quietly as your body immediately reacted to him. You were exhausted, your pussy was a bit sore because of his size, but you felt arousal building in your lower belly and you were wet in no time.
"Yeah, he can get lost." - you sighed and pushed your head back more to give him better access to your neck.
"Mhm. He's trying to get lost." - he murmured and you felt his hard cock poke your thigh. - "In your pussy."
You snorted.
"That was terrible."
"Maybe you should make sure I don't talk then." - he said and kissed you again.
You kept him close as you hugged his neck and moaned needily when he climbed fully on top of you and positioned himself at your entrance.
"Let me fuck you, baby. I want you so bad." - he whispered against your lips heatedly.
"I'm still sensitive." - you replied, but you kept kissing him.
"I know, mi amor. If it hurts we'll stop. Promise you tell me."
You nodded and felt him push the tip in. You gasped a little and he stopped moving. You licked deeper into his mouth and guided his hand back to your clit. He started to caress you slowly and when you got even wetter, he pushed deeper.
He tilted his head back to moan and pulled out until only the tip was in, then he rolled his hips forward until he was almost fully in.
"Fuuuuck...!" - you whined and you wrapped your legs around his waist and dig your heels into the spot between his ass and thigh to make him go deeper.
"Shit, carino, feels good?"
"No, I'm a moaning, drenched mess, because it feels fucking horrible."
"Hmm, what every guy wants to hear." - he said and he grabbed both of your hands, and moved them above your head. He intertwined his fingers with yours and looked deep in your eyes as he thrusted inside you hard. - "Like this, you dumb slut?"
You made a sound that was a mix of a moan and a laugh and Miguel smirked as your eyes rolled back, and he set a hard and semi fast tempo.
The only thing you could do was to moan and squeeze him with your legs and hands. You were so wet you could hear everytime he fucked into you and you looked at him when the headboard started slamming against the wall because of his powerful thrusts.
"We're gonna wake the neighbours." - you moaned out.
"If that's your biggest concern, I'm not fucking you good enough." - he grunted.
This wasn't true at all, you just became self conscious when you started hearing it, but then you knew what he meant. He pushed himself up more, putting one hand on the pillow next to your head, and grabbing one of the poles in the headborad with his other and he started slamming his hips so hard into yours, that you were sure the whole city could hear your screams. And maybe your neighbours thought you wanted the bed to go through the wall.
"Oohh, you're being really loud now, chica, what now?"
"Fu... fu... fuck you!" - you moaned, as you tried to hold onto him. If you hurt him by sinking your nails into his back, he either didn't mind or even enjoyed it.
"You're doing it already, chica. You really become dumb when you have a cock inside you." - he grunted, throwing his head back and letting out a low growl. Your thight, wet pussy was gripping his huge cock so hard and he couldn't get enough. He just wanted to fuck your little hole for the end of time.
"Another reason why women are better off without men."
You started moving your hips too. His cock was too much and not enough. He was deeper in you than anyone ever before yet it wasn't enough. More. Everytime your were with Miguel that was the word that played on repeat in your head. More of his cock. More of his kisses, more of his hugs, more of him. It made you mad and made you feel so good at the same time.
"Rude."
He pulled out of you and pushed his hair back from his forehead as he moved a little backwards on his knees. He grabbed your hips and rolled you on your stomach, then he roughly pulled your hips back, until you were on your hands and knees and he entered you again, slowly. He started moving again and his hands caressed you ass, hips, waist and back, until he could feel your walls ease up around him again, then he sped up.
You liked that he wasn't just using your body however he wanted, but made sure that it wasn't uncomfortable for you and that you enjoyed it too. This should be the standard, but unfortunately most men couldn't care less. But then again, Miguel wasn't like most men.
You felt his hands kept going to your ass more than the rest of your body, squeezing your flesh a little, everytime they were there.
"See something you like?" - you asked, arching your back.
You grinned when you heard him chuckle.
"I feel something I like." - he panted, watching as his cock disappeared in you everytime he thrusted forward, then his gaze travelled to your ass and he squeezed the cheeks hard, making you moan. He tilted his head a little as he licked his lips, then slapped one side lightly.
"Oh!" - you let out a surprised cry, and pushed yourself back more into him.
"Look at that." - he murmured, then slapped the other side too a little harder.
"Fuck!"
"Hmmm, naughty girl." - he growled and squeezed you so hard his fingertips sank into your flesh as he started fucking you rougher.
"Miguel, oh my god!" - you sobbed out, as you leaned down to push your face into your pillows.
He felt so good inside you, you felt tears well up in your eyes again and you could only moan and take everything he gave you. You felt him follow you, his chest and stomach rested on your back as he kept fucking you. This way he couldn't pull out much, so it made his thrusts even more devastating.
"Your pussy is squeezing me so hard, chica." - he panted in you ear. - "Feels so good. This pussy was meant to take my cock."
He pushed a hand under you and when he started playing with your clit, you were sure you're gonna pass out. The pillow muffled your screams and he didn't like it. He grabbed it and tossed it to the side.
"Your sounds belong to me, you understand? Don't hide them from me. They're mine. You're mine." - he kept growling in your ear as your cries gained volume. The more he spoke the faster you were pushed towards the edge. Why did you like it so much when he became possessive? - "Fuck, you're close, your pussy is gripping my cock, like it doesn't wanna let it go. You like it when I talk to you like that? You like it when I call you mine?"
This was wrong, you shouldn't have came when he said that, but here you were, moaning and sobbing and pulsing around his thick cock, until he reached his own release and emptied himself inside you with hard, powerful thrusts and low growls.
Fuck, if you weren't cumming already, the sounds he made when he was high on pleasure would surely make you reach your peak in no time.
You felt him pull out and collapse on the bed next to you, panting heavily. You remained on your stomach, but pulled your head back a little from the wet spot on the mattress below your cheek. Jesus.
Miguel turned his head to look at you, as he still tried to level his breathing and he reached out to grab you and pull you closer to him, until you were cuddled close to him, laying half on top of him.
"Good?" - he asked as he started caressing your back and sides.
"I don't think you understand what you're doing to me. I fucking drooled on the mattress while you were fucking me."
Miguel laughed.
"That sounded like you're complaining." - he said and kissed the top of your head.
"I am." - you said in a grumpy voice and sniffled.
He grinned bigger and tilted your head back so he could look at your face. In the dim light he could see your eyes and cheeks sparkling from your tears. Knowing the reason for it made his heart race. He wiped the wetness away with his thumb from both sides.
"Sorry for fucking you good, princesa."
"I can also feel you dripping out of me."
"That's your fault. Told you you shouldn't waste it."
You narrowed your eyes at him and he did the same. Then you both started chuckling.
"Seriously, though, I have to clean myself up." - you said as you started to pull away, then you stopped, and looked at Miguel.
"What?" - he asked.
You turned and switched on the small lamp on your nightstand. You stood up awkwardly, trying to not leak more, and you looked at the bed. You lifted the blanket but you didn't see stains just the fresh one from now.
"Before I fall asleep earlier, did I go to the bathroom?"
"No. I carried you here from the couch, then you passed out immediately."
"How come there are no stains from the previous...?"
"I cleaned you up."
Your eyebrows shot up.
"While I was asleep?"
"Yeah. When I laid beside you and pulled you close your inner thighs were wet and sticky. Thought you'd rest more comfortable if you're cleaned up."
You opened then closed your mouth several times and you were sure you looked like a fish. Miguel smiled.
"You're welcome."
Okay, you thought that was sweet of him, but now he just looked smug.
"Where did you put the towel?"
"What towel?"
"You cleaned me with?"
"Who said I used a towel?"
"What did you use?"
Miguel looked down at your naked body and your slightly sparkling inner thighs, licked his lips slowly then looked back at you with a smirk.
Your eyes widened.
"You... you... you... while I was... you... while I was... asleep?"
"Sí. I knew we'll taste good together and I was right."
Your jaw dropped.
"Is that bad?" - he asked confused and you pointed a finger at him.
"You're a pig."
Miguel snorted then he moved towards you, getting on his knees.
"No, I'm using water this time!" - you said and turned around to hurry in the bathroom, while you were trying to squeeze your thighs together.
Miguel laughed and layed back in the bed, waiting for you. The smile slowly faded from his face and he started biting his lower lip when he checked the time on the clock on the bedside table. It was almost 3 am.
He felt an uncomfortable push in his chest, like something heavy was sitting on it. He didn't want this night to end. You said you only let this happen once and in the morning it will be over.
The sex was mind blowing, yes, he never felt it being this good with anyone ever before. Everything was more intense, more intimate and he loved it.
But the date was good too. Great even. Miguel had a wonderful time and back in the restaurant, when you kept touching him, he felt like you two were a real couple. And it made him happy. Out in the street you reminded him what the two of you are when you refused to hold his hand, but then you hooked your arm around his and smiled up at him like he was the center of your world. He wanted you to always look at him like that. And the observatory... You smiled so much. You laughed so much. You seemed happy. Would you really throw this all away because you felt like you shouldn't be together? Because of silly little things like numbers and because you're friends with his mom? She would understand. If she really loved both of you she would.
When you got back from the bathroom in your pink robe, Miguel watched your every move. You walked to the drawer and pulled out a black nightgown. You moved to the chair that was in one corner of the room pulled down your robe and gently put it on the chair. Then while you still had your back to him you pulled on the cloth that looked like a very long shirt and when you turned around, one corner of Miguel's lips curled up. The big print on the front said 'I'm great in bed' in white and with smaller font under it it continued with 'I can sleep for days'.
"Getting shy?" - he teased, finding it amusing you wanted to wear something for sleep after all the filthy things you did.
"I don't really like sleeping naked, it feels weird." - you shrugged as you walked to the bed.
After you climbed in it and got comfortable under the blanket, you reached for the bedside table and picked up a cream. After you took of the lid, you placed them on your stomach and started massaging the cream into your hands. When you were done you dipped your finger in the cream again, then reached for one of Miguel's hands, took it in yours and started massaging it into his skin too.
He looked at you in surprise, but you were looking at his hands like a woman on duty and applied some on his other hand too. Miguel felt warmth spread across his chest and he smiled.
"Thought you like my hands."
"I do. They're just a bit dry." - you said without looking at him and you put the lid back on the cream and lifted it up for him to see the label and brand. - "I like this one the most, it's great for dry hands, but it's not greasy. It also has a nice scent, but it doesn't have any perfume in it."
Miguel lifted his hands to his face and smelled them. His smile widened when he recognized the scent. He felt it everytime he kissed your hands. He loved it.
"Thank you."
You gave him a small smile then turned on your side to put the cream back on your nightstand and turn off the lamp. You laid down with a sigh and closed your eyes.
Miguel licked his lips and slowly moved closer to you, laying down directly behind you. He slowly put one arm around you and his heart calmed down when you lifted your own so his can rest under it. He gently moved closer and pulled you back a little so your bodies were as close as possible. Since he was much taller than you, the top of your head was just under his chin. It made him smile. Earlier, when you were sleeping and his head was laying on your chest, his legs were dangling from the bed, because your bed is smaller than his. He didn't mind it though. It felt good laying in your arms. And this was nice too.
"Buenas noches, chica."
"Good night, Miggy."
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The next morning you woke up before your alarm went off. Fortunately, during the night Miguel rolled over to his other side, so you could get up without waking him. You watched him a little as he was laying on his stomach with a hand tucked under the pillow that he was hugging. He was a beautiful man and you admired the muscles on his back and arms, then your gaze moved lower to look at his leg that was peeking out from under the blanket. His thigh was muscular too and you bit your lip seeing why it felt so good when he fucked you.
After you both woke up in the middle of the night and had sex again, you saw the marks he left on your body in the mirror while you were cleaning yourself up in the bathroom. There were hickeys and bite marks on your neck and chest, and you could still feel the spots on your hips and ass where he was gripping you hard while he fucked you. He was a passionate lover and you loved every second of being with him. If you were just a few years younger you would make it your mission to keep him.
The thought of him being with someone else made something in your chest hurt, but you had to push your feelings aside. It will be better for everyone if you two went on your seperate ways. Maybe he liked you now, but who knows how he will feel when you get older, while he is still so young and only going to become more attractive for the women around him as he is approaching his thirties. He already was a very handsome man, but you know there's something in men as they get older that make most women go crazy. When he reaches thirty, you're already going to be forty-five. There's just no way he will want to be with you, when younger chicks will be circling him, wanting to be the center of his attention.
With a sigh and one last glance at him, you quietly walked out of the room and closed the door behind you.
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Miguel yawned big and he slowly turned on his back to stretch, letting out a satisfied grunt when he heard (and felt) a pop somewhere in his shoulder. He turned his head to your side of the bed with a sleepy smile, but then he frowned when he saw it was empty.
He sighed and wiped his eyes and face. Of course you wouldn't be here. You told him it will be over in the morning. He just wished it didn't hurt. He sat up on the bed and ran his fingers through his messy locks a few times. He knew it was Friday and you had to go to work, but he thought you would at least wake him up before you're leaving. Maybe you left a spare key for him to lock the flat.
His ears perked up when he heard a noise from outside the room. Were you still here? He threw the blanket off him and stood up, spotting his clothes on the chair in the corner folded neatly.
He tilted his head curiously as he walked there and picked them up. His shirt had all the buttons. He sank his teeth into his lower lip when he remembered how you ripped it off of him, making the buttons fly everywhere. Did you sew them back? He felt himself smiling when he pictured you on the couch sewing his shirt wearing your cute reading glasses and your tongue poking out as you concentrated. Suddenly a floral scent hit him and he lifted his clothes to his nose and inhaled deeply and he chuckled when he realized that you also washed his clothes.
He pulled on his boxer briefs and went to the bathroom, then after he finished in there, he made his way over towards the livingroom.
He found you in the kitchen. You were leaning against the counter with your ass while you sipped on your coffee. You had your phone in your other hand, looking at it as you were mindlessly scrolling through whatever app you had open.
You were wearing a mint green suit with a simple white shirt, and instead of wearing heels, you were wearing a comfortable pair of white sneakers.
Miguel used the opportunity that you didn't sense him yet in the room and took you in. It felt bittersweet seeing you like this, getting ready for a day after you spent a passionate night together. He knew it was the first and last time he saw you like this.
"Buenos días!"
You looked up surprised and your eyes widened when you saw him that he was practically still naked. Miguel smiled when he saw your gaze travel all over his body quickly then you cleared your throat as you turned your back to him and put your mug in the sink.
"Good morning! There's coffee if you want some." - you said pointing towards the machine.
"Thanks. Did you really sew and wash my clothes?" - he asked amused as he poured himself some coffee.
You snorted as you washed your mug.
"Yeah. Can you imagine your mom's face when she sees you go home in your torn shirt?"
Miguel grinned and put some sugar and milk in his coffee, then he walked towards you. He felt you tense up when his chest touched your back, but he wrapped an arm around your middle and leaned over your shoulder to kiss your cheek. He then pushed his nose in your neck and inhaled deeply.
"I love your scent."
"Uh, thank you."
Miguel noticed that you started to pull up the walls around you, just like you did when he wanted to get closer to you before you finally agreed to the date.
"You should've woke me up when you got up too."
"Why?"
You saw as Miguel put the mug on the counter, then he turned you to face him. He cupped your face gently and leaned down to kiss you. You didn't stop him, but he frowned when you didn't kiss him back. He pulled back a little.
"Why are you like this?" - he asked quietly as his thumb caressed your cheek.
You gulped, avoiding his eyes, then you pushed on his chest, so you could go to the dining table and put your things in the bag you needed for work.
"Why are you like this?" - you asked back.
"I wanted to kiss the woman I had an awesome date with, and who spent the last night screaming my name because of the things I did to her."
You felt warmth spread across your body when you remembered all the things that happened. You wished it didn't have that effect on you.
"We agreed that it's only gonna be one night." - you huffed as you finally looked at him.
This conversation would go so much smoother if he wasn't half naked and your mind could focus on something else than how bad you want to feel him on top of you again.
"Yes, well, I changed my mind."
You glared at him.
"This is not how it works!"
"That's too bad. Because this is how I feel."
You huffed out a laugh.
"How you feel? Please tell me what feelings you have for the woman you only met a fucking week ago."
Miguel frowned.
"Don't do that." - he said in a stern voice.
"Don't do what?"
"Don't talk to me like I'm a fucking child."
"Then stop acting like one."
"That's funny coming from you."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means that you are the only one acting immature! You like me! I know you do, but you... you put on this act God knows why and you are pulling up this wall around you to push me away! Why?!"
You always saw Miguel calm and collected, so seeing him raise his voice and gesture wildly while he is asking why you don't want him broke your heart a little. But he's not supposed to know your true feelings. A relationship with him would just end in a heartbreak. You don't want to hurt him more, so you have to end this before it turns into something you can't control. But you were also mad at him. He agreed to the one night stand. You should've known his stubborn ass will want more.
You shook your head.
"It doesn't matter, Miguel."
"It does to me."
You sighed and crossed your arms in front of your chest.
"You're just a hot guy I fucked. End of story. But you wanna turn it into a fucking fairytale."
Miguel looked at you bewildered, then he snorted.
"Oh, so you're gonna act like a bitch now, okay." - he said as he ran his hand over his hair to try and calm himself.
"I'm not acting like a bitch! You're being a selfish asshole! We agreed on something, but now you are throwing a tantrum like a spoiled boy who doesn't get to play with his favourite toy! Why the fuck are you making me the bad guy in a situation that you are trying to fuck up!"
"Oh, so me wanting to be with you is fucking up the situation?!"
"YES! Just accept the fact that women who doesn't wanna be with you exist!"
Miguel closed his eyes and his nose scrunched up as he tried to stop himself from saying something that he would regret later. He didn't want to fight. All he wanted to do was to kiss and hug you. But you're acting like last night didn't mean anything to you.
"I would accept that you don't want to be with me, if it was true."
"It is true, so accept it."
"You are only saying this because you are older than me. What else should I do to make you understand that I don't care?" - he asked more calmly as he slowly took a few steps towards you.
You watched him and felt yourself calm down a little too. He didn't deserve getting yelled at. He was nothing but a gentleman with you during the date and you knew he truly cared about you. You didn't want to fight.
"I just... I don't want anyone right now, okay? And I don't want to fight. I want things to go back to the way it were before yesterday."
"Why? What were we before yesterday?"
"I don't know. Friends?"
"Chica?" - Miguel asked as he stopped in front of you and he cupped your face again gently as he looked down at you. - "Friends don't kiss like this." - he whispered before he captured your lips with his. He wasn't rough, but the way he kissed you was confident and firm. The way he kissed you didn't let room for you to think that you were anything but two souls that were meant to be together. This kiss didn't let you ignore him like the previous one. This kiss demanded a response.
You slowly lifted your hands to rest them on his arms, gently caressing his biceps you admired so much. When you kissed him back, he licked the seam of your lips and he happily took your breath away when you finally opened up to him. He had a firm grip on the back of your head, refusing you to pull away before he could pour his every emotion into you. Only after that he broke away to let you inhale some oxygen into your lungs.
He caressed your jaw with his thumb when you looked up at him with those beautiful eyes he loved so much.
"Why are you so fucking annoying?"
Miguel burst out laughing and he pecked your lips again.
"So you can put me in my place."
You sighed and looked at your watch.
"If you don't dress up in 2 minutes, I will put you in your place. Outside. In the ground."
Miguel pouted.
"Does that mean I can't stay here to wait until you get back from work?"
"Don't push your luck, pal."
He grinned and ran back to the bedroom to dress up. He was done in under 2 minutes.
"Do I get a treat for being a good boy?" - he asked with that annoyingly handsome smirk of his.
"Yeah, I won't kick your ass." - you replied as you pushed him out of the apartment, then locked your door.
When you turned around he pushed you against the door, trapping you like the night before. He was looking down at your lips as he caressed your hip.
"When can I see you again?"
Fuck his low, sexy voice, his deep red eyes, his tall ass body and devilishly handsome face.
"We're not a couple, Miguel." - you reminded him.
"And whose fault is that?"
You narrowed your eyes at him.
"I like you. Very much. Doesn't matter if you don't wanna accept the fact." - he said.
"Just... let me think about it, okay? Give me some time. Can you do that?"
Miguel felt like his heart just grew bigger in his chest. He gave you a brilliant smile.
"Yeah."
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Miguel felt annoyed. What he thought "giving you some time" means is that you would actually talk in the meantime. What it really meant is that you were avoiding him.
He should've known. You irritating, annoying little... witch.
You only sent some half assed replies to his messages. Okay you asked him to give you time, but was it bad that he continued sending you good morning texts and checked in on you during the day to ask how were you? Others would kill for a boyfriend like that. But nooo, you only sent one word sentences back like: "Fine." "Busy." "Tired.".
Why was it that the only woman whom he wanted to recieve attention from doesn't give him any? This is some kind of joke the universe is playing on him.
He didn't see you in four days. FOUR. He missed you so much he could practically hear your voice.
Miguel's ears perked up when he heard talking from downstairs.
Wait, it was your voice.
He felt his heart start racing. You were having such a tight grip on him. He loved and hated it at the same time. He loved it, because he just knew he had the same effect on you. He heated it, because you were denying that fact. Who knew making a woman happy required so much work?
He practically ran down the stars and his heart did that jump in his chest it only did when he saw you. You were sitting at the dining table with Tyler while Conchata was serving the food.
"Ah there you are! I was just about to call up to you!" - his mom smiled brightly at him.
"Hello, Miguel." - you greeted him casually.
Ugh. He rather you hated him than being indifferent with him.
"Hi." - he replied the same way and he sat down next to Tyler, and in front of you. - "Didn't know you were coming over."
"Maybe that's because you didn't invite me." - came your smartass reply, but Miguel wasn't in the mood for it.
"Why? Would you have came if I invited you?" - he asked, forcing himself not to snap.
You glared at him, but bit the inside of your cheek to keep yourself from saying something you really shouldn't in front of his parents.
"Excuse his manners, he's being a real pain in the ass in the last few days." - Tyler said.
"Oh? Is that so?" - you asked.
"Yeah. I don't know what his problem is. Last week he was like a Disney character, practically dancing and singing around the house, then he disappeared Thursday night and he started getting more and more snappy as the days passed since Friday." - Conchata said as she finished putting the food on the table and you all started eating.
"I was just whistling." - Miguel corrected grumpily. - "Also can you stop talking about me, like I wasn't here?"
"Sure, Mr. Grumpy Pants." - Conchata rolled her eyes. - "Anyway, did you start watching that show I told you about?"
"Not yet. Did anything interesting happen?" - you asked back, but you were still thinking about what Conchata said about Miguel. Was he irritated because you were not talking to him? Did it really affect him this much?
"I just wanna shake the female lead sometimes. She's so silly. There's this guy who is very interested in her, but she is older than him and she thinks he is just after her money."
Miguel snorted and you took in a calming breath.
"Well, in her defense, he could be after her money." - you said.
"No, no, no! It's so obvious that the guy wants her. He gets her flowers, she defends her when someone says shit about her, and he is always there when she needs anything."
"He sounds awesome." - Miguel commented.
"More like desperate." - you added before you took a bite of your food.
"Maybe he really wants to see her happy."
"Maybe he will change his mind when the woman grows old and wrinkly while he is still young and can't shake the bitches off of him."
Miguel sighed. Back to square one.
"It seems to me like the heroine is afraid of love."
"It seems to me like the heroine doesn't want to get together with a person whose prefrontal cortex is not fully developed."
Miguel glared at you.
"It seems to me she's too stupid to recognize happiness even when it's right in front of her nose."
"It seems to me he thinks too highly of himself. Maybe she is waiting for someone better."
"It seems to me she is being delusional, thinking she can find better."
"Oh, so she doesn't deserve someone better?"
"No, she deserves the best. She's just too stubborn to accept that it's the guy."
"Maybe she doesn't like the guy, cause his ego is bigger than his dick."
"Maybe he knows his own worth and it scares her, cause she was let down before and she doesn't want to be disappointed again, so she runs away everytime when something good could happen to her."
Your nostrils flared as you galred at Miguel, then you looked down, pushing your food back and forth on the plate with your fork, feeling Miguel's gaze burning a hole in your skull.
"Oh, seems like you do watch the show!" - Tyler said cheerfully, but Conchata's eyes were ping ponging between you and her son.
She cleared her throat.
"Well, now that you put it like that, she sounds stupid." - she said.
You dropped your fork and knife on the plate loudly and rolled your eyes while Miguel smirked. You reached for the bottle of wine and started pouring it in your glass until it was totally full, then you drank it in a few seconds with big gulps. Tyler, Conchata and Miguel watched you with wide eyes.
"Rough week?" - Tyler asked amused.
"It's only Tuesday." - Conchata said and Tyler made a face like asking 'your point is?'.
"More like a rough afternoon." - you said and kicked Miguel's ankle under the table.
Miguel tried to keep his mouth shut as he jumped a little and groaned then glared at you. You smiled back sweetly and drank again.
Conchata and Tyler looked at him with an odd look.
Miguel took another bite of his food.
"It's very delicious." - he muttered with a full mouth.
The rest of the dinner went a bit smoother. After everyone finished eating you all kept drinking - mostly you - and Miguel was sure that after you kicked off your shoes you thought you were rubbing your feet against them, but in reality it was his feet you were massaging with your toes. First he gave you a surprised look, but you were deeply engaged in a conversation with his mother, and by your slightly slurred speech, he knew you didn't have a clue about what you were actually doing.
He didn't stop you though. It felt good and this way you were at least touching him. He really missed you these last few days and he wasn't just talking about the sex. Sure, he was horny for you 24/7, but he missed your banters - the good hearted ones, not whatever the fuck you two were doing earlier - he missed your presence, your jokes, your laughter. As the four of you kept talking - and as you kept drinking - you looked and smiled at him more and more and he had the urge to grab you and pull you to him and sit you in his lap. He knew he couldn't do that though, so he tried to be satisfied with what was happening under the table.
So when it started to became late and you announced that you're gonna call a taxi and go home he could've just kissed his mother when she insisted that Miguel should go with you to make sure you get home safe.
"I don't need a freaking bodyguard!" - you slurred as you stumbled to the door. - "I've never been more sober in my life!" - you pointed at Conchata and almost poked her nose in the process.
"Sure, honey." - she said and opened the door. - "You can't even walk straight."
"I walk however I want! Woohoo!" - you hollered and threw your hands up as you walked to the taxi like you were on a runway.
"Jesus Christ." - Miguel muttered and hurried after you, arriving behind you just in time before you could hit your head in the car as you were about to get in. - "Careful, chica!" - he said as he helped you sit inside.
"I am careful, you... beefcake!"
Conchata facepalmed herself and Tyler doubled over laughing. Miguel rolled his eyes and walked over to the other side of the car to get in too.
"Do you enjoy it?" - Miguel asked.
"Enjoy what?"
"Torturing me?"
"I'm not doing shit."
"Can you give me time? So I can think about it?" - he quoted you, mimicking your voice. - "Then you fucking ghosted me."
"I didn't ghost you, I still replied to you whenever you messaged me."
Miguel rolled his eyes with a scoff.
"Also it sucks right? When someone is lying to you." - you said pointedly.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"That you said you're okay with the one night stand then suddenly you weren't."
"I'm not gonna apologize for liking you."
"I'm not gonna apologize for saving you a heartbreak."
"Yeah? What if you are already breaking it?"
"Ooohh, my sweet summerchild, you don't know what a real heartbreak is."
"Do you?"
"Maybe."
"Thought you and your ex-husband are on good terms."
"We are."
"Then?"
"Miggy... I would just make your life a living hell. You don't wanna be with me."
Miguel looked at you in confusion, but you were staring at the window, drawing invisible patterns on it with your finger.
"Why do you say that?"
"I am what the kids call... a red flag."
"Oh, are you now?"
"Yeah. I'm a very jealous type."
Miguel licked his lips as he envisioned you glaring at a random chick he is talking to.
"Maybe I'd like that."
You snorted.
"What?"
"Maybe I am so desperate for you to give me any kind of attention that I wouldn't mind you being obsessed with me." - Miguel said.
"Dude, possessive sex is the best." - the cabbie said with a grin as he looked back, but Miguel gave him a death glare, and he gulped and quickly turned back.
"Oh, there wouldn't be possessive sex." - you said to the cabbie. - "I'd just accuse him of cheating on me on a daily basis until he hands me the divorce papers."
"Shit, lady, who hurt you?" - the cabbie asked as he looked at you from the rearview mirror.
"Fun fact: not my ex-husband. He was loyal as far as I know. I had and ex-boyfriend who openly flirted with everyone while I was right next to him. Top that with us having our first anniversary, I got home from work sooner to surprise him and I caught him banging my sister."
"What the fuck?!" - the cabbie and Miguel asked at the same time shocked.
"Yeah, that was fun." - you murmured.
The cab stopped at your flat.
"You know what? This ride was free, that was one of the most fucked up things I've heard during my job, and trust me, I hear a lot."
"Thank you, you are a sweet man!" - you said, and gave him ten dollars anyways, throwing it in the seat next to him when he refused to accept it.
Miguel was already on the other side of the car, helping you out. When the taxi drove away, he turned you to make you face him.
"Is that true?"
"What?" - you asked confused. You were dizzy and just wanted to sleep.
"Your ex and your sister."
"Yeah. Oh! It's not the sister you know! I'm the oldest of three. You talked to the middle one, I love her to death. It's the youngest. She's a bitch. It was a long time ago though, don't worry about it." - you said as you started walking to the building.
"I worry about it. The cabbie is right, that's fucked up. I wish I could knock him out."
"The cabbie?!"
"No! Your ex! Dios mio, chica!" - Miguel grabbed the keys from your hands and opened the door. He walked you up and opened that door too.
When you walked inside, Miguel followed you.
"I'm already at home, safe." - you told him, grumplily.
"Yeah, I just wanna make sure you don't break your neck as you try to go to your bed."
Miguel helped to undress you, ignoring your stubborness when you wanted to do it alone. You accepted defeat and let him help in the end.
When you were in your underwear, he went to your chair that was in the corner and grabbed your black nightdress. When he turned back, you didn't have your bra on. He stopped for a second to look at your body - not that he could stop himself from doing that while he undressed you - and you looked at him annoyed.
"Are you gonna stand there all night or are you gonna give it to me?"
"Oh, I can give it to you if you want."
You rolled your eyes and held your hand out.
Miguel smiled, but instead of giving the nightgown to you, he walked back to you and made you hold up your arms. He pulled the clothing over you then he cupped your face and kissed your forehead. He smiled when the grumpy frown was still on your face.
"Let's get the little angerball in bed." - he said and pulled the blanket up so you can climb under it.
"Smartass."
"I am, what are you gonna do about it?"
"I'm gonna wipe that smirk right off your face."
"Mhm-mhm." - Miguel nodded as he tucked you in, then sat on the side of the bed, half leaning above you. - "How are you going to do that chica?"
He expected either an insult or maybe even a kiss.
Instead you slapped him.
It didn't hurt him at all, it was a half assed slap, like someone would give in a playfight or something, but it still shocked him. The look on his face made you giggle.
"Did you just fucking slap me?"
You laughed harder and pulled the blanket up until only your eyes were out.
"Bad boys get slapped."
That really shouldn't turn him on. He has a good relationship with his mother so he wondered why he is developing a mommy kink out of nowhere. Maybe it's the age gap. Maybe it's the fact that you're the only woman who don't just try to control him, but who actually can.
"Is that so? Bet you don't dare to do that again."
You lifted a challenging brow.
"Duuude... If someone gave me twenty dollars to beat you up, I would. Slapping you is nothing."
Miguel chuckled. He would pay you himself to see you try to fight him.
"See? You're all talk."
"I'm not!"
"You are. You're afraid of the consequences."
You gulped.
"What are the consequences?"
Miguel stayed quiet as you two eyed each other. Curiousity killed the cat...
After a few seconds he saw your hand move. Before your palm made contact with his face, he grabbed your wrist and when you wanted to use your other hand, he grabbed that wrist too and pushed your hands above your head with a smug smirk.
"Fucker!" - you growled, but he could see a smile forming on your lips.
You used your legs to try and kick him off, but he effortlessly climbed on top of you, straddling your waist.
"Oh, so you think you're a tough guy, cause you won a fight against someone smaller? Are you trying to compensate for something?" - you taunted.
"I don't know, mamí. You tell me. Am I compensating for something?" - he asked as he moved one of your hands to the big bulge in his pants.
You bit down on your lower lip to try stopping yourself from grinning like an idiot, then your expression turned smug as you started caressing him and he sighed deeply and hummed a little.
"You want mommy to give you some love?" - you asked in a sulrty voice.
Miguel enjoyed you touching him for a few more seconds, before he shook his head.
"Mamí would just rip my dick off tomorrow morning when she finds out I took advantage of her while she was drunk."
"Mommy would never do that, baby."
Miguel gave you a smirk.
"Yeah right." - he said as he leaned down and kissed your forehead again, then he climbed off of you.
You pouted when he left the room, but he came back with a glass of water and put it on your nightstand. When he wanted to straighten up, you grabbed his wrist.
"Stay." - you told him with soft eyes.
"Chica-"
"No, just... Stay?"
Miguel would stole the stars from the sky if you asked him, so of course he crumbled under your pleading stare. He kicked off his shoes then undressed himself until he was in his boxers and climbed in the bed beside you. He loved how you curled up against him and hugged his body to feel safe. He wrapped his arm around you too and kissed the top of your head, before he closed his eyes and dozed off, feeling your hot breath tickle his chest.
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Hello lovely,
Here is a random request for you to write one of your High MJ's ideas. Whichever takes your fancy, whenever you feel like it, if you so please
Duet~
High MJ is so thankful, I humbly present King!Ghost and his Courtesan!Soap
Also a portion of this was deleted and I had to rewrite
Ghost sighed softly as he came home. After a few long months at battle, he would kill for a bath, a nice meal and some nice company.
Soap wasn't in his castle. According to the maids, he had left with a message that he'd be back by noon.
Ghost glowered and pouted, but he took a good bath to get clean and ate his fill before waiting for Johnny to get back. He thought since Ghost liked him, he'd let such an a grievance slide. So he waited in his bed, leaving all of his armor and clothing to the sides so it left him in only his robe. He lit a few candles and relaxed.
Soap reentered the castle and immediately brightened. "Simon!"
"Johnny." Ghost growled, watching how he tensed. "Where's your ring?"
Soap looked at his hands and looked sheepish. "I worried I'd lose it." He smiled at him coyly. "I didn't know you'd be home."
Ghost gritted his teeth. "Undress."
"Yes, sir." Soap said softly, hands reaching up to open the laces of his shirt. He pulled it over his head slowly to show off all of his beautiful body. Lean muscle with a good amount of fat. Hips like honey, so thick and so addictive. Soap removed his pants next, not wearing anything underneath. His cock was a nice size but the real prize was his ass. Perfect to squeeze or smack. Even better to leave a few bruises on. "Got something in mind? You know, based on everything, I think you want an excuse to punish me."
Ghost grinned. "You know me so well. I had some oil heated up. Now come here."
Soap crossed over to him, looking a bit shy once they were close to each other. "If I had known you were going to be home so soon, I would've waited in bed. Spread out, ready for you to fuck me." His thick Scottish accent drove Ghost crazy. He grabbed him and tossed him to the bed, grinning when he looked flustered.
"I prefer you tied up. Maybe I'll start telling one of the guards. They can tie you up in all sorts of new positions. Leave you all exposed and opened up." Ghost tied his wrists together and then to the bed post. He made sure he wouldn't be able to leave, planning to keep him there until he had wrung him drive.
Ghost yanked his legs open, but didn't actually touch him. It took a moment before Soap squirmed to get his attention. He lightly pressed his fingers to his hole, feeling how tight he was. His thumb barely breached him and Soap was already trying to press back against him.
Ghost made like he was trying to grab the oil before grabbing the candle. With a quick movement of his hand, he poured the melted wax on to Soap's chest.
Soap mewled, back arching harshly. He tried to thrash away from the falling wax, but he was tied up just right that he couldn't. The candle was perfectly safe, and it left such pretty red marks. His cock twitched every time it dripped on that pretty skin.
The next drop fell right on his nipples and he groaned, hips yanking up. "Simon, please I need you. Been weeks."
"Need me huh? Beg a little more." He moved his hand so the wax fell on to his stomach instead. "You could've had me this morning."
Soap huffed at him but he did beg. "Please, Simon? You know how much I need you. I know you've missed me. Want to please you. You deserve it after so long out there."
Ghost kissed him passionately, feeling the way his lips trembled against his own. The wax flowed over his skin and down his v-line. It managed to get to his inner thighs, narrowly missing touching his cock.
"Simon, careful. Don't want to burn me do you?"
Simon quickly set the candle to the side. He smeared the red wax over his chest and propped his legs further open. The oil had cooled slightly but it was still warm enough that he could comfortably prep him.
Soap laid back and mused a little as Simon worked. He knew well enough by now that Ghost liked the idea of being big and bad and punishing Soap, but he was a lot softer than he acted. Even now, he treated Soap gently. Working him open with a reverence that was never there with Soap's previous partners. All the royals that paid for him and none had ever treated him like he was also important.
Ghost had warned him that he was rough and horrible but that he'd pay Soap a lot for his troubles.
He'd never done more than leave a few bruises on Soap's skin.
Johnny moaned with the stretch, exposing his throat. "I'll be good. I'm sorry for taking off the ring." It was a piece of ownership. A claim to Johnny that Simon always had. So close to a wedding ring.
Ghost growled and gave him a rather sweet nip to his thigh. His eyes were so soft. Sweet. He looked at Soap and had to look away, too overwhelmed with how much he lo- adored him. Once he could easily take all three fingers, he pulled his fingers out slowly, careful to drag right against his prostate.
Simon sat up and pulled Soap closer, careful to not yank his arms too bad since he was chained up. He kissed him passionately, pressing him into the mattress. His teeth sank into his shoulder before he sank in.
Soap groaned at the stretch. No matter how good he was prepared, it still burned.
"There you go, love. Taking all of me so well." His voice dropped lower. There was a growl in his voice that sent shivers down his spine. Ghost rolled his hips into him and whined, pressing in close. He cradled Soap as he kissed him. Soap whimpered as Ghost rolled his hips, not giving him quite enough time to adjust. He groaned as Ghost pulled out.
"So big, sir. I promise I'll be good next time." He smiled, clearly being a little sassy.
Ghost huffed at him and kissed him to keep him quiet. He rutted into him, feeling him groan and arch up into him. As he fought to conquer all of Johnny's mouth with his tongue, he sped up, giving it to Soap exactly how he wanted it.
Soap moaned and tried to yank his hands down to grab him. He wanted to touch him. To reassure himself that Simon was right here. That he came back just fine. But his King had been taking care of so many people. Soap didn't mind taking care of him first. Or at least letting his frustrations out. His body pressed against him. It felt so good that he struggled to keep looking at Ghost as his eyes tried to roll back in his head.
"I missed you so much, my King. Wanting nothing more than for you to come home." Johnny whispered to him as he kissed Simon's throat.
Simon shuddered and thrusted in harder to drag out some more whines. He wanted to never leave this bed. To never have Johnny leave his side. The pleasure of just being with him after so long. After weeks of not having him, he missed him so much.
They kissed for a moment, desperate and hard. Simon fucked him harder, slamming into Johnny's sweet spot. He wanted to please him. It also felt so good. Simon whimpered in his ears. "Thank you. You feel so good. So fucking tight."
Johnny panted into his ear. "Anything for you." He clenched around him as tight as he could and moaned when Simon thrust in hard.
Simon sucked bruises in his neck as he groaned softly. He closed his eyes tight and thrust faster and faster into him. His stomach started to tense and he started to shake. Simon started to kiss him deeply. He pressed closer and closer, tracing his fingertips over his ribs and then down his hips. "I adore you. You're perfect. You really are. My love. Mine. Just for me."
Johnny whimpered and tried to get their lips together again. Simon teased him for a moment, letting him get desperate for it before leaning down.
Johnny came first, shuddering against him as he came on Ghost's chest. He sped up until he came inside him, filling him up until the cum mixed with the wax between his thighs.
Ghost unchained Soap and checked his wrists. He decided they were okay and kissed each one. Then he collapsed next to him.
Johnny engaged in his favorite pastime. Looking at Simon. They watched each other quietly.
Soap knew Ghost would ask if he could. For them to be more. And Soap would say yes if he could.
Simon stared at him with so much love in his eyes. There were boundaries though. Things they couldn't do.
Simon kissed him and pulled him in close, letting Johnny run his hands down his sides. He pulled Johnny so his head was laying on his chest. His rough fingers running along the shaved parts of his mohawk.
Simon was horribly sweet and he'd do anything Johnny asked for. Ghost was a more practical person.
But Johnny's head was on Simon's chest. And he knew that he'd be home for a good long while so they'd be able to catch up.
They kissed softly and Simon thanked the gods he had Johnny in every way he could.
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