I've Saw That You Had Written Something For Miguel O Hara And I've Been Simping Hard For Him Ever Since

I've saw that you had written something for Miguel o hara and I've been simping hard for him ever since the trailers came out. And I've been needing some male reader so if you dont think it's to much to write about Miguel being really desperate for reader and needing reader inside of him which leads to Miguel tearing his suit open for reader to use and finally use him. If this is alot then am sorry for taking up space it just that I've never seen someone write for male reader for 2099.

desperation

miguel o'hara x male reader

note: no worries, i'm currently hyperfixated on miguel. this was fun to write, hope you like it! [ slightly proofread ] .

cw: bottom!miguel, breeding, sexual tension, rough & outdoor sex.

word count: 1.4k

“fuck– it’s too hot in this suit,” you murmured as you grabbed hold of your mask, taking it off swiftly. you and miguel had been patrolling for the night on the outskirts of your city after being alerted by your officials. 

the way you said “fuck” made miguel’s head spin, the tension only building up even further. this whole time miguel has been fighting his own urges to make a move but was far too embarrassed in an environment like this. even if the location was miles away from the headquarters, he did not want to risk being caught by anybody. everything about you from your touseled hair to your suit hugging tightly around your shape made him flustered and tried to stay out of your gaze. 

you noticed him turn away and raised a brow, wondering if he had seen something in the distance or was simply feeling unwell. “you alright, mig?” you asked, slightly teasing him with the nickname you loved using. he let out a small huff through his mask and saw the misty cloud escape through it, as the temperature outside was a bit colder than usual but you didn’t mind. 

“yeah, don’t worry. just a bit cold,” he replied and you shrugged your shoulders, taking a seat on a nearby rock. miguel glanced over at you as you rested your elbows on your thighs, causing your suit to stretch around your arms. from all of the training you’ve had over the years, it definitely paid off, and staring at you simply made miguel’s stomach feel warm.

“y’know, this is so useless..” you grunted and he raised a brow, humming a small “hm?” under his breath. “there’s no threat. is everyone just on edge? because personally, i’d rather be home under the covers.” annoyed, you kicked a tiny pebble off to the side and slightly leaned your head back out of frustration. 

miguel’s breathing changed as he continued to watch you, not paying attention to any of the words you just said. he was focused on your breathing and how your neck flexed against your suit, your adam’s apple becoming prominent. he sat down across from you, causing you to look up at him and he seemed more tense than usual. you furrowed your eyebrows together, afraid that there was something on his mind, and refused to tell you about it.

“are you sure you’re alright?” you asked and there was a pause before he answered, “of course, what makes you think i’m not?” he spoke as if he was reading off of a script and you rolled your eyes.

“you aren’t talking much and you sound like you’re so miserable, is it that difficult to be around me?” you playfully joked and yes, it was difficult. miguel was sitting there fantasizing about you and he couldn’t do anything about his thoughts as he was trying to get ahold of himself. until it got too much and he felt a familiar tightness on the lower half of his suit, covering his lap in embarrassment. 

“no, i’m not miserable and it is not difficult to be around you. i’m just thinking about the project we’ve been working on is all,” he mumbled as he began fidgeting with his hands, causing his knuckles to brush against his boner. miguel let out a hiss, trying to cover it with a lame cough but you never thought anything of it. you got up, pacing around in front of him, trying to think of what to do for the next hour. miguel continued to watch you, his eyes examining each move you made. he felt like a pervert but couldn’t help his thoughts as you were standing right in front of him, his desperation for you only growing stronger by the minute. when you turned around, miguel got up from his seat and stood right behind you, pressing his body against your back. 

“hey, do you–” you felt something poke against you, knowing that familiar feeling. “i can’t do this anymore,” he grunted in your ear, wrapping his strong arms around your waist. you licked the top row of your teeth, watching his hand slowly trail down to your own bulge. 

“miguel..” you warned as you leaned into his touch, bucking your hips up against his hand. you moved out of his grasp and turned around to face him. 

you took off his mask for him, revealing his lustful eyes. his fangs poked through his lips and you found it adorable, grabbing a hold of his face to make him watch what you were going to do. he looked down, his eyes trailing to your hand as you rubbed your hand against his cock. miguel let out a gasp, causing him to bite down on his lip and poked himself with his own fangs. he winced but was too focused on the pleasure you were giving him. 

“so this is what got you all hot ‘n bothered, hm?” you teased, and he whined as he tried to press himself against you even further. miguel got tired of the teasing and took matters into his own hands as he pressed his lips against yours, hungrily kissing you. it caught you by surprise and you placed your hands on his shoulders, gripping tightly onto his suit. 

“please.” he whined into the kiss, his hands tampering with his own suit. you pressed on the emblem on your chest, causing your suit to disenthrall from your figure. without thinking about the consequences of his actions, miguel tore open his suit for easier access as his suit was more complicated to get out of. the sound of the fabric tearing made your eyes widen, knowing it took him so long to perfect every aspect of it. 

“¿tan desesperado estás?” you whispered against his mouth as you signaled for him to jump, pinning him against a nearby wall. 

“cállate.” he hissed, connecting your lips together once again. you took your cock in your hand, noticing the precum that was spilling out. miguel bit down on your shoulder, feeling his sharp teeth pierce through your skin, causing you to let out a loud moan. 

“fuck me already. please, stop making me wait. i’m so des– fuck!” he whined in your ear, feeling his hot breath against it. you thrust into him without any warning, forcing your cock to go in. you felt him stretch around you, a string of curses slipping out of your mouth. “you’re so tight miguel…” you grunted through your gritted teeth, finally putting all of it inside of him. 

you used one arm to stabilize yourself and the other to hold miguel, keeping him close to your body. miguel dug his claws into your back as you pounded into him, not giving him any time to adjust to you. he threw his head back against the wall and you looked at him, thinking it was such a pretty sight to see him so desperate for you. 

you quickened your pace, each thrust began to be harder and rougher. miguel’s moans filled the air as he did not care to be loud, noticing him stare off into nothing as if he was so cock drunk. you took this as encouragement, slamming into him as you felt your orgasm reaching its peak. 

miguel seemed to notice too, mumbling in your ear, “breed me… please” as that was all that he could let out. you smiled, pressing a kiss against his temple, “good boys get what they want”. you buried your face into his neck as you came, moaning his name out loud as you made sure to pin his ass against your cock. miguel followed shortly after, gasping for air as he moaned your name over and over again. you stood there, still inside him as you wanted to make sure you filled him up. 

“you alright?” you asked with concern, looking up at him. he pressed his forehead against yours, a smirk plastered across his face. 

“of course. getting fucked by you is always the best thing… and don’t you dare move.” he sternly ordered, wrapping his arms around your shoulders to keep himself steady. 

“i wasn’t planning to just yet. but what about your suit?” you asked and he pointed at his wrist cuff, not noticing it before.

“i made a new prototype. thought i’d test it out tonight…” he mumbled, closing up the space between you two to kiss you once again. he began to move his hips, earning a groan from you.

“you fuckin’ whore… you do realize that there are cameras right?” you pointed up at one and he placed his hand behind your nape, pulling you closer to him.

“then let them watch.”

how did miguel end up in the position? legs pinned behind his head and feet wagging in the air while you’re pounding his cunt black and blue.

“tighten your pussy more cariño” , you grunted out after slamming into him hard enough to have the tip of your dick pressing against his pleasure point with force. an extremely girlish whimper passing through his lips.

a garbled gasp was all he could muster , hands scratching at your shoulders from the sheer power you were moving your hips with. it was kind of surprising how someone your age could have so much ferocity. “i-i can’t ! fuuck y-you’re a-an animal”

miguel’s pussy kept a nice grip on your cock , leaving it a shiny mess every time you pulled out of him. you watch as his eyes crossed and his jaw fell open in ecstasy , shamless grunts leaving his mouth.

it was fathers day. you knew your lover was upset not being able to spend fathers day with anyone , so what better way to spend it than you putting a baby in him?? giving him the thickest creampie?

“shit baby! you feel so so good . . ah!” , rolling your pelvis and the incredibly loud slick sound of your thick cock playing in his pussy. the older man was a complete mess for you , his pussy all swollen as you gave him nice deep strokes.

“g’nna nut deep in this pussy yeah? give you all the babies you want. you like that right mama?” , the way you spoke to him — so fucking filthy and indecent. but he couldn’t help but nod and agree.

“y-yes! give me your babies mi amor — haah fuck! make me a mama” , miguel’s gummy walls contracted around you and you moved your hand down to his clit , flicking his clit with your thumb.

“ok miguel. i’ll knock you up and fill you til it takes ok baby?”

WHAT PART OF THIS WAS NECESSARY

i think miguel o'hara doesn't like voicing out his needs, instead he makes you "force him" to say them. he can be pushy, he can grab and pull, kiss and bite but his mouth will only spill out moans and some groans when he's halfway hard and you're not being fast on taking off your clothes or touching him.

he would grind and do everything in his power to get you to be just as horny as he feels. he'd curse out, both in english and spanish when you finally touch him back, when you're the one running your mouth to call out his whorish behavior.

he can bend wherever you guide him to, spreading his legs real nice for you, even arching his back. maybe you want him on top, ready to ride you, and he'll be happy to oblige. or maybe he'll let you push him around, seeing your face as you position yourself between his legs, watching his chest go up and down when he'll eventually sigh in relief, thinking he's about to get what he desperately wants.

his eyes would beg you to fill him up, but you'd wait enough to get him to a breaking point. teasing him, grabbing him, pinching his skin and leaving marks in his neck or back while he starts getting desperate because his cock has been already leaking from the beginning, and he really really needs you.

and by that point it'll only take a bit of dirty talking the big stud, telling him how hot and needy he looks, and he's done. his tone will be demanding, but soon enough he won't stop begging for your cock, screaming your name and asking nicely for more. miguel tells himself he didn't say all those things by choice, you push him to it, you made him be that stuttering mess, but he secretly loves how hard you fuck him each time he says please.

and so he'll say it again and again until you cum inside of him.

Eating out miguel for hours while he claws at the Ned before giving him what he wants your cock and cum

Trans!Miguel O'Hara x Male Reader Warnings: NSFW, 18+ Only. Oral (r giving), afab terms used, sex, creampies.

Your tongue and fingers work in tandem, coaxing orgasm after orgasm from Miguel. By the time you’re somewhat satisfied his thighs are dripping, trembling either side of your head, and when you look up he’s already watching you with glossy eyes, halfway to delirium and only held down by the grip he has on your hair. He’s hypnotised when you pull away, translucent strings of saliva and his slick coating the lower half of your face, and he expends what little energy he has left to pull you up into a sloppy makeout, humming into the kiss when he tastes himself on your tongue.

Neither of you are fully satisfied yet, and when you inch your cock inside it’s a seamless glide, the knot in your gut already tight after spending so long between his thighs. You’ve barely bottomed out and he’s already impatient, claws sinking deeper where they’ve come to rest on your back, shaky legs doing their best to wrap around you as he mumbles against your lips “Move.”

Normally you would punish him for his lack of manners, draw it out even longer, but with the way he’s so desperate underneath you, you don’t. Instead, you set a rapid pace - pulling out until just the tip is inside and then slamming back in, the warm, gummy walls of his cunt sucking you in. After just a few minutes he’s clinging onto you, pussy fluttering around your cock as he groans, “Estoy cerca.”

You’re right behind him, pleasure coiling in your abdomen as each thrust sends sparks of pleasure up your spine. “Fuck, me too, where do you-”

He doesn’t let you finish. If he had more energy he would roll his eyes at such a dumb question, as if the same thing doesn’t happen every time, and yet like every other time, he’s answering without thinking. “Inside, please, inside.” 

I saw the "Omega! Miguel" post and was reminded of something I read once in a fic that some omegas could get grumpy due to baby fever or hormone related stuff and honestly seeing how grumpy and stressed that man is, poor little thing deserves to be breeded

he'd be so grumpy and bratty, his usually soothing sent being marred a bitter overtone. you could see just how stressed he was, but any time you asked about it, he brushed you off. after a week of miguel's stand-offish behavior, you finally confronted him properly and fished the answer out of him. after all, your omega was upset, and your inner alpha was howling to know why.

what you weren't expecting was miguel's flustered, unusually shy mumble of "i want a baby...". to say you were shocked was an understatement, but you quickly shook yourself out of your stupor. if your omega wanted a baby, he would get a baby.

this leads to you primally fucking him, breeding him again and again, pushing deep to make sure your seed properly took. the sweet, happy chirps and whimpers from miguel spurred on your need to breed.

"i'll make you a mama, i promise."