Part Two Of Thoughts On Miguel.

Part Two Of Thoughts On Miguel.

Remember when I said he would be terrified too have kids again, say you do some how convince him. TW: Angst, Nsfw at the end MDNI

I really wanted too make this spicier but in this situation I don't think it should be, other than that enjoy.

After being with Miguel for so long and loving him and you getting the love in return without having too deal with his..slight mood swing arrogant behavior and mood swings you start too feel and want a somewhat domesticated life. You had the ring but nothing more.

You see mayday is a little over 4-5 years old and Jessica has had her kid, you see them all loved up with their pairs and even planning on having other kids so you cant help but want that for yourself.

Miguel has thought of it trust me, he has seen you with the kids and his heart aches for that but he dosnet really want too, the trauma and hurt he still has is still fresh. He often still looks at the saved memories he has and you cant do much but watch him with sad eyes

When you first brought it up it caused a huge argument him accusing you of wanting too replace his "first baby" and not caring for him. Even going as too say that he would never have kids with you.

After a few arguments you stopped talking too him giving him slight answers because you never met Gabriel but she meant a lot too him and she was just a kid so of course you felt remorse, but you really just wanted too be happy with him- it's not like you want him too forget about Gabriel no it was never that you just want something just for the two of you something good and fresh.

After some very intense conversations you finally somehow manage too let him agree slightly too it, it was a very..emotional night.

Miguel would be panting slightly above you slowly thrusting his eyes tightly closed with groans coming from him his thoughts would be everywhere, his mind flashing images of gabby and all the memories feeling like he would be betraying or replacing her.

Groaning he would put his head directly in the corner of your neck slight tears coming from him knowing he deserves this, and knowing it was an accident feeling the guilt of it all.

Please praise him and tell him its okay :((

You would have too hold his hands and continue letting him know its what she would have wanted that she (aka Gabriel) would want him too be happy.

After all of that he would hold you slightly his eyes dewy from crying hands wrapped around your waist rubbing circles and he would just stare his eyes showing nothing but love and adoration for you.

(I'm sobbing real bad.)

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✫ ;: .. STRESS RELIEF / miguel o’hara

: you’re mr. o’hara’s new babysitter. and when he’s found you rather exhausted and stressed from your collage study he offers some help with your tension…

18+ nsfw babysitter!reader x dad!miguel au; fingering; erotic massage; intended slight age gap (you’re a collage student); praise (I have to); forbidden; use of ‘cariño’ (it’s clearly my fav pet name); slight overstimulation

You took a breath as you knocked on the large door. You had gotten this job through the long winded grapevine. A person heard from a person and so on…

So, you barely knew the family, just that they needed a babysitter. You were in collage so any extra money was eagerly appreciated.

You heard some scuffing of assumable feet before the door opened. And as you stood expecting an older man or woman, you were silently surprised to see him.

He opened the door with a fluid motion that showed his ease and strength, as he continued to tie his black tie with his other hand. He caught your gaze and you actually gulped. Because for one second his eyes looked…red?

“Mr. O’hara?” You carefully ask, as you try not to let your gaze drift down his well built, suited body.

“Mhm, you must be the…babysitter. Miss y/l/n?” He checked, to which you nod, brushing your hands down your plain shirt. You tried to dress at least a little nice, wanting to appear fit to look after this family’s kid. Or…single father?

You weren’t sure, because when you glanced at his hand you saw no ring. But you didn’t inquire, finding it would be rather rude and unimportant. You smile. “Sorry, I hope I’m on time.”

Miguel just hums, and as you briefly glance behind him at his house’s interior, he gets the chance to let his gaze wander, still slightly fiddling with his tie. You looked put together, polite. “She’s just in the lounge.” Miguel said, his gaze stopping at your chest, which slightly heaved a fraction too heavy.

He tilted his head, stepping aside to let you in. And as you carefully stepped through, Miguel stayed in the doorway, your shoulder slightly brushing his chest. “You seem nervous.”

“What?” You quickly glance back at him, once completely inside. “I mean…sorry, Mr. O’hara?” You tried to stay polite. Because if he thought you were nervous for the wrong reasons he might not let you stay.

“You’re quite a polite thing, aren’t you? A uni student, correct?” Miguel asks, shrugging his suit jacket on. You ignore the way his muscles practically scream to be let free from the constricting material, as you yet again smile.

“Yes, sir.”

“It’s alright, cariño.” He very vaguely chuckles. “You don’t have to be that polite.” He’s now buttoning part of his suit.

You can feel your heart beat a fraction quicker at the pet name, as you press your lips together, trying your best to not look flustered in any way. Miguel glances back up at you. “Just make sure she’s in bed before eight. She’s an early riser.”

You nod. “Of course. Any food preferences?” You ask, as you again look around at the simple decor.

“Anything in the fridge should be fine. And please, help yourself.” Miguel says, as he slips his arms into his even bigger coat, almost ready to leave for the night.

Then just as he turns, he pauses, seeming to realise something. “Oh.” He grabs a left over note from his pocket, along with a pen. He edges closer to your. “Turn around a moment.” He says, to which you slowly do. Then he’s stepping much much closer, pressing the piece of paper to the top of your back, scribbling something with the pen.

You ignore the way his warm breath tickles your skin, as his hand moves to slightly hold the back of your neck, keeping you still. Then when he pulls away, you see his entended hand with his written number.

“If anything happens, call me.” He says. And you’ve noticed something. Maybe it’s because he doesn’t know you, but his face has stayed its monotoned expression for the entire conversation.

“Of course.” You nod. He copies the nod, as his tongue comes out to lick part of his lips, his gaze slightly dropping before he’s opening the door with a bag slung over his shoulder.

;;

It was late when Miguel opened the door to his house. And when he shrugged off his coat, walking into the lounge he spotted you, head knocked back over a seat. Your shirt has slightly ridden up, and as he scouted the room he spotted things such as sketch pads and pencils, along with drawings of fairys and such.

When he carefully picked a page up, clearly drawn by his daughter he saw what looked to be you and her holding hands. She liked you.

Miguel glanced back to your calm, sleeping form. It was 11 at night now, so Gabriella must be asleep. He edged closer to you. His daughter took awhile to feel comfortable with new people, so the fact that she had drawn you certainly meant something.

Miguel was now towering over you, as you breathed, eyes closed. He could see a few books and your computer beside you on the couch. You must have been studying. You must be exhausted. Miguel found himself sitting on the couch, unbuttoning his jacket.

He should probably wake you up, but you just looked to peaceful. A little longer won’t hurt. Miguel’s gaze began to get caught up in the sliver of skin that was on display, your shirt very ruffled. He reached out to gently pull it down, straightening out the creases.

You slightly moved at this, your legs stretching out, and landing right over his lap. He froze a moment, his hand still by your stomach, as your hair moved to stick to your lips. And Miguel found himself pulling the strand away, brushing part of your lips.

His claws were out, since he was in some sense alone. He kept his true being a secret, but when he got home from work his fangs and claws always came out, his entire body relaxing. So, now his claw was brushing your smooth skin.

He probably shouldn’t be touching you, waking you up instead, telling you to go home. But you were just so…polite…sweet…and asleep on his couch. It would be rude to wake you up now, especially after his daughter had taken a liking to you. Yeah…you could stay a little longer.

But then your body shifted again, or more accurately your leg did, your calf slightly brushing along his…somewhere that shouldn’t be reacting to the movement. He gulps, feeling his fangs now completely out. They always did appear when he wanted something, bad. But what he was beginning to think that he what he wanted, he quickly looked away from you.

You needed to move your leg. He looked back at your oblivious face. But you looked so…no. Miguel swiftly moved your legs, placing them back on the couch. But just as he stood, cursing at himself, he felt a small hand grab around his dress shirt’s sleeve. He looked to you and your outstretched hand.

Then your eyes began to open, blinking sleepily. You then spotted your grip and where—who—it was attached to. With widening eyes, you quickly let go, moving to sit up. “M-Mr. O’hara, I’m— god, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to fall asleep, I was just…”

"Hey...” Miguel found the seat beside you again, gently placing his hand on your shoulder. “Calm down…you’re alright.”

You met his gaze, and blink a few too many times. Was that…fangs you just saw? Miguel seems to realise his mistake as he quickly looks away. His body tensed as he forced his body out of relaxation, his fangs disappearing along with his claws.

You were sleep deprived…yeah, that was it. You shake your head, standing. “Sorry, sir. Uh…Gabriella is in bed. She’s been there since eight.”

Miguel nods, standing now too. “Good.” He glances at your strewn out study notes, to which you quickly rush over and pack them up, stuffing them, along with your computer in your bag. “I should go…um…thank you, sir…for the opportunity. Your daughter’s lovely.”

Miguel watches you slightly rush, acting as if you had been caught doing something wrong. You had done nothing wrong. In fact, you had done everything right.

Miguel stops you, as you had just slipped your shoes back on. You shift your gaze to him, as you try to soothe out your messy hair. He tilts his head a fraction, an actually amused feeling blossoming inside him as he stared at your flustered state.

“I’m out next week. Same day, same time...” He says, as he slipped the money into your jacket's pocket.

You stopped your rushed movements. Was he?… “You want me to come back?” You’re slightly surprised.

“Mhm.” Miguel nods, handing you a left behind note that fell on the floor. “Can you make it?”

You quickly nod. “Yes. Yeah, I can make it.” You felt relieved. It meant you did something right.

Miguel nods. “Good. I’ll see you next week.”

;;

Throughout the week you had grown nervous again, sinking back and forth into just bailing. But now you are stood in front of his door, straightening out your skirt. The door was pulled open, and Miguel was suprised to feel a little...light upon seeing you and your shy smile. "Come in." He stepped aside as you ventured in, past him.

Miguel's body tenses as you pass him, a lovely scent wafting off you. It was the same as last time, but for some reason he seemed to notice it more. It made his fangs and claws itch to come out. He coughs, watching as you gaze around. "Same bedtime, same thing with the food. I noticed you didn't eat anything last time..." Miguel hums, making you meet his gaze. "Please do. You seemed exhausted."

"I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to fall asleep—"

"That's not what I'm saying." Miguel cuts in, shaking his head. "You're studying, it's expected. If you need a break to rest, the couch is free to you."

You slightly smile at this. "That's very nice of you Mr. O'hara, thank you."

Then he's nodding and leaving out the door.

;;

Even though he offered, you just couldn't bring yourself to eat or fall asleep. So, when Miguel arrived back home seeing you head first into your studies, with a clearly full fridge his brows furrowed.

You didn't hear him at first, as he removed his coat and jacket, rolling his sleeves up. He walked closer, looking down at your partially hunched posture as you bit your lip, stressed. He tilted his head, actually feeling concerned. "You should take a break."

You swiftly turn, clumisly standing. "Mr. O'hara. I...I didn't hear you, sorry."

"Stop apologising..." Miguel begins before pausing. "Actually no, you should be apologising." He stepped closer, taking the note out of your hand. "You need to give yourself time to rest...relax."

"I'm alright." You smile at his kindness, but Miguel just shakes his head, crossing his arms.

"I can't have my babysitter feeling exhausted."

You shake your head, thinking he means for the worst. "I promise, I'm fine." You didn’t want him to fire you. The money was good.

"Sit down." Miguel said, directing you back onto the couch, as he moves your study notes and computer, so that he can take a seat beside you. Your brows slightly furrow. "Turn the other way."

Cautiously you do, your back now facing him as you sat, a tad curious. And then his hands are on your shoulders adding a tad of pressure. Your eyes widen as you try not to slump into his strong, big hands. "What are you..."

"Shh, it's okay. I just want you to be less tense." Miguel calmly says, beginning to massage the tight knots in your muscles. “You’ve just done so well looking after my daughter…” You can feel your body relax more and more into his hands.

“Shit…” you mutter, pressing your lips together to hold back unwanted noises.

“Mm?” Miguel shifted closer to your back, his breath by your ear, as his hands did wonders on your shoulders and the top of your back.

Your head begins to loll backwards, but you quickly snap it back up. “No, no. That’s alright.” Miguel grabbed your chin, tilting your head back to rest on his shoulder.

“Are you sure…you really don’t have don’t this.” You say, but he continues, moving even closer so that you’re practically flush against his front as his hands continue it’s massage.

“Yeah…it’s alright, cariño. I need you feeling good.” Miguel says, as you can’t help but shut your eyes, fully laid against him. God, you felt good.

“Mm.” Miguel hums, almost to himself, as his hands move slightly to your neck and collarbone. It was hard to keep his claws in, but he manages, feeling an even bigger urge to continue getting rid of your tension.

“You seem to work so hard, Miss y/l/n.” He says, your chest seeming to heave a fraction harder. You hope he doesn’t notice. He does, a slight smirk edging his lips, as his hands shift further down, getting the top of your chest.

As he massages a certain point on your chest, a small mix of a groan and a whimper falls from your lips. Your cheeks flushed as you felt incredibly embarrassed. You were acting as if no one had touched you.

But Miguel appreciated the sound. “I like hearing that.” He lowly whispers by your ear, making you shiver. “It shows I’m doing good.”

“This is v-very nice of you, sir.” You gulp out, trying not to let your thighs rub together.

“Yeah? That’s good. As I said I need my babysitter feeling good.” Miguel’s hands have edged closer and closer to tits. Not quite touching, but your hardened nipples under bra kinda wants him to.

“Mr. O’hara…?” You slowly question, as his breathing turns a little shallower. His fingers slightly brushing along your clothed nipples. Your body tensed. “Hey, it’s alright. Just making you feel good, mi cariño.”

Now your breathing is mismatched, as he brushes over your nipples again. His mouth has slightly opened by your neck, his lips carefully dragging, as his massaging has begun to make work on your tits. “These feel a little sore.” He mutters against your skin, as he squeezes and plays with them.

“M-mr. O’hara—“

“Shh, it’s okay. You’re okay. You feel good don’t you? That better?” Miguel quietly coos, as he presses you harder against him, his arms entirely around your body now.

You can’t reply as your breathing stutters, his hands feeling so good. You slightly rub your thighs together as subtly as possible. Miguel places a small kiss on your rapidly heating pulse. “You are very tense, y/n.” He comments, his hands now dragging down your stomach, which is contracting a fraction.

He gazed down at your pressed together thighs, as he keeps your head rested back against his shoulder. Then his hands tighten around them, drawing your legs open, making your heart thump. And not the one in your chest…

Miguel coos by your ear, acting as if this normal. As if this is fine. “Are you sore down here, cariño? Uh huh…I think you are…”

Your head is spinning, as Miguel draws your legs even farther apart, making your skirt push up to your hips, revealing your panties. You slightly shift, going to speak, but Miguel just whispers, kissing your neck again. “Shh, you’re okay, mi cariño…just wanna make you feel less tense…it’ll help you focus won’t it?”

Then his fingers drag along your clothed pussy, making you jolt. “Mm…yeah, look at you. You need to relax.” Miguel had begun to rub your throbbing clit making choked whines leave your open lips.

Miguel grins against your skin, rubbing a little harder. “Aw…you are sore, y/n. You just wanted some help. I can help you, cariño.”

Then you suddenly jolt, feeling something sharper scrap against your pussy, the feeling making your body buzz. Miguel couldn’t hold back his claws and fangs for much longer, especially at the feel of you coming undone in his arms.

He doesn’t stop even as you mutter “What…” He just rubs harder, making your hips grind on their own. “That’s it, grind into my hand.” Miguel breathes. “Make yourself feel better.”

He then slips past your panties, spreading your wetness around. “Oh, your body likes that? Doesn’t she? Carajo…your pussy is practically begging to be touched…”

His claws against your most sensitive spot makes whimpers and moans fall even easier. And as he slips two fingers inside you, a small yelp spills as he begins to finger fuck you. The sounds obscene, as he shush’s and coos in your ear. “Doing so good…so good, my pretty little girl. My fingers making you feel good.”

His claws were hitting against your g-spot making you slightly squirm against him. “W-what are those?” You manage as his fingers quicken inside you, your walls clenching around him.

“They’re just claws, cariño.”

Even though you could feel that they are so, your eyes still widen. “What?”

“But it’s okay, because they feel good don’t they? You’re squirming like that because they feel so good inside you. I certainly like the feel of them inside you…inside your pretty little hole.”

His fingers quicken, making your stomach contract. “Mm, can you cum for me? It’ll help release all that tension. Come on. Cum.” His words become a little more like a demand as he thrusts up into you.

And when your orgasm crashes over you, your head now thankful for the support of Miguel’s shoulder, you entire body is flushed, your hips pathetically riding the high out as Miguel doesn’t pull out.

“M—“ you choke out because he isn’t slowing, continuing to fuck you with his long fingers. “Mr—“

“Sorry…i just…you do feel really good. I’m just imagining what it would feel like…having my cock inside you…just give me a moment.” He mutters. The overstimulation is making you squirm again as you breathe hard.

“Your pretty hole taking all of me. Fuck—I don’t think I could pull out. Just like how my fingers don’t want to leave you.”

Your stomach is tightening again. “No…I wanna feel this pussy for as long as I can, cariño…maybe all night…”

Miguel O’Hara is so 🔥

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