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Intertwining Souls with Miguel O'Hara

Miguel O'Hara x gn!Reader

A/N: I saw this DELICIOUS ASS GIF AND GOT INSPIRED (thanks @mrsoharaa for putting it on my dash HEHE🥰) VERY IMPORTANT VISUAL for the following thot. 😏

CW: SUGGESTIVE, MINORS DNI

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Imagine lying in bed naked with Miguel. No expectations. No hidden intentions for it to lead to anything stronger than simply laying on top of him, completely bare against his chest as you exchange loving, lingering, lazy kisses. Soft groans breathing into a passionate exhale he captures against your mouth as his tongue addictively weaves with yours. Nothing but cozy thick blankets and this plush bed and this tender man you're melting against.

Enjoying the way his muscles wrap around you. Relishing the fact you're safe in the strength of this giant of a man. The outline of his body and every ridge, scar, dip, and callous of his skin imprinting onto yours as if it's the first, despite countless meetings before.

Letting the heat from each other's bodies consume each other as you create a cozy, sensual, intimate space from the affectionate act that's taking place.

The world quiet and desolate outside completely separate from the one you're currently lost in. Morning still hours away as your souls tangle with one another in the deep nighttime.

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🖤

@1-900-venusluvs @thatone-writer

I am perfectly normal :3

Your loser, Middle-aged Genetics professor with a dadbod <3

pt. 7

A/n: Hey y’all! Just a quick apology for such a long update, just came back from a relaxing vacay n as soon as I got off the plane back home, I started writing cuz the creative juices were juicing <3 Anyways, enjoy <333 Hopefully this serves as a good apology ;)

4 exams down, 3 more to go. The finish line of the semester was so close yet so far. Not gonna lie, your sanity was hanging on by a rope, your strongest and only support system being one person. He was the most sweetest, smartest, and respectful person you have ever had the blessing of meeting. It may not have been in the most conventional (or convenient) of ways, but still, it couldn’t have felt more like the storybook that you wanted and dreamed your life would be. Amidst your academic tribulations, he made you feel like royalty.

Even now, as you wait in the library and your phone goes off with a notification from Miguel, whom you had referred to as ‘Professor O’Hara’ only just a few months ago, you are still in dreamland with the fact that you were—

Well, at this point, you two haven’t quite fleshed out the label of y’all’s relationship just yet, but for now, you tell yourself that you two are talking. So yes, even now, you truly can’t believe that you are talking with your adorable professor.

You mentally take note that this will be a conversation that you two will have to have in the near future.

Your attention is now on your phone, reading a message under the contact name ‘Mig 🤓’.

“We ended earlier than planned. Headed over there now❤️”

You smile at the message, already typing a response up.

The night he told you about his late daughter was almost a week ago, and since then, y’all have set aside a day to go to the public library. You both agreed that it was nice, quality time, and wanted to do something like that again; just talking, being with each other, and forget about school for a while. Plus, exams have sort of kept yall apart for the past week, so it was very much needed.

Now you wait at the library where you and Miguel agreed to meet at after he finishes a recitation he had to substitute for.

‘ “Ended earlier than planned” ??? You’re not slick, DID YOU END CLASS EARLIER TO COME HERE???’

‘No, of course not, I would never do that.’

…

‘But maybe.’

‘Uhuh... See you soon <3’

‘See you soon, mamita ❤️😘.’

With a content hum, you put down your phone and turn your face toward the quiet buzz of people reading, chatting over coffee, and studying. Even though it's been months since knowing Miguel, you still feel jitters when about to see him. You can't help it. Everything about him makes you nervous in the best possible way. From how his smile lines crease, how that one little curl falls on his face, how he always speaks to you with a slight pout, the way his sweater vests hug around his full chest and soft tummy, all the way to how he looks at you like you’re his muse. You couldn't stop smiling just thinking about him. And to think, everyone in class just thought he was a total killjoy; backs straighten and all conversations cease when he enters the room. If only they knew the real him, but a part of you is glad you're the only one to see it.

Just a couple of blocks down, Miguel is gathering his things, excited to meet up with you. As he sharply nods to the last few students leaving the room, wishing them a good Summer break and luck on their finals, his expression becomes soft as he thinks of you. Quickly, once he has the room to himself, he takes a minute to put on one or two sprays of his best cologne, fix his hair, and remove his tie. He knew how much you liked it when he wore his button-ups like this; a few left unopened at the top. He felt ridiculous, but you always commented on it, and then it would make Miguel feel good.

That was another thing; since seeing you, Miguel's confidence has so so so improved. He did, however, take a glance over at his cardigan that hung on the back of his swivel chair and contemplated wearing it. It used to be his safety net; an effort to try and hide his soft figure, but that was old Miguel. New Miguel wanted to impress you and, even though he’d never admit it, would try to get the most compliments out of you. Despite feeling like he let himself go, you made him feel like he was a total knock-out, which never failed to make his cheeks grow darker, and he plans to return the favor for however long you’ll have him.

Miguel arrives, scanning the enormous room for you, a bright, colorful speck among the sea of dark-colored apparel. You wore an outfit he had bought you during the semester. He’s indifferent when looking for you, but when he spots you, his lips curled just slightly, the crows feet of his face creasing. He glides across the room, but any faster, he’d be running. He tries to act collected, but you both know he’s ecstatic to see you.

"Hey mama," He stands before you, holding out your hands as if to exhibit an art piece, "You look beautiful today, as always”. His eyes graze over every single inch of you, up and down. There’s something sexy about seeing you in something he bought you, even if it wasn’t all that exposing. You go in for a hug, acting as if you haven’t seen him in weeks (You both see each other in the hallways like every day, y'all just haven't been able to be with each other in a minute).

You smile against his broad chest, "Thanks, cutie, and you look handsome, as per usual.” You give his thick torso a soft run down with your hands. Miguel looks around bashfully, even though no one is paying attention. Physical touch came easy for him when you two were alone, but in public? That’s another story.

You look up to see his wandering eyes fall back on you. “I’ve missed you,” you shift all your weight onto him, holding onto his waist like a koala bear on a tree. You get on your tip toes to reach his cheek, pressing a kiss there, “mwah! so much.” The simple gesture was enough to turn Miguel into a mess. It takes everything in him not to completely smother you out in the open, but would rather save that for when there’s privacy.

Miguel holds you as if you were a porcelain doll. Something rose in his chest, call it pride; Proud to show off the gorgeous woman in his arms. "I missed you more." He says softly.

"So? How was the class?" you hold onto his hand while looking for a place to live in for the afternoon.

Miguel looks as well and spots a vacant, quiet little corner of the library, one that sits almost separate from the rest of the crowd. He gives your hand a small tug, motioning for it. "It was actually quite nice. The students were pretty engaged for it being an 8AM... I dunno, I might pick it up next semester." He sets his bag down before grabbing you a chair for you to sit on, as well as a cushion for you to lay your back on. He grabs a stool for himself once he sees you're comfortable and sat.

You give his forearm a caress, a small act of encouragement, "Well, I think you should. You're so good at what you do. Trust me, I should know." you give him a smirk, making him crack a smile.

"Which reminds me, you feel good for tomorrow? 'cuz if you're needing review for anything, we could go over it right now-" You place a hand on his arm, "Mig! I'm fine! I feel completely fine. Besides, I've tutored over a dozen people, I pretty much know the material like the back of my hand. Please, relax, you need it."

Miguel sits back now, "But if you change your mind, you'll let me know, right?" You nod, and Miguel relaxes at last. He sees the book you pull out and reads the spine of it. Wuthering Heights. It’s one of Miguel’s personal faves. He looks forward to seeing your small reactions once you get toward the end. It was endearing the way you reacted to what you read, let it be a faint widening of your eyes or a small gasp. He also loved watching your concentrated face. He thinks back to all those lectures he spent watching you take your color-coordinated notes in his class, your glossed lips pursed and your eyebrows faintly knitted. It never went unnoticed by him. Adorable.

You do a double-take at Miguel's choice of book, not believing what you read the first time. "Jane Austen?" "…Yes?" "You like Jane Austen?" "Yes. " Miguel says this so matter-of-factly, it leaves you kind of in shock. It was a cute surprise. Smiling, you let a puff of air out your nose, shaking your head as you open your book. “What’s so funny?” Miguel smiles, wanting know what you’re thinking now.

“Ugh, I-“, You almost let a certain 3-word phrase slip from your lips, but you stop yourself. “ I… just wasn’t expecting that, is all. Have you read ‘pride and prejudice’?”

“Yeah, loved it. It’s why I’m reading this one.” He looks down at the cover, which, in intricate letters, reads sense and sensibility. Your smile is even wider now that you know the man of your dreams is a fellow Jane Austen fan. “Me, too. Let me know what you think, then.” You softly say, starting on your book. “Of course. By the way, anyone ever taught you not to judge a book by its cover?” You roll your eyes and nudge him, making him chuckle in his throat. Although Miguel’s humor wasn’t exactly the most original, his sass takes the cake, and you love it. Feeling romantic, Miguel leans over and kisses your cheek once, twice, then gently brings your lips to his by your chin to plant a third kiss.

After finally quenching his need for your kisses, he settles in his spot and reaches for your hand, which you grab instinctively. Like always, his thumb caresses across your knuckles, and you both fall into a peaceful silence, transporting to your individual worlds within your books.

<3

The time in the library is nothing short of peaceful and fun. The first while of reading, Miguel would get up to use the restroom, but on his way back, he would’ve gotten you a cup of coffee for you and himself. A little later, you’d get up as well, but not for the restroom, but to grab him a treat, as well as for yourself. His eyes widen in pleasant surprise when he sees you walk back with them in your hands. He always did have a sweet tooth.

For the rest of the time, you’ll reach over occasionally to push his glasses back up his nose, or sometimes, without looking up from his book, he’ll simply pull your hand up to his lips, and press a butterfly kiss there, the faint smack of the peck making your heart skip a beat. And he doesn’t just do it once, he has to do this every so often because he just can’t resist; the man needs to feel you like as if you’ll disappear out of nowhere.

And you don’t notice, but every now and then, Miguel looks over at you, just admiring. He watches how your eyes inch deeper into the pages as you soak in the language. He can stay like this forever. Reading books with you while you hold hands. For a second, he feels the bottom of his stomach drop because he knows the day will have to end, and he’ll have to go back to class tomorrow, as do you. Sure, you’ll both be in the classroom, but you’ll have to pretend. Miguel was growing tired of the game. He then thinks about how near Summer is, and if he’ll see you then. Not as your professor, but as someone who deeply cares about you.

He’s already making plans on the possible trips you two could make. Maybe spend two weeks in Italy, or maybe just simple weekend roadtrips to nearby, quaint towns. He’s thinking about taking you to only the nicest, fanciest places in Nueva York.

Guiltily, his mind wanders into trips to the bedroom. How he’d love to take care of you and make sure you felt loved. Above all, your pleasure would be his. Oh, how he’d worship you like the goddess you were because dammit, you are one, and to this day, he’s still unsure how he scored you. How he, the intimidating, quiet giant, won an ethereal princess like you. He sort of smiled to himself as he realized:

Gabriella’s favorite bedtime story was becoming his life right before his eyes.

And like many times before, Miguel’s mind wanders even more. He’s thinking of the wedding, the honeymoon and the endless amount of rounds, the baby shower… having a kid with you. He’s fully aware of how crazy it is to think about so soon, but at the same time, it feels so right. With you, it does.

Your caring, attentive nature, sweetness, cleverness, patience, and drive, they were all qualities of someone he wouldn’t mind spending the rest of his life with. Your desire to better yourself and hunger for knowledge is evident in the fact that you’ve worked toward your masters. Your softness that had so remarkably torn down his walls. And of course, there was your unmistakable beauty, but that’s just a bonus!

As he continues to watch you read, your hand lovingly locked with his, he realizes his feelings are no longer casual, no. Miguel’s breath hitches when a realization dawns on him. Rather than a ton of bricks, it feels like a weight lifted off his stiffened shoulders.

He looks at you, and he feels what could only be described as true, total, and complete love.

“‘Scuse me, sir.” Miguel snaps toward the low voice, “Library’s closing in 10 minutes.”

These hushed words sweep your attention from the book in your hands, your face falling in small dismay. You both look at each other, Miguel giving you a shrug that conveys ‘it is what it is’.

“Aw man, I got so caught up in reading, I feel like we didn’t get to talk as much as I wanted to.” Miguel is gathering both of yalls things, leaving your hand for last. You grab his, and you both begin to head out, the swarm of people that was here before gone. “We can still talk if you’d like. We can go to my office?” You nod gingerly.

“Then c’mon, let’s go.” Without asking, he grabs your bag from you and slings his and yours onto his shoulder, and you both leave hand in hand.

<3

After braving the storm that seemed to come out of nowhere outside, Miguel lets you into his office first, closing the door behind you two. The campus was dimly lit, only housing a few students who were doing some late-night studying. Hopefully, no one saw you two shuffling toward his classroom.

You look around his office, and for the first time, if feels new. It’s somewhat dark, the storm outside supplying the only light in the room. You’ve been in here countless of times, helping Miguel out with class work or tutoring, so it shouldn’t feel any different, yet, it does. Maybe it’s because every time you’re in here, you’ve never got the chance to really look at it. You’re always in and out. And if y’all weren’t in here, you were sitting in the lecture hall just outside the office door. Now that the fluorescent lights are off, you realize just how clinical they made it feel in here.

Miguel observes how you look along his walls where a multitude of diplomas hang. He thinks about saying something, but doesn’t want to interrupt; instead, he allows you to examine his space, finding it charming. It’s like he’s letting you in on his life. He pretends to busy himself with something else, leaving you to explore. Which is fine, really. You two have fallen into many comfortable silences before.

Then you move onto his shelf, filled with nothing but books and maybe one picture frame, but you’re not sure. It’s laid flat on the shelf. You go away from it for a second, going back to the spines, reading them off in your head. Some DNA encyclopedias, anatomy studies, Genetic Theory… ah, here we go. Leroux, Fitzgerald, Verne… is that Shelley? Atwood? Woolf? Plath?! Then, of course, there’s Beauty and The Beast. You pause there for a second, remembering Miguel’s most cherished memories that are tied to this story. Some more Jane Austen… oh, and look, Wuthering Heights!

“You’re more than welcome to take any of those. What’s mine is yours.” He sits on the couch that sits along the wall of his office, laying back with his arm laid across the frame of it. You pull out Wuthering Heights and walk towards him, “What’d you think of this one?” You go to take a seat next to him, nuzzling against his side, your head at its assigned spot on his shoulder. “Nice try, sweetie, but don’t wanna spoil it. Though I will say, it’s really good.” his face brightens along with yours, “I think you’ll like it. Brace yourself for the ending, though.” His arm wraps around you now, his thumb making small circles on your shoulder like he usually does.

“How about Miss Austen?” You put the book on a small table beside the couch. Miguel thinks about it for a second. “She’s got this sort of sarcastic wit that I can really get behind. But in all seriousness, her social commentary is brilliant. Still applies to this day, in some ways. And her style, wow…” You can see Miguel get lost in his thoughts, his emotions having their rare time in the limelight as he proceeds to list off Jane Austen’s wonderful writing attributes. It felt so good to see him like this. To be able to get him talking like this was a big win in your book.

“…Just overall, I’m a total fan now.” He nods, looking over at your dazzling eyes. “No, no, keep going.” You urge him, overcome with adoration. Miguel smiles at the floor, shaking his head. “I can listen to you talk all day, honestly.” He looks off into the office still smiling bashfully, away from your revering gaze. “D’aw, don’t be so shy, I love listening to your voice. It’s so soothing, Mig.”

“You’re… stealing my lines.” A chuckle rumbles in his chest while you taunt him with a giggle of your own. In an effort to quiet you and from flustering him further, he envelopes you with his arms, you reaching for his neck simultaneously, and you both meet in the middle with a kiss so sweet, it could develop diabetes. With your lips locked, he grabs your thigh and swings it over his hips, his soft stomach taut against yours. You both smile against each other’s lips, soft laughs in tune with the rain the hits the against walls outside.

Little by little, Miguel’s small chuckles turn into soft groans, his breath becoming labored. His hands venture up under your top, fingers ghosting the skin above the waistband of your skirt. You taste of… cherry lip gloss. His favorite taste, and in the past couple of weeks, he’s grown addicted to it. As a matter of fact, he’s become so addicted that he tends to bite and pull at your bottom lip, a gesture that never failed to leave you weak in the knees.

The hungry tug of your lip evoked a small whine from your throat, unleashing something in Miguel. Carefully, he laid you on the couch, your bodies entangling in languid unison with your tongues. The feeling of all of Miguel’s weight on you set a flame off within you, his length pressing along your dampened heat each time he dug his hips. You wanted it, and bad. Needed it like your life depended on it, but your conscious was screaming at the back of your mind, and you couldn’t ignore it.

“M-mig, w-wait.” You manage to breathe out, the heart between your legs unable to agree with the brain in your head. You hated stopping where things were headed, but you had reason.

Miguel’s head shot up from your neck where it was planting hickies on. “Are you okay? You wanna stop?” He’s already sitting up, removing himself from your legs, “Mama, I’m so sorry, I should’ve asked, want me to take you home? If you want to, I can take you-“ Miguel was so worried, he’d rather die than you feel taken advantage of. “Miguel! It’s okay, I’m fine!” You reassure him softly, sitting up as well to keep him seated. “Trust me, I wanted this, too. It’s not you at all. I just…” you grab his hand, thinking of your next words. Your shoulders droop from what you’re about to say. Miguel looks at you with a soft expression, ready to be here for you in any way.

“Look, we both know we shouldn’t even be here, and not just in this office, I mean being together period. And what worries me the most is not even the fact that we could get caught, but the possibility that maybe you’ll…” Miguel motions for eye contact when he sees you retreating to the floor. “Mamita, tell me, please. Dime que quieres. Nothing you say can upset me or change the way I think of you. Nothing.”

“I just don’t want you to think that I’m only in this for the wrong reasons.” Miguel’s brows furrow in confusion. How could he possibly think you’re using him? “Sweetie, why would I…” And it clicked just as fast as he began speaking. “Oh. Oh.” Miguel seemed to be going deep into thought. You were scared that maybe you had said something wrong.

“Miguel, please understand that I care about you so so so much, and because I do, I don’t want us to be intimate with each other until the school year is completely over.” You’d thought things through since becoming romantic with Miguel, and the thought that If y’all had sex, there would’ve been the risks of people finding out, you losing your eligibility for a degree that you were one exam away from obtaining, or worse, Miguel losing his job as professor and probably being blacklisted for the rest of his life. A very small part of it was also that you didn’t want your score on his exam to be affected in any which way. There was simply too many downsides.

He looks back up at you, not a trace of judgment nor anger on his face. “Mama, you don’t have to explain yourself. The ball is in your field. Whatever you want or need, I’m right there with you. Don’t ever feel bad for what you want, okay?” Your lips curl in relief, and you nod slowly. He brings his hand to your face, allowing you to lean into his touch. “And to be honest, I couldn’t agree more. But even after classes end, even then our speed is still up to you. I’m not ready to take things further until you are.”

How lucky am I to have someone like him? I’m not entirely sure who’s up there or who to thank exactly, but oh my goodness, thank you for giving me this perfect man sitting before me.

“You mean it? I mean, you’re not disappointed or anything?” Miguel shakes his head. “Not even for a second.” Filled with joy, and almost knocking him over, you embrace him.

“We could just stay in here and chat. Would you like that?” He speaks softly against your hair. “I would love that.”

<3

Miguel and you lay on the couch (which fits you just fine, but Miguel’s feet were borderline hanging off the end), Miguel the big spoon, and you the little one. Your head lays against the decorative pillow while he props his on his hand.

“Did you always wanted to be a teacher?” Your gaze falls softly on the wall across from you, your eyes traveling along the diplomas.

“Well, when I was little, I did. I loved science and there was this one teacher I had… she was the best. Wanted to be just like her. But…” Miguel breathes out. You can feel his stomach tense up against your back, prompting you to turn your head towards him. “Y’know… um… I didn’t always teach.”

Miguel would go on to tell you how the past five years has looked for him. He began with a rather heavy start; a freak accident in his work as a geneticist. He’d then recount his days as a hero, proceeding to show you his long-retired claws. You listened intently, with an open mind, following along to his story of how he got involved with the multiverse, and what that term entails. He explained how the world was connected to other worlds; a prodigious tree of universes. It was how he lost his daughter. He revealed the tragic story to you finally, after withholding it that first night he told you about her in the school library. He recollected a few more memories that would eventually lead to his decision to hang up his hat as Spider-Man, finding refuge in becoming a science professor; an old dream he had abandoned so many years ago.

“And since then, I’ve been… okay. Better than before, for sure. I’m satisfied here, truly.” You say there, processing everything he had shared with you. “I know that was a lot, you don’t have to say anything. I’m just glad that I could share this with you.” You nod, trying to think of what to say because silence just wouldn’t suffice, not for you. “I…” you began, your voice low and soft, “And are you happy?”

Miguel is taken aback by the question. Even after every he’s said…the man just got done telling you he has fangs and red pupils and that he traveled across dimensions for a living, and this is your first question? If he’s happy? He told you a story that could possibly have the fbi sent to his door with just one call, but you’re more interested in his wellbeing? He couldn’t believe it. He couldn’t believe you.

Miguel lets out a sharp breath; a chuckle, as his eyes narrow at you. “You’re unreal, you know that?” Your lips reflect his small smile, “What?! I wanna know, after everything, are you happy in life?” You repeat the question with utmost genuineness in your tone.

With the answer as obvious to him as the formulas he taught in his class, Miguel simply leans in, hand on the back of your head, and kisses you, then pulling back by just an inch, he speaks softly,

“Now that you’re here, I am.”

A/n: I hope y’all enjoyed it <3 Shoutout to @pomakori for sending this photo in, I absolutely loved it and had to include it in this chapter cuz it’s so them coded !!!

(Like ❓❓ this is so them‼️ n u can’t change my mind‼️)

Thank you so much for reading <3 I’m a lil worried about how long it might be, so sorry if I yapped too much on this one 🫶 I just love n care abt him sm, ur honor🥹

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RAHHH I CAN'T WAIT

Friday 10:30pm (GMT)

NOTHING BUT TROUBLE

credit to: @mar_mar0u on Instagram/ @/marmar0u on X and Tumblr!

✭ 🔞 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐂𝐚𝐭! 𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐎’𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ✭

✭ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: cat and mouse chase? more like a cat and spider chase…

✭ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: reader and miguel have an established relationship, suggestive comments? miguel being a complete flirt, the reader being fed-up, make-out session? flirty interactions, soft smut, miguel is uncircumcised, soft dom miguel, reader is a little assertive in bed, dick-grabbing (?), and this is hella cheesy (idc I had fun)

✭ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: >1k words

✭ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: my doing 😛 (my indecisive ass CANNOT) this took forever to work on as my ass got too indecisive on how to write it and how to execute it

to my cat owners, tell your cat I said: psst, psst. 🐈‍⬛🩵 (specifically to the cat that lives on my campus)

𝒀𝑶𝑼’𝑹𝑬 𝑳𝑰𝑲𝑬 𝑨 𝑫𝑬𝑽𝑰𝑳 𝑰𝑵 𝑫𝑰𝑺𝑮𝑼𝑰𝑺𝑬

º・🤍 º.▫︎º・

MATURE CONTENT MDNI | MINORS WHO INTERACT WILL BE BLOCKED

𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐂𝐚𝐭! 𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 who loves to mess with you whenever he has the chance. He would do ridiculous burglaries to get your attention. He is like a cat running to chase a laser point to catch it but fails every time. But when you see him, he always gets away… He would break into a pet store to free the cats, to get your attention.

𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐂𝐚𝐭! 𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 would find ways to flirt with you, no matter how innocent it sounds or how sexual it is. And do you like it? A little too much. The pickup lines got cleverer every time you ran into him.

“You're the only woman who turns my world upset down.” He sneers, hanging upside down on a lamppost with your webbing around his ankle.

“Uh-huh…” You huffed out, not paying attention to him.

“You got my blood rushing, and I'm not talking about my head. It's going to my dick—”

“Okay, enough.”

𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐂𝐚𝐭! 𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 is like a stray cat whenever he comes into your apartment. This man would crawl into your apartment and start with his late night “𝑹𝑬𝑵𝑫𝑬𝒁𝑽𝑶𝑼𝑺” with you.

𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐂𝐚𝐭! 𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 who makes biscuits on your blankets and pillows half-asleep, somehow ripping your blankets. Because of this, he would buy you new blankets every other week, going into different stores to not see the same workers every other week.

He becomes domesticated—

When you're not home, he washes your new blankets with your favorite laundry detergent and always leaves a rose on your bed, no matter what. The thorns are always snipped off. He doesn't want you to cut your pretty fingers :(

(As a bonus, he trims the thorns with his claws.)

𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐂𝐚𝐭! 𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 make sure that you get home safely. Every night, between 9:30 and 10:15, he stands on the roof of a building across from your apartment, waiting to see your window light up with that familiar warm light.

A sigh of relief escapes his lungs when he sees you enter your apartment after returning from your high-demanding job as a photographer (and New York’s superhero).

Seeing you drop your bags and remove your sweater was a good indicator for him that you were ready to settle for the night. Especially when it's a weekday.

𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐂𝐚𝐭! 𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 who loves long nights with nothing but intimacy, especially after you had a long night. The sensation of being free from his suit while being bare in bed with you brings serotonin to him, enjoying the soft touches and caresses. The touches slowly evolve into gropes, to the point where he is on top of you, planting soft kisses on your cheeks and temple.

He loves holding you close while slowly stroking his length against your puffy clit, enjoying the hood of skin stroking the vein on his length. The slow rub is enough to pent you up, enough for you to grab his length gently and pull him closer to your entrance. Seeing you tug at it, he chuckles, guiding him closer to your gummy walls.

"Seems like you know what you're doing, sweetheart. Go on, it's yours."

Between the gentle pinch of your thumb and pointer, you gently pinch at his foreskin, pulling it down to see the familiar mauve tip you love to see when he's pent up. You again pull at his length with such vigor, finally inviting the bulbous tip into your soft, warm, gummy walls. "No foreplay?" He quips before he feeds your needy pussy more of his length, slowly and gently. Your fingernails rake down his back like a rake gathering leaves in a yard. When he bottoms out, a breathy moan escapes from deep in his chest cavity, a groan that pleads to be let out from such pent-up stress and frustration.

"Home sweet home," He sighs, grinding his aching tip against your g-spot. You rolled your eyes at the unnecessary commentary, wanting this man to shut up. But the unexpected thrust sent you into heaven and back to earth, grasping onto your bedsheets as if it would anchor you down from the heavenly sensation while a guttural moan escapes.

"Good, good. You're doing so good." He croons while slowly pulling out and thrusting his length back in, grasping onto the fat of your hips, allowing his claws to sink into your soft skin while keeping up the same smooth pace. The sight of your soft breasts rippling against his thrusts awakened something in him, allowing him to eagerly take your nipple in between his teeth, allowing his canines to graze against the sensitive bud every other second.

But he always lets you finish first, no matter how long it takes for you to finish. It could be an hour, and he's not going to stop until he wants you to squirt on his cock, soaking both of y'all and the fitted bedsheets. But it can sometimes get the man pussy whipped, literally.

Groans slowly turn into mewls and resort to sloppy, makeout sessions with you, wanting to block the sounds he was producing. In between kisses, he whispers in between the kisses and breaths soft praises while he gently strokes his cock, yearning to be indulged in your warmth. The usual stoic expression wipes away like a spill off a kitchen counter, changing into a lolled expression, seeing your chest rise and fall rapidly. But the moments while you finish, he accompanies you, holding you close to his chest, muffled groans against his skin.

"Good job, sweetheart. We did it."

𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐂𝐚𝐭! 𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 who loves to cuddle with you after. This man loves sleeping on your bed while you play with his hair. He groans from the back of his throat, mimicking the sound of a cat purring. The vibrations return to you, creating a funny feel against your skin.

He denies and denies that he purrs, but the vibrations from his groans don't help his case.

He yaps in his sleep, too. He mumbles, barely coherent nonsense.

But you don't mind it as he sleeps like a dog (cat) on the floor.

Mi Dulce Cereza (Pt. 2)

Ranchero! Miguel O'Hara x Reader

Synopsis: Revenge's path is never an easy feat. Not when love for the enemy and other feelings get in the way. Would it rise and come out as a victor? Or would it succumb to the sweetest of beings?

WARNING: Novela level drama, Toxic relationships, character introduction, mild and brief sexual tension, No use of YN, Family feud, scheming, disingenuous behaviors, mentions of animal abuse, tension, name calling, No proofread.

Summary: An unexpected accident opens a new door.

A/N: Yee ✨. Hope you enjoy and like. Happy to be writing again 🥹💖.

Previous

If there was something Miguel had to admit, was the finesse and comfort he was surrounded with. Cause in all honesty, he was expecting a poorly kept barn, full of unused and rusty machinery that would harbor many unwanted crawlers and creatures.

Not an apartment-like place full of commodities that his younger self and his family could only dream of back then. Impecable showers he'd only got to see at the hotel rooms whenever Conchata could afford them. A pristine and comfortable bed for his own, unlike the smelly, stained with suspicious fluids and borderline itchy mattress he used to share with Gabriel back at the shelters, if they found space.

He had a whole place for himself, including a well distributed office and tacking room within. Tools at his immediate disposition, same for men and horses.

Much to his dismay so far he hadn't seen anything out of place, except for the rich family living in his property.

So far, the beasts that carried William, the same that used to terrify him but now gave him a fat and healthy amount of money, laid resting a couple of feet away from him, feeding themselves with the freshest of fruit picks and hay. Their strict and perfectly balanced diet would serve their purpose of keeping them healthy, hence, adding even more value to them.

Miguel awakened ten minutes before his alarm went off. A custom his body refused to leave out completely and served him for properly stretch his body joints before he gave his day a start.

Last night's events with you had surely taken him by surprise. You didn't look past your twenties, and so far you had been civil. A gorgeous and civil, soaked mess.

Miguel thought William had a boy or at least two children, but it was you and only you. The Pastor's daughter. William J. Anderton's most cherished treasure and one of Santa Margarita's belles.

Someone that would make the perfect tool for his best interests. He wished for Gabriel's arrival to be sooner, but he knew good things took time. He knew in the end, everything would be worth it.

With a deep inhale and a towel already on his shoulder, his day and revenge had just begun.

Morning had gone almost in a blink, one moment was seven am, and the breakfast bar was too crowded for his likings, and the next thing he knew it was almost ten. He'd have breakfast or lunch later, after all, the horseshoes of a lovely brown mustang horse named Joaquín, demanded his attention a bit too longer than it should.

His poor tolerance to half assed jobs was something not even his enemy could tear from him.

No wonder why that cabrón was so desperate to hire someone.

The horses although well fed, were neglected. The farrier had either scamming William for the pay or he really had no idea what he was doing.

A relieved neigh came through Joaquín, as soon as Miguel removed the jagged and poorly hammered horseshoes off it's hooves.

"A saber quién fue el pendejo que te hizo esto, papito." (God knows whose the asshole who did this to you, boy.)

Joaquín just snorted while remaining still. The cutting and hammering soon begun, Miguel was set into changing every single one of them, until Joaquín whined while it's head bobbed, as if happy to see whoever that showed up in the area.

The delicious smell of food made Miguel to turn his head towards the source and his mouth salivated. Pavlov's conditioning experiment wouldn't require a bell on him, not when his stomach grumbled and the hearty breakfast laid in a thick white plate, ontop of a hand carved and wooden tray. In your hands.

He blinked underneath his hat and his brows puckered both in confusion and initial mistrust as he turned to face you.

Dressed up in comfortable and pretty clothes, a completely different sight from last night's events. Awaiting for him to notice you.

"Uhm... Hi. Sorry for interrupting. Got you some food."

His brow now quirked before finishing the last of Joaquín's hooves.

"Though, I could've get there on my own, I appreciate it, señorita."

With a nervous chuckle you squeezed the tray a bit tighter before handling it to him.

"I know, but we don't serve breakfast past nine am, heh. And I didn't see you in the dining hall today. Besides, it's my own way to thank you for your help last night."

What is she playing at?

"I just did what it was right to do, there's nothing to thank me for." He shrugged briefly with a barely there smile, letting his posture to stand tall and proud, towering over you, even if he leaned against his current work station.

"Still, thank you. My nana Victoria, she prepared you the breakfast, I helped her with the pancakes and the lemonade, hope you like it, it's fresh."

A little proud smile came in your face as soon as you glanced towards the plate. A portion that would definitely feed two, but for a demanding job such as his, and a man his height, it was more than perfect.

"Thanks." He mumbled with a nod as he scratched the back of his neck.

Miguel knew he had to tame and be discreet with his hatred towards whoever unfortunate enough to wear the Anderton surname. He didn't want to be obvious with his dark intentions, even if his inner urge to tell you to wrap the conversation up struggled to come out at the surface.

Not that you were annoying, he simply didn't like being interrupted when too deep in his job, even if the food smelled like heavens itself.

Yet, gorgeous or not, you were an extension of his natural enemy, for simply sharing that wretched surname and William's blood. Someone that seemed a bit too sweet for his likings, and stared like a curious kitten his way. At least you saved him the trip all the way back to the breakfast bar.

"Also... would like to ask you something, if that's ok."

He put the tray on the nearest surface and turned your way, his thumb and index finger resting on his belt buckle as the other arm, his forearm specifically supported his weight against a post. His expression softened, like his voice as he leaned towards you.

"Yes, señorita?"

You gulped and cleared your throat nervously. His eyes crinkling with a proud beam as he caught the way your hands squeezed tighter the tray.

"Papa said that the person coming, meaning you, was an expert on horses. And given your resume, I wanna know if Joaquín is alright? Heard Agustín nicked him yesterday. He's the eldest."

At least you seemed to care for the animals in here in a deeper level than just feeding them.

"He's alright, nothing too bad."He nodded while gazing over the door and then return his eyes towards you, "Was changing his horseshoes actually. Not to be a fish spine in your throat, hermosa. But whoever doing that-" He pointed at the jagged and bent nails thrown on the floor, "Hope you had him fired. The bastard didn't injury any nerves in his hooves, luckily."

You nodded vehemently with concern.

"Oh, he was. That's why I wanted to meet you properly and thank you personally for your services." he chuckled, "I know I said this yesterday, and that it seems like we've neglected the horses, but I'm glad I convinced dad to hire someone ASAP. We really needed it. Vets took too long for an appointment, but I'm sure Joaquín's happy to be less pained."

His lips pursed with a soft blow of his nose, almost suppressing a roll of his eyes at your constant nervous chatter. He didn't bite, yet. Although, the cordiality and flirty facade slipped on. A curious little thing you were, and he amused himself with the effect he knew his persona inflicted in others. You weren't the exception.

"Señorita, you don't have to thank me anything. It's my job, and I'll do it gladly."

"You're a great help already. But I'm happy your experience talks for itself. How long have you been in this business?"

"A decade already."

A low whistle came from your lips and his chest puffed with pride. He loved flaunting whenever the chance demanded.

"Yeah, you're definitely the right person for this." You chuckled.

"What about you? What does a lady like you does around in a place like this?"

Joaquín tapped the floor, sniffing the air upon sensing the smell of food.

"I manage dad's accounting and I'm in charge of the kitchen actually."

Could it be even more perfect? he doubt it. Either the universe finally granted him everything his rotten heart wanted to make up for all those suffering years ago, or it tested his morals constantly. He didn't care on neither. The chance was there and he'd seize it to the fullest.

"If you ever need help with the numbers, don't hesitate in telling me. I like' em." His smile stretched a bit wider.

"I'll keep it in mind."

Your hands clasped the wooden tray and smiled sheepishly at him.

"But yeah, uhm... Won't interrupt any further. Lunch is at one pm. See you later, Miguel."

With a soft wave of your hands and a hasty step, you left him alone.

A deep sigh escaped his lips and Joaquín budged his bicep, to then walk over his tray of food. Miguel chuckled as he looked through the contents. A little bowl of ripe and sweet cherries on the side, the reason why Joaquín was flapping and whining excitedly.

"Alright, here. Have some." He gave a couple of them to then seat and eat his late breakfast. The whole conversation left him with renovated eagerness to keep his unsuspecting revenge going.

It was perfect, almost too perfect, but suspicions at the universe mattered little when he simply had to somehow convince you to show him William's finances. And given your meekness it'd be a rather easy thing for him to gather intel.

He celebrated his idea with a big gulp of the lemonade. It tasted perfect, like the envisioned ending of his vendetta.

Part of him knew he didn't need to look further as to why his childhood home was turned into this industrial-like resort. Fertile land, fruit trees in every direction, with cherries leading on the way, as they were mostly around the pooling area from the manor, apples, peaches, lemons, oranges.

He remembered the lemon tree and the cherry ones. Conchata always made him a cherry pie for his birthday.

Miguel had to admit that some changes had done good to the property. The least William could do was to take care of his gold mine and keep it all good and nice, once he'd recover it.

Once he was done, he put the plate out of Joaquín's reach and went back to work.

"Easy there!" One of the helped yelped, as soon as the black friesian stallion kicked his own door open, freeing himself from the confinements he was temporarily put in.

An angry whine came when the beast felt a man behind him and kicked in the air, shooing off any menace from his path

"Qué la chin... No! Así no!" Miguel yelled as his helpers tried their best to keep Agustín in place so he could take a proper look to assess the damage on him. But the beast only matched his stubbornness.

"He's kicking off, Miguel!" Another helper, James yelled as he closed the enclosure. Lassos flew through the air, catching nothing while at it, the black beast too proud and elusive to fall under such simpleton of traps.

Agustín's nose flared as his honeyed eyes remained on Miguel, daring him to come after him. It was Miguel's turn to have his nose flaring

"I can do this all day boy." He spat on the floor as his helpers eyed him warily, "A ver quién se cansa primero." He grumbled the last for himself as he hoped in the ring. (Let's see who gets tired first)

His jaw tensed as he secured his gloves. His flannel shirt constricting his torso as he made his way towards the stallion, that wasted no time into kicking with his front legs as he snorted angrily.

"I don't wanna hurt you." His hands rose in defense as he carefully approached the neighing and angry footing horse.

Miguel could see a couple of long healed scars on his sides, hind legs and even neck.

He was whipped too rough.

"Help me help you, boy. I won't hurt you, okay?" He stepped closer and Agustín blew through his nose, whipping his mane and tail as Miguel came closer.

"Easy there" His hands still remained in a place where the stallion could see them, "It's ok. You're safe, campeón."

Agustín stepped back but didn't run away in a go, rather remained still, scared and unsure on what to do as Miguel caressed his sides with gentleness, raking his long fingers through the soft and somewhat shiny plush skin.

He took a closer look to the freshly healed up pink-ish tiny scars on his hips, undoubtedly made by the constant use of spurs. If something about training and rehabbing horses had taught him so far, was the different sort of tempers many had.

And the Friesian breed was everything but this muscly and angry mass of nerves. Agustín was stressed and nervous, and besides that obvious fact, all that anger lashing out was actually fear.

Agustín was abused. The scars were fresh, but he discarded the idea of William abusing Agustín as he only had a couple of weeks in the Ranch.

Miguel could only deduct of him being used for races or workforce.

The helpers stared with their breath hitched, unable to move, afraid they'd scare away the beast, that remained at ease under Miguel's touch.

The annoying and ear ripping ringtone he had assigned Dana echoed through the space with enough loudness to spook Agustín away.

"Fuck" He cursed under his breath and his nerves nearly stopped working as Agustín, kicked the door open in a go and escaped.

"Shit! Get the lassos!"

Miguel wasted no time as he ran after Agustín as his phone was off again.

Qué mujer para chingarme la existencia, Dios mio. (This woman is screwing my life over)

His mind slapped himself to focus and keep trailing after the horse. One of the helpers galloped near him and got off his back, to give Miguel space and soon he galloped after Agustín.

"Get out of the way!!" He yelled as he urged the horse to throttle faster, focusing in getting Agustín and everyone away from danger.

People ran in the opposite directions as Agustín suddenly turned to the left.

"Shit!" Miguel's eyes widened upon realizing where the stallion was going. Straight to the ranch main territory. The manor, more specifically, the poolside.

A loud splash gave his heartbeat a stop, and as he galloped, he saw you coming out straight from the pool and sitting next to the thickets to eat, cherries.

"Puta madre"

He growled and held the horse up, jumping immediately off him, to then hop off the fence separating the pool from the rest.

"Get away from there!" He yelled while his eyes remained on the approaching shadow of Agustín.

"W-What are you-"

Alarmed, you watched him as he pulled you by your arm and brought your bikini dressed body closer to him by your waist and you yelped at the sudden contact. His rough and gloved hands remained holding you.

Miguel had pulled you out last second before Agustín bursted in with a loud and shaky neigh. Falling onto the pool with another splash that soaked you both and the summer chairs sprawled around.

The commotion had alarmed everyone, even you.

"What happened?!"

Miguel let your waist go and you craned your head to meet his stern gaze.

"My apologies, señorita. Agustín escaped the precinct. Are you okay?"

"Yeah" your head hesitated but nodded, "Just a bit shaken up."

Not because of the horse, more like his strength. He had taken you like your weight was nothing, like a ragdoll out of the shelf.

The stallion soon was approached by the rest of the helpers as Victoria, an alarmed Rosaura and William came out.

Vicky was the first to approach you, with a towel and immediately covered you before Rosaura noticed how close you were to Miguel.

"Niña! My goodness are you okay?"

Her motherly hands palmed your face and neck to see you were in a piece.

Rosaura's screams and complains were expected, yet still, the yapping and acute of her voice rang uncomfortably Miguel's ears.

"Dios mio, uno puede dejar a esta gente sola un momento porque van y ya tienen un desastre hecho!" (My goodness, one can't leave you people alone cause you make a mess)

Rosaura's gaze settled on Miguel as the other helpers pulled Agustín out, then shifted to William.

" I told you to put that damned horse down, William! Look at the mess he did!"

The head of the Andertons sighed and  held a hand to her, which immediately made Rosaura to put her hands in her hips.

"Mr. O'Hara." William called as he approached while seizing the damage Agustín did.

Some chairs fell into the pool, like some dirt and some trampled cherries, polluting the water with their juices, soiling it. Some thickets were destroyed, like part of the fence.

"Care to explain how on earth that happened?"

"Mr. Anderton, I'm deeply sorry. Agustín escaped the training area and-"

"Evidently." William retorted and it took all his willpower for Miguel to not punch him square in the face. His jaw tensed and his chest puffed slightly, adding even more size to him. But his voice remained calm as he spoke.

"He was spooked and ran away. Then I bet he was lured by the smell of cherries. Horses love them."

William eyed him clinically and a silvered brow quirked his way.

"Mr. O'Hara, I hired you because your resumé told me you had enough experience to rehab any horse. Might tell ya, I don't like liars."

Miguel's shoulders tensed and his teeth ground together inside his plump mouth.

"Dad." You called, and approached, covered by the towel ad Rosaura stood next to William.

It was clear for Miguel who had put in more job into making you. But that fact mattered little when Rosaura spoke again.

"Because of that stunt of your stupid horse my poolside is ruined!"

"I'm not putting down a horse that is a rare breed just cause over some stupid plants. We'll fix it tomorrow. Stop it."

Rosaura rolled her eyes and with a huff and a dramatic drape of her cashmere poncho, she went inside, ordering some tea for her nerves. While William slicked his whitening hair back.

"Where did you buy the horse, Mr. Anderton?"

"Why?" William's voice flat and borderline suspicious, but you gave him a warning look that the Pastor ignored.

"Because, unless you love abused animals, I wouldn't buy from them again."

William had to blink as if he hadn't heard properly "Come again?"

"Agustín is terrified of whips. He has scars all over his body. And definitely hate spurs, his hips have just healed from them."

"And what does it have to do with the fact that your incompe-"

"Dad! Can you listen to me?" Your voice demanded your father's attention almost immediately as you heaved while standing between both men.

"If it wasn't for Miguel saving me, Agustín would've hurt me and pretty bad. I'm no animal expert but these things take time. And he just told you the poor horse was abused!"

"What are you doing here anyways? You're supposed to be verifying the deposits." William crossed his arms and your frown deepened.

"I did. They're done. Left you a copy on your office."

With another deep exhale, the pastor rolled his eyes ever softly while shaking his head and pointed at Miguel.

"Do not let that happen again. Understood?"

"Yes, sir."

"And you," He pointed your way with a disapproving look, "go get dressed."  William grumbled before turning around and leaving.

Vicky had been gone the moment Rosaura walked in the manor, leaving you and Miguel alone.

He was about to speak but his phone went off again. His face soured and you just watched as he pulled the trinket from his soaked pocket, surprised it still worked and then turn it off.

"Are you okay, Miguel?"

He nodded and adjusted his hat, "Yeah. My apologies again, señorita."

"Ah stop. You saved me. I'd be injured if it wasn't for you. Sorry for dad though. He's... quite strict regarding the horses."

"Noted."He nodded and pinched the bridge of his nose, the whole commotion gave him a headache, but he was glad the only downs of this situation were some stupid plants and murky water on the pool, " Still, some processes take time. but Agustín will be rehabbed. You've got my word ma'am."

"Ah, stop. Don't call me that. That's how people call my mom!"

He chuckled while taking a proper yet discreet look your way.

"Okay, then, Señorita."

Your hair stuck at your back, soaked. A soft curve in your stomach did a wonderful job to get your lovely hips a perfect amount of plumpness, same for your thighs.

His eyes raked briefly over your chest, amused at the dinky print of cherries on your upper bikini top, before glancing at the summer chair you were sitting before the mess.

"Or you can call me by my own name. It ain't that hard, is it?"

"At all. But feels improper of me."

In truth, it felt too foreign and like sandpaper on his tongue. Too Anderton-ish. A tad unpleasant even.

"You like cherries?"

"A lot. This part of the property is full of tree of them. So I'm always eating them. It's easy to pick them." You mumbled with a bashful smile.

That would explain the sweet smell coming from you. Your hands specially.

"Right. No wonder why Agustín came right away. They're ripe I suppose."

You nodded while looking at the tree. The distant calling of your name from Rosaura, had your eyes rolling and groaning.

"Mother calls." You chuckled and picked up your cherry bowl, "I think I'll be forever in debt with you for today."

You think?

"It's my pleasure to help."

"And get yourself dry. You'll catch a cold. And stop skipping meals."

"Yes, ma'am." His deep and buttery voice fluttered in your head.

Your lips pursed and gave gim a playful scoff.

"Dinner is at 6."

"I'll be there."

"See you later then, Miguel."

"See you around, Cerecita."

If it wasn't for you being a mere means to his ends, he'd find that little flush in your cheeks adorable when he baptized you with such fitting name.

With a tip of hat he turned around and returned to his barn. The smile faded as soon as he crossed the threshold of his barn.

Angry fingers dialed Dana's number, it didn't took much of her to answer.

"Miggy! God, I'm missing you so-"

"Hija de tu pinche madre, I've already told you to not fucking call me during the day. Or ever! The fuck you want?!"

There was a moment of silence on Dana's end but quickly she sighed.

"Sorry to call you like that, I was missing you and-"

"God... I almost, fucking almost got fired because of your stupid call."

"But you aren't fired, are you?"

His anger boiled like a raging kettle.

"Listen to me, Danita."

And oh she was listening. He only used that endearment mode of her name whenever he was pissed at her.

"Don't fucking call me."

"You're being dramatic. Besides, how will you get any new contacts in your list?"

Fuck.

"You often forget I was the one that got you introduced to the clientèle you've got, Miguel. Let's not act disrespectful towards each other, shall we?"

Hija de puta.

"Don't call me during the day."

"Then, I'll call you during nights, babe. You're better behaving and not acting like a manwhore out there. I know you. You'd do anything for your stupid revenge."

And she wasn't mistaken, sadly. Dana knew him all too well, Not completely, but well enough to hit the nail in his sore points.

"You done?"

"Nope. Gabriel told me to tell you to wait for a month more. Things have taken a weird turn on his end. So he wanna solve whatever first."

Goddammit, Gabri.

"Right. Bye."

Before Dana could even speak, Miguel cut the call and turned his phone off to charge.

How on earth would he wait for another month? His plan was definitely taking small detours he didn't like. Impromptu things weren't in his vocabulary, much less daily life. Everything was strictly planned and calculated.

However, today's events were definitely a turn he wasn't ready to act on. Although the flirty and kindness mask had worked wonders, his next step was clear.

He had to ruse you into showing him the Ranch's finances. And now that he knew how to approach you, his plan took another steadfast step.

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