A Miguel O’Hara x fem!reader fanfic
An 18+ fanfiction- Minors DNI- All characters are over 18
Summary: As a college student, money is hard to come by. So you sit at bars rich men frequent and await your following catch. Men usually get to you before you can finish ordering your first drink, but tonight something, or someone, else has got your eyes
A/N: I said I would write a Rodrick fanfic, but the plot is so complicated, so this is like a pure smut break. Technically not the first fanfic I’ve written, but the first I have posted. I AM FERAL FOR THIS MAN!!! I’m VERY open to criticism, just be respectful and enjoy! (ps: I’m considering taking requests, so leave some if you want to.)
Every night feels the same.
Do your makeup and hair, and wear something provocative but not too crass.
You try to go to different bars every night, but rich guys mostly go to the ones on the outskirts, so you stay there.
The pay is way more than any other job for a full-time college student. It’s more than enough to pay for all your school-related expenses, and sometimes you even take your friends out for dinner. They know what you do, but they don’t judge, especially since most live off of dollar-store noodles. And you don’t mind the job either. The sex is fine, and the pay is amazing.
This night is no different than yesterday or the day before. You sit at the bar, and before you finish your first cocktail, a young-looking guy approaches you. He’s not very handsome, but it’s all the same as long as he is rich.
“Hey Angel, let me pay for your drink.” He says.
You explain your financial struggles in a way that makes you sound stupid and naive, and as a result, he fakes sympathy and offers to help you. At first, you felt terrible for lying to them, but if a ring isn’t stopping them, why should it stop you?
“Help me how?” You say, looking up at him. The wide eyes looking up and pursed lips are a classic.
“Well…” He starts, but he quickly loses your interest. You're not unfamiliar with the feeling of being looked at, but something felt different.
You look over his shoulder and see a man looking at you. He is sitting on a couch near a coffee table in the corner. The dim lighting makes it hard to see his face, but you can make out some of his sharp features. He is wearing a white button-up shirt that fits him just right, but he could be wearing anything else and still look captivating. He paired the shirt with black pants and shoes. The only other distinctive feature about him was his eyes. So deep and tempting that you can’t look away. Your mind starts to wonder what a night with him would look like.
Often when you have sex, it's like your mind leaves your body, and your eyes watch from the corner of the room as you bend, moan, and grind. All fake, of course. It’s like your body is a doll, and you are a puppeteer. You are contorting your body in a way that will please your audience. That audience is oblivious men. But he looks different. If you got to spend a night with him, you would savor every moment and get lost in the high or pleasure. Just thinking about it is making you hot.
You have been looking at him for what seems like seconds, but the man in front of you has caught on and is trying to get your attention back.
“So, does 5,000 sound good dear?” He asks.
“Uh huh…” You respond, looking back at his face but not processing what he asked.
“Great, I’ll make it worth your while.” He leans towards you and starts placing kisses on your neck. You pull back, startled, and excuse yourself.
“Sorry, I’ll be right back.” You stand and scurry off to the restroom.
When you get there, you slam your purse in the sink and look at yourself in the mirror. What the hell has gotten into you? Why did you just run away from $5000!? Your face is flushed, and after you enter the stall, you realize you are soaking wet. What are you, a virgin? Good lord, get a hold of yourself! You’re returning to give that man a good time, take your pay, and go home.
But when you go back out, he’s gone.
You sigh and sit at the bar again. Having to put in double the effort wasn’t something you were looking for tonight.
“I'll have a sex on the beach, please.” You say. The bartender nods and starts working on it.
As you wait for your drink, you look around to see if that man who robbed you of tonight’s salary is still looking at you. But when you turn, he is also gone. You can't help a frown when you acknowledge that all your daydreaming was for nothing.
“Here you go.” You take your drink and down half of it at once. Maybe it's the drink or the hour, but something has got you rethinking your life choices. When did sex become a transaction? You remember when a man first offered you money for a “good time.” You were partying with a couple of friends when a guy your age approached you. He was cute, and had he asked to take you out on a date, you would have accepted. Now, plenty of “good times” later, you start feeling defeated. Is this all I'll ever be? You take another sip. A quick fuck when rich guys get tired of their wives?
“Excuse me?” A deep voice says from behind you.
“Yes?” You turn around, startled. After swallowing the knot building up in your throat, you wipe away the tears at the corners of your eyes. He's back. That man who stole your $5000 is back. And he's caught you at your worst moment. While he looks straight out of a fragrance commercial, you probably look like a pathetic, sad mess.
“I was looking at you from over there, and I uh... I thought you looked lonely.” He sounds scary, but something about his mannerisms is so damn inviting. He must be joking or stupid to think a girl like you could be lonely. Did he not just see that man trying to give you a hickey in the middle of a high-class bar? You look at him for a few seconds, trying to get words out but failing. His face looks skeptical when you don’t answer.
“I'm sorry; I didn't mean to bother you. I'll go.” He says and starts to walk away. You reach for his arm to stop him from leaving.
“No, don't leave. Who are you?” you say. You are going to show this man how lonely you are. You place a hand on his knee and lean towards him. His Adam's apple bobs up and down, telling you he noticed.
“My name is Miguel. What's yours?” He asks with a subtle smirk on his lips. He understands what game you are playing, and it looks like he is more than pleased to play with you.
You think to yourself for a second. “You can call me doll.”
Something about him calling you doll doesn’t seem half bad.
“Well, doll, you can call me Miguel” He says.
As soon as the elevator doors close, your mouth meets his. You can't even blame him. There is something between you two that is electric. During the ride here, it has severely challenging to keep your hands off him, which is why your bodies were impossibly close when Miguel asked you to dance, and why he held onto your thigh the whole ride to his apartment. His tongue tastes of liquor as it hits yours. You stumble into his room and throw him on the bed.
You start your usual show. You are teasing him by taking your sweet time playing with the straps of your dress.
His eyes follow your every move, zeroed in on the slit running up the length of your leg and stopping at your thigh.
You trace your hands all over your body. Starting at your neck, moving to your breast, then to your waist, lowering more to your thighs until you are to your heels, unhooking them, and tossing them across the room. Miguel’s jaw relaxes, eyes glazed over watching you. You climb over him, straddling him but not touching down yet. You can see the pressure building up in his boxers.
He looks at you as you bite down your lip.
“What do you think you are doing?” He asks, chuckling.
“What, you never done foreplay before?” You ask, confused.
“Let me tell you something, doll,” he says slowly. “You seem like a giver. I bet all you do is give, give, and give. And all those stupid men do is take.” He puts his hands on your waist, pulling you closer and tracing kisses down your neck and towards your chest as he continuously murmurs. “ I want to show you what it feels like to take.” he starts sucking on the delicate skin, and you let your head fall back to give him access. A small moan escapes you, and it's refreshing not having to fake it.
“I want you to use me.” He lifts one hand from your waist and starts trailing your thighs.
“Use me like I’m yours.” He whispers in your ear, making you shiver.
He picks you up and puts you back on your wobbly feet. He then pushes you against the wall gently. He is towering over you, his broad shoulders blocking you from seeing anything but him. Everything he does turns you on. No one has ever had this effect on you. He is huge, and this might be part of the reason.
He could crush you with just one hand, yet every time he touches you, he's gentle. It's almost like he is afraid he might break you. But, my god, you wish he would.
“Tell me what you want.” He says.
“I want you to worship me,” you say. “Please me.” you smile, grabbing the side of his face and pulling him down for a kiss. This one has no rush but instead passion.
He pulls away but keeps his face close to yours as he whispers, “Hm, I can do that for you.” He says, looking at you with dark eyes.
His hand travels up your thigh until it reaches your pantie line; you start whining as his thumb circles your clit over the thin fabric.
“Please.” You beg, grinding into his hand.
“C’mon, baby. Ride my hand.” He pulls the lace down and circles your entrance.
You are sopping wet, and he wastes no time slipping a finger inside you. You grind against it, desperate for more. Progressively you start getting louder, whinier. He leans towards your ear, and the deep groans from the back of his throat as he marks you are driving you insane. As he puts his fingers in you, the sounds coming from the two of you are beyond lewd. Clapping, heavy breathing, and wet slapping are all you can hear over your wild heartbeat and the groans coming from him.
You feel hot all over. Pressure starts building at the pit of your stomach. For the second time tonight, you feel like a virgin. He is making you question whether or not you have ever had proper sex before. Has anyone ever made you come this quick? No, but he's about to if he keeps hitting and kissing your neck while hand-fucking you.
Your moans have gotten louder, but you couldn't care less. You are getting lost in the feeling of Miguel’s fingers deep inside you.
“You like that baby? You are going to cum all over my hand” The filthy things he says in your ear only push you over the edge more. “God, look at you, squirting all over my hand, you needy whore.”
He makes sure never to lose eye contact with you as he finger-fucks you. For a second, he takes his fingers out, making you whine at the loss of stimulation. But then he gets on his knees, and still not looking away from you, he buries his face between your thighs. He kisses and bites them as he approaches your pussy, which is aching with the need to be stuffed with him again.
“I’m gonna make you feel so fucking good, baby.”He says.
His tongue finally makes contact with your clit with a slow suck that makes your body tense. Every time you look down to see him, he is looking up at you with his lustful eyes. You grind into him as he starts getting faster. He is practically holding the entire weight of your body on his arms and face. And he seems to be enjoying it too.
“Oh fuck!” You are practically screaming by this point, and if you weren’t too busy having the best sex of your life, you would feel bad for his neighbors.
Your hands tangled between his hair, give you a perfect view of his lustful face.
He puts two fingers back inside you and curls them at just the right angle. You feel a new wave of heat and pleasure washes through your body. You ride his face as you cum, ensuring you get all the pleasure you can. Your climax crashes into you like a wave making your legs numb, leaving him to support you up the wall. His face looks so fucking pretty after you just came all over it. Your juices are making a mess everywhere like you have never seen before.
Your body is still spasming as he gets up and kisses you, supporting your body with both his hands on your ass. You kiss back, not knowing how to thank him in words for what he made you feel.
“You taste so fucking good, doll.” He says in a raspy voice.
You giggle against his lips, “Thanks,” you say, still trying to catch your breath.
You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him back in. As you kiss him, you touch something hard with your leg. Knowing you have this effect on him is making you want more.
“Ready for more?” You say mischievously, looking up at him again.
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A/N: I thought writing just smut was going to be easy, but omg, I was wrong. I hope you liked it! Let me know if you want a part 2 from Miguel’s POV, where he tells his version of this night (and a little more). This probably has a million mistakes, but again I’m open to criticism as long as it’s respectful, so let me know what you think 🫶
