based off of my idea of "big strong wrestler!miguel o'hara x a sweet lil fruit shake stand girl!reader who shyly offers him a refreshing lil drink 🥰 only for him to tug her into his trailer cus he's longing for something much sweeter aka you 😳"
A/N: i changed trailer to hotel because with the amount of fucking y'all partake in the poor trailer would collapse in on itself like the titanic submersible
Miguel needs something to take his stress out on, and he's damn sure it isn't the contender across from him, some sweaty bastard that he's about to beat the shit out of. In fact it's the opposite; of all the girls to catch his attention, it had to be the one that he's pretty sure would be terrified of him if he came up to her.
You were the petite little thing behind the counter at Smoothio, one of the stalls outside the arena, selling shakes and handing out cups for the past weekend.
Miguel thinks it must be the uniform, the pastel yellow shirt pushing your chest out just right and the brown skirt that tempted him with every step you took as you waddled over to the other stalls to ask for change money.
Miguel has always prided himself on having self-control but right now he's not sure he can still say that when all he's been thinking of since he saw you was how you'd stare up at him wide-eyed if he pinned you to the wall or how you'd gasp when he'd squeeze your cute little ass under that little skirt or how your eyes would glaze over with tears as he flips you over like you weighed nothing and finally thrusts his cock into your dripping, twitching, warm little-
Ding! The starting bell interrupts his thoughts. Miguel roars and claws his way forward. Usually he likes to drag it out a little and give the audience a little suspense, but right now he's impatient.
Within what feels like seconds the fight is over, with Miguel wiping sweat off his forehead with one hand and pinning the opponent down with the other. The crowd cheers— usually something he relishes in— but now it's just some annoying ringing in his ear as a referee throws a heavy championship belt over Miguel. He doesn't give a shit, not when he's eager for a much sweeter reward.
It's around 11pm when the fans and paparazzi finally fuck off.
Now it's just him and some of the other fighters waiting for their anti-cheating steroids, whatever test results, getting hotdogs and popcorn and all that shit from the stalls.
Miguel looks up from his phone when some guy walks over to your stall, conversing with you. Miguel has to restrain himself from murdering the weak little fucker when he sees the little frown on your face as he walks away.
He stands up and does what he's wanted to do this whole weekend- aside from fuck you dumb and drooly, that is- which is walk up to the tiny stall with neon yellow letters spelling out "Smoothio".
As he gets closer, he realizes your head is still down. Miguel is 110% ready to turn right back around and wipe the floor clean with that bastard until he realizes you're counting sales.
Miguel leans on the counter, eyes on you as you work, flipping through the sales notebook in one hand and tapping your fingers on the table like typing on an imaginary calculator. He tries to imagine what your shaky hands would feel like as they pressed against his chest while he pounded into you-
"S-Sir?"
Miguel looks up and meets your nervous gaze. His smirk betrays the way his heart stops as he stares into your pretty eyes.
"Hi, cutie," he grins. "That guy givin' you trouble?"
Your breath stutters as your eyes avert and your stare focuses on your hands.
"No- not at all, Mister O'Hara."
Fuck. Mister O'Hara sounds so professional, but the image of you that he's conjured up in his head is nothing but.
"Really?" he probes, raising an eyebrow. "Cause if he is I don't mind getting my hands dirty again-"
"No!" you yelp, and when he chuckles you mumble a sorry and look down again. "No, I mean really. He wasn't. But thank you. And... congratulations on your win, Sir."
Miguel laughs, brushing his hair back and looking you up and down now that he's closer to you than ever. He juts his chin at the menu. "No need to call me Sir, baby. What's your bestseller?"
Your nervous smile drops as your face pales. "Uh... uhm... I'm sorry, but we're almost completely out of stock."
Poor little thing saying sorry for something that's not under her control. Miguel laughs softly and shakes his head. "No problem, hermosa. I'll take whatever you give me~"
"The only flavor we got left is... strawberry. I'm really sorry, Sir."
Strawberry.
"Just my luck," he smiles. "Strawberry happens to be my favorite flavor."
You smile back and he doesn't know if he wants to bend you over or boop your cute little nose.
"Strawberry it is." You take out a cup and marker and tick some boxes on the cup. "One strawberry swirl for Mister O'Hara."
He can't resist the urge to lean closer, brushing some stray hair away from your face and curling a finger under your chin.
"You can call me Miguel, cariño," he whispers. "You have very pretty eyes, you know that?"
"I- I- Sir-"
Miguel backs away, crossing his arms over his gray compression shirt and looking you up and down. "Cute," he bites his lip, a grin sneaking onto his face as you stare up at him wide-eyed, before snapping out of your trance and preparing his drink, eyes flickering up at him and back down when you see him still staring.
"Here," you hold the cup out to him, and he licks his lips, whispering a thank you, hermosa~ that has your face burning up.
Miguel takes a sip, humming lowly in appreciation.
"Best shake I've ever had," he grins. "But you know what other sweet thing I really want tonight~?"
You shake your head, and Miguel laughs, walking around the counter and finally, finally placing his hands on your waist and leaning down to whisper in your ear.
"You, pretty girl~" he teases.
"M-me?" you mumble out, completely clueless of the lust you ignite deep within him.
"You have no idea what you do to me... make me lose control, make me feel like I'll go insane if I don't get to taste you right now..."
"M-Miguel..." you place your trembling hands over his, not really sure if you want to push him away or pull him closer.
He senses your hesitation, his gaze softening as his hands take yours.
"You're beautiful," he whispers. "I haven't looked at anyone else here since the moment I saw you."
He rubs a thumb over your wrist, mustering up the tiniest smile that makes him look so harmless to you, you nearly giggle out loud.
"Hmm?" Miguel tilts his head as he bites back a grin, resting both of his hands down on the counter on either side of you, caging you in. "What's so funny, cariño?"
He leans in real close, eyes darting down to your lips and back up at your eyes. "I'm dying to touch you and you're laughing? Do you have any idea how much I wanna eat you up right right now?"
"S-Sir..."
Your breath stutters as he dares to drag his hand slowly up your thigh, and you whimper, turning your head to the side and hiding your pretty face from his view.
Miguel's other hand takes your cheek and turns your face back to him. You're caught off-guard when his lips brush over your ear, whispering so darkly it makes you shiver in his hold.
He's pushed your skirt up and you know he can feel through your underwear that you're just as needy as he is.
"Tell me you don't want this," he growls into your ear, his hand grazing over your panties. "I can't fucking hold back, cariño, I'll fuck you so good but I can't promise I'll be gentle. You'll be feeling me inside you for the rest of the week- fuck- I'll make sure you can't walk and when you do, my cum will be dripping out of you from how much I fucked you. Tell me to stop."
Miguel has never been this desperate. He's usually the one girls drool all over, but now he's the one that can't think straight at the thought of never getting a taste of your sweetness.
"Not here..." you whisper. Miguel turns his head to look at you, but you've shied away from his gaze.
"There's still a bunch of people..." you continue, and he laughs, his lighthearted chuckle betraying the way his cock is already stiff in his pants.
"I wouldn't mind giving them a show, but whatever you say, hermosa~"
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Miguel thanks whatever's in the fucking sky for the hotel being right next to the arena.
It's all a blur for him as he pins you against the elevator wall, leaving sloppy kisses on your neck and jawline as you become putty in his arms, pretty little whines of his name echoing in the elevator as it takes you to the 57th floor. The doors slide open and Miguel lifts you up onto his shoulder like you weigh nothing, making you squeal when he swats your ass as he taps the keycard against the lock, setting you down on the bed and crawling over you, leaving you trapped under his body.
"Fuck, you're so pretty," he groans, pushing your shirt just above your breast and kissing your neck while he reaches around you to undo your bra.
You whimper, covering your face, but he takes your wrists and pins them above your head.
"Miguel..."
"So sexy, 'specially when you're so shy for me, hermosa~" he growls, tracing his tongue over your nipples and making you whine and squirm. It's getting harder for him to resist the way your hips are bucking up into his crotch.
Miguel looks up and grins when he sees you so restless. "I want you so bad, cutie, you have no fucking idea..."
He takes your hand and places it over his clothed bulge. “Wanna fuck you so bad~”
In a flash, Miguel has you flipped you over on your hands and knees, pressing his palm down on your back to push you down on the sheets. Shivers run up and down your back as he pushes your thighs apart with his body, exposing your cute little pussy, gleaming in arousal because of him, and you hear him curse quietly in Spanish.
"Shit, you look delicious, baby~" he whispers, taking off his pants. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
Miguel sinks all the way in on the first try, making you squish your face into a pillow and whimper out his name, overwhelmed by the size of his cock in your cunt.
He grunts and clenches his fist, relishing in your tightness as your pussy twitches around him.
“Fuck,” he growls, forcing his weight down on you, his chest against your back as he starts moving his hips, eliciting little noises of pleasure from you. “Tell me how good it feels, bebita~“
He grins when you can’t, you just can’t string any words together because he’s fucking you that good. But he likes it that way, and laughs cruelly when you whimper and whine with every relentless, rough thrust of his cock into your pussy.
“Mig- Miguel- ahh… Oh God-!”
Slap!
You squeal when his hand comes down on your ass, and squirm under him helplessly. That just makes it worse because your little cunt clenches down on him even harder.
“No, no, where are you going, cutie?” Miguel teases, pulling you back under him and going faster, harder, his thick cock ramming in and out of you, all coherent thought dripping out of you like the juices trickling down your quivering thighs.
“Pretty little hole sucking me in, it’s like you don’t want me to leave~” he whispers, cooing and laughing softly when you try to say his name.
“S-slow down-” you mumble, but Miguel chuckles and pulls out, flipping you over on your back and sinking in, burying himself to the hilt before staring up at you, making your pussy twitch around his huge cock.
“Why would I?” he teases. “You’re feeling so good, aren’t you?” he kisses the tip of your nose, making you clench down on him, and he groans, eyes darting down where his cock is snug in your warm little cunt.
He leans in to kiss your neck while his hand roams over your stomach, forcing himself to stay still and not rut into you like a feral animal. Miguel feels a little bump just above your crotch and presses down on it, making you gasp and look up at him with wide glazy eyes.
“Oh,” he chuckled. “Can you feel just how f-fucking deep I am in you, cariño?” He presses down and starts moving, making you squeal and pull him closer.
“Yeah- fuck- keep squirming for me, gatita, you’re so fucking cute it hurts…” He growls. You whimper, turning your head to the side, but he turns you to face him, kissing you roughly and forcing his tongue in, making you moan even louder, overwhelmed by the pleasure he’s giving you.
Miguel grunts when you clench down harder and faster, and spreads your legs further apart so he can go rougher. “Yeah? You close, bebita? I can feel you squeezing down on me. Don’t hold back, baby, I know you want to come- come on, fuck, come for me, cutie- make me feel good gatita-”
You gasp, eyes glazing over as your thighs tremble, creaming all over his cock as you whimper into his mouth, shaking with the intensity of your orgasm.
Miguel holds off a little longer- just so he can savor the feeling of your orgasm, before he pins your wrists to your sides, groaning when he comes inside you, battering your sensitive little hole with all his cum.
He watches as you whine and try to close your legs, laughing and peppering kisses all over your face, and pressing his lips to the hickeys on your neck and breasts.
“Shit, that was so much better than I imagined~” Miguel whispered. “Did you like it, baby~?”
You giggled as his tongue traced your nipple and nodded, smiling down at him.
Fuck, he doesn’t know how you make his cock hard one moment and his heart flutter the next.
Miguel kisses you again before he makes his way down between your legs.
“W-wait-” you stammer, looking down at him with wide eyes. “What are you doing?”
Miguel grins. “Making sure you come so fucking hard you’ll never be able to leave me, bebita~” he whispers, before he presses a kiss to your dripping cunt, filled with both your cum and his.
“I did say I wanted to taste something real sweet didn’t I?~”
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god I love the people behind the umbrella academy so much because when Elliot came out he said he'd still be down to be Vanya but the creators were like "um we have a floating dimensional box named Christopher, we can give you one better, here's ✨VIKTOR Hargreeves✨" and I think that's really beautiful
everything klaus does is so intricately and vitally intertwined with every single major plot point in the show and yet he is always on some bizarre side quest. simultaneously the most and least plot involved character.
Klaus is the absolute most accepting sibling of the Hargreeves and you can’t convince me otherwise. Finds out Ben is falling for a living member of his cult that he doesn’t know the name of? Sure Ben, you can possess me to hang with her. Finds out Allison got married to a guy from the 1960s that he met earlier that day in jail? Gets him out of jail no questions asked. He’s family. Finds out Viktor is in a situationship with a married housewife from the 1960s who he first met while she was aiming a gun at him? He’ll do everything possible to help her and her son. They’re basically family. Finds out Diego is dating a woman who tried to kill them multiple times that he met in an asylum who’s actually another magic kid from 1989? Would do anything for her. Come to family meetings, he says. She’s basically family, now. Finds out Luther is dating another Hargreeves (alternate) who also tried to kill them all at first meeting? Klaus is officiating their wedding! And finally, Five is still mourning his coping mechanism mannequin-wife? That’s rough, pal. All the love.
If you find autism self diagnosis so concerning, you are more than welcome to send a self diagnosed stranger $2000+ so they can seek a professional assessment.
