**Hi I'm obsessed with Miguel OHara so have the first half of something I've been thinking about for a few weeks now! If you like it let me know and I'll add the smutty bits!**
Annoyed didn't even cover it. You were down right pissed. Not only were you missing one of the most important dates of your life, but you were being held against your will. And no, it didn't matter if said date was a farce and actually a publicity stunt. No one knew that except four-now five people. You, your agent, Octavius Brown (one of Hollywood's hottest up and coming movie stars) and his agent. And now, your bodyguard, Miguel.
Miguel had been weird all day since you told him about the ‘date’ that was set to happen this evening. Albeit, he was his normal quiet and stoic self, ever large and imposing. However, ever since you mentioned the excitement for the date, his grumpiness leaked out of him in constant silent rage. As you heard him either sighing loudly or clenching his jaw to the point you were worried he’d press his molars into dust every damn near fifteen minutes, you had finally asked him to speak his mind.
When he did, however, he simply looked at you with a frown and said, “You aren't going tonight”. You had laughed his comment off, moving on through your apartment bedroom to finish getting dressed. You decided on a backless black dress that hugged your curves in all the right places and showed just the right amount of cleavage. That was two hours ago. Now you stood in the doorway of your bedroom, hands on your hips, wearing your highest come hither pumps and feeling fine as hell, as your mountain of a bodyguard stood in your way.
“Miguel-” you said, huffing out his name as you breathed hard through your nose and pinched it. ‘“You cant be fucking serious”.
“Language” he said, his deep voice ever calm and even toned. “And yes- I'm serious. You aren't going tonight”. You stare up at him, and he stares back down at you. Even in five inch heels he still had inches over you. Your brain slowly starts to function again. You hadn't spent the last five years of your life making a name for yourself after technically running away from home and leaving your fathers name and money behind, just to have another man try to step into and control your life. “I think you've lost your damn mind. You work for me” you remind him. Miguel arches one thick eyebrow, and the corner of his mouth lifts into a small smirk. “I do ... technically" he says simply. You roll your eyes, and then glance at your phone in your hand. You had two messages from your agent-one stating a car was outside for the date that was in 10 minutes, and a follow up text asking if you were on your way to the restaurant. You shuffle your feet again, and look up at Miguel.
“Okay this is a funny joke and all, but I really need to leave. The towncar is waiting for me downstairs. This is huge for me Miguel” you say, hands expressive as you talk. You give him a pleading, pouty look. Even poking out your bottom lip. You see Miguel shift only slightly, and his eyes soften a fraction. His arms that are crossed over his chest flex as his hands tighten into fists.
“...You don't need this, you are better than this and…” he hesitates, his calm deep voice fluctuating a bit.
Your brows furrow, and you scoff. “I know you have been my bodyguard for three years, I hear you Miguel I do,kinda, but this could be major” you try to explain. Then your cell phone starts vibrating and you groan softly. “You don't have to come, you can have the night off! You deserve it and Octavious’ bodyguards will be there, I'll be fine” you say, attempting to squeeze past him.
You make it one step out of the doorway when a firm, large hand grabs your upper arm. It's not hard, but it clearly feels like Miguel wasn't moving his hand anytime soon. He sighs. “Please," he says softly. You groan again, brows furrowing together. “No, you. Please let me go ""I can't do that ""Why?” “It's-not safe" “How?” you press. What the hell was going on? Miguel was the perfect bodyguard-quiet and always cool, calm and collected. He did his job well, and honestly you had become quite comfortable with him. Before him you didn't have anyone guarding you and things got dicey as you became more and more popular with modeling gigs, small interviews and influencer deals. Today was the first time he had ever exerted any sort of force or control over you. And you weren't having it.
You tug at his hold on you, but he doesn't budge. “You are hurting me” you lie. Miguel huffs- his version of a laugh. “No I am not” he counters flatly.
You tug your arm again, harder this time. “ I swear I will fire you," you say. You were annoyed you were now late, you were worried about what Octavious and his agent would think, you were worried about your own agent as your phone buzzed almost non stop now, but mostly you were pissed off because you couldn't think or figure out why Miguel was suddenly acting like this.
“[name] please…por favor escuchame” he says, his voice dropping lower, like he was about to tell you a secret. “Why? Why should I listen to you?” you ask fervently. Then Miguel pulls your arm so that you spin and fall against his chest. When he has you close enough to feel his heat through the black cashmere shirt he was wearing. One of his large hands slides to your side and holds you steady as the other comes up to your face and caresses your cheek lightly. He looks at you intently, his deep amber eyes burning hot with a sudden passion you hadn't noticed before. His sudden movement and close proximity takes your breath away. Sure, you've had moments and interactions with men, but they had either been curated for photoshoots or as personal as a business interaction. The way Miguel looked at you now made butterflies tickle your stomach as you momentarily forget how to think.
“You can't go because I refuse to let anyone date you, even if it's fake. I refuse to watch another man who isn't worthy of you waste your time. Especially to just use you like you are only some object to enhance him and make him seem better. Because you….” he sighs, thumb caressing the soft skin of your cheekbones. His eyes take in all the features of your face, and for a moment, you see a flash of a furrowed brow and an almost pained expression- like he was holding something back, barely.
“Eres mucho mas” he says, barely a whisper. His eyes glance down at your lips and you swear that you suddenly feel like the heat was turned up in your apartment. You stutter softly. “W-where is this…coming from?” you ask, trying to make sense of the sudden situation you found yourself in as well as the sudden feelings you felt stirring deep within you.
”It's always been there, I just, I cant hold it back anymore. You are…too important to me” he says softly as he glances at your lips again. His hand that was caressing your cheek softly moves to the back of your neck and cradles your head. “If you feel nothing, tell me to stop…but… se que sientes algo carino” he breathes.
You shiver, before the tickling heat in your core combined with your curiosity pushes you over the edge. Your hand comes to his firm and broad chest and you pull him into a soft kiss. As your lips meet his, he sighs softly, his hand gently tilting the back of your head to deepen the kiss. His touch was firm, overwhelming,loving and full of reserved emotions. Your head was spinning as he pressed against you softly before you pushed him away softly, and he let you break the kiss and pulled his arms away.
You steady yourself on your feet, touching your mouth gently as you stare at him. Your bodyguard. Your comfort. Your safety. And the butterflies increase five times before you turn away. “N-no, we-this can't be happening” you say softly, almost to yourself. “I'm sorry, I shouldn't have kissed you” you say, though realizing that you fully had wanted him to kiss you at that moment. And quite honestly, maybe even more.
Miguel lets out a soft groan, already missing your warmth. From just that simple kiss his heart thudded in his chest and he subconsciously licked his lips, eyes still burning as he looked at you. He felt the swell of emotions in his chest- from having a taste of you. And he wasn't going to waste it. He decided at that moment there was no going back.
“Why are you sorry?” Miguel said, voice calm and controlled again. But there was that fire in his eyes, and that proved that the calm he executed was barely holding back a storm. He took a step towards you, following you. He needed to have you in his arms again.
“I-i, I don't know because you are my bodyguard?? You can't, just-we can't Miguel” you say, trying to take back some control of this situation. You take another step back, knowing if he touched you again, there would be no stopping the sudden desire rising in you.
Miguel made a sound somewhere between a groan and a growl. “You think I give a damn about my reputation? About what other people might say or think?” he asked. He took a step toward you, stepping into your personal space and consuming it. “The only thing I care about is you, carino. Protecting you, caring for you…tasting you again. Nada mas importa” he says, his voice wavering from the sudden admission. Then his hands came up to grasp your face gently.
“If none of that matters to you ...then tell me and I'll leave right now” he breathes.
Your eyes search his and find nothing but the startling truth. Realization hits you as your mind speeds through the last three years with Miguel by your side. All the soft touches and small gestures. The times where groceries were suddenly in your kitchen, or meals would arrive when you were too focused on work to eat. The time your favorite chocolates and feminine products would suddenly be in your bathroom the day before your period happened to start, or how your phone was always uploaded with audible books or podcasts that you didn't remember downloading but ended up liking. You release a deep breath you didn't realize you had been holding after he held your face.
“...it matters” you say softly. Then you pull him into a searing kiss. Miguel groaned. The moment your lips touched his, he knew he wasn't going to be able to stop himself this time. It was like pouring gasoline onto a fire. His desire for you had finally burst into flames, and he was going to show you. His arms wrap around you, pulling you closer as his hands gently caress up and down your body, feeling your curves. The thin fabric of the black backless dress you had worn for the date now caused delicious friction as his hands explored your body gently.
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