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swiftly entering a fully devoted Miguel era again🩶 (I never left)

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I feel like black car! Reader might be overdone but I wanna write it soooo bad

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nobody has been there for me like the ‘x reader’ tag has been there for me

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𝕮𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖆𝖓 (Punk bodyguard!Miguel O’Hara x Popstar!Reader)

SMUT NSFW MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!Drinking, cursing, fingering with rings, tipsy fucking unprotected PinV (WRAP IT UP PEOPLE), dirty talk, Miguel has…piercings…

Word count: 3k

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Post-tour vacations were always your favorite thing, no dance practices, no boring meetings and most importantly, no manager to stop you from partying all night. And although Miguel was still technically on the clock, that didn’t mean he wouldn’t treat this as a vacation of his own.

That’s how you ended up with your heels in hand, trying to not stumble as you and Miguel drunkenly giggled on the walk back from the club at three in the morning.

“Come on princess, let me carry you, you’re gonna get cut on something.” Miguel mumbled, hands going to rest gently on the small of your back.

“I’m fine, I’m walking on sand.” You giggled, stumbling slightly as you looked back at him. Not phased when he moves his hand down slightly to wrap around your hip.

“Sand won’t stop you from getting cut from a beer bottle.” He pointed out.

“I can see the hotel from right here, it’s fine-Oh my god! Miguel put me down!” You clenched your heels against your chest as you were suddenly lifted off the ground bridal style.

“Not happening.” He smirked with a laugh, but you knew better than to fight against him, mostly because you’d end up failing. So you ended up just giggling the whole way to your shared suite. Where he finally put you down once you were both inside.

“Why did we come back here again ? I'm not tired.” You asked as you tossed your heels in some random corner, before making your way over to the kitchenette.

“You were complaining about your feet.” He reminded you, taking off his own shoes and his leather jacket. Draping it on a chair as he followed you.

“Oh yeah,” you hummed, opening the fridge door, looking around as you rummaged through the contents inside. “You want a buzzball ooor… a fourloko?”

“Fourloko.” He answered, making your nose scrunched while pulling out a can and a small buzzball for yourself. Handing him your drink first so he can open it since you already knew that due to your nails and the fact you were already slightly impaired that you wouldn’t be able to open without struggling for five minutes first.

“I don’t know how you drink that shit.” You mutter after switching drinks, trying not to cringe as you sipped on the strawberry liquor. “I thought I was going to die of alcohol poisoning when I drank one of those.”

“Princess, I’m over six feet and three hundred pounds, I can handle a fourloko. Small little thing like you though…” His voice dropped an octave as he went to sip his own drink, oblivious to the way his tone change seemed to stir something in your stomach. Mind slightly too hazy to see the way you took a bigger sip the second time around. “You should stick to that buzzball.”

His jab made your brows furrowed slightly. Annoyance quickly replacing the mysterious feeling before, as you decided to make yourself comfortable on the wooden kitchen floor. Not caring about the way your dress rode up your thighs when you crossed your legs. Instantly going to grab Miguel’s can and taking a sip when he placed it on the ground to join. Regretting the decision after the first gulp, making you recoil at the taste as you put the can back down next to Miguel.

“Give me that.” He smirked playfully as he grabbed the can before it was even fully on the floor. Raising it towards his lips before leaning forward to speak again. “If you want to swap spit just say so, sweetheart.”

“You’re so weird.” You muttered in annoyance as you rolled your eyes at him.

“I’m surprised that your eyes haven’t gotten stuck in the back of your skull yet.”

“If you have the hots for me just say so.” You mimicked his words in a deadpan tone, tilting your head back to take another gulp.

“Oh please,” Miguel couldn’t resist the scoff that escaped his lips from your words. “Hate to break it to you princess, but you’re not exactly my type.”

“Not your type!? I'm everybody’s type.” Despite your attempt to deliver your words with offense and attitude, you couldn’t help the way your lips twitched upwards as you tried to not devolve into another fit of drunken giggles.

“Believe it or not, spoiled little brats isn’t everybody’s type.” He smirked as he watched you move the little empty plastic ball to the side. Not missing the way your eyes immediately fall on his half full can. His hand immediately going to push it behind his back. “Oh no you don’t-“

“Just another sip, I don’t wanna get up!” Your pleas cut him off, immediately moving to your knees to scoot closer to him. Laughter began to fill the room as you attempted to reach for the can as he held it away from you, never noticing the way you had practically crawled on top of him. Barely registering the way his hand does to your hip in an attempt to help steady you. Your giggles only dying down when your eyes move away from the can, finally noticing how you two practically were touching noses.

Heat sinked into your lower stomach as you both gazed into each other’s hazy eyes, Miguel’s hand subconsciously tightened lightly on your hip, making your lips part ever so slightly as a silent gasp left between them. You wanted to say something to ease the weird sudden tension that filled the room, but your throat felt so dry that you couldn’t get anything out of it. The way his eyes looked at you made your head feel far more fuzzier than the alcohol did at the club. You were feeling so dizzy, like you were falling-no,like you were leaning- leaning forward?

“Mmm-oh-oh my god-“ You pulled back as soon as you progressed what you had done, eyes shooting wide open and your hand covering your mouth. You just kissed Miguel. You kissed your bodyguard. “I-I didn’t-I don’t know why I did that-“

But your apology was cut off before you could finish it. Large hands quickly moved to your shoulders as the oxygen from your lungs got stolen with each passing second. You couldn’t help the moan you let out as you melted into the kiss, melted into him. Manicured fingers entangling themselves into the little chocolate curls on the back of his neck.

“We shouldn’t be doing this.” Miguel spoke between shallow breaths, his forehead resting on yours as you both attempted to catch your breaths.

“We should stop.” You agreed, voice light as you moved to straddle his waist.

“Definitely.” He muttered before pulling you back, biting down on your bottom lip just hard enough to make you let out a hiss, giving him the opportunity to slip his tongue in. The warm metal of his tounge piercing making you shiver as it glides over the roof of your mouth.

“Your piercing feels so weird.” Despite not complaining, you couldn’t help but whine.

“Wait till you feel the other one…” He mumbled under his breath.

“Huh?”

“Nothing.” Before you could get a chance to question what he said, his mouth was on the base of your neck. The pressure of the metal ball on your neck made your breath hitch as his hands dug under the tight fabric around your thighs. Impatiently tugging at the no-show thong that you were certain was drenched by the way it was clinging to your core.

“What happened-to not being your type?” You couldn’t resist the urge to taunt his earlier words, keeping your tone as steady as you could with the way his two middle fingers began to slowly move up and down on your dripping slit.

“I’m blaming this on the alcohol.” He grumbled as he sat back, eyes dark as he focused on watching the way you attempted to wiggle yourself onto his fingers each time he passed your needy hole, applying a bit more pressure on it with each passing. His free hand went to hold your hips down to stop your squirming. “Don’t be impatient, princess.”

“You’re taking too long.” You whined.

“Ten minutes ago we weren’t making out.” He brought his gaze back up to your face, before finally entering his middle finger, making sure to go extra slow to help with any uncomfortableness you might feel from the stretching. The corner of his lips twisting upwards at the sight of your lips parting with a silent moan. “You’ll be thanking me in a few minutes for taking my time with this.”

You let out a whimper, head falling to rest on his shoulder as you attempted to get used to the sensation of his fingers inside of you. The coldness of one of his rings sending a shiver up your spine each time he bottomed out. Involuntary clenching around his finger with each graze of the metal, making Miguel’s brow furrow in annoyance.

“You need to relax sweetheart.” He muttered, leaning down slightly to place a light kiss on your hairline in a half-hearted attempt to help you calm down.

“I’m trying…” Any attitude you attempt to spit out from your tone was lost the second it left your mouth. “Rings feel weird…” You added as you squeezed your eyes shut, trying to focus on anything but the building heat in your lower stomach and the slow pumping from his fingers.

“Did you want me to take them off?” Miguel asked, having to tear his gaze from your cunt, your sudden silence not pleasing him one bit. ”Did you want me to take off the rings?” He repeated, eyes boring into you as you squirmed against him.

“Mm…” You hummed as you shook your head, Miguel couldn’t help but smirk slightly at your actions.

“Use your words.” He said, slowing down slightly just to mess with you.

“No, no, I don’t want the rings off.” You finally spat out, shaking your head a bit more frantically than before.

“Nasty little thing.” He cooed, the smirk on his lips growing a bit wider as he focused back down on his hand. Pumping his finger in and out a few more times, pausing to insert his index finger before continuing his previous pace.

“Oh shit….” You hiss under your breath, your shaky hands finding purchase on Miguel’s bicep, burying your face deeper into the crook of his neck. The building in your lower stomach getting ready to snap. “Shit, I’m close… Miggy I’m so close-“

“Come on princess, cum for me.” His growl, dropped an octave with the command, his fingers curling slightly to better hit that perfect soft. “Wanna feel that pretty pussy finish around my fingers.”

His words pushed you over the edge, eyes rolling shut as you bite down on him in order to muffle your moans. Making him let out a hiss as he slows his pace, helping you ride out your orgasm.

“Did so good.” He praised lowly , pulling his fingers out slowly. Eyes darkened slightly as he saw a thin string of your slick connect you both still, pulling till it broke.

“Felt so good.” You replied, still coming down, as you moved from his lap to his lower thighs, surely leaving a wet spot on his jeans. “Need more.”

“Impatient, are we princess?” He teased, his hand moving to undo his belt, but were quickly pushed away by yours, wanting him to speed up.

“Shut up.” You huffed, hands fidgeting to undo the metal. “I haven’t had any action since the show in San Francisco, I’m a bit desperate here.”

“Wow, the (Y/N). Desperate. I thought I'd never see the day.” He teased, leaning back slightly. He wasn’t lying when he said he’d never think he’d see it, the way your eyes were glossed over, looking at his covered bulge like it could solve all your problems, the way your hands were trembling slightly as you unbuttoned his jeans. You’re hair messy and disheveled, your lipgloss halfway gone, the only proof of it even existing in the first place was the strawberry taste it left on his own lips.

His usual well-kept, semi well behaved pop star was now acting like a college student who was finally losing her virginity in some random room at a frat party. He had never seen you desperate before, he wanted to make sure he committed the view to memory.

So needy, so desperate, and only for him.

He couldn’t help the way he twitched under your hand as you rubbed his clothed length.

“It feels big.” You admit, eyes not lifting to see the smirk that formed on Miguel’s lips.

“Ima big guy princess,” He murmured with a head tilt, “why’d you think I took the time to help you warm up?”

“You’re so cocky.”

“Funny coming from you.”

“Shush.” You huffed, finally dipping your fingers under his waistband, the heat radiating from him almost enough to make you break out in a sweat as you began to wrap your smaller fingers around the base of his cock-

“OH MY GOD WHAT THE FUCK!?” You exclaimed, quickly pulling your hand away, accidentally pulling his underwear down in the process. Causing your wide eyes to land on where your hand had just been. You blinked in disbelief as you tried to process the sight in front of you.

The eight inches of length by itself would already be enough of a challenge for you on its own, what was really making your stomach turn was the metal bars that lined the underside of his shaft, about an inch or so of separation between each bar, each bar having a small ball at the end on either side.

“I am not putting that in me.” You stated with complete seriousness, Miguel couldn’t help but let out a laugh. “When did you even get that done?” You asked, moving closer to get a better look.

“College.” He shrugged.

“You’re insane.” Your eyes moved up to meet his, unbothered by the cheeky little smirk he wasn’t attempting to hide. Not fighting when his hand moves to the small of your back to pull you closer again.

“It’s not that bad.” He reassures, “Most of the girls I’ve been with either don’t feel it, or they actually enjoy it.” Yet the way your brows furrowed together and the nervous hum that left your throat was a clear indication that you were inconvenienced.

“I mean…it’s kinda cool… I’ve never done it with anyone with a…” You trailed off, looking at him through your lashes as you waited for him to finish the rest for you.

“Jacob's ladder.”

“Jacob’s ladderrrr…” You drew out the words as you nodded, then biting your lips as you thought about it. It looked terrifying if you were being completely honest… but if you were being completely honest, you need him so, so bad. “Okay…” you sighed, “but if it hurts we’re stopping.”

“Deal.” Miguel agrees, before pulling you until you were hovering over his member. Your hands go to rest on his shoulders in an attempt to steady yourself as you begin to slowly lower yourself down.

Oh.

Oh.

“Ohh…that feels…” Amazing? Ethereal? Heavenly? You can’t even finish your sentence, “fuck.”

“You like it?” Miguel asked, already knowing the answer from the way your eyes rolled back and your jaw went slack the second you landed on his thighs.

“Mhm…” You bit your lip as you nodded, wanting nothing more than to just start bouncing, but you knew you’d had to allow yourself to adjust to his girth or the soreness he’d leave between your legs would be much worse tomorrow morning.

After a few moments, you finally began to move up, stopping just below the tip before lowering back down. Your whimpers becoming more desperate and vocal with each moment.

“Shit… so tight…” He murmured, head falling back as his hands left your hips, placing them on the floor instead to help stabilize himself before thrusting his hips upwards, making you moan out his name. Groaning at the way you squeezed around him.

“Miguel…” You whined, nails digging into his shoulders. If he wasn’t still wearing his shirt, he’d be certain you’d be drawing blood, or at least leave imprints to match that bite mark you left him.

“I know baby, I know…” He dipped his head to whisper against your ear. “Fuck, feel so good… how am I supposed to wake you dance around in those fluffy little dresses on stage now and not think of this, huh?” You didn’t answer, more you couldn’t. Too cockdrunk to properly think.

It was all too much, your body felt like it was on fire in the best possible way. Heart pounding in your ears like it did when you finish a show, only this was so much better. Fingers tighten their grip on him as you felt the heat building the second time around, faster than the first time.

“Miggy…Ima-ima cum again..” You babble as you begin to bounce a bit quicker, making Miguel moan lowly.

“Where do you want me to finish?” He asked, knowing once you finished he won’t be far behind himself.

“Inside!” You exclaimed, almost too quickly. “Please Please ple-“

“Princess, I don't think that’s a good idea. I don’t want to -“ He began to protest, but his hands made purchase on your hips regardless.

“I’m on birth control.” You told him, making him let out a loud huff. He didn’t want to protest any further, mostly because he knew neither of you last.

“Shit…shit…” He grunted, rutting up into you a few more times, his thrust growing more and more sloppy, your moans growing more and more high pitched before he finally felt you release around him. The way you squeezed him made eyes roll back as he began to empty his seed instead of you, riding out both of your highs as his hips stutter and slow. Breaths shallow as you finally rolling off of him once you both came back down.

“Jesus…” Miguel huffed , moving to finally get up off the floor, his butt sore from the hard kitchen wood. Taking a moment to tuck his softening member back into his jeans before reaching his hand down towards you. “You okay?”

“Yeah just… my legs… jelly…” You take his hand, letting him pull you up from the floor as you use your free hand to fix your dress that was bunched up around your thighs, deciding to deal with your soaked panties in the morning. A beat passing before you spoke again. “We never speak of this.”

“Agree.”

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My schedule has cleared up so I’m. HOPING to release some none reupload work from my old blog soon. Fingers crossed that I will began writing next week I have a lot of ideas I’ve been sitting on

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I like drawing soft Miguel🥹

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Mmmmmmmm

Want to do other Miguel + pyramid head like last year ✌🏼

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hey, queen! ✨i got an idea for your popstar!reader au

what if during a show, reader pulls this move with a dancer on stage and miguel gets hella jealous… 👀

just throwing an idea out there if you need one 🤭

Oooo I’ve def had an idea similar to this, I really wanna do a whole fic of them where one gets jealous😌

Will keep in mind when I finally have time to write 😌

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“All Tumblr ever does is write oneshots now” Tell the writers that you’d love to see them write longer things.

“Nobody updates their fics anymore” Tell the writers you love the fic and want to see more of it.

Tell the writers.

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Shut up this is so cute

Just sketching after hearing the bad news about Peter David

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Ahhh thanks for the tag wifeyyy 💐💐

🌙 fav color: purple, red

💖 last song: Manchild by Sabrina Carpenter

🌸 currently reading: nothing at the moment but I do need to catch up on my reading list

✨ currently watching: I just finished dexter: original sin like a few days ago, really good !

🍒 craving: Canes ✋😭

🍮 coffee or tea: both! But specifically matcha or an ice coffee

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4. Currently watching: Gravity Falls

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6. Coffee or tea: tea, but I'm not a caffeine in the morning person

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✮𝕻𝖔𝖕𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙✮

Stories are organized in order of events but not release chronologically

Smut:❤️‍🔥

✮ I’M JUST A GIRL

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𝕴’𝖒 𝖏𝖚𝖘𝖙 𝖆 𝖌𝖎𝖗𝖑 (Punk bodyguard!Miguel O’Hara x Popstar!Reader)

Cursing, nfsw actions implied, nudity (?),implied voyeurism, (playful) mentions of panty sniffing, some fluff, some sass, this is very self indulgent, , readers a brat, minors DNI

Word count: 1.8k

A/n: Yay reupload Cuz I love these two :3 I added like an extra little bit at the end of I wanted to Hehe, enjoy 😊

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“Thank you Neuva York!”

Cheers filled the arena as you waved to the crowd one last time, blowing kisses while soaking in the attention. Adrenaline still filling your veins as you walked backstage, hands shaking slightly from the fact you’d had been dancing and singing for the last past two hours.

The second your head set was off and handed back to one of the sound techs, your second and third shadow had decided to join you right away, the latter of which already had his hand on the small of your back as you began walking to your dressing room. Your own hand immediately going to push it off.

“Ugh, you know I don’t like it when you grab at me after a concert.” You immediately groaned, the sweet pop girl act dropping the second you stepped off stage.

“Touching you is a part of my job, Princess.” Unfazed by your attitude, his hand immediately returns to its spot on your back. You were sure if your manager wasn’t right next to you, Miguel’s tone would be very different saying that sentence.

“You would get a job where all you get to do is touch pretty girls-“

“Alright, alright both of you, stop.” Your manager finally interpreted your bickering, lifting his nose up from his phone to glare at the both of you. Resulting in you just rolling your eyes at him when his gaze turned to meet yours. “Can you please behave yourself until we get to the tour bus sweetheart?”

“Whatever.” You mumbled, pushing Miguel’s hand away from your back once again. “Did you make sure to get the bus ready or am I going to have to wait in my dressing room?”

“We’re almost done, but I suggest you shower in your room before we leave. We have limited water and the one on the bus is smaller.” Your manager responded as he looked back down at his phone. “It’ll be another half hour or so.”

“Guess I’ll shower then.” You sighed before parting ways, you and Miguel turning a corner to head back to your room.

“‘Touching you is a part of my job, princess.’ God do you not think before speaking or do you just enjoy making things sound dirty.” You mocked the second the door was closed and locked behind you both. Making Miguel let out a scoff as he leaned against it, eyes following you as you paced around to grab your toiletries.

“You're the only person who thinks that Princess.” He responded, raising his hands up in defense.

“Sure.” Sarcasm dripped from your lips as you stepped into the bathroom attached to the dressing room, setting your items on the marble counter before turning the water on.

—

“Guess what I heard (Y/N)’s bodyguard say to her after she gave me her mic while she was leaving?” A young twenty-something sound girl whispered to one of her stagehand friends.

“Omg what?”

“She told him, and I shit you not: ‘touching you is a part of my job princess’.” She revealed in a whisper shout as her and her friend continued to shut down and pack up their equipment. Making her friend gasp in surprise.

“No way!”

“Yes way!”

“They’re totally fucking.”

“You guys are reading too much into it.” A third, male stagehand joined in on the conversation. “They probably just joke around like that.”

“I don’t believe that.” The second girl shook her head at the male’s claim. “Did you see the way he was looking at her last night during rehearsal? He looked like he wanted to pounce her.”

“He looked like he was irritated, he always looks like that around her.” He retorted at the explanation, “I have no idea why she’s a sweetheart.”

“Didn’t seem like one when she was talking to him or her manager.” The first girl piped in.

“She’s probably stressed and tired, I would be too if I had to sing and dance for two hours straight.” The male defended as the three finished up, and began making their way to the break room. “I’d be so overwhelmed-“

“Wait shush.” The second girl quickly interrupted him as they turned down where your dressing room was, and despite the walls being nowhere near paper thin, the muffled sound of their voices would surely leak through.

They had almost fully passed by the door when they heard a thud, followed by a groan, making the three stagehands stop in their tracks.

“Do you think one of them got hurt?” The male asked in a low whisper as the three glanced at each other, but none had a chance to answer before they heard-

“Just get this dress off of me already!”

“Hold still princess, you're so impatient.”

“No fucking way…” One of the girls whispered in disbelief, her ears turning pink at the implication of the words they had heard.

“Your hands are too big!”

“Stop squirming, you're only making this harder for yourself.”

“Wait wait, don't pull on my hair like that.”

“Sorry princess, it’s not my fault.”

The two girls had to cover their mouths to stop themselves from gasping, meanwhile all their male friend/coworker could do was stare at the door as his brain blue screened. Not even noticing when your manager came around the corner, about to enter your dressing room but stopped when he noticed the door was locked.

“Miguel!”

“Don’t whine like that sweetheart. Someone’s gonna hear you.”

“Don’t forget, you three signed NDAs.” He whispered the reminder with an unphased look, as he turned to the three young adults, pointing at the threm before shooing them away.

—

“Be careful, don’t rip it.” You bit on your lips as your eyes wandered to the ceiling, one of your now bare feet impatiently tapped away on the fluffy dressing room carpet.

“This is the fourth time since the tour started that your zipper has broken, I think it’s time you either switch to your other outfit or you get a new wardrobe department.” Miguel mumbled as he continued to tugged on the malfunctioning zipper with furrowed brows, yet to no avail.

“I love this dress though, my back up one is ugly.” You whined, head tilting backwards making your hair fall back from your shoulders. Making Miguel immediately brush it back to rest on your shoulder so it didn’t get caught on the zipper again. “Can’t you just go get Lyla?” You asked in irritation, knowing your stylist and head of wardrobe would have had you out of this dress five minutes ago.

“Most of the staff had left on the other bus already.” He told you, dropping his hand to stretch his fingers out a bit. “We’ve got twenty minutes.”

“Well they can’t leave without me.” You reminded him harshly, turning to face him, grabbing at the bottom of the dress as you began pulling it up from your thighs. “Fuck it…I’m just gonna pull it off, I don’t care if Lyla gets mad.”

“You didn’t have to turn around, if you just want an excuse to strip in front of me just say so princess.” Miguel teased with a smirk, eyes shamelessly roaming your now semi naked body from behind his sunglasses, eyes immediately falling to your small heart tattoo on your hip that was peaking out from your panties. Knowing if he ever saw someone look at you the way he was right now, he’d make sure they’d never see ever again.

“Stop being a perv and help me pull this over my head.” You bit back.

“You gonna ask me to join you in the shower too?” He joked teasing, but did as told. Fixing the dress once it was off your body to pack as you took off your bra and panties, dropping them to the floor as you rushed into the restroom.

“You wished.” You scoffed, immediately stepping into the shower. “Don’t spend too much time sniffing my panties while you finish packing my shit!”

—

After the rushed shower, you both finally made your way to the second tour bus a little bit after midnight, luckily the paparazzi had already left believing you were on the first bus. Giving you the privilege of wearing your pjs and your crocs to the bus rather than something more photo acceptable.

Exhaustion has finally begun to settle in as you wrapped your pink fuzzy blanket around yourself to prevent the cold Neuva York air from nipping at your skin too much, but despite your blankets best efforts, you still shook slightly as you crossed the mostly empty parking lot. Tired eyes grew heavier with each passing second.

“Hey.” Miguel mumbled as he noticed your eyes closing for a few seconds too long for his liking, nudging you slightly with his elbow before removing his hand from his jacket pocket to wrap it around your shaking shoulders. “Don’t fall asleep on me now, we’re almost there.”

You just let out a hum as you rested your head on his side, closing your eyes as you let him lead you to the bus.

“I’m not gonna carry you, so don’t stop walking.” He lied, his own voice a bit rougher than normal.

“You always say that.” You mumbled, voice meek compared to its usual feisty tone you always gave him.

“I know.” He agreed, pausing in front of the bus steps to help you up, standing behind you in case you misstepped. Greeting the driver and your manager with a nod as he trailed behind you. Dropping your duffle bag on the bus’s little couch, before turning to you. “I’m going to go change, go to your bunk bed and go to sleep.”

“No, ” You immediately shook your head, wrapping your blanket tighter around your figure. “I wanna cuddle.” You mumbled, big tired eyes looking up at Miguel almost expectantly. Making the bodyguard let out a sigh, as he ran a hand through his hair.

“Princess you know we can’t fit on the beds together.” He lowered his voice to a soft whisper as he leaned in a bit closer. “And I’m not going to sleep on the couch, my back will hurt in the morning.” He explained gently, as if explaining to a crying child, and by the whine that left your throat, it surely left like it too.

“Please. Just tonight.” You begged, and if it weren’t for the fact your exhausted state making you so much of an actual sweetheart to him compared to your usual attitude, he would have said no.

“Okay, okay fine.” He sighed, brushing a loose strand of hair out of your face, heart swelling when your pout turned into a smile . “Let me get changed first, okay?”

“Okay.” You replied, going to sit on the couch as you waited, thankful it only took him a few seconds. Returning in a pair of grey sweats and a black tank top.

“You owe me a back rub in the morning.” He muttered, wrapping his arm around you, pulling you into his chest as you spread your blanket over yourselves.

“You two are going to get me in a hell of a media circus one day…” Your manager mumbled under his breath as soon as he was sure you both were asleep. Not missing the way you inched a bit closer to lay on Miguel’s chest better, or the way Miguel’s hand twitched to hold your waist a bit more snug.

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Thinking about Jealous Baby daddy! Miguel O'Hara who seems grumpier during the next custody swap the following week. A permanent scowl etched on his face as he crosses his arms over his chest while leaning against his car. Only answer in a grumble when you asked what’s wrong, wanting to see if you’d mentioned anything about the date you went on, acting as if he didn’t know about it. You didn’t.

Jealous baby daddy!Miguel starts to probe any info about your new suiter from Gabriella whenever he can during his weeks with her, wanting to see if it was only a fing or if it had any potential to turn into something serious. Huffing when his daughter starts to tease him about it when she notices he starts to be asking about it too often, denying her claims of him “having a crush” on mommy again, him trying to defend himself to the 10 year old by saying he only wanted to make sure that the guy wasn’t a jerk.

It didn’t matter if he was the nicest man on earth though, Miguel wasn’t gonna like him either way.

Jealous baby daddy!Miguel who finally cracked and “casually” mentioned to you that Gabi has been making comments about you seeing someone as of recently during one of her games and “accidentally” forgot to mention that he’s been basically interrogating your girl about him. Purposely leaning in a bit closer as he whispered into your ear while you both sat on the metal bleachers, fighting off an oncoming smirk from his lips when he noticed your shoulders tensing up and your cheeks growing warmer even if your eyes stayed on the field.

Jealous baby daddy!Miguel who purposely starts to get more touchy. Not in an inappropriate way, but in a smaller strategic way. Letting his fingertips linger a second too long against yours when he hands you Gabriella’s school bag, his thighs brushing against yours the whole time during a soccer game. Small things that he can dismiss if you try to confront him by saying you’re being silly, but he knows that it driving you crazy.

Jealous baby daddy!Miguel who suddenly starts sending you photos of you both in college when you were both dating before you had Gabi, saying he “stumbled across it” while cleaning.

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“Okay go get ready for bed, amor.” (Sweetie.)

“Si mami!” (Yes mom!)”

As the pitter patter of Gabriella’s blue crocs make their way over to the bathroom, you got up and off the couch to tidy up the mess of Barbies off from your living room carpet floor. While putting away the skipper doll back in the toy bin, you heard your phone vibrate on the couch, quickly placing it in the bin before standing up straight and dusting your hands off to go see who texted you, expecting it to be the guy you're talking to.

To your surprise though, Miguel’s name was popping up instead, with a raised brow you go to open the message. Your face of mild confusion turns into one of a small look of nostalgia.

“Look what I found while cleaning up my computer storage.” Was the message that accompanied the photo, you and Miguel, around 19 you’d like to say, in a candid shot one of your friends took of you both, you playfully smuggling some ice cream on the side of his cheek while you both laugh.

“Mom! I’m ready!” Your daughter’s sudden call quickly took you out of your state of reminiscing, snapping you back to present time. Telling her you’d be right up as you close your phone and placed it back on the coach, but not before liking the message.

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