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You yelped as he dragged you down onto his lap, where he instinctually moved his hand to cover your mouth, “Just deal with this for a little bit, and sit still damn it.” he growled.
You groaned into his hand, adjusting your hips to be more comfortable. He leans back against the wall, taking a deep breath as you do so, hoping you're unaware of what's underneath his suit for now. “Stop squirming around,” he says while moving the hand from your mouth to your hip to keep you still.
“It’s stuffy in here!” You whisper, noticing his hand placement. He rolls his eyes. “It doesn't matter, being comfortable isn't important, being alive is." He leans back to get a better view of the villain's shadows through the light shining underneath the door. You sigh and ask, “Do you still see them?”, while curiously leaning forward to get a look as well. Miguel turns his head to not face you head-on, “Yes, I see their shadow still.”
You curse under your breath and Miguel looks back at you as you curse, and he gets a shiver down his spine. “How long are we gonna be here?”, you say as you remove your mask, letting your hair fall gracefully, framing your face. You can see Miguel’s eyes widen cartoonishly through his mask, “What?” you say, raising an eyebrow. “Nothing,” Miguel says while his mask disappears, copying your choice. “We might be here for a while,” he sighs while looking at his watch. “Lyla, scope the surroundings.” Her hologram figure appears as quickly as her face reacts to our compromising position. “Woah! Is it comfy?” She teases. “Lyla, the surroundings,” Miguel repeats himself sternly as Lyla salutes before she disappears to look. You giggle at her response and Miguel’s expression of annoyance towards Lyla is transferred to you, “You’re just as bad as her.”
“How?” you whisper yell, quietly laughing at the accusation. Miguel's breath caught in his throat when you laughed, and it didn't help at all that the action made you shift in his lap. His head lolled back, and his grip on your thigh got tighter as if he was holding onto you like a lifeline. “You both are annoying little brats... and be quieter.” He whispered. “I am not! I’m just opinionated,” you smack him playfully. He grabs your wrist before you go in for a second hit with his free hand, "God, you drive me insane, you know that?" You scoff at him, “Of course I do.”
He let out a shaky laugh at that, letting go of your wrist and moving his hips forward trying to avoid the tension going on in his suit. Lyla appears back to report her findings, “They’re still there, they know you’re both in here. Just waiting to see what you two do.” Miguel leans his head back, taking a deep sigh, “Thanks, Lyla. We’ll play the waiting game,” and he dismisses her.
“The waiting game?” you complain. Miguel groans, “Yes, the waiting game. Let them get bored, then we strike when unexpected.”
“And you don’t wanna call for backup…?” You say with a curious look. Miguel shakes his head no, “And let others see us like this? See you like this? Hell no.”
“What do you mean to see me like this? What’s wrong with me?” “Nothing, it came out wrong,” Miguel says as he squeezes your hip as a way of trying to reassure you. “I think you should be more concerned on how you look, Miguel.” He raises an eyebrow at you. “What? Do you think I can’t feel this?” You grind your hips forward, grinding his dick as he places his other hand on your hips as well, squeezing it tightly. “Stop. Moving.” He breathes out, with an animalistic glare.
“Why should I? You’ve been holding my hip this whole time.” Miguel clenches his jaw, trying to think of a response. As he opens his mouth you speak again, “And is that why you didn’t call for backup? When the villain is right outside this door?”
“Do you know… what you’re doing to me right now? When I said you drive me insane, you do so, in so many ways you can’t imagine. Especially right now.” He gritted through his teeth. You looked at him with a shocked expression, “Miguel, what?-” That’s all you got out before he attacked your lips, dragging your hips towards him to bring you closer. The kiss is desperate and strong, his hands move from your hips to one on your lower back and the other behind your neck.
He pulls away and moves a piece of hair out your face, “There’s no holding back anymore, amor,” he purrs. You shrug and give a soft smile, “I guess not,” and go back in for another kiss. The intensity is even higher than the first, you can feel Miguel moving his hips to grind against you; the friction gives you pleasure, making you moan into his mouth. “Miguel,” you breathe out and he hums out a response. “Do you really wanna do this? …Here?” He gives you a sly smirk, “Yes.”
After his confirmation and you agreeing, his hands travel back down to your waist, and then to your cunt. He rubs you through your suit, the smooth, thin material of it allows him to feel every ridge and bump. You bite your lip trying to muffle your moans as Miguel gives you an evil smile. And truly that smile had nothing good following it as he rips your suit’s crotch area and moves your underwear to the side, looking up at you for confirmation. You nod and he pushes in two fingers and immediately goes to work. You try your best to suppress your moans, but it doesn’t help as Miguel keeps constant eye contact with you. “You’re so fucking wet,” he laughs at you trying so hard to be quiet. Too weak to give a snarky comment back, you lean your head on his shoulder.
At this point, his dick is pulsing and dripping with pre cum. You’re too distracted by him finger fucking you to notice his suit slowly disappearing. “I think you’re ready, brat.” You can tell he said that with a smile as he removes his fingers from your pussy and licks them. “Too bad I can’t eat you here.” You look up and smile weakly as he raises your body to align with his dick, it’s too dark in the storage closet to see how big he was, but you wrap your arms around his neck for support. He slowly inserts himself in and your mouth gaps open at the feeling of being stretched out.
Once he was fully inside, he gave you a moment to adjust to him. The girth and length of him were so convincing to you that you’d pass out from him. But that moment was short-lived as he began thrusting his hips up into you. The speed was a reflection of his need for you, he always admired you from afar, during meetings, missions, and just around the HQ; this was his chance, and of course, he took it. Your brain was too fuzzy to think of anything else but his dick, you’re a sweaty, moaning mess.
You feel like you're floating with every thrust into you, his moans mixed with yours are music to both of you. He latched his mouth onto your neck and began leaving marks, bringing you closer and tighter. Feeling your body tense up, you moan out to him, “Miguel, I’m gonna cum!” He leans back from your neck, “Where do you want it?” You’re so hypnotized by him you don’t think, “Inside.” He gives you a cunning smile and kisses you passionately. His thrusts become faster and more aggressive, making you scream into him as you feel warmth enter your body. Getting the last pumps in you, you both are out of breath and heavily breathing against each other as you touch your foreheads.
“You know, if we had HR we would both be fired,” you joke. “Thankfully, I’m basically HR then.” He smiles at you and lifts you off his dick, feeling proud as he watches his cum drip out of you. “You think the villain heard?” Miguel’s suit covers his face and dick again, “Oh, yeah. Stay here, I’ll handle it. Can’t have you fighting like that.” He looks you up and down, “I’ll get you a new suit.” He smirks before leaving the storage room to finish the mission finally.