Secreto De Amor (Miguel O'Hara x Reader)

Chapter Twelve: The awkward asf breakfast

Warnings- short chapter, cliffhanger, cursing, and jealous y/n.

I was riding out my third orgasm. I was on top, riding Miguel. He held my hands as he talked me through it.

"Yeah, baby just like that."

"Up and down, yeah baby. You doing so good, Mariposa."

"Oh Dios, I'm going to come. Don't stop riding me y/n. I'm so close. C'mon, baby keep going. Make daddy cum."

"Oh fuck fuck fuck yes, look at you. Look at you crying, good job baby. You did so well, taking my cock like a big girl. I'm proud of you mariposa."

"Now come here, so I can hold you." his words indulged me more than a box of chocolates. They were more decadent and tasted sweeter.

I collapsed onto his chest. "Baby, I need you to take a morning pill, okay, I'm going to get one for you," he whispered as he soothed my back. I lazily lifted my head.

"I have one."

He narrowed his eyebrow in suspicion. "Why?"

I was tempted to tease him but the look in his eye defined my choice. "It helps regulate my period."

"Okay. I need you to get on birth control. I don't want to wear a condom with you."

"Okay, I'll go to the doctor this week."

I let out a huge yawn. Sleep was about to smack me in the face. "I should go before Dad and Gaby wake up." getting all my shit, I put on my shoes and open the door but I get pulled back in by a pair of strong hands.

"Y mi beso?" He asked me what about his kiss and I couldn't help but giggle. I stand on my tippy toes and kiss his lips.

"See you later."

"Don't sleep all day. I want to see you soon."

I scoff. "You tired me out. I need at least a full day of sleep.

"No, you have till ten to sleep in." Who does this bitch think he is.

He's lucky I'm not in a coma.

"Okay, sure." I run to the sliding door and carefully open it. I cautiously walk upstairs trying my best not to make a squeak. But that all went to shit when Dad's door opened.

A small person comes walking out. "Morning." Gaby rubs her eyes.

"Morning." I smile sheepishly. She makes me nervous for some reason. She might be young for her age but Gaby can see right through the bullshit.

"I didn't figure you the morning type of person." She chirped. I was not but I still took offense to that.

"Hey." I placed both hands on my hip.

"It's just a joke." She laughs. The door opens again and Dad comes out. Jesus, it was barely seven a.m.

"Oh good you're up. You can help us make breakfast."

This blows skittles.

I internally groaned but I followed the two singing ding-dings to the kitchen.

"So what do we feel like having?"

"Waffles."

"Pancakes."

"How about both?"

"Sure."

"I guess."

I start to prep the waffle batter as Gaby and Dad prep the pancake batter. "Tio, can you make me a Mickey Mouse pancake?"