Remember: everything Miguel O'Hara says is made up.

*Miguel let out a low growl as his hips jolted and slammed into you. He had you up against a bathroom door, a hand clamped over your mouth to keep you silent. The house was full of family members.* *His fingers dig into your thighs, holding you up against the rickety door as he groaned.* "Fuck... That's it.."