gender neutral y/n! x Miguel o'hara
summary: you're part of the spider society, and another spiderman seems to be interested in you. But Miguel knew you belonged to him, so he wasn't going to let this slide....
Miguel O'Hara stood at a distance, overseeing the training session of the Spider Society in preparation for their upcoming mission. As his eyes scanned the group, they inadvertently fell upon you; admiring you and the way your eyes light up with determination, the way your smile brightened the room, the way your suit hugged your body...
But these thoughts were quickly scratched apart when he noticed you in playful conversation with another spiderman. You were smiling up at him, and he was standing close to you, far too close for comfort might Miguel add. The chemistry was evident even from a distance. The scene alone stirred a twinge of irritation within Miguel, making him grumble low in his throat at the sight before him.
Unable to contain his mounting annoyance, Miguel called you over to his side, away from the prying eyes of the fellow spider heroes. "What's going on? What do you need, big guy?" You greeted him with an energetic smile, the same smile that has him feeling warmth in his usual cold veins. He concocted a feeble excuse, his face taut as he spoke, "I need you to go to my desk and finish up some paperwork, now."
As random as that request may be, you didn't think much of it considering how Miguel wasn't the type to play around, so you made your way over to his desk. However, when you get there you find the paper work neatly stacked and marked up to completion. Your brows furrowed, that's a little odd. It looked like he's already gotten to the task himself, and now that you think about it he's also the type who prioritizes your training over something like this. So why did he pull you away from training just for something as mundane as paperwork??
You make your way back to Miguel to tell him the assignment was already completed when you got there, and you noted the way his face fell a bit at the news. But he's quick to fix it back to the typical stoic, intense mask of an expression that everyone's familiar with, and clears his throat. "Looks like I already got to it then. Alright, go file this in the cabinet instead, it's the schedule from last week that I forgot to put away."
You open your mouth to say something but before you could, he already pushes the maroon folder into your hands. You scoff and turn on your heel, a bit suspicious but still making your way to the filing cabinets. What made him decide you were going to be his little errand pet, anyways? Not that you minded much, you'd take any excuse to be close to him. However usually you're the one maneuvering your way over to him during training, today it seems like the roles have switched. Especially just after you met a new colleague today. As you thought this, you absentmindedly glance down at the folder in your hands and stopped dead in your tracks. There, written in bold ink, was today's date written across the tab of the folder. You've got to be kidding.
Miguel crossed his arms in contentment, previous feelings of jealousy finally simmered down knowing that he has you tucked in his corner, and you none the wiser to his secret scheme. That is, until he finds you approaching him with a pace that can only be described as irritation.
You stand before him now and cross your arms, raising a brow. "Care to explain, Miguel?" You then lift the folder up between you both. He looks at you confused, then looks down at the folder and scoffs, "What, didn't file the folder yet? What's there to explain over something so...."
And that's when he sees it: today's date written on the folder, much contrary to the statement he made earlier about this being from 'a week ago'. He internally facepalms for slipping up this badly. It's evident that at this point he's been making up excuses this whole time. "... shit." He mutters to himself and you catch it instantly. You knew Miguel long enough to know when he's brewing up a scheme, and right now he's caught red handed.
He speaks up suddenly, interrupting the brief silence between you both. "My mistake, I must've already filed last week's schedule then. I need you to do something else inst—"
That's when a third voice suddenly calls out from a distance, calling out your name in particular. And it's the voice of the same spiderman who's been flirting with you all morning, upon hearing it Miguel grits his teeth. "Y/N is busy, you'll see them after I'm done talking with them." He shouts over his shoulder to the other spiderman, more aggressive than needed. The spiderman hears this from the opposite side of the room, and instantly straightens: "you got it, bossman!"
When he finally turns back to face you again, your arms were crossed and you smirked. "You don't have to hide it, Miguel," you whispered, your voice laced with understanding. "I see why you really pulled me aside. You were jealous."
Embarrassment and irritation colored Miguel's features as he realized he had been found out, his usual rugged expression falling. "I have no idea what you're talking about." He grumbled, feeling vulnerable and exposed with his jealousy laid bare. However, before he could retreat further into his defensiveness, you laughed and closed the distance between you both, wrapping your arms around him in a comforting embrace.
"It's okay, baby," you reassured him, your voice a soft murmur that sent shivers down his spine. "There's no need to be jealous. You know you're the one I want."
Your words, spoken with such tenderness, ignited a yearning within Miguel. His serious facade softened, his heart yearning for the intimacy you've started to explore. Feeling foolish for trying to pull such a rouse when in reality you cherished him as much as he cherished you. He wanted to lose himself in your embrace, to indulge in the sweetness of the connection you both shared.
But just as you both were on the brink of surrendering to your desires, the demands of the group beckoned you back. You, with a mischievous glimmer in your eyes, leaned in close to Miguel's ear and murmured, "I'll see you later tonight." Your words dripped with playful promise, leaving Miguel yearning for more.
As you rejoined the group, Miguel watched you walk away, a mix of frustration and longing swirling within him. He cursed the circumstances that prevented you both from fully exploring their desires in that moment. But deep down, he knew that the anticipation and the promise of what awaited you both later would make the reunion even sweeter.
