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Dec 10, 2023

The Agreement - Miguel O'Hara x Therapist!Reader (IV)

Summary: It was simple. No kissing. No sex. Hugs and hand-holding only. The goal was to help Miguel feel a little less lonely sometimes. That was your job as one of the therapists at HQ, to mentally stabilize everyone’s mind, including the boss’s.

In other words, you and Miguel make a deal.

Rated Explicit, fluff, smut

14K words | (4/5) chapters

On AO3 ----> HERE

Chapters:

(I) (II) (III) (IV) (V)

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You had a feeling that if you were to pull against the red web around your wrist, you would dislocate it. That’s how tight it was. Tight and strangely warm against your skin. Warm like those eyes that peered up at you, not particularly the look of them but the feel of them scanning your face… and your lips.

You were riveted to the bed, knees pressed into the plush mattress underneath as your arm was suspended in the air. Your web that hit the ceiling was rendered useless, growing limp like an abandoned spider’s web in a gentle breeze.

Miguel sat up and tugged on his web to sever yours and your arm fell to your lap. Weird how it felt like you were a thief caught in the middle of your heist while Miguel was the cop, holding the keys to your handcuffs. “Don’t you have anything to say?”

What could you say? You fucked up. You broke the agreement and kissed him. All you wanted to do was run back to your office—maybe even back to your universe. Anywhere but here.

“Just release me.”

“And then what are you going to do? Run away? Like always?”

“Just release your web, Miguel.”

“I just want to talk.”

“We can talk without me being tied up.”

“And how do I know you’re not going to run?”

“I’m not. I promise…”

Miguel looked reluctant to do so like if he were to let you go, you would slip away from him, maybe even forever. Keeping you bound to him made him feel secure and confident that you would stay no matter what.

After a long look, Miguel severed his web and you tore the sticky substance from your wrist, pried it out of your hands and threw it on the floor. A burning sensation was left on your skin so you began to rub your bruised wrists. His web really squeezed the life out of you.

And he noticed, “didn’t mean it—didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“And same here…” you shrugged. “About the kiss, I mean.”

“It was…”

“A mistake.”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“So… you rubbing my cheek and leaning down to kiss me on my lips was a mistake.”

“Uhhhaaye—yeah.”

“Do you even hear yourself?”

“I wish I didn’t, in fact, I want to leave.”

It was like his hand replaced his web, grabbing your wrist as he pulled himself close to you until you felt his chest by your shoulder. His voice came out low like he was in a crowded room and didn’t want anyone to hear. “We should be adults about this… maybe recognize the giant spider—elephant, or whatever in the room.”

“There’s nothing to recognize. What I did was… inappropriate. We had a deal as doctor and patient and I crossed the line.”

“What I want to know is why?”

“Huh?”

“Why’d you kiss me?” It was at that moment where his eyes fell to your lips and then boomerang back to your eyes. It wasn’t like he was hiding it. He did it more times than you could count.

“I—” you stopped yourself. The words became stuck in your throat. He wanted you to recognize the elephant in the room but you had a hard time doing so. Probably because you were afraid of what could come after. Love? A relationship? Pain? Or worse… being used as stress relief. So you swallowed the words you wanted to say and redirected. “Well, why did you remove part of your mask when I did?”

Unlike you, Miguel was honest and never mince his words. “Cause I wanted to.”

The heat radiating from him was like a furnace and when he shifted even closer to you, nearly towering over your form even while sitting, you found yourself needing to breathe.

“Wanted to what…?”

“You’re really going to make me say it when you don't even want to,” he whispered, half annoyed and half… amused. He refused to say it too, opting to lower his head close to yours until his lips were hot against your cheek. Stilling your breath even as your heart raced, feeling those tremors along your skin—like lightning traveling through clouds. He pulled away, breath shuddering, the wetness left behind hot on your cheek. He didn’t need to say it, honestly, his actions spoke for him.

“But aren’t you afraid of this… what this could become?”

You felt the need to ask since he had such darkness in his eyes, like you gave him (and even yourself) one last chance to reconsider. You and him were both rational people, but you knew emotions could throw that out of the window. You didn’t want whatever was happening to be something he regretted later on. However, those steady ruby reds already answered your question long before he spoke it.

“All I know is what I want,” and then he kissed you, feverishly, on your lips. Groaning when he did as large hands moved to the small of your back and the back of your head, fingers buried into your hair and nearly digging into your scalp. You relaxed in his hold, giving in, sighing, loving how his lips felt against yours. So smooth, so supple, wet and irresistible—like a drug, you couldn’t get enough. Your breaths became one, tangled in a heated mess. That same heat rushed through your body and settled in your belly, simmering.

You whispered his name, your eyes heavy-lidded with lust and he responded with something of a moan and a growl. You didn’t realize how heavy he could become until he was pushing his weight on you. Your back met with the plush bed and Miguel stationed himself on top of you, right between your legs. His hand had bumped Charlotte’s Web in the process, causing it to tumble to the ground with a heavy thud. You locked your arms around him, hands moving to his neck, shoulders and back, feeling the muscles of his shoulder blades protrude just as he pried your lips open with his tongue.

You allowed him in and let him taste your tongue, your inner cheeks, your teeth—everything and he let you do the same. You explored until you got too curious and your tongue brushed the bottom of his fangs, splitting a small part of your tongue’s flesh as you tasted iron and pain.

But neither did either of you care and the open kisses continued with saliva, blood and all. Kissing until you felt the room start to spin and his hand moved from holding your jaw south to your neck and settled on your breast. Earning a gasp from you when he gave it a soft squeeze.

“Wait,” you managed to breathe out between kisses. “I don’t want to go too far…”

Immediately, he lifted his hand off your breast. “I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do.”

“I know,” his kisses were back, soft upon your cheek and then trailed the corner of your lips, nearly lulling you back in your desire spell. But your head was a little clear from the lusty smog for you to listen to reason. “But maybe we should take this slow—maybe even talk some more? About this? About… us?”

You could tell Miguel wasn’t exactly in a talking mood. He released a long exhale through his nose and his bed dipped around you when he moved off of you. Sitting, his back was slightly hunched as he threw a hand through his brown locks.

“Clearly, there’s something between us that goes beyond our agreement—something that we can explore, if you want?” Sitting up, you let out an exhale of your own, really to calm your beating heart from all the excitement from before.

“I’d like that. Exploring, yeah.” He nodded, and then silence after. The hazy heat and tension from before was finally dispelled and now both of you were left to process what exactly just happened moments ago—how far both of you could’ve gone.

You couldn’t sit in this room any longer thinking about this. You glanced at your Gizmo. “I’m sorry, I have a session coming up. I’m sure you have some work to get done, right?”

“Uh-yeah, sure.”

“Then we’ll chat about this later.”

Before you stood up, you leaned forward and pressed your lips against his. This took him by surprise at first but then you felt him relax and his arms went around your waist to hold you close. You then broke the kiss, pulling your head back with a hum that made Miguel follow, still wanting a taste of you. You didn’t let him.

“Later, Miguel,” you said lowly, before you slipped yourself out of his hold and walked out of his room, leaving Miguel on his bed with Charlotte’s Web by his feet.

Lately, your days have been a little brighter like you were viewing the world through a kaleidoscope or stained glass windows. Its colors were so vivid and striking that you wished to relive each day the moment it ended. You figured that’s what love did to a person. It was an emotion you haven’t felt since you first dated Harry albeit was jaded compared to what you were feeling now.

Life was a bowl of cherries.

Your love for Miguel, despite the prolonged sexual tension, was all but innocent. Kisses here and there when no one was looking, lingering gazes from across the room, hand holding. What you really loved was talking to him. He no longer had that cold exterior during the beginning of your sessions. He spoke to you like a partner, an ally—equals. Sometimes even confiding in you about missions. You shared your ideas and he absorbed them like a sponge, loving how you expressed yourself eloquently without fear.

Even Jess and Peter could tell something had changed within him—He was his own definition of “nicer” to them. And of course, they saw how he looked at you. He was absolutely enamored by you.

Granted, you haven’t really talked about your relationship with Miguel since the day you kissed. Both of you were living in the moment, enjoying each other, what you called “exploring” that other time. You didn’t know if you two were exclusive, but you couldn’t deny the tension whenever you two were together. You only hoped it was genuine from him and not something motivated by his loneliness.

After a rare late night session with Hobie, you webbed yourself to Miguel’s office quietly, treading around the wall and ceiling. Miguel was on his floating platform, occupied with after mission reports documented on each of his screens. You lowered yourself with your web head first, turning your body upright as you got closer to the platform. Once your feet touched the ground, Miguel knew you were behind him.

“You’re a pretty noisy spider, you know?” He turned slightly to look at you, a wide enough smile on his face that showed his fangs. You gave him one of your own.

“I thought I was quiet enough.” You pranced towards him and he opened his arms and accepted your embrace. You were swallowed by his arms as your body was squeezed against his large form. It hasn’t been that long since you saw him, but damn, was he a sight for sore eyes.

“ Te ves hermosa hoy ,” he said, slightly pulling away as his arms were still around you.

“Thank you,” you glanced down at yourself, wondering if you were wearing anything special. “It’s just my same old suit though.”

He looked you over again, his smile growing wider. “I know.”

Miguel then pressed his lips against your cheek and that fluttering warm feeling blossomed and spread throughout your body.

“Anyway, why are you here so late? Your work ends at five, right?” He released you, turning around to direct his attention to his work. Amazing how he could go from being soft to authoritative in seconds.

“I had a late night session.”

“Late night session, didn’t know you gave those.”

“I don’t. It’s Hobie’s preferred time for his session. Haven’t had one in a while since Gwen joined though.”

Miguel’s fingers froze for a few seconds before he continued to type. “I see…”

“It never really feels like a session with him. He barely talks about himself, sort of like how you were.”

“Hm-mm…”

“But I like his sessions. It’s like speaking to an old friend sometimes. Though it did take me a while to understand what he was saying, haha.”

“...”

When you didn’t hear anything from him, you moved closer, placing a hand on his arm. “Are you listening?”

“Oh, yeah, yeah… I’m definitely listening,” you saw him roll his eyes.

“What’s with that face?”

“What face?”

It seems like Miguel was oblivious to how he looked. His eyebrows were furrowed, mouth pulled in a deep upwards pout. He looked like his expression would be under the definition of the word sulk in a dictionary. It was so obvious to you that he was jealous, something that he wouldn’t want to ever admit.

So you thought of something that would ease whatever was going on in his head. “Hey… let’s get out of here.”

“Can’t. I have a few more reports to review.”

“Which can be saved till tomorrow. I haven’t had time to explore Nueva York and I’ve been here for a while now. Maybe you can show me around?”

You then trapped his arm within your grasp, making sure your breasts were pushed up against him. Even though they were hidden behind the fabrics of your suit, the feel of them still managed to pull Miguel’s attention off of his work. You smiled when his red eyes met yours.

“Please?”

Another squeeze of his arm seems to have done it. “ Tú serás mi muerte, mi reina . Come on, let's go.”

You released him, hopping in excitement before leading him out of his office. You heard a call from within, Lyla was watching you two with a grin before she waved you off.

“Have fun, you two!”

The scent of Uptown Nueva York was like a new car, crisp, lotioned leather with a hint of luxe and dew from the greenery spaces on the map. It was nothing like the New York you knew that smelt of hot dogs and chicken gyros from the trusty Halal carts or the occasional exhaust from cars and the trains under the asphalt. The city still held its title of “never sleeping” even during an aged night. LED lights of towering skyscrapers and flying cars replaced the stars in the sky, lighting up your view as you swung your body in the air. Your webs propelled you into the night with Miguel right behind you. Like red glow sticks thrown in a concert, his webs menacingly pierced the dark and latched on to each building, lugging his body forward until he was briefly near you, eyes meeting… and then gravity would separate you two, falling until your webs would save you again.

Your joyous laughs echoed into the heavens as you felt the wind against your suit. Your webs brought you back into the skies, you turned until your back faced the ground and you stared up at the black sky—wide and beautiful in all its glory. The view quickly got better as Miguel propelled himself above you. The backdrop of the black sky making the reds of his suit shine even more brilliantly in the dark.

“Hold on to me!” he yelled above the roar of the winds and you complied. You threw your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. You braced yourself as you felt your stomach doing flips—both because you two were now falling and how your legs locked around his lean figure.

He quickly spread his arms and a web-like cape appeared under them and strapped to the back of his thighs like a flying squirrel. It immediately slowed down the drastic descent and began to glide you two through the air like a reeling kite.

You unravel your arms from his neck, allowing yourself to hang upside down. The ground became your sky, arms stretched out towards it as the cars below looked like tiny orderly stars among a galaxy. You removed your mask and felt the wind kiss your cheeks. Your hair responding wildly as it moved frantically with the wind. It’s been a while since you felt this way—absolutely elated, weightless… and free. Freedom. That’s what it was. Freedom. Free from all of your work, your stress. That pressure that lived on your shoulders was gone. No responsibilities piling up in your head.

Nothing on your mind except the man you love.

“This. is. so. cool!!” You exclaimed with a laugh.

“C-Careful!” Miguel straightened his form to adjust to your movements. Any awkward shift in his balance could make him lose the wind current he was riding.

You lifted yourself up, returning your arms around his neck. Despite the chill of the wind, Miguel’s body was incredibly warm. It also looked like he was admiring the view from below, something he never had time to see since he was always working in his dark office. It was good to take a break every once in a while.

“Like the view?” He asked you, projecting his voice so it wouldn’t be drowned out by the wind.

You grinned, eyes tracing his face that was hidden behind his mask. “Oh yeah, it’s perfect .”

And then you pressed your lips to his sharp jaw and neck.

First, you felt his entire body flinch and then his form broke, whatever wind current he was riding was left behind as you two began to fall out of the sky… and without a building in sight to throw your webs to. Miguel cursed, his cape flapping behind him retracted into his suit. His head snapped wildly around his surroundings, thinking of his next move before he suddenly barked.

“I told you to be careful!”

“I didn’t think such a big man like yourself would get flustered from a kiss!” You screamed.

“Flustered…!?”

You rolled your eyes, detaching yourself from him, and slipping your mask on before you straightened out your body to fall faster. Even though there were no skyscrapers in this general area, you had a feeling you’d be able to latch on to something to stop your impending doom.

Miguel was calling you, sounding a bit desperate. He was trying to catch up to the speed of your fall. The ground was getting closer and closer. The objects that looked like dots in the skies were starting to morph into their true form. Your eyes scoured the grounds for anything, anything that you could shoot your web to. But there was nothing below you but the green fields, streets, and sidewalks. You thought it was stupid they didn’t think of planting any trees in some of these parks.

The ground was possibly seconds away. Your heart hammered within your chest and the hairs on your skin began to stand, a dull pain appearing in your head. Your spider sense was telling you you were in danger.

There was something. Something that caught your eye and made you scream.

“Miguel!” You pointed to the side just as your web shot out into the air. Miguel followed where you pointed and it only took him seconds to catch on. His red web followed yours and wrapped itself around a brightly lit street light. You managed to pull yourself towards it before you hit the ground but the momentum of your fall had caused you to swing high in the air. Miguel too, whose web managed to become tangled with yours.

With a heavy “oof,” your body collided with his, he murmured an apology before he wrapped an arm around your waist to hold you against him. Good thing your bodies were pretty indestructible to most things.

You and Miguel were now dangling from the street light, swaying and spinning slightly. The red and white webs twisted together like rope as the light shined down on both of your bodies.

“What a rush, huh?” You let out a short laugh and Miguel just sighed, his hold on you growing tighter. He was just relieved you were safe.

Distant voices could be heard coming from the sidewalk. Below were construction workers who had just finished their shift and were heading downtown to return home. It was then that they noticed Miguel dangling from the street light.

“Ay Spider-man…!” One of the construction workers greeted Miguel before giving him a double look, noticing you in his arms. “And… Spider-woman?!”

Both you and Miguel webbed out of there before they could ask any more questions.

Truly, this city never sleeps. Even as the clock approached 2 AM, the streets were lively with cars and people moving about. A late Friday night filled with the laughs from corporate executives and stakeholders leaving lush bars before heading home to their sky rise apartments. You and Miguel retreated to the top of one of them where you had a view of the sparkling city, it wasn’t as great as the one when you were in the air but it still left you in awe.

“Amazing what New York has become…” you were sitting with your legs folded in a pretzel. Your head rested on your palm as the city lights were being reflected in your eyes.

Miguel shrugged his shoulders. He was lying on his back, staring up at the starless black sky. “It only got better at hiding its problems. People are still suffering right under the rich’s noses and they don’t care.”

“I guess it’s not much different then. What’s the saying again? You can dress a girl all you want with the finest silk for a queen but she’ll still be a bitch?”

Miguel laughed, making your heart skip. “What kind of saying is that?”

“Isn’t that how it goes?”

“I never heard that in my life.”

“Could be a year 2023 thing.”

“If you say so.”

Still admiring the view, you noticed a building that seemed to glow brighter than the ones surrounding it. When you checked the map on your Gizmo, you realized what part of the city you were in.

“Hey… is that the MET?”

“The museum? Yeah, when Nueva York was being rebuilt, all the rich got together and helped with the redesign of the museum. I’m sure it looks different from the one in your universe.”

“It looks insane!” You exclaimed. “Back when I was a student, I used to go to the MET with my sketch book to kill time.”

“You can draw?” There were so many things Miguel didn’t know about you. You were like a novel. With every turn of your page, he was learning something new about you.

“Hm-mm, I had half a mind back then to change my major to art design whenever I was stressed out about my exams, but my professors all convinced me there were no jobs for art majors so I stuck with psychology and went on to get my doctorate.”

“If art was what you wanted to do, you could’ve gone for it. As long as you are doing what you love, right?”

“Don’t get me wrong, I love both psychology and art, but I couldn’t choose both. And I guess you can say my professors scared me. They knew I would be a brilliant doctor and they didn’t want me to throw it all away to pursue art.”

“Hm, sounds similar to me except it was genetics and soccer.” You tried to imagine Miguel as a professional soccer player. It came easy, seeing him run across the field with a ball or maybe even as a goalie. And honestly, he had the perfect ass for it. “I can’t say I was pressured to pick between the two but I did want to give my mother a better life and when I got an internship to work at Alchemax, well… I didn’t think twice. She… She didn’t get to watch my success but I crawled my way out of Downtown and now look where I am.”

“Making strides as the boss of the Spider Society. I’m sure she would be proud of you.”

“Of course,” Miguel watched as you lay beside him, feeling the warmth of your body on his right side. The smile on your face made you look so beautiful under the dim lighting of the surrounding buildings. “You should show me your drawings sometime.”

“S-Sure, I mean—they’re back at my apartment but I can go pick it up one of these days.”

“Or I can come visit?” The way he asked, he was so confident about it—like there was no possible way you would deny him. And then there was this tiny smile on his face that could’ve been mistaken for a smirk. He was trailing his fingers down from your elbow to your forearm until he reached your palm. His touch tickled.

“If I can come to yours…” you returned his smile, a bit more mischievous than his. Shifting until your upper half hovered over him. His eyes dropped to your lips like it always did whenever you were this close to him.

“You’re always welcome, mi reina .” He sounded warm like honey that had you humming like a buzzing bee and when you pressed your lips against his, you felt a familiar flame ignite inside you. The kiss was soft, innocent with no tongues involved. It was always a treat to kiss his plump lips like it was a reward at the end of a rough work day. That didn’t seem too bad to imagine. Coming home to his embrace, to his lips, to Miguel.

Once you pulled away, Miguel noticed your mischievous smile got bigger, not expecting to hear the next words out of your mouth:

“Now, let’s sneak into the MET.”

Sneaking into the MET was no easy feat. You would think they were guarding the president’s house with the amount of guards and security cameras around and inside the perimeter. The front of the building still had its iconic water fountains but it was grander, bigger, with LED lights shooting into the air. The stairs that led up to the entrance were wider as heavily armed guards stood at the top. Currently, you and Miguel were balancing on a thin narrow platform that stuck out from the side of the building, a blind spot for the cameras. Miguel was perched into a deep squat as he typed away at a hologram keyboard projected from his watch.

“How long would we have, Lyla?”

The A.I appeared by his knuckles with a smile, humming. “You guys should be invisible to the cameras for about 20 minutes once you’re inside! After that, the system will notice the hack and reset itself. As for the guards, I was able to copy the live footage of all the cameras and send it to your Gizmos. If a guard is close, it’ll alert you.”

“Way to go, Lyla!” You and Lyla shared a high five.

“Anything for the person who finally took this guy out of his cave!” She gleamed.

“A–Y–You know what—! How about you just—!” Out of frustration, Miguel tried to grab Lyla who just kept disappearing out of his fist.

“Remember, 20 minutes and have fun, you two!” Lyla soon disappeared, making Miguel sigh heavily, sinking lower into his bad posture.

“Ugh… I need to… reprogram her or something.”

“You know you’re not gonna do that, come on, I want to check out the Greek exhibit.”

You and Miguel approached one of the vents at the top of the building. Miguel’s fingers slipped between the openings of the vent cover and ripped it off with his bare strength. You didn’t miss the way his biceps flexed when he did it and his back muscles became so prominent in that simple motion. Damn . How could he be so big? Was he always at the gym or was this just pure genetics?

“How about you take a picture?”

“W-what?” Miguel then slipped into the vent after his sarcastic remark, leaving you dumbfounded on the roof. You didn’t think you were being that obvious. “And Peter said he wasn’t funny…” You grumbled before following him down the vent.

Inside the vents were surprisingly spacious. Occasionally, a cool breeze would blow through, probably the ventilation system working to keep the building at a certain temperature. It was your Gizmos that guided you through the vents. When Lyla had scanned the building, it included a pathway to all of the exhibits. Sometimes you would catch a peek of each exhibit through the tiny openings of the vents. One of them had caught your eye and made you lag behind. When Miguel noticed, he barked, flicking his head in the direction he was facing:

“Hey! The Greek exhibit is this way!”

You were looking into the openings under you. “I know, but you guys have an early 2000s exhibit? No way! Is that the first iPhone?”

“We don’t have the time!”

You sighed, “I know, I know… I’m coming.”

You and Miguel soon reach the opening that led to the Greek exhibit. Miguel already started to wedge the screws out of the panel with his talons and slowly lifted the cover off, revealing the white marble floors and two guards having a conversation below.

With a nod at Miguel, you gently crawled onto the ceiling, craning your neck up to keep your eyes on the guards. Suddenly, you felt the surface you were sticking on begin to tremble as Miguel lodged his talons into the ceiling causing small parts of it to break off and hurl to the floor towards the guards. You gasped, immediately shooting your webs to catch them before they could notice.

“Miguel!” Your voice didn’t go higher than a whisper.

“I can’t stick to surfaces like you!” He whisper-screamed back.

“Then just wait here. Gosh, I wouldn’t be surprised if they send you bills for damages because of those claws…”

Miguel just looked at you. His mask creased due to his furrowed brows. He neither denied nor confirmed it.

It didn’t take long for the guards below to move on to the next area. With a quick look at your Gizmo, there were no guards in the area and that was your cue to web yourself down. Lyla was kind enough to add a timer for when the cameras would turn back on, leaving 13 minutes left to explore the exhibit.

It was familiar yet unfamiliar at the same time. Despite New York’s catastrophic destruction that gave way to the Nueva York you see today, some of the sculptures you knew were reduced to a marble limb, head or weirdly enough, a genital. On the plaque, it mentioned the names of the citizens who fought to preserve history—you assumed it was the rich people who donated to the museum that Miguel mentioned earlier.

You continued down the exhibit, feeling somewhat disappointed. Everything was destroyed, most just a pile of rubble. You failed to see how any of it was preserved in their eyes.

Entering the terracotta pots section, most if not all were shattered as well, like someone had taken a bat and swung with all their might. The beautiful designs that told the myths of the Grecian heroes and gods were nothing but pieces of forgotten tales you wouldn’t even tell your children at night.

In the innermost section of the room, you noticed a spotlight beaming down on one of the glass fixtures. With a closer look, there was a ceramic vase inside that was completely intact. Its black and bronze colors shined under the light as if it had just polished an hour ago. The imagery of a man and a woman in various positions was decorated around the vase; the tale of Hades and Persephone.

It was a story you often heard, retold in many different ways to make it more morally correct. It even found its way into your sketchbook, not in the most desirable version since at the time you were dating Harry and you drew it with him in mind.

Still, you were happy to see the vase survived the chaos—like the love Hades had for Persephone transcended time and even destruction.

Admiring the vase had distracted you that you didn’t notice a maskless Miguel appearing on the other side of the glass fixture. You would think his gaze would’ve followed yours, tracing the delicate detailing of the vase. But instead, it was on you, watching the joy in your eyes—luminous in light were they—that it had his heart thumping harder than normal.

And then you looked up, meeting his stare through the glass. Your lips separated to gasp. It was nothing short of an inaudible inhale, feeling the weight of his eyes on your face. You couldn’t hold his stare any longer, so you cast your eyes down for a moment as warmth pervaded your cheeks. You never thought of yourself as shy, but Miguel made you feel like a guileless girl in love sometimes.

You walked along the fixture and he followed, red eyes still penetrating the pellucid glass to view the beauty he saw. The only piece of art he was interested in seeing: You.

You smiled at him, lightly, eyes flicked up to meet again. Your heart was loud in your ears causing a ruckus in your chest. Your steps were slow which in turn made him match your pace. And then finally you found yourself right in front of him with nothing separating you but air.

Your name came out soft when he spoke it, airy and nearly breathless. You could tell he wanted to say something but he held it in his throat and let it become a lump that pained him.

“Yeah?”

He looked… uncomfortable. Whatever he wanted to say, he felt it best to withhold it. “I-It’s time to go.”

“Oh...” You glanced at your Gizmo, only a few minutes remained. You figured it was a good idea to leave with a few extra minutes to spare. “Wish we could’ve seen the other exhibits. Maybe we should come back another time?”

“Hey!” A voice rippled out.

Miguel had quickly moved in front of you as his mask generated around his head, immediately shielding his identity. Because of his quick thinking, it gave you time to manually slip your own mask on, internally wishing you had the same type of suit as Miguel.

“What are you doing here?! You’re trespassing!”

“We’re just… passing by,” Miguel held his hands up to show he meant no harm to the older man. You were a little confused because your Gizmos should’ve alerted you if a guard was nearby. You moved out from behind Miguel, revealing yourself to the man. That’s when you saw the cleaning robot in his arms. He was a janitor.

He gave another look over at Miguel and then narrowed his eyes when they landed on you. “I don’t know if you youngsters thought this was Comic Con or the Met Gala but you better make your way out of here or I’ll call the cops! We’re closed!”

You could tell Miguel didn’t appreciate being called a cosplayer by the old janitor. Before he could open his mouth to retort, you took a step forward.

“Closed! Got it! We’re going. No cops, okay?” You shot a web towards the ceiling just as the Gizmo on your wrist started to vibrate.

“Wait.” The janitor held a shaky finger up.

“No waiting, we’re leaving, remember?” You looked at Miguel and then flick your eyes up towards the ceiling, but he was still held up over the janitor’s comments.

“This guy really thinks I’m a cosplayer… Isn’t it obvious I’m the real one and not some cheap impersonation?!”

“We don’t have any time to waste!” You gestured to your Gizmo. Time was dwindling down and Miguel all but glanced at it, returning his attention to the janitor when he spoke up again.

“Wait, wait, wait, wait,” the old janitor reached into his pockets and pulled out a pair of glasses. He fixed them on his face while his mouth hung ajar like his dentures were loose. “Now I know who you are!” He inhaled, “you’re one of those mascots from Time Square. I see you two every day on my commute.”

“You gotta be joking!” Miguel shouted, “you know this suit cost more than what you made your entire life, old man!”

You were now pulling his arm. “Miguel!”

“Freeze!”

A group of armed guards filed into the exhibit, pointing their guns at you and Miguel. You could tell they looked just as confused as the old man when they took a look at the situation.

“Ah, shit…” You sighed, raising your hands to show them you meant no harm. Miguel’s shoulders just physically dropped like he was exhausted from all the bullshit.

Some of the guards glanced at each other, a few of them lowering their guns when they recognized Miguel. “Oh, Spider-Man…? What are you doing here?” Then their stares turn to you, the confusion in their eyes growing. “And a Spider-Woman…?”

“Finally, someone with eyes.” Miguel groaned, rolling his eyes.

“But… when was there a Spider-Woman…?” It was a question that sparked a bit of fear in you. You didn’t know if your presence would mess with any of the canons in Miguel’s universe. He didn’t seem bothered when you looked at him, only annoyed at the fact that he was not only interrupted but insulted.

“It’s nothing to concern yourselves with, I was here to investigate a disturbance I received, but clearly it was nothing but a prank call. We’ll be leaving now.” You felt Miguel’s hand on the small of your back. He was signaling for you to get ready to leave.

Despite Miguel’s explanation, the guards were still on edge. Their guns shook in their hands while their eyes were still on you. Fingers slowly crawled onto the trigger of their guns even though they were lowered towards the ground. They began to whisper to themselves.

“I don’t know, guys… there’s something weird going on here. There is no Spider-Woman… and if there’s no Spider-Woman, how can we trust that’s the real Spider-Man…?”

The guards shared looks for a moment. Silence surrounded them as their stares returned to you and Miguel. Their guns no longer shook in their grasp. They were firmly gripped as they pointed to the floors. But not a second went by until the barrels of the guns were pointed in your direction. You assumed the guards had doubted your identity, that you understood, but Miguel’s? That was their “friendly” neighborhood Spider-Man.

“No one will get hurt, if you just come with us!” They yelled. You noticed the old janitor left, probably escorted to somewhere safe.

Miguel pinched where the bridge of his nose would be before he waved the guards away. “Okay, I had enough of you, losers.”

His bright red web then shot out towards the group of guards, separating into a web that tangled a few of them within it. Shots wildly came from their guns in a sea of panic as they screamed for you two to stop. You and Miguel were already swinging in the air, your webs aimed at subduing the guards and their guns. Bullets and webs were exchanged and just when you thought their numbers were dwindling, many more had taken their place.

You dodged more bullets that came your way, some of them nearly missing you, making your Spidey Senses ache in your head. You then heard your name from Miguel, who swung near you. A simple glance and you knew how he wanted to escape. As smart as Miguel was, he always picked to get out of situations using his brute strength.

The wall-to-ceiling windows ahead of you were the perfect getaway. Your webs shot to the glass, making yourself into a bullet as you hurled yourself towards it feet first. Miguel did the same except his talons were out, shattering the glass once it made contact. The two of you burst through windows, glass and bullets flying in all directions.

The guards' screams could be heard as the two of you fell towards the city, disappearing in the dark areas of the streets.

With it now being 3 AM, you still felt the night was young, simply because you didn’t want it to end. When you two landed on the balcony of a high-rise apartment, you were balancing and walking on the handrail as the landing of the balcony was on your right and the vast cityscape was on your left. Miguel was standing on the balcony, watching you with the slightest softness in his eyes. For once, you were towering over him.

“This was fun,” you beamed. “It’s been a long time since I was just Spider-Woman. Not a therapist, not an ex-wife, not a part of the Spider Society… Just Spider-Woman. Thank you, Miguel.” You didn’t expect Miguel to hold out his hand towards you. You blinked at it at first until you slowly slid your hand on top of his. With a soft tug, he guided you off the handrail and now he was back to towering over you.

“Don’t mention it,” his voice was gentle along with his eyes. You saw a completely different side of Miguel than his usual authoritative side. He often gave the presence of a stern CEO who would be prowling around the office to see if everyone was doing their job. The sight of him was so severe that some of the spiders didn’t even greet him when he walked by them in the cafeteria. There was a barrier around him that was hot to the touch and you were probably the second person to phase through it. The first one being his daughter from E-011.

Miguel left you with a small smile, turning around to walk towards the doors that lead into the apartment.

“Umm… I know we just broke into the MET, but you can’t just go into someone’s home.”

He walked through the sliding doors into the main area, alerting the sensors that flickered the lights on, revealing a modern living space. With a slight turn of his head, he said:

“This is my apartment.”

Your mouth dropped, eyes widening. “Ah… Oh.”

“Do you want to come in?”

You took a step forward. Some part of you felt like once you went in, it would change the dynamic of your relationship forever. You almost wanted to turn on your heels and leave, but the smile on Miguel’s face was so inviting despite the shadows of the night casting over it, the light of his apartment hitting his back. “You said I was always welcome, right?”

“When have I ever lied, mi reina ?” He said before retreating to the left.

“Then maybe just a few minutes,” you mumbled mostly to yourself as you followed him in, soon greeted by the brightness of the lights hanging on the high ceilings and the white walls and furniture. Everything looked sleek and… expensive. Probably the couch alone costs more than everything in your apartment.

“Want any tea, water, beer?” Miguel called out from somewhere. He was no longer in the general living space and was deep in another part of the apartment, probably in the kitchen.

“Oh, I’m good with water!”

You continued to roam around his apartment during his absence. It was lightly decorated, almost as if it was a staged viewing on a realtor’s website. It looked like no one had stepped in here for a while except for the maid who probably came to clean every week. Despite that, there was a hint of Miguel around, particularly on the side tables that had pictures of his family. There was a photo of him, his mother, and another man who you assumed was his brother. And then there was another one of Miguel and Gabriella, a still image of the video you caught him watching in his office a couple of times. He would swipe the video away just as you would approach. You didn’t miss the sadness in his eyes when he would look at you after, trying to hide it by hurrying you to start the session. That was around when Miguel was getting used to your visits.

Now that you think about it, Miguel hasn’t watched the recording of his beloved daughter in weeks.

“It’s been a long time since I saw a new face here.” Lyla showed up out of nowhere, lying on her stomach with her feet up and crossed like she was lounging on a couch. A tiny magazine was laid out in front of her. You weren’t surprised that Lyla had access to his apartment too.

“I’m guessing he’s been single for a while.”

“Waaay too long. You’re like a breath of fresh air for him, you know? I never seen him look like that before, even with his previous girlfriends.”

“I didn’t think he was that serious about me.”

“Girl, you know I’m rooting for you. Don’t let me down because you have doubts,” she pushed a lucent finger to your nose and then she disappeared. The only thing left of her were her pixels that lingered like fairy dust.

Shortly after, Miguel emerged from the kitchen with a glass full of water in his hands and a smile. The same one you saw in his picture with Gabriella. The light in his eyes shined bright in excitement with a hint of warmth that made your skin tingle. Lyla’s words had gotten into your head. The very thought of Miguel being serious about his affections had made you more conscious about how he looked at you. You couldn’t recall when he started to look at you like you were holding his heart.

Your skin flushed at the thought of possibly having something serious with Miguel. Heat rose not only from within but from around you, bringing moisture to your temple until it rolled down the side of your face. You expected Miguel’s smile to stay when he got closer but it slowly dropped as he peered into your face. What was on your face?

You brought a hand to your temple, wiping the warm sweat away. A searing sting made its appearance and a glance at your hand made you realize it wasn’t sweat at all. Red stained your fingers.

It was blood.

“Hang on, I’ll get the first aid.” Miguel quickly announced, setting your water down on the coffee table before rushing up the stairs.

You figured one of the guards' bullets must have grazed the side of your head. You weren’t the best self-healer in the Spider Society. The most your body did was stop the bleeding when your adrenaline kicked in. Once relaxed, you usually would have to tend to your wounds.

Not really wanting to wait for Miguel, you followed him up the stairs where you were met with a hallway with many doors. How many rooms does one guy need? The one at the end was left ajar so you pushed it open and found Miguel searching through his drawers.

“Did I take too long?” He asked as he noticed you, pulling the first aid out of his drawer.

“No, I just… wanted to see you.”

He smiled at this. You internally rejoice at the sight of it again. “You saw me all night, mi reina . Can’t get enough?”

You knew he was teasing you but how would he have reacted if you said you couldn’t?

“Come, let me patch you up.” You saw him gesture to the chair beside him but you opted to sit on his king-sized bed instead. The surprised look in his eyes was one for the history books. In the back of his mind, he knew what happened the last time you two were sitting on a bed together. He gave you a stare, one that lasted too long in your head before he joined you, the bed dipping with his heavy weight as he settled the first aid kit on his lap.

“Should you sit on my lap this time?” You teased him too, grinning and earning a chuckle from him.

“You’re funny,” he left it at that, shifting his focus to wiping the blood off your face.

“I thought you lived at HQ?”

“I do most of the time. I had this apartment before I was Spider-Man. Before everything.”

You wondered how Miguel was before he was Spider-Man. Was he sadder? Happier? You assumed it was the latter since he admitted he didn’t want this life of heroism. His face was rather expressionless when you glanced at it, either he didn’t want to delve into it or he was too focused on placing the bandage on your forehead.

“All done,” he started to pack the first aid kit away. Before he could get up to return it to his drawer, he was stopped by your hand that slid on his angled cheek. There was a moment of silence between you two, both because Miguel was patiently waiting for you to speak and you becoming nearly speechless under his red gaze.

“Thank you, seriously, for everything. You don’t know how much this night means to me.”

“ Mi reina, ” you loved how your pet name sounded so warm in his voice. His smile was as light as his eyes. “I should be thanking you. I would’ve been stuck in my office if you didn’t invite me out.”

“Glad I did then…” Smiles were shared as your hand remained warm on his face. The silence returned like a gentle breeze, cascading over the two of you. It wasn’t awkward—far from it. You were enjoying his company, seemingly getting closer to him just as you felt his warmth penetrating your suit when his large hands slid around your sides and settled on the small of your back. The might of his height still had you stretching up just to level your head with his for a kiss. You didn’t have to stretch too far as he met you halfway, humming sweetly to the feel of your lips as his hands held you in place.

And when you pulled your head back, you sighed contently, stroking his cheek and jaw with your palm, the very very light stubble that began to spout over the night started to prick your skin. This moment felt different than all the times you were alone with Miguel. It could’ve been the dimmed lighting of his bedroom, or the close proximity of your bodies, or perhaps the dark look he gave that roared with unquiet desire. Whatever it was, you wished it would not go away but grow into the images you conjure in your head of him pressing you into the bed and plunging into your heat.

Your hand slowly slid from his cheek, down to his neck and broad shoulder. He allowed the nanotech fibers of his suits to separate just enough to have your hand touch his bare skin. Like a spotlight in a dark room, your hand continued to map out the toned muscles of his arm and then you moved to his sculpted chest, down between his pecs until you reached his washboard abs of his narrow thick waist. You heard and felt him take a deep breath through his stomach, feeling his abs contract until he released his breath through his lips.

“What are we, doc?” His question was a whisper hanging in the air. Your hand remained on his middle abdomen between the separated fabrics, hot and lightly doused in sweat. You moved until both of your knees were pressed into the bed, lifting one leg to the other side of Miguel to straddle his lap.

“More than what we said we were.”

“Then it’s safe to say we want to make this official, right?”

You nearly squealed at the word ‘official,’ settling with a sheepish smile instead. “Y-Yeah. If you’re okay with me.”

“I’m more than okay with you.” He brushed a few stray strands of hair off your forehead. “But are you sure… with me?”

“Of course, why wouldn’t I be?”

That look on his face returned again. The one from the MET that looked like all the words he wanted to say were stuck in his throat. This time he forced it out, his fingers squeezing your waist as the words flowed from his mouth like a dam had busted open.

“There are some things… some things that I can do that may not be the right decision but the necessary one. I may not be the nicest guy around—or the funniest. There are days when I just can’t sleep, can’t eat… can’t move. Days when all I do is work. All for the greater good. All for everything.” Miguel’s hand went on your face, his thumb brushed your cheek in a light caress. His red eyes searched within your own as you leaned into his touch. “Still, you would give me a chance knowing that…?”

It was like Miguel couldn’t believe someone such as yourself was even interested in being with him. With his bad qualities and all? People usually avoided him unless they were Lyla, daft (Peter B) or forced to work with him (Jess). But to have someone willingly be there for him simply because they enjoyed his company, it felt like a dream he would soon wake up from. Reality crushing him the moment his eyes would open to an empty cold spot on his bed serving as a reminder that he was destined to be alone.

Miguel didn’t know what was going on in that head of yours. If your eyes filled with devotion and your infectious smile had to speak for it, it was probably easier for him to assume you fell into the category of being daft because not even Miguel himself could come up with a reason why anyone would want to stay with him. He was a broken man who wanted nothing more than to be whole again.

Your hands had slid from the back of his neck to the top of his shoulders. With a not-so-light push, Miguel found himself lying flat on his bed and then the mattress started to dip around him when you stationed yourself above him, hands on the mattress next to both sides of his head. The mischievous smile on your face was all too familiar.

“From the moment you opened a portal in my apartment, you sealed your fate with me, Blue Panther.” Perhaps you went a little too far in your teasing because Miguel was staring up at you through his furrowed brows once he heard the forbidden name “Blue Panther” from your lips. Especially coming from the MET where the guards and janitor didn’t believe he was Spider-Man, he didn’t want to hear you mischaracterize him even if it was a joke.

You half regretted it—only half because Miguel had literally turned the tables on you, grabbing your body and throwing you down on the bed, claiming his rightful spot above your body, your legs deliciously split for him. You laughed a laugh that turned into a low gasp when you felt his heavy weight press into your body. He lowered his face close to yours until all you could feel was his breath caressing your lips. Your other half—your other half craved for this. To have his large body hot against yours, feeling absolutely crushed by his weight, leaving you no choice but to surrender to his advances—willingly, of course.

“I’m Spider-Man,” he practically growled as it rumbled against your skin and then his lips sealed whatever fleeting chuckles were coming out of you. You threw your arms around his back, fingers digging into his shoulder while you pressed the back of his head like you couldn’t get enough of his lips.

His hand roamed your body, from your thighs to your sides, waist and then breasts. He nearly pulled at your suit, wanting to tear it with his talons but he risked taking your skin along with it so he settled for squeezing every part of your body as he could. Surely, he was only moments away from seeing you bare.

You were being devoured as you submitted yourself to him. Quick to separate your lips to invite his tongue in. He was no stranger to the way you kissed and accepted your invitation with a delightful groan. His body, getting heavier and heavier against yours. His hips rubbed on yours to rut away the bundle of pleasure that began to blossom around his crotch.

How sweet his lips were. Always so full, soft and warm. Always like honey. Even with the lingering scent of sweat and bodily odor filling both of your nostrils, neither of you wanted to pull apart.

“I need a shower,” Miguel half groaned, nibbling on your bottom lip.

“We both do.” Your hands traced down his spine and then stopped to give his firm tush a handful squeeze. What a weighty moan that came from him after and it caused him to jerk his hips forward. The mere force of it made you bounce, already teasing you with what’s to come. You almost wanted to say fuck it to the shower but you knew you wanted to freshen yourself up down there.

“You first?” You nodded at Miguel’s suggestion, slipping out from under him before he could lay any more kisses on you and escape into his en-suite bathroom.

While he heard the hum of the shower, Miguel spent a moment calming himself down, returning to sit on the edge of the bed, his hands resting where the ghost of your touch lingered on his lower abdomen. Any lower and he would be touching the bulge of his crotch that trembled in excitement. He sighed as he couldn’t believe he was already this hard from such a short interaction from you. It was easy to blame it all on not being sexually active for a long time, but he knew that wasn’t the reason. The way you were looking at him with big eyes, how your hand felt on his skin, the weight of your body on top of his, he wanted nothing more than to throw you on your back and make you his.

Tonight would be the night, he guessed.

“Lyla.”

Lyla appeared out of thin air with a smile. “Yes, Miguel?”

“Shut off for tonight or sleep mode—just stay away from here.”

She looked at him for a moment, her eyebrows raising while her smile got annoyingly wider.

“Okaaaaaay, Miguel,” she left Miguel with a wink before she disappeared, earning a heavy sigh from him.

Your shower felt like hours to Miguel but it was really only a few minutes. When you emerged from the bathroom, the steam spilled into the room and you were only in just a towel. Your hair was slightly damp and stuck to your moist skin. There was this glow about you that had Miguel gawking at you for a moment and then he gravitated to you like something had pulled him. Arms circled around your figure, his hands felt out your curves as he could feel the heat of your body through the cool soft bristles of your towel. He lowered himself to plant a kiss on your lips, just as delicious even when wet.

You were smiling in the kiss, one hand clutching the top of your slipping towel while the other caressed his snatched waist. His lips then travel to your neck, loud sucking sounds on the way there as you were suddenly squeezed into his heavy embrace that nearly made you lose balance.

“Enough,” you pushed him towards the bathroom with one arm, a giggle leaving you as you moved to fix your towel. “Get in there, stinky man.”

Miguel laughed, loudly, genuinely. His cheeks were pushed up, making his eyes appear smaller than they were. He soon disappeared into his steamy bathroom and you were left to prepare yourself for the night ahead. It didn’t really settle in what you were about to do until you were sitting on his bed with the towel off your body and you were slipping on one of his T-shirts you found in his closet—oversized to where it was hanging off one of your shoulders. A musky scent with a hint of vanilla lingered in the cotton fabric.

Were you ready for this? Boundaries were about to be crossed. After tonight, no longer would you two just be colleagues with a common goal, or a doctor and a patient with an agreement between them. You’ll be… dare you say it, lovers.

That feeling of wanting to leave resurfaced again. Not because of Miguel, but because you were afraid of what this could become. When you make a decision, you have to live with it and hope to fix any mistakes that come with it. That means risking the relationship you already have with Miguel. It was hard not to think of what would happen if you two didn’t work out. Perhaps it was better to just… not think of it and enjoy the night.

After a few minutes, the bathroom door opened.

Your doubts were thrown out the window once you saw Miguel emerge from the bathroom with the steam surrounding him like a prize reveal. A small towel was tied around his hips as water stuck to his bronze skin like dew on a plant. His muscular body was thick as you eyed the ridges and curves of his muscles, from his arms, chest abs, legs… gosh, back to his abs again. His face.

Miguel was doing the same to you once you stood up, noticing you were being swallowed by one of his shirts that hung loosely around your body like an oversized dress. Your bare legs sticking out from under them. He knew—he just knew you weren’t wearing any underwear under there. And that simple thought had his dick pushing up against his towel.

You were fast when you approached him, practically throwing yourself at him. Your leg lifted up in a poor attempt to wrap around his hip but when he helped prop it up by grabbing your leg behind your knee, you grew brave and lifted your other leg off the ground. He was now holding you up by your legs and thighs as they were wrapped around his torso, nearly bringing you up to his height. The grip of them, preventing his towel from dropping and giving you a delightful view.

“ Que mujer impaciente, ” he commented with a breathy chuckle before he kissed you several times and with every departure left a loud smack in the air. He carried you to the bed, the sound of his feet against the floor heavy and wet.

You were definitely feeling impatient. “I just… can’t take it anymore. I want this. I want you,” you told him, using your legs to squeeze his body. He sighed, like he had to calm himself down before he got too excited. Hearing those words from you… it’s all he wanted to hear from someone. It made his heart swell with joy to the point where he couldn’t stop the smile on his face even as he kissed you.

“I’ll take care of you. I’ll give you what you want.” You then felt your world shift, and the plush mattress was now beneath your body and the high ceilings hung above your head. Miguel moved into your view like a cloud partially blocking the sun. The shadow of his large figure cast over your form as he positioned himself above you. His towel was no longer around his waist, discarded somewhere besides the bed once your legs loosened and remained open for him to fill the space.

“Is Lyla off…?” You asked as Miguel began to tug off your shirt, lifting it over your head before he jumbled it up into a ball and tossed it behind him. His eyes weren’t shy at all, taking in the sight of your breasts that were now revealed to him. Every curve, blemish, and pigment of the flesh. Your nipples were flat, but slowly, they were growing erect out in the open.

“She’s in sleep mode,” he then lowered himself, giving your right nipple a long lick. You sighed, your body flinched at the feel of his warm tongue. A simple touch and you could already feel your insides stirring. He flicked his tongue just as your nipple began to swell in his mouth while his hand slid under your breast squeezing it with a claw-like grip. You squirmed at his touch, pressing deeper into the plush mattress, your head sinking into the fat pillows. He gave much love to your skin between your breasts, open-mouth kisses that left your skin moist with his saliva and then you found him on your left nipple, giving the same amount of licks and sucks as the other one.

And as he helped himself to your breasts, your hands took the luxury of caressing his head, fingers buried into his wavy brown locks. His hand that held your breast traveled south. The calluses of his palms against the skin of your stomach. Further south, he reached your light pubic hairs, barely hiding your folds from his fingers. Your leg twitched in excitement at his touch that caressed your lower lips and then he spread them, lightly pressing on your sensitive clit. Your toes curled as the heat started to pool at your lower belly.

“Oh Miguel…” you gasped, reaching to grab his shoulder that belonged to the same side where his hand was between your legs.

“Already so wet for me?” He spoke lowly, feeling his breath tickle the skin of your breast as his fingers moved lower to feel the wetness pooling around your hole.

“Yes… when you’re touching me like this,” you whimpered through your gasps, slowly moving your hips to match the rhythm of his fingers. How they rub your delicate sensitive nub while occasionally teasing to enter your wet hole. And then when his tongue returned to lapping around your left nipple, you couldn’t stop the quiet trembles of your body, pleasure coursing through you—building and building.

You let out a soft moan when his fingers had enough and plunged into your heated hole, feeling your insides stretch and form around them. Your juices squelched and sang praises, inviting him deeper as he slid in and out—in and out. It felt so, so good. Like a teaser for what’s to come.

Miguel’s lips soon left your nipple and were pressed against your lips. A slow, gentle kiss that swallowed your lovely moans.

“Mm, your lips taste sweet, mi reina . I wonder what the other ones taste like.” The smirk that came after his words should’ve been illegal. Especially when he was still fingering you.

“You should go find out,” you responded breathlessly, your heart pounding rapidly as all he did was retreat south without another word. His fingers pulled from your hole, leaving you empty but you knew it would soon be replaced with something better, more pleasurable.

He continued south, occasionally pressing his lips to the skin of your stomach, thighs, inner thighs, until he was in front and center of your cunt.

“You’re even beautiful down here…” you managed to hear his whisper, his compliment making your heart flutter as your body began to flush. You felt the heat of his eyes on your core, taking in the sight of your clit and vaginal lips.

Miguel then dragged his tongue through your wet folds, humming when he did as your sweet nectar pooled against his taste buds. It was such a light lick, you barely felt it. Like a tease of what’s to come. When he dived back in, it was with more force, his warm tongue probing your moist hole, dipping in and out. His fingers attached themselves to your clit, rubbing vertically, adding to your arousal. Your toes began to curl. Your gasps turned into quiet moans. Your hands fisted the sheets.

Miguel was so skillful. You couldn’t remember the last time someone went down on you. Harry certainly never did and those regrettable one night stands after your divorce were just that… regrettable.

“You’re so good at this…” you whispered, mostly to yourself. It brought a smile to his lips, a handsome one that flashed his fangs before he continued his assault between your wet folds. You felt a familiar pressure building with every caress and stroke of your insides. You couldn’t help but roll your hips against his face, wanting nothing but the pleasure he was giving you. His name was a gasp, a whisper, a moan. Your words urged him for more as the heat pooled around your lower stomach just as he began to pick up speed. You glanced down, seeing your legs spread and Miguel’s brown locks in between them. Such a wonderful sight. You wanted to burn it into your memory and never forget this moment.

Your moans became louder and so did his. You felt it vibrating your cunt, adding to the pleasure—like a cord being pulled until it could no longer be. And when his lapping tongue ceased and was replaced with his fingers plunging into you instead, that cord snapped and you let out a wanton cry. Your orgasm washed over you, making your body tremble as your back lifted in a perfect arch.

He continued to pump your fingers through your ecstasy—until your lovely moans settled into quiet pants. He then began to travel up, leaving kisses on his body as if to reward you. He stopped for a while at your breasts, engulfing your nipple in his mouth and swirling it around his tongue. His other hand accompanying your other breast, squeezing and messaging the plump flesh.

And when his attention on your breast ceased, his lips returned to yours for a deep kiss.

“Enjoyed your meal?” You said between breathy kisses and then you felt him smile against your lips.

“ Estaba delicioso… every part of you tastes so good. Can’t get enough.” He breathed, like he was barely hanging on—drunk off of the pleasure of devouring your sweet juices. You could tell Miguel was far gone, fully controlled by his arousal as he constantly rolled his hips into yours, making his cock rub your clit a few times. It was already building your arousal again, the wetness between your legs was soaking the sheets under you.

“You ready for me?” He asked, groaning a little when you pushed your hips up to grind on him.

“You don’t want me to return the favor…?” You purred, brushing a few strands of hair from his forehead. Miguel pressed his lips to your flushed cheek, smiling down at you.

“I would love that, mi reina , but right now, I really just want to fuck you.”

Your laughs echoed in his room. “Look who’s the impatient one now? Come here. ” You threw your arm around his neck, pulling him down to kiss him again. Now with a little more force, your fingers buried in his brown wavy hair, kisses getting rougher

While you were pressing hot kisses to his neck and collarbones, Miguel was reaching over to pull out the drawer of his end table. He started to search around inside and then he cursed when he couldn’t find what he was looking for. You had a feeling what it was.

“It’s not like I can get pregnant…” you told him and his body went still as the realization came to him. He slowly retracted his arm and his red eyes looked soft from above. You couldn’t tell what was going on in his head but when he said his next words, it was barely a whisper.

“As long as you’re okay without it.”

“I am…” you nodded to reassure him, pulling him down to reunite with his lips. His kisses were gentle this time—like he was savoring the moment. A hand ghosted over your breast, down your stomach until it lingered between your widening legs. The nudge at your wet entrance had relaxed you into the bed, gasping as you felt yourself being lovingly stretched by his bare cock soon after. You moaned his name so sweetly, your eyes closing while his lips continued to love against your jaw and neck. His hips pressed forward, his cock moved deeper, your body molded around his size. Despite there being such a contrast to your bodies, you felt like you completed him—that you were meant for him. Why ever did he think he was alone when you were right under his nose?

You never felt so full before—full of cock and nothing else. A steady heat burned your insides, pulsing deep. It left you breathless and hot like the kisses he laid on you. His large hand rested on your head, thumb pressing into your temple, a whisper of your name had made you look at him.

“I love it…” you moaned, eyes hazy. He smiled a handsome one and responded by retreating his hips and then pressing it forward. His cock nearly slipped out and then filled you up again. His thrusts were as steady as his grunts—not too hard but not soft either.

It was like you were being swallowed by him, drowning in his incredibly large body as it was draped around you. Pinned by his might, making you unable to even lift your hips to meet his thrusts. You took what he gave you, blow after blow, pleasure after pleasure. Your nails pressed into his shoulders and arms, leaving crescent-shaped marks on his skin.

You were drowning—drowning in the pleasure he was giving you. Your mind was only on Miguel and his cock, in a trance that made you feel you had lost your sanity.

“I love it, love, l-love… yes… I-I love this… Miguel, please …” you begged, feeling the pressure rising from below. Miguel just responded with a low breathy groan against your face as his pace quickened.

With the faint sound of skin slapping mixed with both of your pants and moans as the immodest melody in his room, Miguel suddenly picked you up effortlessly, switching positions to where you resided on top as you sat on his thighs. Regardless, it didn’t stop the rhythm. You rolled your hips down on him, using every muscle in your abdomen and thighs to do so.

“D-Dance on me, baby… Just like that… Haaah … muy bien …” Miguel moaned as his hands roamed your hips before he squeezed and guided them, lifting and slamming them back down. Even in sex, Miguel was a commander, wanting to control the situation regardless if he was on top or not. And as his underling, you followed his command, allowing yourself to be dominated. At this point, you really just wanted to orgasm.

You were making yourself deaf with your whines. His dick was hitting you from a different angle in all the right spots that it had brought tears to your eyes. It was too much! The pressure you felt reached a tipping point like a cannon ready to shoot.

“I-I need… I’m coming, M-Miguel…” you moaned as Miguel looked into the glassy curves of your eyes. Still relentless in his guidance as he continued to move your hips with his hands and then you felt something snap. Your thighs jolted and pleasure shot up your stomach like several lightning strikes upon the ground, each earning a wanton moan that quaked your body and arched your back.

Miguel didn’t let you rest.

With his might, you found yourself on your back again, legs returning in the air and Miguel fucking you through your orgasm. He was desperate to reach his own peak, this time thrusting into you so hard you were bouncing against his bed. You practically squealed as his cock stroked your sensitive walls, just as loud was the wetness from your orgasm squelching with every thrust of his hips. Miguel was moaning your name, rubbing his head into yours as he connected your foreheads. Dazed red eyes peered into yours and waves of his breath tickled your lips. He was so drunk off of lust that you believed Miguel lost his mind—fully controlled by his male instincts. It was carnal. Animalistic. Out of all the sides of Miguel, you loved this one the best.

It was proof that you were needed. He needed you for something, whether you were still doubtful about his affection towards you or not, how you were making him feel right now was something that could tie you to him forever.

And therefore, would never have to be alone in your white-walled apartment again.

With a stuttering groan and growl-like undertones, Miguel’s fangs were bared against your cheek when he came inside you, but not too hard to where it could puncture your skin and have his venom sink into your bloodstream. How thrilling, you thought, just as you felt your breasts bounce from the last remaining thrusts Miguel gave. His fangs were replaced by his lips that showered your face with kisses. His hand wasn’t shy to give your breasts a gentle squeeze before it traveled up to your face to hold your chin.

“ Mi amor… ” he breathed against your cheek. His body was getting hotter to the touch when he peered his deep red eyes into your half-lidded ones. “I don’t want this to end…”

You swallowed air, sucking in your bottom lip to lather it wet with your tongue. Miguel watched it all, particularly how your throat moved when air moved down your pipe. He couldn’t help drag his lips across the skin of your neck, making a pitiful gasp sound from you as you muttered the words: “Me too.”

The corner of his lips pulled upwards into a slanted smirk. “Then turn around for me.”

And so you did until your stomach faced the bed, ass propped up by your knees that were pressed into the mattress. You heard Miguel make a sharp inhale as he peered down at your position. He had a clear view of your wet cunt dripping with his cum—like he was staring at the center of a bloomed rose covered in dew.

He dragged his thumb against your entrance and you moaned as your sensitive cunt fluttered from his touch. Then he positioned himself to where his cock directly lined with your opening, his hands cupped your buttcheeks when he moved to grab your hips. You spread your legs wider and arched your back, throwing your head to the side in a failed attempt to watch Miguel split you open.

He slipped inside, his hips meeting yours with a sharp thrust. You let out a moan that possibly penetrated the walls, feeling his dick move in and out of you at an unforgiving pace. You didn’t know where he was hiding this stamina, fucking you like it wasn’t the second time this night. His grunts were monstrous as he fell over you, his body completely covered you and pushed you against the bed. He locked his arm around your neck, holding your head between his biceps. Your fingers were anchored to the pillows by your head, squeezing until your veins popped from your skin.

“Every night… mi reina… I’ll fuck you like this… every night…” He whispered into your neck over the clapping sounds of your hips, fangs bared and nearly pressed against your skin. “You hear me?”

All you could do was whimper to every fuck he gave you. Pleasure stroked your insides, rocked your soul as he thrusted into all the right angles. Soon, his fingers were in your mouth and you lathered your tongue around his digits, soaking it in your saliva while your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

Surely, this night was far from over.

The sunlight from the window was spilling into the cream-colored carpet of Miguel’s bedroom. Parts of it fell upon the sheets of his bed, specifically where legs and feet were tangled underneath. Bare bodies coated with dried sweat shifted closer to each other, still craving each other’s heat even after a rigorous night as one.

You were still asleep, of course. After exerting yourself, it was expected. Miguel woke up not too long ago, mostly in a daze until he felt your warm body against his and your head using his arm as a pillow. Warmth wasn’t only coming from your body, it came from within his heart as memories of last night resurfaced. It was something he imagined far too often—literally plagued his thoughts every time he laid eyes on you… and it finally happened.

For once, Miguel didn’t wake up alone. There was someone beside him. Someone who cared about him.

He brushed a few strands of hair from your cheek, making you smack your lips together in your sleep. He thought you looked so cute. He always did from the moment he saw your profile on his monitor before he recruited you, and it only grew the more he saw you around the base. But Miguel had banished himself from unnecessarily engaging with people outside of his universe—especially after Gabriella. It was to protect the universe… but mostly, it was him accepting that he was meant to be alone.

Miguel wrapped an arm around your body, pressing you against his chest. His hand grabbed your shoulder against the bed while his lips kissed your other one. His red eyes glowed despite his room getting brighter from the sun.

Being with you made him think otherwise. Perhaps this was fate telling him he was meant for someone. And even if it wasn’t… he would do everything in his power to keep you with him. He wasn’t going to allow another person he loved to disappear from him. Never again .

“You have sooo many missed calls.” Lyla appeared above him. She held out her phone to him, scrolling through a very long list of missed calls, most from Peter B and Jess.

“Yeah… hm-mm, just tell them I’m busy,” Miguel had tugged the covers higher over your already-covered body, for no apparent reason other than the fact that he didn’t want anyone to see you including Lyla.

“Busy?” Lyla put her hands on her hips.

“Yeah, I’m on a mission, I’m at the doctor, I’m dead , any excuse, Lyla—just go.” Miguel sighed and Lyla disappeared with whatever excuse she could come up with. Knowing her, it was going to be something outrageous—he would have to mentally prepare for it when he goes into headquarters today.

“Didn’t mean to get in the way of your work…” Miguel’s heart fluttered when he heard your voice. He saw that you were awake, looking up at him with a lopsided smile because half of your face was squished against his arm.

“No, no, no…never,” he smiled and caressed your cheek with the back of his fingers. “More importantly, how are you feeling?”

“Amazing. Warm… and happy,” you chuckled, giving his bicep a light squeeze. “Sore too…”

He kissed your neck, “next time, I’ll be more gentle.”

“There’s a next time?”

“You… you don’t want a next time?”

“I’m kidding, big man,” you laughed. “You’re stuck with me, remember?”

“Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

You and Miguel shared a long kiss that embodied the love you had for each other. No longer did both your hearts ache from loneliness, it was instead ignited by the desire to be with one another for as long as you could.

Yes, Life was a bowl of cherries… but sooner or later everyone reaches the pit.

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