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⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ୭୧　　.　　SPREAD MY WINGS　　ᤢ　　♥︎

꒰⠀⠀⟡⠀.⠀miguel o'hara⠀𝓍⠀butterfly!reader⠀.⠀⟡⠀⠀꒱

ᤢ　.　summary　♥︎　੭　while capturing a kraven variant, miguel didn’t expect it to be also a rescue mission. nevertheless meet a butterfly hybrid. the most beautiful butterfly those scarlet eyes have ever seen. but miguel refuses to grow attach to someone. how could someone so beautiful fall for a beast like him?

ᤢ　.　content　♥︎　੭　angst, captivity, complicated feelings, insecurity, jealousy, hurt/comfort, fluff, 18+ mdni, smut, unprotected p in v, creampie, cunnilingus, face-sitting, wings play (if that’s a thing), praise, pet names, hispanic/latina!reader

miguel has encountered many villain variants. green goblins, doc ocks, sandman, rhinos, kravens. some are tamed and confused when accidentally stumbled in the wrong universe, others are pure psychos. but he has never met probably the most psychotic kraven variant ever. this variant isn’t only obsessed of hunting animals but even keeping some as pets.

disbelief was the perfect word to describe miguel’s reaction the moment he stepped foot into kraven’s secret fucked up lair. while the team collects the chaotic kraven variant, miguel secured the area and conducts a final check for any victims. towards the end of the lab, there is a cell. behind the metal bars is a small figure laying on the floor. miguel doesn’t hesitate to approach quickly.

“hey, hey. you alright? i’m gonna get you out of here.” he crouched in front of the cell.

you perk up and swiftly stand up on your feet. the eyes on miguel’s mask widen drastically in shock. he couldn’t the sight in front of him. a young woman, possibly early to mid twenties. owns the prettiest eyes he has seen, yet filled with pain and frustration that makes his chest ache. but there is something extraordinary that is attached to your back. a pair of wings, resembling almost exactly like a butterfly.

a butterfly hybrid.

speechless is the perfect word for how miguel feels. a butterfly hybrid right in front of his eyes. those crimson eyes has seen so many varieties of spider-people and anomalies, but never a butterfly hybrid.

“where the fuck is kraven? where is he?” you inquired through gritted teeth, senses on high alert for that fucker’s arrival. rage and frustration bubbling in your veins just at the mere thought of him.

underneath his mask, his brows furrowed. “he’s been taken away, he won’t ever come back.” miguel stands up, his towering height startled you a little but you brush it off. “are you alright?”

“taken away? where?” you’re surprised by that revelation, staring up confusingly at the abnormally tall man clad in a weird red and blue suit.

“some place secured and far away until he’s returned to his respective dimension.” miguel leans a bit closer towards the metal bars. “he will never return, i promise you that.” he said sincerely.

strangely enough, the stranger’s words offered some comfort. the anxiety and rage slowly subsided, feeling a bit relieved. for once in what feels like a lifetime, you can finally breathe.

“i’m gonna get you out of here, okay?” miguel said with much sincerity.

it was a moment of silence, staring at one another before you quietly nod. breaking the lock with his hand, miguel opens the cell door and expects you to step out but you remain standing there. he notices your hesitation, he can’t blame you. you’ve been through much. so, he offers a hand.

“it’s okay, you’re safe.” his tone is soft and reassuring, probably the softest he’s ever spoken. normally, miguel isn’t the one to comfort others but you need it. for once, he put his ego behind.

your eyes flicker between his hand and eyes, a surprised expression illustrated on your face. although you just met this mysterious red and blue man for two minutes, you feel safe with him. slowly reaching out with a hand, you grab his. the size difference is alluring. his hand is humongous compared to yours. just his thumb alone completely covers the back of your hand. a spark ignites in miguel’s chest the moment he holds your hand. utterly fascinated by the major size difference but brushes it off and focuses on helping you step out.

the moment you step out of that god awful cell, a breeze of freedom hits you. finally, you feel free. the ugly weight of being stuck in that cell on your shoulders suddenly vanished. everything felt so… light. for the first time, you finally feel happy.

“lyla, scan her vitals.” miguel calls out to his ai assistant, not realizing he’s still holding your hand yet you haven’t let go either.

the little ai magically appears and offers a salute before taking a scan of you. “okay honey, so your vitals are quite low due to exhaustion.” she turns to her boss. “she needs to be taken back to HQ.” the hand holding doesn’t go unnoticed by her but lyla decides to tease him about it later.

“HQ? where’s that?” you inquired, gaze flickering between the tall man and the tiny ai lady.

“a safe place, where i’m from. there is a medical center there that we’ll take you.” with a few taps on his gizmo, a colorful portal appears in front of you. miguel then turns to you. “i know this is a lot and i’ll explain everything soon. do you trust me?”

once again, his sincere words bring you a sense of comfort. perhaps you just met him but he did save you from a never-ending hell. honestly, you would like to be anywhere but this hellhole. escape from this shithole forever. a chance of freedom.

you offer a nod.

soon, you find yourself dressed in a hospital gown and resting in a medical bed. on your left wrist is the same watch miguel and everyone else here has. speaking of miguel, he had to attend some business and said he’ll return soon. although you didn’t mind and understand he had responsibilities, you did feel a bit alone since you didn’t know anyone else here. all you can is rest and wait for his return.

when you arrived at HQ, you were utterly fascinated. everyone was a spiderperson, which miguel informed you about before he had to departure. every person here is half spider and come in various forms. humans, animals, cartoons, a fucking car, and a t-rex. honestly, it was quiet amusing but also fascinating because there were other hybrids. where you come from, everyone is half butterfly. fuck, you didn’t even know other universes existed. apparently, the one you’re currently in is miguel’s. super futuristic, a major contrast to your cottage-like universe. another fascinating phenomenon.

“wait, she’s a butterfly?!”

“a butterfly?! that’s so cool!”

“i bet she’s very pretty!”

“can we meet her?!”

the constant questions and irritating voices of the spider teens were making miguel pinching the bridge of his nose for the millionth time. imagine steam coming out from his ears. if he allow to indulge in those intrusive thoughts, he would throw a trash can at one of them, just like he did with miles that one time. patience was wearing thin badly.

“no, she needs to rest so leave her alone. no visitors until further notice.” miguel orders, walking towards the infirmary, the spider teens following him.

a chorus of ‘aww man’ occurs from behind but the teens ultimately understand you needed rest after such a traumatic experience. they simply wish you a good recovery before parting ways. that breath miguel was holding for so long finally escapes. entering the infirmary, he instructs the staff to forbid visitors until you recover then makes his way to your room. passing through the sliding glass doors, miguel finds you fully awake, approaching slowly.

“hey.” you offer a meek smile.

“how are you feeling?” miguel stands by the bed, arms crossed over his broad chest.

“less shitty.” you chuckle halfheartedly, shrugging.

underneath his mask, the corner of his lips lifts up ever so slightly. your humor seems to be still intact.

“huh.” miguel hums, fascinated. using his webs, he slides over a chair and sits besides the bed. the action fascinates you.

“orange webs. is everyone’s different?”

“yes, everyone here possess their own web type. some organic, some technical.”

“i never thought spider-people existed, let alone other universes.” it was truly a mindfuck.

“it’s called the arachnohumanoid polymultiverse.”

you stare at him completely dumbfounded. “i’m sorry, the what now?”

“the arachnohumanoid polymultiverse, or the multiverse in easier terms. some called it the spiderverse, which i think it’s stupid.”

“nah, i think arachno-whatever the fuck polymultiverse is more stupider. literally the nerdiest shit i’ve ever heard of.” you chuckle.

the eyes of his mask fall flat, an unimpressed expression underneath. the sight makes you giggle, a sound that makes his chest warm for some strange reason. “i’m gonna pretend you didn’t say that.”

you shrug. “i mean- who wants to say all that shit? it’s like saying supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.”

now miguel is one with a deadpan look, however you can’t see it due to his mask but you can tell. “i’m also gonna pretend you didn’t say that either. i assume it’s a word from your universe.”

you’re quite odd, humorous.

“my universe… sounds weird saying that…” you glanced off to the side, thinking.

miguel understands what you mean, especially since this is new information to you.

“i was gonna ask lyla if she could dig info on your universe but i figured asking you would be more sufficient, if you’re up for that?”

“sure.” you adjust your on the bed to be more comfortable. “since you know what i am, you have an idea what my universe is like, i assume?”

“mythical.”

that elicits a soft chuckle from you. “perfect word. mythical, peaceful, very cottage-like. instead of spider-people, everyone is a butterfly.”

from your description, miguel envisions a mythical place with cottages everywhere. butterfly hybrids flying around, going on with their lives.

“being a butterfly sounds peaceful.” he comments.

you huff. “sure but we don’t have cool powers like you guys do. we just have cool wings and fly around and shit, nothing special honestly.”

that makes him frown a little. “everyone is special in their own way.”

“wow, very inspiring words.” you softly chuckle.

miguel rolls his eyes. “you know what i mean.” he didn’t mean to sound like an motivational speaker, just trying to be helpful. the more he thinks about it, the more he cringed at himself.

he explains what the multiverse is and how it works. also explains the gizmo he faces you when you first arrived here, to protect you from glitching since you’re in a different universe other than your own. it was a lot to digest but you managed to follow along. it’s just a mind-blowing revelation. no one back home will believe you. but what truly captured your attention was how invested and passionate miguel was explaining the concept to you. every word that came from his mouth kept sucking you back in. not to mention how much of a fucking nerd he was but you like that about him.

“the kraven who held you captive was from another universe and invaded several other universes which caused a canon divergence. he’s been traveling to other worlds capturing various hybrids, unfortunately including you.” he offers a sympathetic look. “which is why i have to ask how he captured you? i know it’ll be difficult to explain considering what you’ve gone through, just explain how much you can do.”

a shiver went down your spine, an unsettling sensation in your bones. just the mention of that fucker’s name alone pisses you off. it’s a rough memory to go back to but you have to tell him.

“well…” you start with a heavy sigh, leaning back against the pillow. “it was just so random. i was out in the gardens watering some plants. it was so quiet like usual until i heard a twig crack but i didn’t turn around in time when i felt something poking me in my neck, i was injected with something. then, i was knocked out… next thing i knew, i was in that cell and first saw that fucker’s face…”

a remorseful look illustrated on miguel’s face as he listened to your unfortunate story. what a terrible thing to happen, having a peaceful day then suddenly taken away from your home and held captive by a fucking psycho. his heart, that was wrapped in ice, ached for you.

“did he…?” he was afraid to continue the question but you figured what he meant.

you shake your head. “abuse me? no, thankfully. physically, at least. sure, he was a bit rough and sometimes manhandled me but never actually hurt me. still a fucking asshole, though.”

a wave of relief courses through him. if it were the opposite, oh miguel would’ve done unspeakable things to that fucker.

“he did, however, threatened to cut off my wings if i ever fought back.” your voice falters a little, more quiet. “so i gave in, just had to survive.”

damn, he feels utterly terrible for you. an innocent person suffering from dreadful circumstances for a while. turns out you’ve been held captive for four days. the hatred for kraven increased but his sympathy for you outgrows it.

“i’m sorry…”

if only he could’ve found you sooner.

“it’s okay, i just had to do what i had to do. it was so fucking crazy… so crazy to the point that he wanted me to marry him.” now that made miguel’s eyes pop out in disbelief. “the reason why he kidnapped me was because i was the most beautiful creature he’s ever seen. he was so obsessed, i hated it.”

forced you to marry him? jesus, this kraven variant is more fucking insane than he originally thought.

“actually, i was supposed to marry him the day you found me. that’s why i was wearing a white dress.”

now it made sense. miguel recalls you wearing a pretty white dress when he found you. now knowing the purpose of it, it sends an unpleasant shiver down his spine. he was so glad he got there in time.

“well, you won’t have to marry him anymore. i’m sorry you went through this.”

“it’s over now, thanks to you.” a small smile of gratitude graces your lips.

there it goes again, that warm sensation in his chest when you smile at him. it feels weird to miguel, an unusual feeling. why does he feel this way?

after enough talking, miguel allows you to rest. after what you’ve gone through, you lost deservingly need it. he spares one final glance at you before exiting the room and heading back to his office. but not before paying a small visit to that kraven variant.

the next day, miguel comes back with an empanada. a confused smile settles on your face as he holds out the small white box in front of you.

“it’s an empanada, thought you’d like one.” miguel pretends to act normal but really feels a bit awkward since he’s never been the type to give things. at least, he hasn’t done it in a long time so he’s forgotten.

“oh, thank you. i love empanadas.” you take the small box from him with a kind smile.

his eyes light up ever so slightly, a rare occurrence. “really?” he takes his seat in the chair.

you nod before opening the box and taking a bite of the pastry. your eyes blow wide in delight. “oh wow, this is really good. better than mine.”

“you make them?” he is intrigued.

“yeah, i make them sometimes. baking is one of my hobbies. but damn- this one is really good.”

miguel’s interest in you grows. one of your hobbies is baking and you enjoy making empanadas, a pastry he likes dearly. not all but certain kinds.

one thing you and him have in common.

eventually, you recovered. since you didn’t have clothes, the nurse offered you new ones that she could find. a pair of light denim jeans, a pretty periwinkle blouse, and a pair of flats. once you were dressed and checked yourself out of infirmary, you decide to take a stroll around HQ. with your wings spread out, lots of attention came your way. you can’t walk for two seconds before someone walks up to you and immediately starts blurting out questions. asking about your wings, what universe you’re from, what kind of butterfly you were. it was annoying but you figured this would happened.

while wandering around, a group of younger looking spiders approach you. three boys and a girl. one boy in a black suit, another with interesting facial piercings, the last boy in red and blue, and the blonde girl in a white suit. they seem to be teens.

“oh, hello.” you offer a kind smile.

“oh wow! you’re real!” the blonde girl exclaims.

“wow, you’re very pretty!”

“well i’ll be damned.” the facial piercings one smirks, arms folded over his chest.

their reactions startle you a little. you really aren’t used to this kind of attention and can’t necessarily say you like it, kinda overwhelming. this is probably what being the popular kid in school was like.

“oh thanks, you guys are sweet.” you smile.

the four teens quickly introduced themselves. there names were miles, gwen, pav, and hobie. they seem like nice kids, friendly and quite funny.

“so you’re a butterfly hybrid?” gwen asks.

“yep, half butterfly just you guys are half spider.”

“do you have cool abilities like us?” miles asks.

you shake your head. “no, sadly. we just have wings, we aren’t cool like you guys.”

“nah, come on! you’re cool too! i mean- you’re a butterfly and they’re pretty insects! right?” the boy looks at his friends and they all agree.

“yeah! just because you don’t have powers doesn’t make you any less cooler.” gwen offers a smile.

“you get to fly! we have to rely on our webs to move around and sometimes they don’t always work.” pav makes a point, the others hum in agreement.

“don’t be harsh on yourself, pretty. no one here got pretty wings like you do.” hobie winks at you, making you smile. perhaps he is right.

“well, thank you. you kids are really nice.”

“so, are you and the bossman close?”

hobie’s question makes your brows furrowed slightly in confusion. “he just rescued me, i don’t think that would make us close.” a soft chuckle leaves your lips.

“but he always visited you in the infirmary, yeah?”

oh, you know exactly what they mean and can’t help but laugh. kids being nosy as usual. “well since he rescued me, it’s normal for him to check up on me.”

“yeah but he checks up on you all the time even on missions. always asking lyla how you’re doing. the man can never stop asking about you.”

okay, you weren’t expecting this kind of information. miguel constantly checking up on you, even when he’s on missions? well, he is concerned about you since you came from a troubling situation. the thought makes your heart flutter.

“¡oye!”

the teens, expect hobie who seems to be unfazed, stiffen at the familiar authoritative tone of their leader. turning around, you find miguel quickly approaching the group. the eyes of his mask narrowed, he definitely has a scowl underneath.

“you four have missions to complete. ¡vete!”

the spider teens know best than to argue with miguel so they all skedaddle. hobie, on the other hand, is unfazed by miguel’s intimidating nature. couldn’t care less of what he says. the punk spider winks at you which you makes you smile before swinging away, an action gone unnoticed by miguel. he lets out an grumble under his breath.

“scaring them shitless, huh?” you tease.

“they have missions to complete, they can’t be distracted.”

“yikes, my bad.” you place a hand over your heart with a fake pout, pretending to be hurt.

a quiet sigh leaves his lips, cursing at himself for his poor choice of words. not to mention his heart skipping a beat at the pout, even if it was fake, it affected him. “i didn’t mean it like that.”

“nah, i’m just messing with you.”

the giggle you let out has an effect on him as well and miguel isn’t sure why it does. it’s just a sound, how can it affect him that much?

“come with me to my office so we can discuss about getting you back to your universe.”

“damn, i guess my time here is up.”

“you want to stay here longer?” honesty, miguel is a bit surprised, even if you were joking.

“it’s cool here. sure, i miss home but i don’t think i’ll ever get another chance to visit another universe.”

miguel seems a bit surprised yet… relieved that you’re interested in staying here a bit longer. it’s only been a short amount of time of you being here. besides, it’s actually cool to have someone who isn’t a spiderperson here. it’s totally not because he wants you to stay and talk to you more. it’s not because he doesn’t want you to leave just yet.

yeah no, totally not. that would be crazy, right?

“well… your watch can allow you to travel to whichever dimension you choose so you can visit here anytime you want.”

his heart leaps when he notices the sparkle in your eyes of enthusiasm. why does it happen every time you do something so little? why does it effect him so much? these questions keep plaguing his mind.

“wow, this is really heavy ass sci-fi shit.” you glance at the watch then up at him. “i like it.”

miguel lures you to his office. soon as possible since he didn’t want anyone else bombarding you with questions. sure it’s cool to see someone new but he doesn’t want you feeling overwhelmed by the sudden attention. people need to back off sometimes. pressing a button, his desk begins levitating, which was going at a dreadful slow place.

“well, this is painfully awkward.”

miguel huffed grumpily, already sliding through the yellows screens in front of him. “don’t remind me.”

“why you need to be so high up? can’t just anyone swing up here anytime?” you ask while glancing at the various screens in fascination.

alright, you have a point. a good point since miguel doesn’t possess the iconic spidey sense. he is about to tell you that until the familiar irritating voice of a certain peter variant plops down on the ground.

“heyyy, miguel.”

the infamous peter b. parker, as well the adorable redhead baby mayday in the baby carrier.

“not now, parker.” miguel doesn’t even bother to turn around, still occupied with the screens and internally groaning at the sudden interruption.

“whaaaa i just wanna- whoa! who is this mysterious lady with… fairy wings?” peter’s eyes widen in surprise at your presence, specifically at your wings. “wait… you’re the butterfly lady!”

you snort at that, nodding. “the one and only.”

“wow… this is so cool! look, mayday! she’s a butterfly!” he glances at his daughter, who is utterly fascinated by you. the little girl just stares at you before smiling and starts babbling excitingly.

“hola, preciosa.” you coo at her, slowly approaching.

the baby squeals happily, capping her hands before reaching her tiny arms out for you. the adorable sight makes everyone’s heart melt, including miguel who is now watching the interaction.

“i’m peter and this is my daughter, mayday, who definitely likes you.” the man chuckles before taking her out of the baby carrier and holds her out to you.

“are you sure?”

“of course! she seems to like you a lot!”

peter appears to be right when those little hands excitingly reach out for you. oh your heart can’t resist such intense cuteness. you carefully take mayday and your arms and she immediately squeals happily.

for some odd reason, the sigh of you being so sweet towards the baby does something to miguel. the scene is so… heartwarming. you never mentioned if you’re a mother or anything but you seem so… motherly towards mayday. it’s unclear if you do have motherly instincts or just that caring towards a baby. either way, it effects him in some way.

“you are the cutest thing i’ve ever seen.” you coo and the little girl babbles excitedly. she stares in awe at your wings. “oh you like them?” the redhead baby nods and tries touching them but you softly tell her to be careful since they’re sensitive. “how old is she?” you glance at peter but keeping an eye on her.

“a year and she’s already doing a lot.” peter said proudly, hands on his hips. the fluffy pink robe he’s wearing is quite an amusing sight. “she some gained some of her powers and has been doing great!”

you turn and look at the man with furrowed brows of confusion. “powers?”

“yeah! she got her own webs! just like her old man.” another proud statement.

before you can say anything else, the little girl leaps out of your arms and swings up to the ceiling before swinging around miguel’s office.

“oh my god…” you observe the baby with a fascinated smile, softly chuckling.

“yeah, she’s been getting better with her aiming. doing great, sweetheart!” peter cheers.

the three of you observe the baby swinging around. you and peter smiling while miguel frowning and sighing quietly. not at sweet baby mayday, no absolutely not. just at peter’s irresponsibility for handling his daughter. despite her being a super baby, her father still needs to be careful with her.

“peter, how many times do i have to tell you not to let your daughter play around in my office?” miguel pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration, even through his mask he still can.

“oh come on, miguel. she isn’t destroying anything.” peter pats his friend’s shoulder, earning a glare from him even through the mask he can tell. “we all know you have a soft spot for her.”

okay, now if looks could kill, peter would definitely be under more than six feet.

that is proven when mayday finally a stops and lands on miguel’s bulky shoulder. she gently pokes around his face and miguel just stands there accepting his fate. a grumpy expression settled on his features while mayday happily pokes at his face, smiling and babbling. the adorable sight melts your heart. he definitely does have a soft spot for the little girl.

an eye roll and an incoherent grumble leave miguel’s lips, feeling a bit embarrassed by peter basically ratting him out, especially in front of you. miguel can’t even bare to look at you without feeling more embarrassed, a shy schoolboy even, despite the fact he still has his mask on. miguel simply lets mayday use him as her personal playground.

mayday continues playing around with miguel until she hangs off on his shoulder but suddenly loses balance and is about to fall until, by his fatherly instincts, miguel catches her in his large hands. your heart nearly drops and almost gasp in horror but utterly feel relieved when miguel caught her, placing a hand over your rapidly beating heart.

the little girl giggles and reaches out towards her father. miguel hands the baby back to her idiot father then resumes looking back at the screens.

“we have important things to discuss so i’m not gonna ask you again, parker, vete.”

“alright, alright. we’re going.” peter raised one hand in surrender. “time to go, sweetheart. say bye to uncle miguel and the pretty butterfly lady!”

“bye, preciosa.” you wave her, smiling.

the father and daughter duo wave goodbye before swinging off, leaving you and miguel alone. a quiet sigh of relief escapes his lips.

“she’s so damn cute. you really do have a soft spot for her, i don’t blame you.”

he isn’t facing you but you can tell he rolled his eyes.

“let’s focus on your universe, alright?”

tapping one of the screens, miguel widens it with his fingers to reveal a clearer image of your universe. beside it is information about your dimension. seeing your home tiggers a tiny teaspoon of homesickness. despite the cool futuristic atmosphere here, you do miss your cottage and beautiful gardens.

“like i mentioned before, using this watch will let you return to your universe and travel to others.”

miguel explains how the watch works and provides a demonstration with his own. with a few taps, a colorful portal appears. now it was your turn. following his instructions, you add information of your dimension and manage to create a portal.

“wow, this is crazy shit.” you softly chuckle, admiring the colorful portal.

miguel would offer a small smile but he just stands there feeling a bit… disappointed. there shouldn’t a reason to be. you needed to return back to your universe and it was time. it’s the right thing to do so why is he feeling so hesitant about it?

was it too soon? no, you’ve been here long enough and you need to head home. probably your family and friends are desperately waiting for your return after your disappearance. miguel doesn’t want them to wait any longer, nevertheless you.

despite that strange achy feeling lingering in his chest, miguel prepares himself to say goodbye.

even if he doesn’t really want to.

“wanna come see?”

miguel snaps out of those strange thoughts at your question, his eyes widening in surprise.

“what?”

“do you wanna come see my universe? since you’ve never knew of it before and i know you’re desperately curious about it, come see it.”

the brunette stands there speechless, astonished by your suggestion. should he visit your universe? it’s true, he is very curious since he never knew of its existence. but he can’t leave HQ. what if he is needed for an important mission? what if a canon disturbance occurs? he can’t leave the multiverse unattended, his number one responsibility.

but his curiosity gets the best of him.

besides, one tiny visit doesn’t hurt.

letting out a heavy sigh, miguel accepts. “alright, fine but just for a few minutes.”

your eyes light up and wings flutter happily. “trust me, it’ll be worth it.”

“lyla, place jess under temporary leadership until i return and notify me of any emergencies.”

“aye aye, captain grumpy bug.” the little ai magically appears near his shoulder with a salute, earning a frown from her boss before disappearing.

a few quiet grumbles left his lips before beginning to walk towards the portal.

“ready, captain grumpy bug?” you tease.

his expression falls flat, passing by you. “move it.”

mythical was really the perfect word to describe your universe because wow… everything is just… exactly that word and miguel is utterly astonished. he has seen many universes, all in variations and certainly this one is definitely one of the most beautiful ones to ever exist. architecture decorated with blossoming flowers and rich green vines. by his knowledge, it resembles ancient greek architecture. all of nature glowing beautifully under the vibrant shinning sun. everything is just so ethereal and… peaceful.

you notice his astonished expression, even through the mask because he hasn’t said a word since you arrived and you can’t help but smile.

“that speechless, huh?”

miguel huffs, rolling his eyes. “it’s just… really mythical, like i predicted.”

“major difference, huh?”

oh an insane fucking contrast with his universe. incredibly futuristic and solely based on heavily advanced technology. pretty much everything is on a screen. unlike your universe where is purely nature. flowers and vines everywhere. although he’s used to living in his futuristic world, miguel can’t deny how calm he feels being in your universe. like suddenly the worries of the multiverse vanished.

“well, wanna check it out?”

miguel snaps out of thought. “i don’t see why not.”

a tiny smile graces your lips before your wings begin fluttering and you’re raising in the air. “just follow me and maybe wanna try to keep up with me.”

he didn’t have a chance to respond when you suddenly take off and fly away. miguel realizes this is the first time he sees you flying. seeing those pretty wings of yours fluttering and you flying gracefully in the air. the man stands there like an idiot staring in brief awe before he realizes you’re far ahead and soon catches up by swinging after you.

while flying and swinging around, you give miguel a tour of your world. showing him significant buildings, statues, and sites. the spider-man continues to be more mesmerized by your mythical world. it was fun explaining everything to someone new, it feels refreshing and you enjoy it. but what really got you smiling is watching miguel trying to catch up to you, swinging around, shooting his orange webs at the nearest tree or building. another fun thing is flying around with someone who isn’t a butterfly, a different hybrid, nevertheless a spider. just seeing that flash of red and blue, a major contrast to the pastel of your world, is pretty amusing.

after enough show and tell, you lure miguel to your cottage. a cute tiny cottage in a secluded area and a garden completely surrounding it. miguel figured your home would be a cottage of some sort, nevertheless it’s pretty cute.

“beautiful home.”

just like the owner.

wait… did he just?

no, miguel didn’t mean it like that! okay, well- you are a beautiful woman and your home is beautiful. it doesn’t mean he’s attracted to you.

or is he and in complete denial?

he shakes the stupid thoughts away.

“thanks, it’s my favorite place ever. it’s even cuter on the inside.” you flying gracefully towards the front door before landing on your feet, unlocking and opening the door. “just watch your head.”

miguel ducks slightly due to both his abnormal height and how short the door is, assumingely accustomed to you. his eyes widen in astonished by the soft, decorative interior of your home. the natural light of sun making the interior glow ethereally. everything about it seems so cozy.

“this is… the most coziest place i’ve ever been in.” those crimson eyes glance around the interior.

“glad to know.” a soft chuckle slips through your lips. “now, imma go change real quick because i can’t stand these jeans any longer. make yourself feel comfortable, just give me a sec.”

miguel nods as he watches you fly over to where he assumes is your bedroom before continuing to glance around your home. basking in the cozy atmosphere of your little cottage.

not only it feels cozy but feels like… you.

it’s that even a description?

honestly, miguel doesn’t know what he’s thinking.

“do you want anything?”

his head turns in your direction, then suddenly his pupils dilate immensely. you come back wearing a pretty flowy dress that barely passes your thighs, exposing your legs to him. a pair of sparkly laced heels of the same color as the dress, the straps adored around your calfs so gracefully. his heart suddenly beats quickly. a rush of warmth spreads through his face and chest. a small outfit change and it effects him significantly. well, you are a beautiful woman and that dress looks stunning on you. it’s just simple attraction, a man finding a woman beautiful. no other reason why he’s feeling like this, right?

“hellooo…?”

shit, miguel must’ve looked like a goddamn idiot for staring. “uh- sorry. what did you say?” he awkwardly clears his throat, sallowing the embarrassment.

a cheeky smile graces your lips at his bashful but let it slide. “do you want anything? food or a drink? i got water, strawberry lemonade.” you fly over to the tiny kitchen, searching for a drink of your own.

“oh uh… water is fine, gracias.”

while you fetch him a glass, miguel feels something by his feet. looking down, there is a tiny light brown fluff ball. it’s a rabbit. the tiny creature sniffs at his feet. he stares down at it in amusement.

as you hand miguel the glass of water and want a quiet thank you from him, your eyes follow his eyes and notice your bunny.

“seems like you met bella and she already likes you.”

“hmm… glad she approves.”

bringing the glass to his face, the lower half of his mask disintegrates. revealing those very plump lips that make your eyes widen in bewilderment.

“i don’t wanna overstep boundaries but…” you lean over the counter, elbows rested on the surface and chin in your palms. “how come you never shown you face? i’ve seen all the other spiderpeople’s but not yours. but if it’s a privacy thing then i totally get it.”

miguel ponders for a moment, slowly placing down the glass of water on the counter.

why hasn’t shown his face? sure, there are times when he leaves his mask on but mostly he has it off. it mainly depends on his mood. now thinking about it, even peter and jessica asked the same question before. a simple grumble was his usual answer before walking away. but why did he kept it on?

without saying anything, miguel exhales quietly then allows the rest of his mask to disintegrate.

your pupils dilate drastically.

chocolate fluff of hair. the thickest eyebrows and sharpest cheekbones know to man. so sharp that you could get a paper cute if your drag your finger over it. those very plump lips that make your eyes linger a little too long than usual. but what truly captures your attention is those scarlet orbs.

never have you seen red eyes on someone. but miguel’s though… they are utterly mesmerizing. it’s a beautiful shade of red. like a rose in your garden. like a ruby hidden deep in a cave of jewels. like a cherry growing outside. that pretty type of red.

“you have pretty eyes.”

those expect eyes widen in surprise.

pretty? you consider his eyes… pretty? those exact horrific red orbs that terrifies anyone he comes into contact with. screaming in terror at how creepy they look. the eyes he loathe every time he sees them in his reflection. the eyes he gained against his will from an evil bastard. the eyes he is forever stuck with and can never gain back those brown eyes that he was born with, that no one was afraid of.

you think they’re pretty?

miguel is utterly speechless, baffled. standing there with a shocked expression like an idiot. he just can’t believe it. not to mention, you’re the first person to say something positive about his eyes.

it’s new… weird… shocking.

“uh… thanks?…” miguel really doesn’t know the correct response to this… compliment. only stands there like the awkward idiot he is.

“also, nice caterpillars for eyebrows.” you chuckle.

his expression falls flat, a deadpan look. “funny.”

“what? i’m just saying, not a bad thing though. it looks like you take care of them so kudos to you.”

you are… alluring.

sudden warmth rises in his cheeks and spreads throughout his body like a virus. miguel noticed he always experience that sensation every time he’s with you, now even more with your strange kind words. it makes his heart leap.

what are you doing to him?

is it you or him?

miguel just blames his body for behaving strangely, despite the fact it only happens with you.

he grabs the glass of water and gulps it down to cool down the heat. “how long have you been living here?” for his sake, he changes subject.

“four years. after living with my parents for years, i decided to have a place of my own. don’t get me wrong, i love them and grew up happily with them, i just always wanted to have my own home. have my own garden that i can grow and spend most of time in. i like my solitude so… here i am in my little cottage.” you glance around your home with a smile.

miguel stares at you in awe and understanding. solitude is something he values, especially now after what… happened. having his own space is a priority, a place of comfort. his has a penthouse but is never there, always occupied at HQ in his office. spend nearly every night there. alone in his solitary, empty and quiet. however, it does get quite lonely sometimes. but miguel is used to it.

“solitude is nice, especially when you have a place to go to find it.” he takes another sip of the water.

“do you have a place?”

he goes quiet for a moment. “supposedly my office, spend most of my time there than my actual home.”

that makes your brows furrowed a little. “a workaholic, huh? i figured.”

“is that obvious, hm?”

“yes, especially with those bags under your eyes.”

miguel huffs, rolling his eyes. it’s the truth though.

“you say that’s your place of solitude but you keep working yourself out.”

that silences him, a bit speechless.

“look, i know i barely know you but it’s clear you overwork yourself since you’re a leader. sure, it’s a pain in the ass managing a shit ton of universes and i can’t imagine the stress, but just take a breather. even if it’s just for a few minutes.”

wow… that is some… inspiring words.

you’ve only met recently yet it seems like you know him well enough, like you understand him. miguel had a firm belief no one could understand him, the troubles he faced. he wasn’t like any other spider-man, different in many ways. with all the shitty things he endured, secretly drugged which gifted him horrific abilities and forever changed, lost several people he cared about, lost his beloved daughter from a different universe that he destroyed.

underneath that suit is a broken man.

a broken man forever drowning himself in guilt. overworking himself to the fucking bone until nothing of himself remains.

a broken man no one could fix.

yet… found someone who sees right through him.

there goes the strange warm feeling again. invading his body, coursing through his veins. it’s driving miguel a bit crazy. constantly asking himself why this happens when the real reason stands in front of him.

miguel is too lost in thought to properly answer, staring at you with a blank expression. those crimson orbs stare into your pretty ones before moving on to your wings, which flutter ever so slowly. glimmering in the soft natural light of your home. the mesmerizing sight leaves him in a trance.

like he described you before… alluring.

you’ve been visiting HQ and spending time with miguel in his office. this time, you bring a container of empanadas meant for the big grumpy bug. since he’s told you of his love for the pastry, you decide to make him some as a thank you for rescuing you. originally you thought of making one solely for him but you figured others would want some too. walking down the hallway passing by various spiderpeople and the cells of anomalies, which never fails to amaze you, you reach miguel’s office. his desk appears to be not high in the air this time. flying over to him, you land on the platform and he turns around.

“surprise.” you greet him with a soft smile which makes his heart flutter strangely enough.

“welcome back.” his eyes land on the container in your hands. “what’s that?” he points at it.

you hold it out to him. “empanadas.”

miguel’s eyes widen in surprise. “really?”

“yep, remember i told you i make them? as a thank you for saving my ass, i made them for you.”

there goes that strange fluttering feeling his chest. “you made them… for me?” miguel is utterly shocked, dumbfounded even. you made something for him? it was usual for him to receive gifts.

“of course.” you softly smile. “although, i wasn’t sure if you wanted one or more so i just made a shit ton. if you don’t want them all, i’ll just offer them to others.”

you are… truly are alluring… and kind to him, of all people. like mentioned before, miguel has never received anything for his duties. sure, he has saved numerous lives and a simple thank you would suffice, or sometimes earn insults due to his grumpy demeanor, then he’d carry on with his day. receiving gifts especially something he loves is strange to him because it’s never happened before. you made him something out of the kindness of your heart.

“i uh… thank you.” he gingerly takes the container from you, still in complete shock and awe.

the man was utterly speechless.

something you mange to do.

another day you visit but miguel is currently on a mission. instead of waiting for him in his office which sounds dreadful, you decide to stroll around the society. meet new spiderpeople and create friends. you bumped into the spider teens, had a little conversation before they had to leave for missions or return to their universes. you continue meeting others until one certain spider-man capture your attention. a cowboy spider-man variant.

web-slinger.

the cowboy is quite charming and a little flirt. although you can’t see much of his face, it’s clear that he is attractive. his voice gives it away. not to mention that western accent. a casual conversation, him sharing stories of his universe, background, villains he fought and captured, occasional flirting here and there. you also learned his name is patrick. everything about him is so intriguing. he even offers you to ride with him on his horse. how can you refuse such a cool offer? although you can fly up to the saddle, you wanted patrick to lift you up. a shy smile graces your lips as he puts on his hands on your waist and lifts you up on the saddle so effortlessly. he hops on and you instinctively wrap your arms around his waist as you begin riding together.

after a long ass mission which almost caused him to rip off a head of a peter parker variant, miguel is on his way back to his office. walking down the hallway, he continues his journey back until he notices a familiar pretty pair of wings from a distance. miguel picks up speed, a bit too excitingly, until he stops and fully realizes the scene in front of him. you horseback riding with web-slinger. smiling and giggling to whatever the cowboy variant was babbling about. an uncomfortable feeling settles in his chest, almost like an ache.

why is miguel feeling like this?

but the longer he stares at you with web-slinger, the achy feeling grows stronger. miguel doesn’t like that. he shouldn’t feel anything from a simple interaction between you and a colleague miguel tolerates. in fact, web-slinger is one of the very few spiderpeople miguel likes and gets along with. but now seeing you with him, that feeling changes.

the sweet contagious sound of your laughter reaches his ears. it appears whatever the cowboy was telling you had you in high spirits. the sight makes miguel frown and clench his jaw. sure, patrick can toss a can joke here and there but he isn’t that humorous. what could he be possibly telling you to make you laugh and smile like that? but the more important question is why does miguel want to know? why does he feel this way? it doesn’t make any sense.

but that achy feeling doesn’t fade away.

maybe is because miguel secretly wishes it was him making you laugh like that? secretly wishes it was him hanging out with you?

is he jealous?

no, that would be crazy. miguel isn’t jealous, that is ridiculous. he is the goddamn leader of the spider society, he can’t feel jealous over a colleague who is being graced by your company and get to be the one making you laugh and smile. no, that’s stupid.

miguel shakes his head and walks away. however, much to his dismay, that achy feeling never faded with each step he took back to his office.

since then, you and miguel became interestingly close. a bond blossomed between you two. with your own watch, you visited HQ several times a week and always end up in his office when miguel is there. when he is on missions, you’d either wait in his office or hang out with other spiderpeople in the meantime. when are together, you’d discuss about your universe, the multiverse, funny stories, and personal experiences. just a simple conversation between friends, even if you don’t have an official title for your relationship. friends seems reasonable, although it feels more than and others agree with that.

stand too close towards one another. the back of yours hands briefly touching each other. looking at each other a little too longer while the other isn’t looking. it was more than the average friends experience, it was way too… intimate.

it was all fine until miguel began to realize how exactly close you are and it frightened him. that warm feeling every time he’s around you, it grows worse. just you merely in his presence, even standing a feet from him makes his skin warm. when your hands briefly touch, feel your breath against him, hear that pretty voice, look into those gorgeous eyes, linger on those very pretty lips a little too long, admire your wings when you aren’t looking.

but what drives him absolutely insane is the soft glint in your eyes every time you look up at him, the way you say his name so angelically, smiling so beautifully. all of it makes his heart beat like fucking crazy. just a touch of your skin against him lights his body on fire. how heavenly you say his name that makes him want to hear it over and over.

it’s driving him crazy.

you are driving him crazy.

not a day does by without you plaguing his every thought. his mind is constantly about you. no matter what, it automatically goes to you. it’s so bad that miguel struggles a bit to concentrate on missions. visions of those beautiful wings, fluttering so gracefully. those pretty lashes fluttering whenever your gorgeous eyes look up into his crimson ones, those eyes he secretly adores dearly. those damn pretty lips, taunting him as if begging for his own. miguel can’t even fucking sleep without thinking about you, constantly dreaming of you.

not only you plague his mind but negative thoughts as well. shitty little voices in his mind telling him that you’re too good for him, he is undeserving of you. you are the most beautiful woman, the human embodiment of beauty. nevertheless a goddamn butterfly, one of the most gorgeous creatures. miguel is this horrible creature, a monster. cursed with terrifying red eyes, talons, and piercing fangs.

it’s impossible to love a beast like him. how could you love those terrifying red eyes, talons, and fangs? how can he look at you in the eye? those scarlet orbs filled with such pain and regret staring into those beautiful ones filled with happiness. how can he ever touch you without those stupid talons piercing your celestial skin? how he can ever kiss you without those fangs cutting your lip and making you bleed?

how can someone so beautiful like you could ever fall for a beast like him?

you’re a butterfly and he’s a spider.

a spider and a butterfly don’t fit together. one is beautiful and the other is horrifying.

this isn’t right, thinking of you like this. miguel shouldn’t be thinking about you like that. he shouldn’t feel anything for you. he shouldn’t feel anything for anyone. the icy walls of his broken heart must remain strong, not allow anyone to melt it down. miguel can’t allow himself to grow close to someone. he can’t develop attachment. after losing too many people he cared about, he can’t allow it to happen again. he can’t allow himself to be vulnerable.

so there is only one solution: to shut down.

it was like flipping a switch. miguel is known for being cold towards some people, but now he is a complete fucking asshole. but most importantly, or unfortunately, an asshole towards you. that calm, chill, friendly demeanor suddenly vanished and replaced with a shitty attitude. whenever you greet him, miguel won’t respond or barely acknowledge you. instead will stare at those stupid screens or walk away silently. ask him a simple question and he will snap at you. scarlet irises glaring down at you before looking away. a few grumbles slip from his lips. when you try reaching out for his hand, he would shove or move away from your attempt.

underneath that coldness, it pains him to hurt you like this. you don’t deserve to be treated so shitty, you never did anything wrong. however, miguel doesn’t deserve you. he doesn’t deserve your kindness. he doesn’t deserve happiness. every time he sees those gorgeous eyes filled with hurt, it’s like a stab to the heart. but miguel solely believes that it’s best for you to hate him. no matter how much it hurts him to treat you so terribly.

the sudden change confused you. one minute you’re getting along then he’s snapping at you and giving you the cold shoulder. honestly, it hurts you. you truly believed there was a bond. everything was going so well until it was all suddenly thrown out the window and miguel behaving as if he despises your entire being. at first, you tried to be understanding and thought he was going through something and it’ll eventually past but it never did.

that’s when you finally had enough.

with a pissed off look on your face, you fly up to his desk. his broad back is faced to you, staring at those stupid screens like always. the sight alone pisses you off more because he knew you’re here.

“what the fuck is going with you?”

the tall brunette focuses on the screens, not bothering to turn and face you. mentally cursing at himself, knowing this was coming.

“oye, estoy hablando.” you approach his side and attempt to touch his arm but a strong hand stops you swiftly, making you gasp a little.

“no me toques.” he still refuses to look at you.

you yanked your hand from his tight grip. “what the fuck is up with you? why are you acting such a fucking dick? i thought we were cool.”

miguel scoffs and roll his eyes. “leave.”

his dismissive behavior pisses you off more. “no, answer the damn questions.”

“i’m not obligated to answer to you. now leave before you’ll make me do something i’ll regret.”

“what the fuck, miguel?! what happened?! why are you being such an asshole?!” you cry. “did i do something? i thought we were friends.”

miguel doesn’t miss the little voice crack in your tone, making his heart ache with guilt.

“friends?” the bastard scoffs again, finally turns to look at you with a glare. “i don’t do friends. we were never friends, should never have been friends or whatever you thought this was. it was a mistake.”

that last phrase shatters your heart.

miguel saw it, the hurt in your eyes the moment those vicious words left his lips.

“a mistake?…” you didn’t care about the voice cracks anymore. a thin layer of tears begin prickling in your eyes. “so it was all a lie? all for nothing, huh?”

“yes and it was pointless. i’m dealing with life-threatening problems and i can’t afford distractions.”

distractions? you are a distraction?

another stab to the heart.

“are you fucking serious? if it was pointless, then why the fuck did you let me visit here?”

“to gain information about your universe, nothing more. you were just a pawn.”

it was all a lie.

“you… you used me?… to gain information?!” those tears finally escape. “you fucking asshole! i trusted you! i cared about you! i thought we were—”

“we are NOTHING!” miguel shouts, making you flinch. “there was never anything between us! you are nothing more than a dumb little insect and live in your own fucking fantasy world.”

all of that slipped out of his mouth before miguel could fully comprehend what he just said. that he realized he fucked up so badly.

your heart completely shatters.

tears spill uncontrollably down your cheeks, causing your glossy vision. for the first time in your life, you’ve finally experienced what heartbreak is.

it was all a lie. the bond between you two was nothing but a game to him. miguel only used you to gain meaningless information. all the moments you spend together meant nothing to him. all the memories and secrets you shared with him didn’t mean shit. it was all white noise to him. miguel was the only person who made you feel comfortable with and in the end never cared about you at all. all of it meant everything to you but nothing to him.

it was pure lies.

besides the terrible heartbreak, anger began to boil in your veins. a frown settles on your face, heavily glaring up at the bastard through glossy eyes that makes miguel piss his pants.

those teary eyes of pain makes miguel realize what he has done. went too far and made the biggest fucking mistake of his life.

there was nothing else to say to him, just glaring at him with pure hatred. with a few taps on the watch, you open a portal behind you. miguel’s eyes widen in shock and realization at what you’re about to do.

“wait- don’t, please-”

miguel reaches out with a hand but is too late when you quickly turn around and walk through the portal without saying anything. yanking off the watch before the portal vanishes right after you, leaving a heartbroken miguel in the room.

miguel didn’t reach you in time and curses quietly. those scarlet eyes land on the abandoned watch on the floor with a remorseful look before slowly crouching to pick it up. with a frustrated scream, miguel smashes his desk with strong fists, creating large heavy indents almost breaking it. hunched over it and using one hand rubbing his eyes, feeing the tears of guilt and regret fall uncontrollably.

he made the biggest mistake.

he never hated himself more than ever.

he fucked up the one good thing in his life.

what has he done?

it’s been a week since the fiasco with miguel. a week of heartbreak and it fucking sucks. most days and nights of endless tears. the little walls of your cottage concealed all of your sobs. they witness the tears, wails, swearing, all sounds of heartbreak.

you just can’t believe it… you truly believed you and miguel were friends, or close in some sense. there was a spark between you two, you felt it for certain. whenever he was near, your heart never beat so quickly and a rush of warmth spread through your body. a simple touch of his hand made your mind haywire. most days your mind was occupied with thoughts of him. at first, it felt like a friendship but then blossomed into something more. you grew very fond of the handsome grumpy spider. after spending much time with him, you would come home with a loopy smile and rapid beating heart. miguel made you feel something you’ve never felt before. never have you felt this way about someone else. no one has made you feel the way miguel did.

but he made you feel that way just for scheming. miguel never actually cared about you, never felt the same way you did for him. it was all a game to him. played with your heart to gain what he desired. toyed with your emotions and tricked you into believing he cared. a man played you and you hate yourself for that. you truly believed underneath that coldness there was kindness in his heart. but it turns out it was coldness after all. not an ounce of compassion in that cold heart of his, only manipulation.

you hate miguel, with every fiber of your being.

the immense pain he caused you is unforgivable and your opinion of him is forever changed. he is not the caring person you once thought he was. actually, a manipulative fucking asshole.

honestly, you shouldn’t be crying over that asshole. he doesn’t deserve an ounce of your emotions. he doesn’t deserve to be cried over.

fuck him, he can go fuck himself.

after spending much time in the garden, you head back inside to retire for the rest of the day. entering the cottage, a yelp erupts from your throat when you find a large tall man clad in a familiar red and blue suit standing in the middle of the living room. causing you to drop the mug you had on the floor, shattering into little pieces near your feet.

“shit! are you—” miguel panics and rushes over immediately but you quickly back away from him, causing his heart to ache.

“what the fuck are you doing here?” you glare at the bastard, eyes filled with hurt and anger.

“i need to talk to you but are you hurt?” he avoids the shattered pieces on the floor as miguel tries reaching out to you with a cautious hand but you continue backing away from him.

“don’t fucking touch me.” you snap and miguel backs off, a remorseful expression on his face.

“perdóname, i-i didn’t mean to scare you.”

“get out.”

his brows furrowed sadly, pleadingly. “please, let me help you clean it up.”

“you’ve already fucked things up enough, it’s what you’re good at.”

that was a low blow but deservingly so.

“por favor—”

“GET OUT!”

miguel goes silent, observing the heaving of your chest and pissed off expression settled on your face. he hasn’t apologized yet and already pissing you off. great, things are already going to shit.

“i don’t care about your help or what you need to say! just get the fuck out of my home!”

you have every right to be angry with him but miguel can’t leave without apologizing. he can’t live with himself without letting you know how much he regrets saying those vile things to you and hurting you. he would never forgive himself.

he whispers your name so gently it pains you. “i know you hate me and have every right to be. i was an asshole and i hate myself for it. just please… i need to tell you how sorry i am.”

“you think you have the fucking audacity to invade my home and try to apologize after what you did to me? un-fucking-believable, fuck you.”

he winces at that, deserving every ounce of your anger. “i know, i’m an idiot but i can’t live without telling you how much i regret those things i said.”

you huff sadly, feeling tears prickle in your eyes for the nth time. “just leave, miguel. you already caused me enough pain, i don’t want anymore.”

what feels like an anvil lands on his chest, crushing his heart. miguel can not only see the pain in your eyes but hear it in your voice too. completely exhausted and wished to be left alone. what has he done? the self-loathing grows stronger.

“i… lo siento mucho, mariposa.” his voice goes quiet, averting his gaze from yours, too ashamed to look at those beautiful eyes. “i’m so sorry for hurting you. i know you won’t forgive me and i don’t expect you to, hell i don’t deserve it. it’s just…”

your brows furrowed, still pissed off but attentive. also the pet name did not go unnoticed which made your heart flutter, despite how much anger it holds.

“the reason why i yelled at you was because i scared.” your frown deepens in confusion but you remain silent, allowing him to continue. “this is gonna sound cheesy but… you made me feel… things i haven’t felt for someone in a long time. cuando estoy contigo, i feel… different, like warm and it drives me insane, it scares me.”

you remain silent, a bit speechless. you make him feel things he’s never felt before and it scares him? is that a good thing or bad thing?

“it scares me because i care about you, more than i should, more than the average… friend.”

now you’re truly speechless.

is he saying…?

“everyone i cared about, i lost them and i couldn’t lose you. i was afraid of losing you. it’s why i can’t allow myself to be vulnerable, can’t grow attach to someone without the fear of losing them.”

you knew of miguel’s troubled past. dysfunctional family, toxic relationships, and the lost of his daughter from a different universe. he was just a broken man with a broken past. lost everything and everyone, suffered from too much pain, scarred him for life. that is why his heart is so heavily guarded. the fear of vulnerability. a shitty ass feeling.

“that’s why i pushed you away, acted like an asshole to you. i thought that making you hate me would protect you from me, that i wouldn’t lose you either but i did anyway…” a look of guilt and shame flashes across his face, shoulders sagged. “i know i can’t take back those horrible words and i forever hate myself for hurting you. please believe me that i never meant any of it. you are not a dumb insect, you are the most beautiful person i’ve ever met and your universe is the most fascinating one i’ve seen.” he finally turns to look at you. “you weren’t a pawn, i didn’t used you for gain information. i valued our conversations, our bond or friendship, every single moment. every story, memory, laugh, smile means everything to me. you mean everything to me.”

shock, overwhelmed, speechless, and flattery were what you were feeling from all of this sudden information. not to mention the skipping of your heart beat at that final phrase.

“not a single day goes by without thinking about you. no matter what i’m fucking doing, my mind directly goes to you.” miguel confesses sincerely, scarlet eyes boring into your pretty ones intensely, making your heart beat fast. “but the more i thought about you, the more i felt undeserving of you.”

your brows furrowed confusingly. “what do you mean ‘undeserving of me’?”

the spider-man sighs frustratingly, pinching the bridge of his nose. “how could you, someone so beautiful, love a monster like me?”

your heart shatters at that. how could he think of himself like that? “miguel, you’re not a monster.”

“¡mírame!” he shouts that sounds almost like a cry, fangs and talons out in their full glory. “you’re saying these don’t make me a monster? anyone who looks at me, my eyes, my fangs, my talons, always have a look of horror in their eyes. begging me not to hurt them before running away as fast as possible. i know i’m not like the others, i know i don’t have a bite. the rapture and my reflection remind me everyday.”

your heat aches terribly for this poor man. he has gone through so much. can’t even imagine his suffering, the look of horror he endured from others while trying to save the day. all you want to do is pull him into yours arms and hug him tightly.

“how can anyone fall for this?” he gestures at himself as if he is nothing. “no one will.” his eyes avert from yours, looking away in shame.

it’s silent for a moment until you finally speak.

“you’re wrong, miguel.”

the male looks back at you with a confused expression, eyebrows furrowed.

you decide to take a leap of faith, literally, taking a step towards him. “anyone can fall for you. i know everyone sees you as this big scary, grumpy guy and will literally shit their pants the moment they see you but… they don’t know the real man behind it all.”

miguel simply stares at you in awe and begin to feel his heart beating faster by the minute.

“they may see you as this scary guy but i see a man with a broken past.”

that sentence alone shattered him.

“i know you went through so much shit in the past and i will never know what it’s like but i do understand why you are the way you are. you push away people because people have pushed you away. you protect yourself from getting hurt again. from what you’ve been through, it’s understandable. but just know that there are people who care about you. i know i can’t take away your fears but know that it’s okay to be vulnerable. don’t get me wrong, it’s hard to open up to someone, to be comfortable with someone. it’s scary and that’s okay. it takes time, just take small steps but only when you feel ready.”

miguel is utterly speechless, staring at you with nothing but adoration in his eyes. heart pumping rapidly with intense emotion, something you never fail to do to him. those doubts and fears slowly vanish by your words of comfort and reassurance. no one has ever spoken to him about his issues and fears. hell, miguel never talked to anyone yet you can see right through him. never thought it would be you yet… glad it is you because miguel wouldn’t want it to be anyone else. he fell first but fell even harder.

“miguel, you are the most interesting person i’ve ever met. anyone could fall for you.” you confess with a heartily chuckle. “sure, you are the most stubborn grumpy person ever,” that earns you a low chuckle and an eye roll from him, making you smile. “but really you are a very caring, passionate person. that could make anyone fall for you.”

he was falling harder by the minute. heart pounding in his chest like a drum. those sweet words were melting down the icy walls concealing his broken heart. he was breaking apart, in a good way.

“honestly, i think your fangs, talons, and red eyes are fucking cool. i mean shit- even i’m jealous of your eyes because i want red eyes or at least have rare colored eyes, that is cool as fuck. your talons and fangs makes you badass. and guess what? no one else has them, only you. you are unique.”

you made him fall in love with you even more.

“té quiero.”

you’re taken aback by his response, visibly dumbfounded. “w-what?”

those gorgeous crimson orbs remain locked on yours as miguel slowly makes his way towards you, being mindful of the shattered mug pieces that he intends on cleaning up later, until he towers over you. broad bodies merely touching, no space left in between. his hot, heavy breath fanning over your forehead. your neck crane all the way up just to meet his intense gaze. the close proximity makes your heart beat crazy with anticipation and lashes flutter.

“everything i said about you is true. besides apologizing, i wanted to tell you my feelings, even if you don’t feel the same. i needed you to know because i can’t live without you not knowing.”

due to your lack of response, miguel begin to panic a little. did he went too far? was it too much? he was about to step back when he’s suddenly yanked down and his lips meets yours. with all the height you had left, you reached for his face and yanked him down for the kiss you’ve been waiting for. his whole body is basically bent over just to reach you due to the height difference but miguel doesn’t really give a fuck about the back pain, too busy feeling those soft pretty lips of yours after waiting for so long.

instinctively, his hands grip onto your hips and give them a few gentle squeezes then slowly roam around your body, mindful of your wings. he has only touched you for a few seconds and you’re already putty in his hold. shivering at the addictive sensation, goosebumps forming on your skin. damn his hands feel so good. so big and rough. giving into his desires, miguel gets a bit more touchy. calloused hands gently groping your curves, eliciting soft little moans which makes his core ache.

the kiss grows more spicier. hands grouping each other’s bodies, soft moans and groans mingled in the hot air. miguel is too lost into the kiss until he feels you moving upward, causing him to stand up straight which confuses him for a second. breaking away from the kiss, miguel finds you lingering in the air. gorgeous wings fluttering in the air.

“the perks of having wings is that i can fly up to your level.” you wrap your arms around his thick neck, finally get the chance to. “save you the back pain.”

that elicits a light chuckle from him. “appreciate the help.” his broad hands capture your waist as miguel leans in for another kiss, which you happily accept.

much to his dismay, you part away from his lips, earning a cute little pout from him. god he is so precious. miguel tries to reach your lips but you keep backing away from him, making him frown cutely.

“mariposa…” he whines softly.

“follow me.” you whisper against his lips, a hint of seductiveness in your tone that makes miguel’s cock twitch in his now slightly tight suit.

you two stare at each other for a moment before you let go of his face and begin flying away, towards the direction of presumingly your bedroom. a shiver of anticipation travels down his spine. the throbbing sensation in his core increases annoyingly. as if you hypothesized him, miguel follows you to the room. his lust-clouded mind carrying his feet.

“joder…”

his jaw slacks at the sight in front of him. you sitting so prettily in the center of your bed with those big beautiful eyes with a seductive glint in them. enthralling wings expanded out. that pretty dress on you hugging your curves, the hem raised up to those mesmerizing thighs due to your posture, leaving your gorgeous legs exposed to his hungry gaze.

like a dessert on displayed to be devoured.

god, you’re gonna be the death of him.

miguel can feel his cock strained in his suit uncomfortably. the man is hard as a fucking rock. only you make him feel this way. those piercing crimson eyes stare you down, like a predator staking his prey. as if you are caught in his web. a pretty butterfly trapped in a spider’s web. the thought makes your thighs squeeze instinctively, clit pulsating terribly. miguel slowly climbs up the bed until he is hovering over your small frame. causing you to lay back on the plush mattress and silk sheets, trapped underneath his mesmerizing muscular frame, settled in between your legs.

miguel takes a moment to admire your pretty form underneath him before leaning down to capture your lips in another kiss. instinctively, your fingers dig into his chocolate locks. the addictive sensation elicits a groan from him. just you playing with his hair makes him putty. calloused hands gently grope your curves, earning those cute little moans. his lips leave a trail from your lips, jawline, down into the crook of your neck. one hand dangled in his hair and the other gripping onto his bulky shoulder. the bulging muscles under your fingertips. god, you have been dying to feel them. his hands continue roaming and groping your body as miguel leaves needy kisses on your neck with the intention of marking you.

but miguel then suddenly realizes you’re laying on your wings, which probably feels uncomfortable. “shit- your wings.” quickly moving away from your neck, miguel swiftly sits up to give you space.

“no no no, it’s okay.” you quickly sit up as well and cup his face. “they don’t hurt when i lie down.”

miguel doesn’t protest, still a bit concerned but believes you. his gaze lingers on your wings glimmering in the dark, utterly mesmerized. for a while, you’ve notice his stare at your wings. during a conversation, you notice how his eyes would switch from your eyes to your wings and linger on them a little longer than usual. he always got that look in his eyes, an appetite. it always sent a jolt of excitement through your body. honestly, it’s kinda cute.

“you like them a lot.” you decide to tease him, briefly glancing at your wings then back at him.

“well, they’re very pretty.” his gaze on your wings never falters, utterly enthralled. subconsciously, one of his hands briefly reaches towards one wing but ultimately stops when he realizes what he’s doing.

“you can touch them.”

his eyes snap back at you, a surprise expression illustrated on his face. “are you sure? i don’t want to hurt you.” it’s that last thing he wants to do.

you nod reassuringly, caressing his cheeks. “yeah, just be careful because they’re sensitive.”

that ignited a spark inside him.

sincerely looking at you to make sure you were completely okay with this, miguel gets off the bed and stands at the edge, leaving you confused.

“turn around for me.”

your heart skips a beat at his request and makes your thighs squeeze. obeying his command, you scoot towards the edge of the bed and turn around, sitting on your knees, your wings presented to him. a rush of anticipation flows through your veins, wondering what he has in store for your delicate wings.

a gasp falls from your lips when you feel one of miguel’s hands touching one wing every so gently. his touch so soft and gentle. the sensation sends jolts of pleasure throughout your body. his fingers gently trace of the pretty patterns, taking in every little detail as if trying to memorize them all. he’s just simply lost in those pretty patterns and colors. he can admire your wings everyday. soon, miguel starts using both hands and caress your delicate wings. each touch earns him those cute soft noises that make his cock twitch terribly. the way your body slightly twitches when he touches your wings in a certain manner. back slightly arching, body shivering, goosebumps coated over your skin.

“very sensitive, are you, hermosa?” that low seductive tone makes your clit throb terribly.

“they’re the most vulnerable part of me.”

“hmm…” miguel hums lowly, slowly trailing up his hands to the top of your wings then to the bottom. eliciting another gasp from you. “i can see, especially when you arch that pretty back just by running my fingers here.” he traces over the patterns again, earning another soft gasp and back arched.

the sight makes him smirk smugly. god you are so adorable, utterly beautiful. how responsive you are to his touch, even if it’s light like a feather.

“the more i touch, the more pretty sounds you make.” miguel decided to be bold and carefully grab your hindwings before tugging them back every so gently, not enough to hurt you of course.

a moan erupts from your throat, arching your back. holy fuck, that was unexpected but felt so fucking good, like a little stretch. miguel’s ears perk up at the pretty sound, cock twitching excitedly. time to conduct an experiment, like the scientist he is.

“you like that, hermosa?” seduction laced in his tone.

“y-yes, do it again~” you sound so needy, desperate to feel that addictive sensation once more. pussy throbbing with want and desperation. you can feel the pool flooding in your panties.

fuck, that sweet needy tone drives he fucking crazy. honestly, miguel doesn’t know how much longer he can last without busting inside his suit, when he rather much do that inside that pretty cunt of yours that is most definitely wet, all because of him. the nasty thought makes his cock twitch. ever so gently but with a tiny ounce of pressure, those calloused hands play and stroke your delicate pretty wings. each touch earns him more of those heavenly sounds that is pure music to his ears. miguel grows more handsy, continues playing with your wings while his right hand sneaks around your waist and pulls you against his broad chest. the action makes you gasp, arching your back right against him.

“estas tan bontia.” that elicits a soft whine, making him chuckle softly. “the prettiest butterfly i’ve ever seen. the most beautiful set of wings.” he whispers as miguel gently strokes one forewing, making you moan softly. “mi hermosa mariposa.”

your heart flutters at that, mind going haywire.

you’re his beautiful butterfly.

the spider’s butterfly.

“m-miguel~”

he shushes you so gently, caressing your tummy as reassurance with his other hand. “you drive me crazy, ever since i met you. all i could think about was those pretty eyes, lips, wings, thighs…” another gently stroke of your forewing while his hand on your belly slowly trails down your body, dangerously close towards your throbbing core, in your inner thighs.

“f-fuck…” you couldn’t resist a moan.

he really thought about you all this time? sure, there was chemistry that many people noticed. you just weren’t sure miguel was actually into you since he was a closed off person, especially with his troubled past. but now knowing his constant thoughts of you, it’s unbelievable but a relief that he feels the same.

the throbbing was becoming unbearable. you needed this man desperately or else you’re gonna explode. with a groan, you break out of his hold, swiftly turn around to cup his face and yank him down with you on the bed with your lips pressed against his in a desperate kiss. miguel releases a surprised groan but ultimately gives in and hovers over you. he resumes his kissing trails over your body from earlier. leaves a few on your delicate neck before moving down to your covered breasts and makes out with them through the fabric of your dress. big hands kneading and squeezing the squishy fat. your fingers digging in those cute brown locks as moans escape your lips at the addictive sensation. his plump lips leave a trail of kisses down your body, giving your tummy a few pecks before reaching the hem of your dress, directly at your clothed pussy. the sweet scent of your arousal invade his senses, making his mind go haywire.

“that sweet fucking scent, drives me crazy, hermosa.” with a quick nod from you, miguel lifts the hem of your dress revealing your pretty panties to his hungry eyes. pressing his face against your clothed cunt, he inhales your scent a little too eagerly.

“miguel, please~” you moan, your needy fingers gripping on his hair as a sign.

your neediness makes him chuckle. “relájate, baby. lemme take my time with you.”

“miguel, i need you.” you whine.

“i have to taste you first, preciosa.”

as much as you want that, you really need him because the throbbing is killing you. then, an idea pops into your mind. “what if i sit on your face?”

now that makes him look up at you from in between your thighs with a surprised look. “really?” if he was a dog hybrid, his tail would be wagging excitedly.

“lay on the bed, spider boy.” a hint of seductiveness in your tone, sends a shiver down his spine.

miguel doesn’t hesitate to follow your command and lays down on the bed, switching places with you. your thighs on either of his face and hands rested on the headboard. his pupils dilate drastically when your clothed cunt is right above his face, merely inches away. without warning, miguel tears off your panties with his talons due to his inpatient behavior.

“miguel!”

“they were in the way.”

he sounds so desperate. needy to munch on your pussy. such a major turn on.

a groan escapes his lips at the sight of your glistening pussy right above him, cock twitching in his suit. oh he’s gonna devour the fuck out of you. just as he’s about to dive in, you quickly move away from his mouth which miguel notices when his lips feels air instead of your pretty pussy.

“what’s wrong? why are you moving away?” a concern look on his face, brows furrowed.

“i don’t wanna crush you.” you admit embarrassingly, gripping onto the headboard.

that concern look was replaced with a dumbfounded one. “preciosa, i want you to crush me. i want you to suffocate me.”

“but what if—”

“por dios, mujer. i want you to sit on my face completely, no hovering around. ¿entiendes?”

“but miguel- OH!”

miguel lost patience by grabbing your hips, yank you down on his face, and immediately goes to town. licking and sucking your clit feverishly. calloused hands gripping into your thighs. all you could is moan loudly, gripping onto the headboard for dear life as this man eats you out like there’s no tomorrow. miguel lets out a muffled groan at the sweet taste of your dripping cunt, slurping it all up as if he found an oasis in the desert. his tongue flicks your precious sensitive pearl, sending your mind haywire and squirm in his strong hold. a loud moan erupts from your throat as miguel’s tongue begins penetrating you, causing your wings to spasm.

“oh miguel!~” your back aches as you ride his tongue, jolts of pleasure shooting throughout your body.

“y-you taste- ugh- so- fucking- sweet.” he moans in between slurps, becoming completely pussydrunk. the tip of his tongue hits angles that you’ve never felt before or even knew existed.

“OH!- oh my god!~”

suddenly, you feel his tongue wiggling inside in a strange way that triggers your sensitivity.

“you like that, baby?” he whispers against your pussy, the vibrations make you shudder.

you nod with a needy moan. complying to your request, miguel continues drawing those patterns with his tongue. each heavenly moan from you encourages him to do more, boosting his ego. he just can’t help it. you taste so fucking sweet, an addictive nectar he can’t get enough of. loud pitchy moans bounce off the walls of your bedroom as you ride miguel’s face to fucking oblivion. your engorged clit rubs perfectly against his big nose, working up your orgasm. while his tongue fucks you mercilessly, he uses one thumb to apply more pressure to your cute little bundle of nerves. the sudden sensation makes you moan loudly, almost like a scream.

“miguel! oh!- please, don’t stop!”

like hell he will stop. the man is so goddamn pussydrunk, he literally is drowning himself in your sweet pussy. miguel can die a happy man in between your thighs. the best way to go out. the more flicks of his tongue and thumb, that warm feeling in your lower belly increases and your moans grow louder and pitchier. before you even know it, you come over his tongue with probably the loudest moan ever, pretty much like a scream. sound like a goddamn whale. back arched and wings spasms as you gush all over his face. like the greedy little shit he is, miguel devours all of your sweet nectar. obscure noises flooded the room, slurping you up like a fucking ice cream sunday. the man is up on cloud nine. your thighs tremble around his head as you begin to feel overstimulated by the never-ending pleasure he is still providing with that devious tongue of his.

“fuck- miguel, stop- too much~” you whine, feeling overstimulated. you swear the headboard would break by your death grip if you had super strength.

finally once he had his fill, miguel releases your poor sensitive pussy with a pop! with a smug ass grin. oh he really enjoyed his dessert. with both hands on your waist, he carefully lowers you down so you can rest on top of him, your head rested on his chest.

“you okay?” he says sweetly, a major contrast to his filthy ass mouth moments ago. his hands rubbing your back for comfort as you recover from your high.

you hum weakly with a nod, nudging your face more into his chest. “you literally ate my fucking soul.”

miguel huffs at that, smiling like the smug bastard he is. “well, i did say you tasted sweet.” that earns him a slap on the chest, making him chuckle.

“you made that perfectly clear.”

he continues chuckling, caressing your back. “it’s the truth, you enjoyed it too.”

“yeah well now it’s time to shut you up because i’m gonna ride the fuck outta your soul.”

miguel does indeed shut up after that, pupils blown and cock twitching in excitement. without even looking at him you know he’s excited, the edges of your lips curled up into a smile as you lift up your head from resting against his chest.

“strip for me, spider boy.”

“jesús bendito…”

you take off your dress, pulling over your head with miguel’s help, who was a little too eager to take it off. just as you take it off and throw it somewhere across the room, you find miguel completely nude underneath you. your pupils dilate immensely at his exposed muscular form. goddamn he’s built like a fucking god and utterly beautiful. but what really catches your attention is his lack of underwear, meaning you are actually sitting on top of his cock.

holy fuck, he is huge.

without even looking, you can feel how big he is. does this mean he’s naked underneath his suit, all the fucking time? oh this sneaky bastard. walking around butt ass naked underneath those pixels. but that explains why his ass look so damn good in his suit. the man definitely has a dump truck.

once you’re both completely naked, you align yourself with his cock. but instead of sinking yourself onto him, you grind on it which surprised miguel. the veins among his throbbing length rubs perfectly against your clit, providing it perfect friction.

“fuck, hermosa—” miguel groans at the sensation.

“so big, miguelito~ i don’t know if you will even fit.” you lean closer towards his face, a smirk tugging on your lips. “but lets find out.”

yep, you’re the death of him.

gripping onto his chest as support and his hands on your waist, you sink yourself onto his cock. slowly taking inch by inch, feeling the thickness of his length slowly slipping through your tight slick walls, stretching you out. a shared moan lingers in the steamy air as your bodies slowly connect. goddamn this man is huge. you can feel him in your fucking guts. the bulbous tip of his cock resting perfectly against your cervix. it stings but feels so good.

“¿estas bien, chula?” he voice his concerns, taking note of your dazed expression. his thumbs draw soft circles on your hips as comfort.

“y-yeah, you’re just… big… fuck—”

miguel holds back a smug grin, softly chuckling. “when you’re ready, preciosa.”

after giving yourself some time to adjust to his thick length stretching out your walls, your hips begin moving slowly. testing the waters to eventually find a rhythm you like. you move up and down in a slow pace, riding his cock like you desired. fuck, he feels so amazing. each contact of his tip with your cervix sends jolts of pleasure throughout your body.

“oh miguel~” you arch your back, pushing your exposed tits out to his lustful gaze.

he stares in awe of your jiggly tits as you ride him. the way the supple fat jiggle synchronized with your bouncing hips. a feeling of hunger bubbles in miguel’s chest as his hands on your hips to travel up and grope them. squeezing and kneading them, relishing the soft squishy fat in his calloused palms. his fingertips pinch your perky nipped then gently tug them, eliciting a whimper from you.

“asi, bebé, asi.” he praises when your hips pick up pace, finally found a rhythm. his sweet praise did earn him a clench around his cock, making him groan. “fuck- you like that, baby?~”

“uh huh~” you nod dumb, too cockdrunk.

while fondling with your tits, those ruby eyes admire your wings as they flutter and spasm with each bounce. his hands leave your to grab the bottom of your hindwings and give them a tiny tug, causing a moan to escape your lips. oh the little stretch feels good. throwing his head back on the pillow, miguel relishes the feeling of your tight pussy squeezing the life of his cock, making him go insane. his hands travel back to hold your waist as he starts rolling his hips into yours, picking up the pace. obscure noises echo throughout the walls of your little cottage. such a cute, cozy home from the outside but filled with nasty noises inside, such a major contrast.

“ay chingado~” miguel groans as you sinfully circle your hips. god, you’re killing him.

through hooded eyes, you admire his sweaty panting form. the rippling of his muscles with each thrust. those idents and scratches on his chest from your nails. the clenching of his jaw before letting out heavenly groans and moans, a sneak peek of those pearly white fangs. god you can admire him all day, especially underneath you. unfortunately, your legs were giving out due to the burning sensation but luckily miguel’s strong hands on your hips guiding you was a major help. desperate for your lips, miguel sits up to have you right in his lap and wrap his arms around your waist before leaning down to capture your lips in a kiss. your bodies collided and smushed together, your soft breasts pressed against his broad chest. sallowing each others moans and groans of pleasure as you continue making love.

“miguel~” you throw your head back as his cock hits that sweet spot inside with a deep thrust.

miguel seizes the opportunity to lean in and brush kisses on your exposed neck as he continues pumping not your tight pussy. a gasp falls from your lips as his own takes one of your nipped and suckles on it. instinctively, your chest arches into his greedy mouth to feel more. his tongue flicks the sensitive bud, drawing circles around it then sucks it. he alternatives both breast, sucking one while pinching the other. the sensitive drives you crazy, an infinite amount of moans and whimpers leave your lips as you bounce in his lap. one of his hands reach down in between your bodies, finds your clit and gives it several flicks. the sudden feeling makes you squeal. miguel lets out a groan as you clench around his dick. the attention on your little bundle of nerves and miguel’s cock fucking you so deeply causes your climax to approach quickly. miguel senses his own with each squeeze of your pussy and balls tensing up to prepare a big load for your pretty cunt.

“you’re close, baby. i can feel it. dámelo, bebé.” miguel coos, panting against your pretty face full of ecstasy. god, you look so beautiful.

that familiar warm sensation in your lower abdomen returns, escalating quickly. with a loud moan of his name and head thrown back, you gush over his cock. miguel groans at the beautiful sight and sensation. his beautiful butterfly reaching the pinnacle of ecstasy. a sight forever ingrained in his mind. with a few more thrusts, you feel his cock twitch before miguel finally comes inside you with a moan of your name. his thick warm seed coating your walls, filling up your womb. you softly whimper at the feeling, so full and filled. you two remain like that, holding onto each other like an embrace, sweaty bodies connected. your synchronized panting echos in the air as you both recover from your highs.

after a few minutes of silent recovery, miguel is the first to speak. “you okay?”

“yeah…” you hum weakly, still fucked out.

it was another few minutes until miguel carefully pulls out and slowly lays back down on the bed taking you with him in his arms. your head rests against his heaving chest, the rapid beating of his heart against your ear. the sound smooths your post-sex mind, making you a bit sleepy. one of his hands rubs your back in a slow gentle manner, providing you some comfort. a peaceful moment enjoying each other’s presence as you recover.

“i meant everything.”

his voice prevents you from falling into slumber.

“huh?”

“my apology, everything i said about you, i meant it.”

lifting your head, you glance up at him with a soft smile. “i know and i meant what i said too.”

miguel mirrors your smile and caresses your cheek with a hand, feeling his heart fluttering.

resting your head back on his chest, you remember to add one thing.

“oh by the way, this doesn’t mean i forgive you. you still a long ass way to go, cabrón.”

a soft chuckles leaves his lips. “i figured.”

but truthfully, miguel will work his ass off to gain your forgiveness. for right now, he just wants to hold you in his arms. perhaps aftercare is the smart thing to do, which he’ll do later, but he just wants to enjoy this peaceful moment with you. holding his beautiful butterfly in his arms and admire her for eternity.

the butterfly caught in the spider’s web.

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ᤢ　.　summary　♥︎　੭　it was just a stupid party. drink, flirt, and gossip. you weren’t expecting to have a one nightstand with a charming, mysterious man. you also weren’t expecting he is the newly hired professor at the same university you teach at.

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enjoy yourself tonight.

that’s what your friends told you.

despite your many objections, they dragged your ass to a party. a friend of a friend is throwing it. not wanting to be a complaining bitch, you suck it up and tag along. a basic mini dress and matching heels. nothing too extra, just simple.

the minute you arrive there, you want to leave. you don’t know anyone but you’re two friends, lyla and felicia. the best decision is to stick by their side. unfortunately, felicia is flirting with some tall light brunette skinny guy. he isn’t that attractive but everyone has their own taste. lyla, on the other hand, immediately heads over towards the food. she’s a big eater, already stuffing her mouth with appetizers.

a sigh escapes your lips. left all alone.

so much for enjoying yourself. your friends ditched you and you don’t know a single soul here so how the hell can you enjoy yourself tonight?

the only thing to enjoy is “double fantasy” by the weeknd playing through the speakers.

with nothing much else to do, you stumble towards the bar. you kindly ask the bartender for a modelo. the look he gives you says you picked an odd choice out of all options but shrugs it off and fetches your requested drink. you resist rolling your eyes.

fucking dick, you thought to yourself.

it’s been 10 minutes and you haven’t received your corona. your brows furrowed in confusion.

“excuse me?” you call out to the bartender, who’s dealing with other customers. of course the bastard didn’t hear you over the loud ass music. another sigh falls from your lips. “excuse me, sir?” you wave.

that finally got his attention but his slightly annoyed expression caught you off guard.

what’s this dude’s deal?

“you forgot my modelo.” you tell him, trying to be polite, maintaining your attitude.

he turns around and grabs it from the shelf.

it was there so easy to grab yet took him 10 minutes? he was just straight up ignoring you.

“sorry.” the bastard mutters without eye contact then walks away to tend other customers.

now you roll your eyes. “cabrón.” you mutter, grabbing the bottle and take a sip of the drink.

turning around, you scan the area. half talking on the sidelines and half on the dance floor. your eyes widen when you find felicia making out with that same guy. welp, at least she’s having a great time. you shrug it off with another sip of your modelo. glancing around, you begin feeling like an outcast. your fingers clench the glass bottle, holding it to your chest. standing there awkwardly as everyone else has fun.

instead of glancing around like a weirdo, you wander around the place. passing by all types of people you’re not familiar with. trying not to bump into someone, especially a drunk idiot.

with your social battery running low, or basically not in the mood to deal with people, you find a secluded space where not much people are. away from the dumb party. you stare out at the view, the gorgeous city of nueva york from a rooftop.

just a moment of solitude.

a delicious fresh breeze flows by, making you close your eyes to relish the refreshing air.

“escaping from the chaos?”

a baritone voice form behind makes your while around, startling you a bit.

a man, tall and broad. clad in all black. dress shirt, slacks, and oxfords. brown curls slicked back. a simple silver necklace dangling around his neck. a matching silver watch that was obviously expensive. his right hand holding a small glass.

utterly handsome, definitely your type. you only like brunettes. what caught your eye are those sharp cheekbones and strong jawline. so perfect and sharp, slide your finger along them and you’ll get a paper cut. firm, masculine facial features.

“parties aren’t really my forte.” the lack of enthusiasm in your voice says it all.

“you’re not alone.” he walks forward, walking up beside you. “they aren’t mine either.” he stares out at the view, taking a sip of his beverage.

you observe him with curious eyes. turning around so you’re facing the view again. only this time you have company. strangely enough, you don’t mind. you get a good whiff of his cologne. damn, he smells good.

you also realize exactly how tall this man is. way over a foot taller than you. perhaps two feet taller.

“suppose we’re the outsiders.” you joke.

“like the book?” he muses.

you quirk a brow, intrigued by his reference. “i guess so, classic book and movie.”

“agree.” the man hums.

a beat passed by before he speaks again. however, his next few words surprises you.

“i have to confess, i noticed you earlier.” he admits. “you caught my eye. i just had the urge to talk to you, as strangely as it sounds. which i apologize for.” he quickly adds that last phrase.

you gaze up at him. intrigued by his interest in you. it was foreign to you since you’ve only been on a few dates but never led to anything serious. or a man confessing wholeheartedly of their interest.

you notice his slight tensed expression when you don’t respond. the air got tensed as well.

“miguel o’hara.” he quickly introduces himself, extending his free hand for you to shake.

you finally respond with your name as you gently shake his hand. taking mental note of his engulfs yours completely. damn, they’re really huge. you make sure to not ogle at them.

“so what brings you here?” you decide to initiate a proper conversation. your interest in this man slowly grows. his mysterious aura is so alluring.

“mutual friend of the party owner. didn’t want to come but was forced to anyways.”

your brows raised in surprise. “in the same boat. i was dragged here then left like getting dropped off at daycare.” you take a sip of your drink.

that earns you a light snort from the tall man. “doesn’t seem like true friends.”

you shrug. “they’re great, just spending time with things they love. men and food.”

miguel’s head tilts a little, one thick brow quirk up. “what do you love?”

the question caught you off, definitely wasn’t expecting nor know how to answer. what do you love? it’s complicated, despite how simple it sounds.

“solitude. being alone is comforting.” your gaze returns to the view, away from his for a moment.

“i guess i ruined that comfort.”

you lightly shake your head. “you didn’t. surprisingly enough, your presence is actually the only one that doesn’t bother me tonight.” you look back at him.

it’s true. his alluring presence doesn’t make you feel uncomfortable or annoyed. intrigued and captivated instead. perhaps he is another outsider like you.

“well, i’m glad to know that.” the corners of his very plump lips twitch upward, a brief smile.

surprising, that makes your heart flutter a little. you’ve only met the man and already has an affect you. no other man has done that before.

you and miguel carry on your conversation, getting to know one another. you two retreated to the kitchen inside, sitting on the barstools at the kitchen island. sipping on your drinks. his fingers would linger beside your bare calf. his touch igniting sparks in your body. your expression remains a neutral as you talk, but internally screaming. damn this man really has an affect on you. perhaps the only good thing that came out from this stupid party.

“seems like it’s getting more intense. do you want leave? someplace less crowded where we can hear each other better.” a light chuckle left his lips.

a little smile graces your lips. “sure, besides i don’t wanna deal with more drunk idiots.”

that earns you another chuckle from him, making your heart flutter once again.

you try finding felicia and lyla to let them know you’re leaving but there’s too much people it’ll be possible to find them. you’ll just send them a text.

miguel takes you a small pub which was much less crowded. you have dinner there since both of you didn’t eat at the party. this was much better, in a quieter atmosphere, no chaos, and having a sincere conversation with someone who’s considerate.

“can i kiss you?”

his husky, seductive tone makes your heart swoop.

you then remember this could lead to a one nightstand and nothing else. although, there is this spark between you two, obviously sexual tension. miguel may be a nice guy, just don’t fall too deeply. it’s be a one time thing. it’s also probably be the last time you’ll ever him since you two never talked about your personal life like jobs, if either of you live close by. you prefer to keep personal information private, miguel respected and understood that.

you nod with a tiny smirk. “polite, i like it.”

miguel grins as he leans closer. his breath fanning yours. his lips gently pressed against yours. a gentle, soft kiss. damn his lips feel good, all plumped and nice. yours, though, are addictively sweet. he can taste your lip gloss but doesn’t care if some get on his. you never thought you’d kiss in a pub, let alone in public but with miguel, you feel comfortable.

he takes you back to his apartment. on the drive there, his hand gently massaged your thigh while driving with the other. your body tingled in excitement at the sensation. the same hand never left your lower back as you entered his home.

instead of rushing to the bedroom, you two talk a little more. miguel reassured you if you wish to leave, if you’re not comfortable with this because he doesn’t want you to think he’s only looking for sex. he truly enjoyed his conversations with you. you told him it’s fine and want to stay with him.

truthfully, you’re excited for what’s coming but of course you keep that to yourself. you’ve been wet since the moment his fingers were on your calf back at the party. his touches are just something else.

gently taking your hand in his, miguel guides you to the bedroom. he turns around and gingerly cups your face with both hands then kisses you. your hand rest on his abs, feeling the muscles through his dress shirt. you fight the urge to unbuckle his belt, you don’t want to seem desperate.

the kiss grows more passionate. shivers go down your spine as his hands slowly trail down your back. shoulder blades, the curve of your spine, then at your hips right above your ass. you can sense his hesitation so you decide to apply some pressure into the kiss and roam your hands over his broad shoulders to tigger his tendencies.

it worked since he gently palms it through your dress, eliciting a soft moan from you. now that did trigger his urges. bending down, miguel grabs the back of your thighs and lifts you in his arms. instinctively, you wrap your legs around his slightly pinched waist as he walks towards the bed. very carefully, miguel placed you down the mattress, hovering over you, yours lips never detach. your fingers dig into his brown curls as your passionate makeout season continues.

you softly sigh as his lips brush along your jawline then your delicate neck. fingers playing with his curls, making miguel’s mind hazy.

he leaves a few more butterfly kisses on your neck before lifting up. miguel glances at your chest then your eyes. “puedo?”

you nod with smirk, hiding your excitement.

his fingers grip on the zipper on the front of your dress and slowly pulls it down. miguel bites back a moan as peeks of your cleavage are revealed to his lustful eyes. a glimpse of your black lacy bra hugging your breasts perfectly like a gift.

you inhale sharply as his large palms gently cup them. he gives them a gentle squeeze, eliciting a soft gasp from you. board palms playing with the soft squishy fat, kneading it with expertise. the lacy fabric of your bra on his fingertips. the addicting sensation makes you arch your back, chest leaning into his touch. miguel buries his face in your cleavage, kissing and licking the soft skin. a moan falls from your lips when his hands push them together, stuffing his face more with your soft tits.

one hand trails down to the hem of your dress. “is this okay?” he lifts his head to meet your gaze.

you hum with a nod.

miguel slowly pulls your dress off your body over your head then tosses it on the floor. his breath gets caught in his throat at the sight of your exposed body. eyes roaming over each curve.

his admiring gaze makes you a little nervous. it’s been a while since you’ve been intimate with someone. last time was a one nightstand with some asshole, in the beginning he didn’t seem like one, and he only went straight for pound town, not silently worshiping like the mysterious man above is.

you also don’t want to be the only one almost naked. your fingers grip on his belt. “your turn, guapo.”

a low chuckle falls from his lips. “impatient.”

you help him unbutton his shirt, revealing his toned chest. decorated with chest hair. the sound of his belt unbuckling makes your body tingle in excitement, specifically down to your throbbing core.

your eyes widen in awe at his muscular form. chest hair, delicious abs, and mouthwatering happy trail. they widen more as you notice the large bulge in his boxers. you expected him to be big due to his large frame but the outline makes it look like a monster.

“lift up your hips for me.” he said.

you obliged, lifting your hips. miguel slides a pillow underneath, giving you some support.

he bends down towards your legs. grabbing one leg, his lips brush against your calf. miguel slowly trails up your leg, reaching towards your inner thigh. your heart raced in anticipation. your breath hitched as you feel his lips sucking your inner thigh. your core throbs terribly, desperate for him.

he grins against your skin as he feels your legs twitch. “impatient for me, huh gatita?” he slowly moves towards your clothed cunt. miguel’s grin widens as he hears a small whine from above.

“no te procupes, gaitia. i’ll make sure you scream my name.” his seductive words makes sends shivers down your spine. gripping the edges of your panties, miguel slowly drags them down your legs.

those crimson eyes never leave your exposed pussy as he tosses your panties on the floor. grabbing your thighs and placing them on his bulky shoulders, miguel dives in and licks a stripe up your throbbing core. making you shudder and let out a soft moan. he switches between licking you up and sucking your sweet bundle of nerves. those sweet noises you’re making encouraged him to continue.

“dios… you taste amazing, gatita.” he moans against you, sending vibrations through you. “my dessert tonight.” he says in between licking and sucking.

his lips suck bit more aggressively on your clit, causing you to moan loudly. instinctively, you dig your fingers in his hair once again. each lick and suck makes you grip on his hair tighter, earning a muffled groan from the brunette man.

“miguel!~” you moan, arching your back off the bed as he starts penetrating you with his tongue.

the tip of the wet muscle penetrating you perfectly. causing your back to arch like waves. instinctively, you grind against his face. endless moans spilling from your lips. you definitely weren’t expecting him to be such a munch. each flick of his tongue, lips sucking your clit contain with such expertise.

after more flicks of his tongue, you come with a wail of his name. gushing over his tongue with your sweetness. a shiver runs down his spine at how beautifully you sang his name. miguel drinks you up feverishly as if he found an oasis.

finally, he moves away from your now sensitive pussy. “delicious, gatita. best dessert ever.” miguel seductively runs his tongue over lips, collecting the leftover of your sweetness. the sight makes your pussy flutter. he caught that and smirks.

grabbing a condom packet from the nightstand, miguel swiftly takes off his boxers. his cock bouncing out from its confinements. your eyes blown out by the size of it. holy shit he’s really fucking huge. there is no way that will fit inside you. your pussy, however, throbs for it, despite its size.

he sensed your apprehension. “i’ll be careful. lo prometo, gatita.” miguel climbs back on the bed, hovering your smaller figure.

“do you trust me?” he asks softly. “if we need to stop, tell me.” sincerity in his tone.

you nod. “i trust you.”

gripping his cock with a hand and the other on your thigh, miguel aligned himself with your entrance. a shared moan mingles in the steamy air as he slowly slides through your tight fluttering walls.

“fuck- so tight, gatita. gotta let me in a little more, por fav.” miguel groans.

you try by spreading your legs as much as you can, giving him the space he needs. a soft whimper falls from your lips as you feel his bulbous tip settled against your sweet spot. as soon as he bottoms out and you give him the green light, he does a slow thrust. eliciting a soft moan from you.

gingerly taking both your wrists with one hand, miguel’s gaze is locked with yours as he slowly kisses them then pins them above your head on the pillow.

“gonna make you feel good, hermosa.” he whispers huskily before capturing your lips with his, slowly thrusting into your tight cunt.

your moans and whimpers are muffled, sallowed by miguel’s lips. his cock slowly dragging out before plunging it back inside your fluttering walls with a deep slow thrust, allowing you to feel every inch of him. even with the condom on, you feel all of him.

miguel is in awe of your blissful expression. fluttering lashes, brows furrowed, gorgeous eyes rolled back, pretty sounds falling from your lips, back arched. a sense of pride flowing through his veins, knowing he is causing those movements of ecstasy.

“hermosa… taking me so well.” he softly pants, face leaning closer towards yours. his panting gently hitting your face as he admires you.

“oh miguel~” you moan as a big deep thrust hits your sweet spot. back arched for the hundredth time.

he lets out a groan as he feel yours walls clenching his cock. going insane at the sensation, motivating him to slowly pick up the pace of his hips.

obscure sounds mingles in the hot air of sex. your moans and his groans in unison. his hips snaps against yours at a faster pace. with his free hand, it travels down to where you’re connected and flicks your clit with his middle finger. causing you to moan loudly which makes him smile, back arched off the bedsheets at the sudden intense sensation. your hands balled into fists, nails digging into your palms.

“no other man has fucked you like this, huh gatita?” he pants above you. a grin on his face that grows wider when you shake your head followed by a whine.

the bed rocked due to miguel’s slight harsh thrust. the headboard repeatedly hitting the wall. he’ll get complaints from his neighbors but doesn’t give a shit. this intimate moment with you is more important than worrying about disturbing his dumbass neighbors’ slumber.

a few more rough flicks to your puffy clit and thrusts against that sensitive spot, you come with a wail of his name. gushing over his concealed cock, miguel wishing he could truly feel it but accepts it and is too mesmerized by your angelic expression as you reach the pinnacle of pleasure so beautifully.

as soon as he gently releases your wrists, you use all your strength and flip positions. miguel’s eyes go wide as he’s suddenly laying on his back, impressed by your sudden take of control but oh so loves the view above him. resting your hands on his abs, you ride his cock after feeling desperate to do so. another loud moan escapes your lips. you feel him deeper in this position. all the way in your guts.

large palms grip the fat of your hips, tightening with each roll of your hips. while riding the fuck out of him, you suddenly remembered you’re still wearing your bra. quickly unclasping it with a hand, the garment falls off your chest, freeing your breasts. miguel’s eyes widen, a groan rumbling from his chest at the sight of your exposed breasts. watching them jiggle as you bounce on his dick. a thin layer of sweat coating them like a dressing.

a deep feeling of hunger bubbles in his body. his hands on your hips travel up to your bouncing tits and gropes them. kneading the soft mounds feverishly. relishing the squishiness in his palms. with his thumb and index finger, he pinches your perky nipples then gently tugs them. eliciting a loud whine from you. the reaction makes him grin.

a loud groan erupts from his throat, throwing his head back against the pillow as you circle your hips in sinful manner. “oh fuck- mami…” instinctively, his hands return to your hips, tighter this time.

your legs were about to give out due to the burning sensation but miguel’s hands on your hips guiding you was a big help. the more you bounce on his cock, the faster both your orgasms were approaching.

“fuck- i’m gonna—“ miguel cuts himself with a load groan as he reaches his climax. spurting thick white ropes into the condom, filling it with his seed. secretly wishing it was your pussy.

you come as well, marking it as your third time tonight. you’re never orgasmed so much in your life. definitely an incredible experience.

you collapse on his chest and miguel immediately wraps his arms around you. your pants echoing the room as you both recover from your highs. his thumb tenderly rubbing up and down your spine as comfort.

after a few minutes to recover, miguel tossed out the used condom in the trash and carefully cleans you up with a towel from his bathroom. after cleaning up and giving you a water bottle, he then joins you in the covers and allow slumber to call both your names.

you never forgot that night.

you left that morning before miguel woke up. a part of you felt guilt but it was a one nightstand after all. despite the chemistry between you two. some things are meant to end. it’s just how life is.

besides, you’ll probably never see him again. miguel radiates that mystery guy vibe who’ll you will meet once and never again afterwards.

you really liked him, you really did. still do, in fact. he never left your mind. his touch still lingering on your skin like a ghost. how good he made you feel, the sex and conversations with him. you felt so comfortable with him. however, it was just a one time thing.

oh well.

now summer activities are over and the new school year begins. another year giving lectures. you love your job as a professor, encouraging and motivating students to become their best.

each year is different. you’re excited to see what’s in store for this school year.

dressed in a fresh outfit for the first day. a baby pink blouse with a long white silk skirt. after your first two lectures, you decide to head to the teachers lounge for a quick cup of coffee. you didn’t go to your usual cafe this morning since you were in a bit of a rush.

entering the lounge, you head over to the counter where the coffee maker is. waving and greeting fellow colleagues on your way in. once you make your coffee, you stir it with a plastic spoon. after enough stirring, you take a small sip to test if it’s good. a satisfied hum from your lips says it all.

as you turn around to start your journey back to your classroom, your heart drops.

standing across the room talking with a few other male colleagues, a man with brown hair and stands way taller than his two counterparts. clad in black button up shirt and dark denim jeans. a pair of thick rimmed glasses settled over his eyes.

miguel.

the same miguel from the stupid party.

the same miguel you fucked that same night.

suddenly, you feel paralyzed. a wave of shock coursing through your body. jaw dropped and eyes popping out of your damn skull.

he’s a fucking professor here? at the same fucking university as you? what the actual fuck.

you fucked a coworker?

oh fuck.

those thoughts pause the moment his eyes meets yours before widening as well. his expression matches yours. a wave of anxiety hits you.

shit shit shit.

your body goes into panic mode and you bolted out of lounge. not sparing a glance at him. anxiety consumes your body like a virus. heart pounding in your chest as you hurriedly walk down the hallway. you didn’t notice the concern looks given your way as you rush back to your classroom.

a sudden wave of nausea hits you as you enter your classroom and hurriedly shut the door. tossing your coffee in the trash. the nausea destroyed your thirst and hunger simultaneously. holding your hands close to your chest, you slowly slide down against the door before sitting on the cold tile floor. the rapid drumbeat of your heart echos in your ears. chest heaving frantically and eyes fluttering.

this can’t be happening. this can’t be true.

miguel is a fucking professor?

but you’ve never seen him before in previous years. you’ve been teaching at nueva york university for four years. never once you saw his devilish handsome face on this campus. you’re 100% sure of it.

oh shit- is he new?

word has been announced a new professor, a biology professor specifically, has been hired.

oh my god- it’s fucking miguel.

glancing at the clock on the wall, your phone was on your desk so you couldn’t read the time easily, it’s an hour before your next lecture. that gives you time to deal with this mindfuck and calm down.

all you pray is to not run into miguel at all.

that ultimately fails when he catches you in the parking lot.

“don’t touch me.” you aggressively shrug away from his light touch on your upper arm, stomping your way to your car as fast as you can.

“please, can we talk?” miguel pleads, almost sounds desperate as he follows you like a lost puppy.

“no, stay the fuck away from me.”

“hermosa, pro favor—“

“stop!” you whirl around with bloodshot eyes, making him stop in his tracks. “stop following me! i don’t wanna fucking talk to you… at least, not in public…” you quickly glance around the parking lot, making sure there’s no bystanders.

his eyes do the same before sighing, his shoulders slumped. “i know, just please let me explain to you.”

you shake your head. “i said not in public.”

“then let’s go someplace else.”

“i’m not going anywhere with you.”

he frowns, secretly butthurt. “¿porque?”

“because i don’t wanna be seen with you because we’re coworkers! when people see us together too close, they’ll get the wrong idea.”

another sigh escapes his lips, understanding what you’re implying. “i understand but we really do need to talk—“

“no, we’re not talking. end of conversation.” you stomp your way to your car, which was only a foot away, ignoring miguel’s pleads.

part of you really wants to talk to him, know what the fuck is going on. it’s the right thing to do but the potential gossip of two professors hanging out with each other a bit too closely which could jeopardize you both consumes your mind.

miguel gives up and stops chasing after you once you got into your car and drive off with a pissed off face. shoulders still slumped as he sighs, feeling defeated and a little frustrated.

“fuck…” he curses at himself, running a hand through his brown curls.

you avoided miguel like a fucking plague.

cooped up in your classroom majority of the day. the only times you’d leave is to use the restroom, fr an a quick snack from the local campus cafe, meet other professors for discussions.

luckily, miguel hasn’t shown up to your classroom. probably doesn’t know which room number is yours. although, you don’t doubt he has asked others for it. but still, he hasn’t shown up yet.

you never stepped foot in the lounge in fear of seeing him there like the previous time. too afraid to see his large silhouette around campus and chase after you.

you feel so fucking guilty. you truly are making this worse and awkward than it already is. you should talk to him, sort this shit out. communication is key.

but fear is consumes you like virus.

you fucking a coworker would cause a scandal. okay, maybe you’re being a little dramatic. you and miguel are both adults and professors. you just don’t want drama or gossip spreading around. coworkers whispering behind your back. that’s the last thing you need, more bullshit added to your list.

you exhale deeply as you walk down the hall towards your classroom. the first lecture starts in 20 minutes so you had time to grab breakfast at the campus cafe. a croissant sandwich and fruit.

“hey!” a familiar male voice calls out.

turning around, you see your coworker eddie. a sigh of relief leaves your lips, thankful it’s not miguel.

“hey, eddie.” you greet your friend with a smile.

“hey, me and the guys are meeting at jackie’s tonight. you still planning to come?”

the guys consist of you, eddie, your coworker peter and his wife mj, your other coworker jessica and her husband. eddie used to bring his girlfriend anne until they broke up. almost every friday, you all would head over to jackie’s, the local bar for funnies.

you nod with a smile. “yep, i’ll be there.”

“okay, cool! also, should i get red or white tulips?”

you quirk a brow, smirking. “you’re really trying to win back anne, aren’t you?”

a shameful smile plastered on his face. “yeah…” he awkwardly rubs the back of his neck with a hand.

you sigh, shaking your head with a smile. “white because they represent forgiveness.”

eddie claps excitedly with a big grin before pulling you in a quick, tight hug. “thank you, thank you, thank you! you’re the best!”

you chuckle at his enthusiasm. “of course, eddie.”

“see you tonight!” he lets you go then starts walking away with a wave.

you laugh, waving back. you hope things work out for him and anne, unlike you and miguel. you dismiss the thought with a head shake and walk away.

unknowingly, a pair of jealous brown eyes observed the interaction from down the hall. miguel knew eddie, one of the coworkers he became acquainted with on his first day. he sometimes gets on miguel’s nerves with his shitty ass humor, and consistent crying about his breakup with anne.

but oh eddie was really on his nerves when he pulled you into a hug. miguel’s jaw clenched and fists tightens at the intimate moment. he knows eddie is still in love with anne, would never chase after another woman because his heart still beats for her. by the interaction, it seems you two are friends which is totally fine. it’s normal to have friends.

but miguel’s brain says otherwise. eddie’s arms wrapped around you made his eye twitch. jealously boiling in his veins. miguel knows he shouldn’t be jealous because you’re not his and he’s not yours. but his feelings for you are strong. he wished it was him giving you that hug, just to feel you in his arms again.

your distant behavior was taking a toll on him. turning on your heel the minute he sees you and tries chasing you but ultimately fails. it leaves him upset and frustrated. miguel needs to talk to you.

he needs to find a way.

he has find a day to talk to you.

as you’re walking down the hall to your classroom, a yelp falls from your lips as you’re suddenly yanked by the arm into a supply closet. whirling around to face whoever snatched you, your eyes widen.

“motherfucker…”

“i’m sorry, i didn’t have another choice.” miguel holds up his hand cautiously.

“dragging me into a supply closet, where the janitor can clearly walk in, was your only choice?”

he lowers his hands. “okay, not the greatest idea but i just need to talk to you.”

“no.” you try moving past him but his bigass frame blocks you completely. “ugh! move, miguel.”

“not until we talk.” he said sternly, crossing his arms.

you groan, rolling your eyes. “ya te dije, i don’t wanna talk to you. especially not here, miguel.”

“tell me why you’re freaking out and i’ll let you go.”

anger and impatience boils in your veins. nails digging into your palms as your fists tightens. “i swear, if you don’t move i’ll—“

“what are you gonna do, gatita?” he coos, smirking.

“don’t call me that, especially in public.”

“we’re in a supply closet, there’s no one else.”

you grown out of frustration. “ay por dios, miguel! let me out! i have a class in 10 minutes!”

miguel just stands there with an intimidating expression, piercing eyes looking down at you. his heart races in his chest. being so close to you again makes his mind hazy. it’s been weeks, almost a month since you’ve been in the same space, standing so close to each other. he fought his demons to touch you, hold you in his arms.

you whine, running both hands over your face. you can’t believe this is happening. locked in a closet with the man who’s been constantly on your mind. tossing and turning in your bed having wet dreams about. whose touches still linger on your skin.

you hate the way he towers over you so easily. you hate the way he can corner you with his big frame. you hate the way your heart is racing because of him.

“fine, you wanna talk? let’s talk. why didn’t you tell me?” you fold your arms, mirroring his posture.

you went straight to the point.

miguel sighs, frowning. “first, you never mentioned you worked at a college. second, at the time i didn’t know if i was getting the job or not. i didn’t get a call until a week after we met.”

allowing his words to sink in, you do remember not mentioning you’re a professor at nyu. you kept personal information private.

“okay, the first part is on me.” you state before sighing once again. “fuck…” you lean against the wall with a thud, staring at the ceiling to avoid his eyes.

“trust me, i’m just surprised as much as you are.” miguel takes a small step closer.

you look back at him, staring at each other for a moment. if you had superhearing, you’d hear both your rapid heartbeats. the close proximity makes you and miguel anxious, bashful messes.

quickly blinking, you snap out of it. “there, we talked, bye.” swooping past him, you quickly open the door and walk out, not giving him enough time to react.

thankfully, there wasn’t anyone in the hallway. rushing back to your classroom, you swiftly close the door and sat down at your desk. you let out a deep breath before slouching down in your chair.

you can’t believe that just happened.

coffee and books, two of your favorite things. you pay a visit to your local bookshop café. you spend an hour and a half slipping on coffee while reading a murder mystery novel. once it’s time to leave, you pack up your things and exit the little café.

the night sky above tells you it was late. on the path home, you pass by a sketchy alleyway. decorated in graffiti and trash scattered among the floor. a shadowy figure emerges from the shadows.

“hello, gorgeous.” a homeless man.

you ignore him, picking up the pace so you can avoid the man at all costs.

“don’t walk awayyyy.” the idiot slurs.

“please, stay away from me.” you keep on walking but you can hear his footsteps behind you. anxiety begins creeping through your veins.

“whaaat, i’m not gonna—“

“leave the lady alone.” a third voice said.

turning around, you see miguel standing in between you and the homeless guy.

“s-sorry, man.” the man holds up his hands in surrender. a slightly frightened look on his face before walking away like a coward.

with a stern frown, miguel keeps a cautious eye on the guy until he was completely gone. he then turns around, about to ask if you’re okay but you opened your mouth already.

“you’re following me, now? fucking creep.”

miguel lets out a frustrated groan. “i’m not following you. i just left the boxing gym and was on my way home then i saw you on the way.”

“uh huh, sure.” you narrow your eyes at him.

“ay mujer, when will you fucking believe me for once?” a sigh escapes his lips.

your eyes dart at his outfit. a black tank top and a matching sweatshirt over it. gray motherfucking sweats. strings of hair sticked to his forehead due to sweat. his duffel bag hanging over his shoulder.

fuck, he looks so good. you imagine him boxing, muscles rippling with each punch—

no, can’t have horny thoughts right now.

“what is this? my knight in shining armor? real fucking classic, miguel.”

“wh- no. that homeless guy wouldn’t stop bothering you so of course i had to stop him.”

“oh so what? you want my token of gratitude? sorry, i don’t have a handkerchief on me.” you pretend checking yourself for one. “i’ll just say thank you and goodbye.” you turn around and start walking away.

miguel blinks in disbelief at your childish tactics then proceeds to follow you. “you can’t just keep ignoring me and pretend nothing happened!”

“yes, i can.” you state firmly, still walking away.

“just talk to me!”

“miguel!”

a pregnant pause falls between you two. staring at one another. chests heaving, feeling breathless. your yelling cussed some heads to turn but neither of you care. people continue brushing past you both.

“not here…” you plead softly.

with a sigh, miguel silently nods and you both walk back to your apartment. the tension grew stronger during the silent walk back.

once you stepped foot into your apartment, you force miguel to take a shower because you don’t want his sweaty ass sitting in your living room. he teasing comment about showering together earned him a slap on the arm. his chuckling and smirk on his handsome face makes your skin crawl. he changed into his other set of clothes, different shirt and sweats. you take a shower after him, changing into a nightgown with a silky robe over it.

how the fuck did it get this far? one minute you’re avoiding him like a fucking virus at work, then he’s sitting on your couch after using your shower.

after offering him tea, you hand him is mug then sit down on the other end of the couch, leaving mic space between you two. much to his dismay but miguel understands and respects it.

another long awkward silence before miguel speaks up. “i was really happy i found you…” he glances at you. “i haven’t stop thinking about you since.”

that made your heart skip a beat.

“i really enjoyed spending time with you. i’ve never felt so connected with anyone before. i knew you were special the moment i saw you and i’m glad i decided to go to that dumb party to meet you.” he turns so he’s fully facing you. “believe me, spending time with you is better than any party.”

your heart did multiple summersaults. his words created butterflies in your tummy. never in your life someone had said such heartwarming words to you, nevertheless about you.

“when you left,” you notice his tone changes, a bit more sorrowful. “i was scared i’d never see you again. i asked some friends from the party if they knew you or at least your friends so i could find you. but i got no luck so i…” he pauses for a moment, sighing.

that guilty feeling returns, consuming your body. “i’m… i’m sorry i left. it’s just… i thought it was a one time thing so…” your gaze falters.

miguel frowns, upset but understands. he was about to say something but you continue on. he didn’t mind though. he wants to hear you.

“but the truth is i do feel the same way. i haven’t stopped thinking about you either. our conversations did mean something to me. i’ve never felt so comfortable with someone, especially right off the bat. it felt so nice having a sincere connection because it’s hard to find that with someone.”

you quickly glance up and see his expression softened. it reminds you of those conversations with him that night. how attentive and thoughtful he was.

“the reason why i’m freaking out is because coworkers dating isn’t really looked upon on well.” you tear away from his gaze with a shrug, concealing your embarrassment. “i didn’t want gossip spreading around and affect our jobs. especially you since you just started.” you let out another sad sigh.

that frown returns, but a concern frown. “hermosa…” scooting closer so he’s next to you, he gingerly cups your cheek with a hand, making you look back at him. “i appreciate your concern, a lot. i understand coworker relationships aren’t praised but honestly i don’t care.” he watched your eyes widen. “i don’t care what they say. what i do care about is you.”

your heart flutters, butterflies in you belly.

with both hands, he gently holds your face in his hands like the precious thing is in his palms. “i really like you, querida. i want nothing more than getting to know more of you, if you let me.”

at this point, you heart is beating like a drum. lashes fluttering and cheeks warm. his kind, heartwarming words washes your worries away. finally, you allow your heart to win. gently placing your hands on his wrists, you give them a loving squeeze. “sí.”

the corner of his lips curl up into a smile. a smile that makes your heart swoon. leaning closer, miguel gently pressed his lips on yours in a soft kiss. your hands leave his wrists to cup his face. his hands slowly move down your body, fingers skimming over the fabric of your silky robe waist as the kiss grows more passionate. instinctively, you wrap your arms around his neck and lean closer. his own secured around your waist, tugging you closer to him.

things escalated quickly, growing spicier. soft moans and groans. lips devouring one another. hands roaming around feverishly. left with no patience, miguel quickly rises from the couch and rushes to your bedroom, carrying you bridal style in his arms. your laughs echoing in the hallway.

perhaps everything was going to be fine. as long as miguel is by your side and you by his, no negative comments or criticism will stop you from loving each other. in fact, nothing but praises came your way when your relationship was later revealed.

everything was fine.

⠀⠀✸⠀⠀note.⠀⠀i had lots of fun writing this, definitely another fav of mine. kudos to @lazyjellyfish300 for the wrist kissing scene because of her post. thanks for the inspo, queen! ♡

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⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ୭୧　　.　　LOVE IN SECRET　　ᤢ　　♥︎

꒰⠀⠀⟡⠀.⠀ceo!miguel⠀𝓍⠀wife!reader⠀.⠀⟡⠀⠀꒱

ᤢ　.　summary　♥︎　੭　everyone at work assumes you and miguel dislike each other. however, they don’t know their boss and his assistant are married and have a daughter together.

ᤢ　.　content　♥︎　੭　modern!au, fluff, established secret relationship, domestic life, tiny suggestiveness but nothing serious, pet names, hispanic/latina!reader

the irritating sound of peter’s voice was making miguel pinching the bridge of his nose for the millionth time. imaginary steam like a train coming out from his ears. face red of frustration. internally swearing to the point of almost speaking aloud.

you recognize that face in a heartbeat. it happens almost everyday at work because some employees seem to stubborn or screw up whatever they are working on. it adds more anger and stress to your boss, or should say, husband. the company don’t know of your marriage with miguel or that you two have a daughter. for the sake of your job, you and miguel established an agreement to keep this relationship a secret. imagine working for your boss who is also your husband and you’re his assistant. yeah, that would turn many heads immediately.

luckily, you’ve been hiding it well for three years.

you decide to hate, or dislike each other as a method to conceal your relationship. always bickering when coworkers are present. during meetings, lunch, happy hours, in the hallways.

but in private? oh you two are love birds. cute kisses, or sometimes heavy makeout sessions which leads to much more interesting things. cuddling or simply embracing each other for comfort, especially if either of you are stressed out. discussing your daughter’s hobbies, school, soccer and ballet practices. plan dates that you two would go on later.

just two people utterly in love with each other.

although, it sucks to hide it during work but at least you see each other everyday. acting like enemies, putting on a show to convince people. it’s been working for three years. no one has suspected, well some do but not everyone.

“peter, i swear — if you keep saying that one more, i’m going to throw you out the room.” miguel mumbled under his breath, rubbing the temples of his forehead with a hand.

“what! i’m just saying that maybe—“

before the man could continue his sentence, a loud slam on the desk makes everyone jerk in their seats. you don’t, this isn’t new to you.

“¡ya cállete! everyone out!” miguel shouts.

to not piss of the boss even more, everyone scurries out the meeting room with fear illustrated on their faces. you simply sit there with folded arms, staring at your grumpy husband with an unimpressed look. of course when he means everyone gone, you stay.

once everyone’s out the room and the blinds closed, you finally speak. “well, that went well.”

a scoff escapes his lips. he loves your sarcasm, one of his favorite traits about you. the only person he could tolerate their sarcasm.

“ese pinche mamón doesn’t pay attention to what i say.” he pinched his nose again. “sometimes i wonder why i even hired him in the first place.”

you huff, getting up from your seat and walking towards him. “he’s your best friend, that’s why.” you stand behind him and gently wrap your arms around his bulky shoulders, chin resting on top of his head.

miguel immediately relaxes in your touch, slouching a bit in his chair. “best friend, sure.” he huffs, rolling his eyes. “still a pain in the ass.”

“that’s how best friends are, whether you like to admit he’s your bestie or not.” you give him a light, comforting squeeze on the shoulders.

a low sigh spills from his lips. “pues si, i guess…”

“but hey…” you unwrap your arms and turn his chair around so he’s facing you. “let’s forget about work and focus on gabi’s ballet recital tonight, ¿vale?” you cup his face, your whole world in your palms.

the frustration vanishes from his face and is replaced with adoration the moment he sees your face, ultimately melting under your touch. “sí, she’s going to be amazing tonight.” his beefy arms wrap around your waist, gently pulling you closer towards him so there isn’t much space between you.

a soft smile forms on your face. “she will be. she’s been practicing for weeks now and she’s so excited about it. also her soccer game on saturday, too.” your thumbs caress his cheeks with such tenderness.

“active girl, como su mamá.” he mirrors your smile, gazing at you with pure adoration. broad hands gently squeezing your sides.

you scoff, rolling your eyes playfully. “ay si, working for her dad keeps me very active.” lots of sarcasm which ends with those heavenly chuckles of your husband that you love so dearly.

“and i tend to keep her mom active.” his hands squeeze your sides again in a teasing manner, earning himself a giggle that is music to his ears. “the recital is at 6:30, ¿sí?”

“mhm. after i get off, i’m picking her up from school and then help her get ready. make sure you leave on time, remember last time?” you shoot him a light glare, quirking a brow.

you can see the guilt forming on his face as flashbacks of last time when he barely made it out the door and was practically sweating when he entered the ballet studio consumes his mind. luckily he managed to get there right when the recital started. you forced him to take a good shower after.

“no te procupes, mi alma. i promise to be out way beforehand.” he smiles reassuringly.

“you better or your dumbass is sleeping on the couch.” you threaten playfully but you’re being serious and miguel knows that fairly well.

the man chuckles, nodding. “si, señora.”

you two smile at each other before leaning closer and collide lips in a passionate kiss. one of the very few moments when you can be intimate. to be a married couple without any worries or prying eyes.

“okay, i gotta go get gabi now.” you say as you break away from the kiss, hands still cupping his face. “see you later? and don’t be late.” you hold on a finger as a warning, lightly glaring at him once again.

he softly chuckles, gently grabbing your hand and bringing it up to his lips to planet a soft kiss on the back of it. “lo prometo, mi reina.”

a soft smile forms on your face. “te amo.” you plant a quick kiss on his lips before moving out of his hold.

“te amo más.” miguel whispers before gently swatting your ass as you walk away, the cheeky action making you smile and roll your eyes.

“is papí gonna show up on time, mamá?” your adorable nine-year-old daughter asks, looking up at you through the mirror as you brush her hair.

“sí, mi cielo. papí promised this time he’ll be out the door way before this time.” grabbing a hair tie from the drawer, you gently pick all of her hair and make a ponytail before turning it into a bun.

the little girl smiles. “remember how sweaty he was when he ran inside? he was so stinky!” she giggles.

you giggle as well, remembering exactly how stinky miguel smelt and you shoving him into the shower the minute you got home that night.

“he was very stinky.” after clipping her baby pink bow on her head, you spray hairspray to seal the bun. “he won’t be stinky this time, that’s for sure.”

the two of you continue giggling before the sound of the front door closing makes you stop. gabriella rushes out of the bathroom and runs down the hallway to greet her father with much excitement. you quickly follow her, eager to see your husband.

“papí!” gabriella squeals as she runs up to her father with a big smile and jumps into his arms so abruptly, which he quickly catches her.

he chuckles wholeheartedly. “hola, mi princesa.”

“you’re home early! yay!” the little girl exclaims.

“sí, princesa. i wanted to come home early so mamá and i can take you to your recital.” he smiles.

“yay! at least you’re not stinky.” she fakes a disgusted face, fanning her face to pretend he smells like he was last time.

a little frown settles on his face, shifting his gaze from his daughter to you. you simply shrug with an innocent smile. miguel shakes his head, smiling.

“no, i’m perfectly clean.” he gazes switched back to gabriella. “look at you, a ballerina princess.”

the little girl giggles, twirling in her puffy baby pink tutu. “sí! i’m the princess and mamá is the queen.” she walks back to you, grabbing your hand.

the compliment melts your heart. your daughter is utterly adorable. your precious baby.

“and you’re the king, papí!” she points at miguel.

the both of you laugh.

“sí, princesa. we’re one happy royal family,” miguel walks up to you. “y tú mamá es la reina de mi vida.” gently cupping your face, he captures your lips in a soft kiss that you happily accept and reciprocate.

his words were just a smudge cheesy but they make your heart flutter. such a romantic dork.

“tonto.” you whisper, making him smile.

“no kissing! save that for later! it’s recital time!”

the sass in your child’s tone makes you and miguel laugh. she definitely gets it from you.

the ballet recital was a success. gabriella did an amazing performance, as well as the other children. you and miguel are proud of your little girl. you went to a diner afterwards and treat her with ice cream of her favorite flavor. now looking forward to the soccer game on saturday. but, you have to deal with work before you could indulge in that.

miguel is in the middle of a meeting when you wander in the room with a file on your hands prepared to give him. you notice his eyes lighting up as soon as you enter, making you almost smile but immediately stop yourself from others noticing.

just as you hand him the file, jessica stops speaking whatever she’s discussing and looks at you two with a skeptical yet unimpressed look.

“forgive me for stopping but come on, you two. just admit you guys are together.”

the meeting room went silent, the statement lingering in the air. everyone turns and face you both with anticipation, waiting for your answer.

well, shit.

you and miguel share a worrying glance before he rises from his seat. a bulky arm sneaks around your waist, gently pulling you closer towards him.

“yes, we’re together.” he states, feeling prideful.

you watch jaws drop and eyes wide in surprise. others, like jess, don’t seem surprise but rather relieved the suspicion is gone and truth revealed.

“we’re married.” you hold up your left hand and show off your big ass diamond ring.

some gasps but mostly aww’s fill the room.

“and we have a daughter.” miguel adds.

now that shocked everyone.

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⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ୭୧　　.　　BUMP IN THE NIGHT　　ᤢ　　♥︎

꒰⠀⠀⟡⠀.⠀miguel o'hara⠀𝓍⠀fem!civilian!reader⠀.⠀⟡⠀⠀꒱

ᤢ　.　summary　♥︎　੭　you live in a world of comic book characters, just pure fiction. however, one night you stumble upon a man dressed in a strange costume who looks exactly like those comic book characters inside your house.

ᤢ　.　content　♥︎　੭　fluff, little angst, goofiness, tension, mild suggestiveness (mdni), swearing, pet names, reader’s universe doesn’t have a spiderman, hispanic/latina!reader

you heard a light thud.

shutting off the water, you leave the unfinished soap covered dishes in the sink as you step away. drying your hands with a towel before tossing it in the sink as well. anxiety flows through your veins.

what the hell was that?

you live alone, besides your white terrier luna, in this house your parents left behind for you. you rarely invite people over due to work. the only time you do is for holidays, birthdays, or small gatherings with friends. other than that, you’re alone most of the time so hearing noises sorta freak you out.

maybe something dropped like one of your books from the bookshelf in your room. it’s an reoccurring thing. but it sounded so light for a book to drop. what else could possibly fell? was it even an object?

panic settles in your bones. glancing to your left where the living room is, you spot luna peacefully sleeping in her soft, periwinkle dog bed. of course she didn’t hear it, she’s far in doggie dreamland.

very slowly and quietly, you pull a knife out of the drawer and make your way towards the stairs. the noise came from up there. heart pumping out of your chest. blood rushing through your veins. frantic breathing due to the anxiety developing in you.

is it an intruder? a robber?

fuck. this is the last thing you wanted.

you just wanted to wash the dishes in peace before going to bed. why must this happen to you?

very slowly and steadily, you make your make upstairs. gripping onto the knife tightly, palm sweaty. your room is your first destination. as you make it up top, you can hear low grumbles from there.

fuck, there is someone here.

tightening your grip on the knife, you carefully walk towards your room. hiding behind the wall, right beside the doorframe, you turn a little to catch a sneak peek of the intruder. your eyes widen in shock.

a figure clad in a suit of vibrant red and dark blue. the fuck is that? a cosplay or something? you suddenly realize how tall the figure is. way too tall since your white dresser is literally half his size, right below his waistline. this bastard is muscular as fuck. broad back and his suit outlines each back muscle perfectly as if it’s sculpted. his shoulders also broad and thick. insane fucking biceps.

this dude is fucking ripped. he can murder you with his bare hands. probably snap you in half.

there is no way you can take this fucker down.

“este chingaletta…”

oh, he speaks spanish too? pinche cabrón.

the tall figure seems to be fiddling with something on his wrist. perhaps a watch or some sort.

inhaling a deep breath, you gain the courage to confront this intruder motherfucker. whether he’s a giant or not, he needs to get out of your house.

“get the fuck out of my house.”

the man swiftly turns around to see you standing at the door. the knife in your hand pointing at him. you witness the eyes of his odd-looking mask widening.

“hey… i’m not here to hurt you.” his voice is low and a bit musky. he slowly raises his hands in the air, a sign of surrender. “just put the knife down.”

“not a fucking chance.” you snarl with gritted teeth. “get the fuck out of my house or this knife is going straight through your fucking heart.”

a sigh escapes his lips, covered by his mask. “ay mujer… por favor, i’m not gonna hurt you.” his tone a mixture of pleading and frustration.

your eyes narrowed suspiciously. “hardly believable since you’re in my fucking house.”

he takes one step forward. “please just—“

“don’t!” you yelled.

“i’m not gonna hurt you! i’m not the bad guy here! i just accidentally teleported into your house!” he matches your voice level.

now you’re confused. “teleported? what do you mean teleported?”

another sigh from him, running a run over his masked face. “look, it’s hard to explain but trust me, it wasn’t my intention to barge into your house.”

“barge?!” you say in disbelief. “you’re invading my home! you’re a fucking intruder!”

“i’m not an intruder!” he exclaims, throwing his hands up. “at least it wasn’t my intention.”

you scoff. “pinches mentiras.” you eye him up and down. “what’s up with costume? this isn’t comic-con.” you gesture at his suit with the knife.

the man stares at you in disbelief but obviously you can’t tell because of his mask. “are you serious? you don’t know who or what i am?”

now the anger is replaced with confusion.

“what the fuck do you mean?”

“you don’t…” he quickly looks at the watch on his wrist, or what it appears to look like a watch. with a few taps, tiny holographic images pop up from it.

whoa, what the fuck? what kind of watch is that?

“that figures, you don’t have a spiderman in this universe.” he taps away the tiny images from the watch and looks back at you.

your face drops in utter confusion. “spiderman? the marvel character?”

“what? no—“ he sighs frustratingly.

“i’ve seen lots of cosplays but yours is different. cool but different. which spiderman are you supposed to be?” you lower the knife down to your side.

he blinks at you. “that’s not important. and i’m not cosplaying or whatever the hell that is—“

“well, i definitely haven’t seen that version of him. kinda badass, not gonna lie. the costume is cool.”

spiderman groans, on verge of lashing out, rubbing the temples of his forehand with a hand. “for the last time, it’s not a costume.”

you quirk a brow. “right.”

miguel rolls his eyes, growing more frustrated and irritated. “i don’t have time for this.” he grumbles, fiddling with his watch again. “chingado…” the man groans out of frustration. his gizmo isn’t working.

“having issues?” you taunt.

“cállete.” he hissed, still fiddling with his gizmo.

you snort as you walk towards him. “what kind of watch is that?” you tilt your head, staring at it curiously. it’s definitely more advanced.

“not a watch, a gizmo and i made it.”

your eyes perk up. “you made it? ooo lemme see.”

as you go try to touch it, he pulls back. “don’t.”

“oh come on, stop being ridiculous.” you try touching it again but he keeps pulling back.

“don’t touch it.” he scowls.

“sheesh, protective much?”

miguel rolls his eyes and you can definitely tell this time. “don’t you understand the concept of not touching what’s not yours?”

“i’m trying to help you, tonto.”

he scoffs. “you can’t help. you don’t understand how this works, mamona.”

now you roll your eyes this time. “fine, whatever. have fun struggling with your stupid ass watch.” you walk away, leaving the spiderman guy in your room.

not even 10 minutes, the spiderman guy heads downstairs and joins you in the kitchen. you continue washing the dishes you abandoned earlier. as you stack up the last dish, you head footsteps approaching. turning around while drying your hands with a towel, you see him standing on the opposite side of the kitchen island.

“couldn’t get it work, huh?” you taunt, smirking.

“cállete.” he scowls.

luna awakes from her slumber, stretching out in her little bed then hopping out of it before she starts barking at spiderman.

“¡ay!” he exclaims, startled by the barking. “can you tell your dog to stop barking?!”

“nope.” you shrug, making him groan. “she barks at people wearing masks so… if you want her to stop, you know what to do.”

he mutters something before deactivating his mask. it disintegrates, revealing his identity. immediately and like mentioned, luna stops barking.

holy shit. he’s handsome as fuck.

chocolate wavy hair. eyes with hues mahogany. the sharpest cheekbones you’ve ever seen on a person, let alone a man. very, very plump lips.

“oh shit, you’re hot.” you blurt out.

miguel stares at you with wide eyes. hints of reddish pink on his cheeks, feeling warm. heart skipping a beat. “uh… thanks…?” he averts your gaze, trying to conceal his bashful face.

“damn, you’re the most attractive spiderman cosplayer i’ve ever seen.”

a groan escapes his lips, pinching the bridge of his nose with a hand. “chingado contigo… i’m not a cosplayer, i’m actually spiderman.”

you snort. “right, right.”

“is the gizmo not enough proof for you?! or the fact my mask disintegrated?!”

you ponder for a moment. sure, the watch is heavily advanced. watching his mask disintegrate is definitely a phenomenon. holy shit - is this guy really spiderman? at least a version of him?

“okay, fair points.” you awkwardly clear your throat. “so… you’re actually spiderman?”

“yes.” he shoots you an unimpressed look, clearly fed up with your oblivious attitude.

“which one?”

“2099.”

you raise a brow. “spiderman 2099? as in the year 2099?” you fold your arms over your chest.

“as unbelievable it sounds, yes.” instinctively, his eyes immediately glance down at your chest for a moment. your cleveage sticks out more with your folded arms. the cups of your nightdress hugs it perfectly. fuck, why did he look? yeah he’s a man but miguel feels like a pervert. he hopes you don’t notice.

you did but you don’t care. you don’t sense creepy vibes from him. just a dude who happens to be spiderman from the future or some shit.

“so you’re from the future?”

“technically yes but from a different universe.” miguel watched your eyes pop out in surprise. he groans internally, knowing this was coming soon.

“a different universe? what the fuck is this ‘rick and morty’ shit?” you huff.

his brows furrowed in confusion. “wha— no, listen. yes, a different universe. there are an infinite amount of universes of spider people called the arachnohumanoid polymultiverse.”

you stare at him completely dumbfounded. “that is literally the most nerdiest shit i’ve ever heard.”

miguel frowns. “well, that’s what it’s called.”

“stupid name.”

his expression falls flat. “your opinion is irrelevant.”

“it’s a fact, stupid long ass name. change it when you get back to wherever the hell you’re from.” you turn away, opening the cabinet to grab something.

“you’re annoying.” he sounds irritated.

“i am but i’m truthful.” you grab a container of conchas you recently bought. you set it on the island then head over to the coffee maker near the fridge. “quieres algo? un concha, café?”

he observes you with a dumbfounded expression. “you’re offering coffee and sweets?”

“well, you’re practically stuck here until who knows how long so…” you pour coffee in your favorite mug. “do you want coffee or not?”

miguel remains silent for a moment. taken aback by your generosity. nobody has ever treated him with such kindness or even ask him what he wants. it’s true, it’s uncertain when he’ll return to his universe. he’ll have to remain here for the time being. for some reason, he doesn’t mind staying here, with you.

“uh… si, pro favor.” he said sheepishly.

you grab another mug and pour coffee inside. once both mugs are filled, you turn around and slide his mug across the island.

“gracias.” miguel grabs the mug and brings it up to his lips. a low hum of approval as he tastes the warm, delicious liquid. normally he prefers black coffee for work but this one is acceptable.

you two talk for a while over coffee and sweets. miguel explaining the multiverse. talking about the spider society and its origins. his universe and life. everything seems so fascinating yet bizarre. apparently spiderman, or a shit ton of versions of the comic book character, actually exist. that’s a total mindfuck. part of you believes this could be a dream, hence why you pinched yourself several throughout the conversation. but, it was real. he was real.

“after all this time, you never told me your name.”

he takes a sip of his coffee then carefully placed on the counter. “miguel o’hara.”

you respond with your name, taking a sip of your coffee and a bite of your pink concha.

as the night progresses, you and miguel talk for hours. learning more about each other. miguel still finds it strange how things change drastically. he accidentally transported to a universe that has no spiderman. accidentally transported into a random woman’s house and being accused as an intruder. now having coffee and sweets with the woman he just met, having a genuine conversation.

part of him is still concern about how or when he’ll return to his universe. if his gizmo will ever be fixed and work properly again. but considering the environment he’s in, warm and cozy, miguel isn’t in a rush. in fact, he enjoys your company. it’s been a while since he actually sat down and had a genuine conversation with someone. back in his universe, he doesn’t have anyone. but in this universe, he does.

and he likes that.

maybe being stuck here won’t be so bad.

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oharaslove · 20 days ago

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THIS RIGHT HERE LADIES AND GENTS!

It started so soft and then WOW

Love it!!!

Again, I can't help but melt with the nickname osito 🥺🥺. He is such a cutie

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ౨౿⠀ ۟⠀.⠀𝓢𝐎𝐀𝐏 𝓒𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝓚𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒 ⠀!⠀ ׅ ⠀♡⠀᠀

꒰⠀⠀⟡⠀.⠀miguel o'hara⠀𝓍⠀wife!reader⠀.⠀⟡⠀⠀꒱

♡ྀི⠀⠀·⠀⠀summary⠀⠀ ੭⠀⠀you decide to take a nice relaxing bath after a hard day when your husband surprisingly comes home early from saving the multiverse and joins you in the tub.

♡ྀི⠀⠀·⠀⠀content⠀⠀ ੭⠀⠀smut, 18+ mdni, porn no plot, fluff, established relationship, bathtub sex, unprotected p in v, creampie, fingering, praise, soft!miguel, hispanic/latina!reader

after a stressful day at work, you decide to treat yourself with a nice relaxing bath. the marble tub filled with clean water, pretty pink flowers floating, candles of your favorite scent lit up around the tub, the weeknd softly playing from your phone, an exquisite glass of wine as a cherry on top.

leaving your robe hanging on the wall, you let a soft hum when the warm water hits your skin as you enter the tub. the comforting warmth instantly relaxing your stressed out body. the worries and frustration work left behind melts away, replaced with relaxation. a much needed break from reality.

although, one thing is missing to make this relaxation session perfect: your husband.

unfortunately, he couldn’t be here with you to indulge in this peaceful moment. too busy with out saving thousands of lives, which you deeply admire him for and can’t be more proud of him. of course you understand his responsibilities, you knew what you got yourself into when the relationship started. your heart holds not only love but admiration for your husband. an incredible hero and leader of an astonishing group of spider-people. but you fell in love with the man behind the mask.

miguel o'hara.

a smile creeps up to your lips as you admire the beautiful ring adored on your finger, glimmering in the soft candle lighting. two years of marriage so far and many more to come, for eternity.

you close your eyes and continue relaxing in the warm water, your back resting against the edge of the tub. your hands slowly maneuver in the water and delicately play with the pretty flowers, observing them glide across the water through hooded eyes. droplets of water trail down your arm as you reach for the glass of wine and take a slip of it. a satisfied hum rumbles from your throat at the delicious taste. setting it back on the little stand, you start lathering yourself with body wash. the citrusy scent blesses your scenes while gently lathering yourself with a loofah, softly humming to whichever song plays.

“qué hermosa.”

the familiar, sexy voice of your husband makes you turn in surprise to find him leaning against the doorframe, clad in his iconic red and dark blue nanotech suit, a pretty bouquet of your favorite flowers in one hand that makes your heart flutter.

a smile graces your lips, pleased to see the man you love here at home. “how long have you been standing there?” you can’t help but tease him a little.

“more than i like to admit.”

catching him staring at you isn’t a surprise, it’s one of your favorite habits of his.

“peeping tom much?” you tease, considering you’re naked in a tub but his gaze never offends you.

“can’t blame me for having a beautiful wife.”

there he goes again making your heart flutter. even four years of being together, he still manages to make you feel like a shy schoolgirl.

“especially when she’s enjoying a peaceful moment like this.” miguel slowly makes his way towards you, those scarlet eyes never tear away from yours as he crouches in front of the tub facing you. “un ángel.” he whispers before leaning in to capture your lips with his. a soft, loving kiss and hearts filled with love.

“i missed you…” you whisper with fluttering lashes, caressing his cheek with a hand.

he gently takes your hand and presses a soft kiss in your palm. “yo tambien, mi reina. i always do, couldn’t wait any longer so i left jess in charge.”

“that desperate, huh?” you flash him that little smirk knowing it ignites a spark in him. “clearly you took a little pit stop on the way here.” your eyes flicker at the pretty bouquet in his hand.

“pues si, para mi esposa.” miguel observes you with a gentle smile as you admire the bouquet, delicately running your fingertips over the pretty petals.

“gracias, osito.” you sweetly kiss him, miguel gladly reciprocates and sets the bouquet on the little stand along with your phone and wine glass.

he tries to lean into your neck but your hands gently push him away, leaving him a bit confused.

“wait, i don’t want you getting wet.”

miguel can’t help but chuckle. you’re so cute, especially that cute pout. “mamí, getting wet is the least of my worries. i just wanna embrace my wife.”

“i’m literally covered in soap.”

“me vale madre, lemme hug my wife.” miguel doesn’t give you a chance to protest when his arms wrap around your soap covered body and finally embrace you like he has been wanting to do. you just gave in and embrace your husband, relishing his strong muscular arms around you.

“te extrañé mucho, preciosa. thought about you all day, just wanted to come home.”

your lashes start fluttering when you feel his lips leaving soft kisses on your neck, beginning to feel putty in his hold. “i’m glad you’re home and okay.”

god, how did he deserve an angel like you?

miguel always values the love and care you harbor for him. you are his safe haven, his home. after a long period of trapped in a black hole, he finally found the light he has been searching for.

“bad day at work?” he asks softly, moving away from your neck but remains close. his gloved fingers caressing your wet, exposed skin.

you let out a heavy sigh. “let’s just say people were being a bit difficult today.”

“hm, i’ll make things difficult for them.”

“i was actually thinking of strangling them but then they don’t deserve my energy. that’s why i came home and decided to take a nice bath.”

miguel softly chuckles, knowing you could’ve gave those idiots a piece of your mind since you’re quite a feisty woman but is relieved you chose to treat yourself something nice. you deserve it.

“looks very relaxing.” those crimson eyes scan the tub, the flowers, candles.

his eyes slowly rake over your glistening, soaked figure. from those pretty legs, to your torso, your soaped covered chest, up to the most gorgeous face he has ever seen. miguel has seen you naked countless of times before but this time is different. the sensual lighting of the candles, the non-subtle sexy music of the weeknd playing from your phone, you looking prettily in the tub completely naked and covered in soap. it all ignites a spark inside him, a carnal feeling. miguel can’t help it that his pretty little wife is sitting there with those gorgeous eyes, looking like a fucking goddess, completely naked.

“do you want something more relaxing?”

you recognize that hint of seductiveness in his tone, knowing where he is going with this.

“what do you got in mind?” you indulge in his playfulness, raising a brow.

a smug smile tugs on his lips. “lay back for me.”

his soft command makes your heart flutter and thighs squeeze subconsciously under the water. you scoot back until you’re resting against the edge of the tub. a rush of anticipation flows through your veins, wondering what he has in store for you. miguel scoots closer and slowly dips one hand into the tub, the glove disintegrates as he reaches the water, revealing his veiny calloused hand. you watch it disappear under the soapy water until your husband’s voice makes you look back him.

“eyes on me, preciosa.”

miguel smirks when you let out a pretty little gasp as his fingers glaze over your folds. taking note of the water shifting as your body jolts slightly. grinning ear to ear as his fingers find your pretty little clit and give it a few little circles, eliciting soft moans from you.

“keep those pretty eyes open, mamí.” your husband coos when you tip your head back.

you really try but it’s possible when this man is rubbing your bundle of nerves sinfully slow, it’s making your mind go berserk.

a loud moan erupts from your throat when two of miguel’s thick fingers slide through your tight walls, your left hand gripping onto the edge of the tub as support while arching your back. the bathtub water splashing a little as your body jolts.

“feeling better, bebita?” he coos while pumping his fingers in your tight cunt, softly groaning as your walls clench around his two digits.

“y-yes, oh my—” a moan interrupts you when his fingers reach that sweet spot inside. “miguel~”

“mi esposa hermosa~”

miguel admires your blissful expression. how beautiful you look while experiencing immense pleasure like you deserve. those pretty lips formed in an “O” shape, letting out the prettiest sounds ever that are pure music to him. those pretty lashes fluttering when he reaches that sweet spot over and over. you’re just so damn beautiful. he married a fucking goddess. sometimes miguel still wonders what the hell did he do to deserve you, nevertheless marry him. he feels honored to be married to you.

one of his favorite sights is seeing his wife experience beautiful pleasure. especially when you’re stress, it hurts him to see his angel stressed out or upset. you deserve it all the happiness and pleasure and miguel will forever provide it.

“mi amor, mi reina, mi alma, mi corazón.” miguel whispers sweetly against your lips, grinning at your blissful expression while pumping his fingers.

you softly mewl when his thumb rubs your clit. the slow, sinful circles on your sensitive pearl drives you insane. sliding up and down, side to side. you pull him closer by the shoulders and wrap your arms around them, needing to feel more, needing to feel him more. all you crave is your husband.

“i-i’m c-close.”

“ya sé, bebita.” miguel coos, his fingers picking up pace. “come for me, vale?”

you nod dumbly, too consumed by the intense pleasure his fingers were providing. that familiar warm sensation in your lower belly is approaching fast. a few more pumps of miguel’s fingers and flicks to your clit, you gush around them with a moan of his name right against his lips, tugging him closer by the neck to smash your lips against them.

“thanks.” you said breathlessly with a meek smile.

“ain’t finish, bebita.”

you squeal when miguel suddenly steps in the tub still in his suit, hovering over your smaller soaked form. a smug ass grin on his handsome face before smashing his lips against yours in a messy kiss.

“miguel! your suit!” your hands shoot up to his broad chest but obviously does nothing against him. cheeks burning, lashes fluttering, and completely flustered by your hunk of a husband above you in this small tub. well, actually it’s pretty averaged size but, to miguel, everything is small.

“no te preocupes, bebita. it can shut off, remember?” and with that, miguel’s suit disintegrates and reveals his nude form.

damn, you married some type of god. those scrumptious, bulging muscles that you love digging your nails into, especially his back. there is still scars of your nails from the other night. miguel loves it because it’s a reminder of you and your love for him, makes him smile when he sees it in the mirror every morning. he wears them like a badge of pride.

your lips collide again in soap covered kisses. your fingers digging through his soft brown hair then drag down to his back while miguel grips onto the ledge of the tub preventing him from crushing on top of you. groaning at the addictive sensation of your nails lightly dragging down his muscular back, almost causing him to break the damn tub.

“chingado- don’t do that or i’m gonna break the pinche tub.” miguel groans against your lips, heart fluttering at your cute giggles.

“then your big ass shouldn’t have gotten in the tub.”

he rolls his eyes. “then i’ll get a bigger one so i can make love to my wife properly.”

“then switch places because you ain’t breaking this tub.” such sass in your tone and he loves it.

you and miguel flip positions in the tub so you’re straddling him. your messy, passionate makeout session continues. your hands roaming over his muscles, lathering them in soap. his calloused ones roaming and groping each curve. underneath you feel his cock right against your throbbing cunt. aligning your cores together and gripping onto his shoulders as support, you slowly sink down his thick length. moaning in unison as you slowly take him inch by inch. no matter how many times you’ve taken your husband, the stretch always gets you.

your hips start off in a slow rhythm, feeling every vein of his thick cock among your tight walls. his bulbous tip kissing your cervix so perfectly, triggering an intense amount of pleasure coursing through both your bodies. feeling each other’s bodies so intimately, as if the entire world is a blur and only your love is the most important thing. an intimate moment in the small space of your shared bathtub.

“te quiero tanto, mi reina.” miguel whispers sweetly before letting a groan when you clench around him.

“te quiero, osito.” you moan prettily, arching your back as you continue riding him slowly.

with the help of his hands guiding your hips, you begin moving faster. moans of ecstasy bouncing off the four walls of the bathroom, water splashing and even some spilling out onto the floor. your back arches as miguel’s cock viciously pumps in and out of your tight pussy, repeatedly hitting your sweet spot. miguel perversely stares at your jiggly tits before leaning forward to capture one nipple with his lips and suckles on it, eliciting a moan from you.

“miguel~” your fingers comb through those wet brown locks, scratching his scale that makes miguel’s eyes roll back in pleasure.

each clench of your tight pussy and those pretty sounds drive him insane. pounding into that sweet tightness to hear more of those pretty sounds his beautiful wife is making. a beautiful symphony miguel will gladly listen to for the rest of his life.

who would’ve thought he would come home to see his pretty little wife in the tub and make love to her inside? he simply can never resist you.

his lips alternate between both nipples before finally pulling away to look at you, grinning at your blissful state. “mírame, preciosa.” he softly chuckles at your whine. “lemme see my pretty wife.” his fingers gently tilt your chin up to meet his lust-blown gaze.

oh, what a beautiful sight.

“e-estas loco.” you try your best shooting him a glare but too cockdrunk to really pay attention.

“para ti, si. fuck~” miguel moans.

you both try maintaining eye contact but the pleasure is driving you towards the edge. bodies covered in soap pressed together, your soft tits against his broad chest. your fingers playing with his hair, miguel’s hands gripping and groping your hips. souls intertwined as you make impeccable love.

“miguel, i—”

“i know, bebita. me too, come with me.”

that delicious heat in your lower abdomens quickly builds up as miguel continues fucking you harder. hands interlocked and eyes boring into one another as you and your husband reach the pinnacle of ecstasy. your gushy essence decorated over his cock and miguel’s thick ropes of cum spurting into your womb, milking every drop he gives. your hips finally come to a stop and you stay like that. foreheads pressed together, panting in each other’s faces, basking in one another’s presence.

“yeah… that was more relaxing.”

miguel weakly chuckles, giving your hips a gentle loving squeeze. “anything for my wife.”

you two remain in that position for a few minutes. your head resting on his chest, his arms wrapped around you, fingers caressing your skin. relishing this quiet, peaceful moment together. two lovers embracing each other in the bathtub.

“we should probably get out before we get all pruney.” you break the silence with a little joke. “and clean up the mess we made.” there is definitely large puddles of water on the floor that escaped the tub.

miguel huffs. “we probably should.”

“pizza for dinner?”

“sounds great, mi reina.”

#⠀⠀૮ ྀི ◞ ◟ ა⠀˚⠀.⠀𝒪𝑛𝑒𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑡⠀ ྀ⠀.⠀♡⠀#miguel o’hara x fem!reader #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o'hara x fem!reader #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o’hara x y/n #miguel o’hara x you #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara fanfiction #miguel o’hara fanfiction #miguel o'hara fluff #miguel o’hara fluff #miguel o'hara smut #miguel o’hara smut #across the spiderverse #spiderman 2099 #miguel spiderverse #miguel atsv #atsv miguel

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eatalyy · 2 months ago

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.. I GUESS I KNOW WHAT I WANT TO BE IN MY NEXT LIFE, A BUTTERFLY AND FIND MIGUEL

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀౨౿⠀ ۟⠀.⠀𝓢𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝓜𝐘 𝓦𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ⠀!⠀ ׅ ⠀♡⠀᠀

꒰⠀⠀⟡⠀.⠀miguel o'hara⠀𝓍⠀butterfly!reader⠀.⠀⟡⠀⠀꒱

⠀ ᰦ 󠄀 ྀ .⠀♥︎⠀summary.⠀while capturing a kraven variant, miguel didn’t expect it to be also a rescue mission. nevertheless meet a butterfly hybrid. the most beautiful butterfly those scarlet eyes have ever seen. but miguel refuses to grow attach to someone. how could someone so beautiful fall for a beast like him?

⠀ ᰦ 󠄀 ྀ .⠀♥︎⠀content.⠀angst, captivity, complicated feelings, insecurity, jealousy, hurt/comfort, fluff, smut, unprotected p in v, creampie, cunnilingus, face-sitting, wings play (if that’s a thing), praise, pet names, hispanic/latina!reader ( mdni )