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Salvation

Miguel O’hara x Female!Reader

Rating: E (Explicit)- MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Warnings: Cursing, violence, and explicit sex

Word count: About 7.7k

Synopsis: Your lunch date with Miguel goes awry when villains break out of containment at Spider Society and you’re captured.

Author’s note: Something about this man makes me want to write hurt/comfort sooooooo bad. So here’s some fluff, then angst, then comfort and smut! I hope y’all enjoy! Feedback is greatly appreciated!

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Miguel O’hara Masterlist

“Hey there, guapisimo,” you purred.

“Hola,” he replied absentmindedly before he froze and turned from his screens.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, his voice veering into scary-calm territory.

You gave him your most dazzling smile. “Lyla told me that now was a good time for a little visit, and since I only had a half day at work today, I brought you some lunch. You can’t only eat cafeteria empanadas, y'know.”

His grumpy composure cracked slightly, like it usually did when you were your most charming self, and the corners of his lips turned up slightly, which was the biggest smile you were likely to get from him while he was at work.

His grumpy work persona was, in your opinion, hilarious. Everyone took him so seriously, they had no idea how loving and gentle their boss secretly was.

Though, it had taken you quite some time to crack through his hard persona and find the sweetheart inside.

“Lyla,” Miguel said as the dramatic platform he worked on began lowering towards you.

“‘Sup bossman,” she said cheerily as the AI appeared above his shoulder.

“You can’t call my girlfriend every time I’m difficult to deal with,” he said, motioning air quotes at the second half of his sentence and using a tone that was clearly a mockery of Peter B. Parker.

You giggled and Lyla’s amusement matched yours.

“Don’t blame me! It wasn’t my idea!” she said before she disappeared again.

You stared up at Miguel as the platform continued its excruciatingly slow descent.

“Are you really going to make me wait down here for-” your words were cut off as a glowing red web shot out and attached itself to your waist. The air left your lungs as he suddenly pulled you up, up, up into his arms.

You wheezed slightly as he grabbed your waist, now with his hands rather than webs and set you down, purposefully letting your body run down the length of his as he did so. You glared as you looked up at him.

“You could’ve just jumped down,” you said.

He smirked, “What’s the fun in that?”

“Oh? You’re capable of having fun now?”

He scowled and you grinned.

“I missed you, baby,” you said sweetly as you handed him the container of food you brought.

He dropped it on the desk beside him and pulled you flush against his chest.

“I missed you too, preciosa, pero no esta seguro,” he said, his voice low and stressed.

“It’s not safe? This is literally spider society,” you replied.

“There are still times that it wouldn’t be safe for you to be here. We bring villains here daily and I don’t want a single one of them knowing anything about you,” he said and you rubbed your hands up and down his arms in sympathy.

“I don’t think your AI would invite me here today if it wasn’t safe.” you replied and kissed his cheek reassuringly.

He sighed in defeat, unable to argue with your logic.

“Stay away from where we keep the captured villains,” he murmured as he pressed a kiss to your lips.

You smiled against his plush lips and twined your arms around his neck.

“I’m not going anywhere without you, guapisimo,” you assured him.

He smiled and with strong hands on your waist, he lifted you up and sat you down on his desk.

“How was your morning?” you asked and he gave you the stank eye as he opened the container and handed you one of the sandwiches you brought.

He sat down in his chair right in front of you, the height of the desk making it so that you were actually level with him.

He shoved a huge bite of his sandwich in his mouth to avoid answering your question.

“That bad, huh?” you asked.

He sighed and shook his head.

“Why is everyone in the multiverse but you so annoying,” he practically whined as he placed a hand on your knee.

You giggled lightly then shrugged.

“M’just perfect I guess,” you teased.

He looked at you as if he could devour you for lunch instead of the sandwich in his other hand.

You bit your lip and the movement made his eyes flicker down from your eyes to your lips.

“That you are,” he agreed, his voice somehow even deeper and a lightning bolt of heat shot through you.

He smirked as he took in your reaction.

“Did you come here for another reason, preciosa? Is this not just an innocent lunch date?” he asked, entirely too cocky that he knew the answer to his own question.

You looked away in an attempt to hide your flustered expression. Your efforts were unsuccessful.

His hand slipped up from your knee to grip at the flesh of your thigh, right under the edge of your skirt. You turned to look back at him and his expression had darkened.

You wanted him to consume you.

“Finish your lunch, then I’ll give you what you came for,” he promised and you contemplated throwing the food right in the trash but you knew that doing as you were told would increase the pleasure of the outcome.

You obediently took a bite of your sandwich and he smiled. You definitely knew what you were doing when you picked this pretty sundress to wear today.

“Tell me about your day,” he murmured as his hand wandered up and down the length of your calf.

You began rambling, wanting to do anything to please the man in front of you, as you told him the ins and outs of your morning since he left your bed. You told him of the accomplishments of the day and perhaps a little bit of the office gossip as well. You knew he loved to hear you talk, he always asked you to take his mind off the fate of the multiverse that he was constantly stressing about. One of the things you loved so dearly about him though was that he never treated his problems and emotions as more important than yours, he always wanted to be there for you and listen when he had the time to do so.

Then you talked about what you were the most excited about, the logistics of moving in together. He had asked you to move in with him the previous weekend after an absolutely perfect date. You’d been together for about six months and it had been absolutely wonderful, even through difficult situations due to his Spider-Man alternative identity. And though he usually spent time at your apartment, you both agreed that his was nicer and it made more sense for you to move in with him.

“So I was thinking that I can finish packing by Sunday and then you can help me move in then?” you asked excitedly.

“Of course, anything you want,” he said and you knew he meant it. You knew he would bend over backwards and do anything to make you happy. You could see the excitement sparkle in his perfect brown eyes as he thought of a future of living with you.

Soon the food was finished and the desire in Miguel’s eyes had reached a point of ravenousness. His hands had continued to graze and explore your legs as you spoke and you were already dripping with need for him.

A whisper of your name dripped from his lips, the word spoken with reverence as if you were something angelic and holy. As if you were his peace and salvation.

And you knew his tight grip on his self control had snapped.

He pulled you down from the desk onto his lap and finally, finally pressed his full plush lips to yours.

You gripped his strong arms as he held you tight, and reveled in the feel of his chest pressed against yours.

His lips moved against yours and you opened up for him, reveling in the taste of him, and indescribable taste of Miguel, of the love of your life.

A cleared throat caused you both to look to the left.

“Sorry to interrupt, boss man, but we’ve got a bit of a situation here…” Peter B. Parker said as he rubbed his hand on the back of his neck awkwardly and turned his blushing face away from you.

Miguel sighed as he led you up off his lap and turned towards the other Spider-Man.

He stood, his presence towering and intimidating. It was kind of doing it for you.

“What kind of situation?” he bit out.

An alarm began blaring.

“Ay dios mio,” he muttered.

Miguel shoved you behind him as his mask covered his face and he looked around for the danger.

You placed your hands on his waist as you peered around his broad form.

“There was a malfunction with the traps and most of the captured got loose,” Peter said as he shot a web and pulled himself up to the platform where you stood.

“What?” Miguel asked through clenched teeth.

He whipped back towards you and leaned down and gently pressed his forehead against yours.

“Stay here,” he ordered.

“Okay,” you replied breathlessly.

He turned, shot a web, and swung out of the room.

Before Peter followed him, he said. “Hey there again. Good to see you, sorry it’s under these circumstances. Would you mind watching Mayday?”

He handed you the baby before you could even nod and was soon racing after Miguel.

“What the hell?” you breathed out.

So much for a relaxing lunch date with your boyfriend. Perhaps he was right about it being too dangerous for you to casually visit. It was hard when you missed him so much, though. You had a relatively good day at work, but the way Miguel had woken you up softly, lovingly, and thoroughly before your alarm ever went off- well, it left you feeling rather needy for him.

If you were completely honest with yourself, Miguel was right, your intention for this little visit might have been purely for a mid-afternoon quickie. It seemed like that was definitely not happening anymore.

“Hola princesita,” you coo at the sweet little baby in your arms.

She grinned widely as she wiggled around.

“You’re so cute y muy bonita,” you said as you pinched her chubby little cheek and she giggled.

The sound of an explosion made you jump and your wide eyes met Mayday’s equally surprised expression. You felt the urge to hide, but you were stranded on this raised platform.

Shit. You hoped the mayhem was kept far away from you and the baby. You peered over the edge of the platform and your heart began to pound. You backed up and accidentally bumped the screen which caused some sort of video feed to begin playing.

You whirled around and Mayday let out an adorable squeak as she saw her father on the screen. It appeared to be a live video feed of the main hall of the building, where all of the fighting was currently being contained. With one more tap, you had audio as well.

From your viewpoint it looked like absolute chaos.

“Lyla, what’s the progress on getting everything back online so we can contain these guys?” Miguel called out before he bit down on the neck of a rhino looking villain.

“60 seconds out!” Lyla replied and Miguel merely grunted in response as he threw the Rhino across the room.

You gulped as heat filled you. You were intimately familiar with those fangs… The way he moved was so ferocious and efficient. His style of fighting was very different from most other Spider-People, particularly due to the claws he used, and you felt a very physical reaction within you as you watched him. He was huge compared to the other Spider-people and even compared to many of their combatants. You turned Mayday’s head away from the screen.

“¿Dónde está tu papá? you murmured as you ran a hand through her thick red curls.

She made a confused noise as she looked up at you.

“Where’s your dad?” you repeated as you fiddled with the controls and switched the camera you were watching.

The little girl clung to you as she craned her head around to once again watch the screens. She squeaked excitedly as her father reappeared, his stupid pink bathrobe making it obvious that it was him underneath the spider suit. You grinned as you peered at her staring with wide eyes at her dad as he fought surprisingly well. You supposed she was used to the violence by now.

You heard the sound of a door opening and you whirled around as you realized it was not from the screen in front of you, but rather behind you.

A large man prowled in, his armored outfit fitted with terrifying claws.

“Ay coño,” you whispered and couldn’t help but grin as you heard Miguel yell the same thing at the same time through the screen behind you.

You crouched down and attempted to hide under the desk as you quietly shushed Mayday. Luckily, the child listened to you, she met your eyes- looking slightly scared, before she buried her face in your neck. You ran your hand up and down her back reassuringly.

You held a hand over your mouth to quiet your panicked breathing. You could hear Miguel through the screen ordering the other Spider-people around.

He jumped up onto the raised platform and you barely managed to hold in your gasp.

Shit.

The man walked closer to the screens you hid under. You clenched your teeth and continued to rock Mayday in an attempt to keep her content and quiet.

“Fucking Spider-Man,” the villian growled as he watched your boyfriend through the screen.

“Peter! You keep coordinating, and get things finished up. I’ve got to get back to my office to make sure my girl is safe,” Miguel called out and at least five Peter Parkers replied all at the same time. He sighed in annoyance.

Shit. You didn’t catch Miguel’s response as the man standing in front of the screens turned the audio feed off. It was right then that Mayday made a happy cooing noise as she started to fall asleep against your chest.

Your heart stopped.

A clawed hand snatched your ankle and yanked you out from under the desk.

Tears filled your eyes and you gritted your teeth as you did your best to struggle while still maintaining Mayday’s safety.

You looked up at the man above you as he pointed a wicked looking sword at your throat.

Your already pounding heart sped from a gallop to a sprint.

“Hello there,” he purred.

You gulped.

“So you’re the big one’s girl?” he asked as he pressed the blade against your skin hard enough to feel a sting.

“No…?” you tried to say confidently but because of your nerves it came out like a question.

Ay dios mio, you thought, you really needed to get better at lying. It was an inside joke between you and Miguel that you could never lie to him, partially due to his super senses, but the lack of that skill was certainly biting you in the nalgas right now.

The Prowler rolled his eyes and hauled you to your feet with a tight grip on your arm.

“You’re coming with me,” he said and you attempted to pull yourself back from him, but his grip only tightened to the point of pain.

You held in your whimper.

“W-wait! Let me put the baby down. Think about it, how difficult will it be to quietly escape with a baby in tow,” you babbled in an attempt to convince the terrifying stranger.

You could see doubt in his eyes so you plowed forward.

“She’s not my baby, I’m just a babysitter. Think about her parents and how scared they would be. That’s not what you want right? Y-you just want to scare…” you gulped, “my Spider-Man, right?”

His jaw clenched.

“Yes. Oh how Miguel O’hara will rage when he finds his lover is gone,” he said with a smile that made your heart sink into your stomach.

How did he know his name?

“Fine, put the baby down. Then let’s go,” he relented at your scared and pleading expression.

He released his grip on your arm and you turned and gently laid a sleeping Mayday in the hammock made of Peter’s spiderwebs that was attached to the side of the desk.

If it was another less stressful moment you would take a second to press a kiss to her little forehead and smile at the implication that Miguel was also at times an unwitting babysitter.

With a shuddering breath, you turned back to the Prowler. He grabbed you and placed cuffs on your wrists and ankles, made of some sort of nano technology similar to Miguel’s suit. Then, he slapped a hand over your mouth and when he pulled it off, a mask covered your face and nose that prevented you from screaming.

It filled with a bitter smelling gas and before you could react, you were pulled abruptly into unconsciousness.

When you blinked awake you found yourself strapped to a metal chair in what appeared to be an abandoned warehouse.

You took deep breaths as you took in your surroundings, relieved that the gag/gas mask had been removed from your face. You were surprised that you were tied to the chair with a rope rather than another futuristic gadget.

Your captor was suspiciously missing. You figured you should make the most of the time you had alone. You wiggled and jerked and yanked one of your arms in an attempt to free your hand. The rope chafed and ripped at your skin but with a few minutes of effort and only a little bit of blood you manage to pull your hand free.

You reached up to the spider necklace around your neck and pressed the small button on the back of it three times. You sighed in relief as it made a soft beeping noise that told you a distress signal with your location was being sent to Miguel.

The Prowler returned to the large room you were stuck in, a horrible smirk plastered on his face.

“Now all we have to do is wait,” he said.

Your heart dropped. This was a trap. Of course it was a trap. Why else would he have taken you other than to lure Miguel?

He pulled a chair, you cringed as it scraped against the floor, and sat down facing you, the chair backwards.

“Alright, pretty girl, tell me your name,” he ordered as he pulled out that same wicked looking sword and rested it against your throat.

“Gwen Stacy,” you choked out, saying the first name that popped into your head.

He rolled his eyes and the sword dug into your skin enough that you whimpered and blood began to trickle down your chest.

“I spent enough time at that stupid Spider Society to know a Gwen Stacy when I see one. Don’t lie to me again or this will only be worse for you.”

You gulped, which made the pain only sharper as he did not relieve the pressure of the sword against your skin. You rasped out your name and he gave you a feral grin as he clearly believed your answer this time. He repeated it and his tone made your blood turn cold.

“What is a girl like you doing with a drip like Miguel O’hara?” he asked.

You licked your dry lips. You didn’t answer him, unsure as you were of what to say. Your lack of response seemed to only increase his amusement.

“Does he love you?” he asked as he cocked his head to the side.

You tried to shake your head but grimaced and a tear fell from your eye as the blade dug into your flesh.

“No,” you choked out. “It’s new. We just started dating. I don’t even know if he actually likes me and-“

“I told you to stop lying!” he growled out between gritted teeth and your heart spiked at the anger in his eyes.

He pulled the blade from your neck and slid it across your arm. You screamed as he sliced a long gash across your bicep.

“Yes,” you sobbed. “Yes, he loves me. H-he asked me to move in with him last week.”

“Then this will be sufficiently painful for him, won’t it?” he asked with a cruel smile.

You couldn’t stop the tears from falling. They streaked down your cheeks even as you gritted your teeth and leveled your best glare at him.

“What about your pain?” a familiar, deep voice asked from the darkness in the corner of the dimly lit room.

You gasped in relief at the sound.

You saw him crawl across the ceiling and drop down directly behind the Prowler. Miguel ripped him away from you in a brute show of strength that made you tremble.

“That was a nice little trap you set up,” Miguel said so condescendingly you couldn’t help but huff a laugh through your tears.

He slammed the man onto the ground so hard that he made a choked wheezing sound. Miguel’s claws dug into the Prowler’s armor and a near animalistic growl escaped his lips.

“Miguel!” you squeaked as you saw the Prowler slip a thin dagger out of a sheath at his thigh.

Unfortunately your reaction did nothing but distract your superhero as he looked over at you in concern and he snarled as the man shoved the dagger into his side.

You gasped in horror as Miguel slammed the man into the ground once more, not once lessening his hold, even with the surprise and pain.

You heard a horrible crack of the man’s head against the ground. It clearly didn’t kill him though, because despite being dazed, he continued to fight back.

Miguel’s mask disappeared and as he opened his mouth you could see the sharp points of his fangs before he bit down on the Prowler’s neck and paralyzed him.

Your tormenter went rigid and Miguel hauled himself off him and turned his face to the side and spit out blood with a look of disgust on his face, a much different expression from the handful of times he had bit you and had your blood in his mouth.

You stared as the rage in his crimson gaze cooled to concern nearing the edge of panic as he took in your bloodied and disheveled state. You watched as the red in his eyes faded to the warm brown hue you were more familiar with. He breathed out your name.

“Lyla,” he called out.

She appeared over his shoulder, slightly less cheerful than usual as she peered at you in concern.

“Yes?” she asked.

He reached you and placed a gentle hand on your cheek as he knelt before you. You shuddered in relief at the reassurance of his touch. He used his claws to carefully cut through your binds.

“Could you please call for an extraction team?” he asked.

“On it,” she said and disappeared once more.

“Mi amor,” he said and the words dripped with heartbreak as they fell from his lips.

You tried to put on a brave face.

“Estoy bien. I think it looks worse than it is,” you attempted to reassure him.

His lips turned down into a frown as he shook his head in disagreement. Gentle hands turned your head to the side so he could better assess the cut on your neck.

He sucked in a breath.

“That bad?” you asked timidly.

“No, you’ll be fine. I just hate to see you in pain,” he said and there was an undercurrent of self loathing you picked up on and you reached for his hand and squeezed it.

He pressed a kiss to your cheek.

He pulled out a first aid kit, you weren’t sure exactly where it appeared from and assumed it was most likely something to do with the same technology as his suit which you definitely didn’t understand either. You scrunched your eyes closed, having no desire to watch as he pierced your skin with a needle.

“Lo siento mucho, preciosa,” he lamented.

You held in your whimper of pain for his sake as he stitched the cut closed. His ministrations were interrupted only by his ceaseless muttered apologies. He did the same with the cut on your arm as well and bandaged both as well as disinfected and wrapped a bandage around your rope burned wrist.

“What about your wound?” you asked in concern. Miguel let you carefully patch up his wound as well, sighing in impatience only a few times.

When you were done, he placed his blood soaked hands on either side of your face and gave you a kiss so soft and tender that you forgot how to breathe.

“Guapísimo,” you chided and he smiled softly despite himself as he rested his forehead against yours.

“It’s not your fault,” you whispered and he grunted in disagreement.

“C’mon. Let’s get you out of here,” he said. You kissed him once more then made a hum of agreement and allowed him to take you into his arms.

The extraction team showed up right as Miguel led you away from the paralyzed Prowler.

He jumped out the sixth floor window of the building and shot a web to catch you both before your breathless scream turned into something much louder.

You gripped him, wrapping your arms and legs tightly around him and burying your face in his neck to avoid the stomach dropping sight of the height you were swinging at. He kept one arm strong around your back and waist, holding you secure against his warm body.

After long enough that you started to feel nauseous, he landed and squeezed your waist twice to let you know it was safe to let him go.

You slid down his body until your feet could finally reach the floor and looked up at him.

He looked sad, his eyes watery and his mouth turned down into a frown.

“Gwen!” he called out, looking behind you and over your head.

You turned, finally taking in your surroundings, and to your surprise he had brought you back to Spider Society. You supposed he wanted to keep you close for the remainder of the evening.

“Yes?” she asked as she bounded towards you.

“I need some time to make sure everything is sorted. Will you please take her to my quarters and let her get cleaned up before calling someone from medical to check on her? Don’t let her out of your sight until I’m back,” he ordered and glowered at her until she gulped and nodded.

Her eyes widened as she took in your disheveled state.

She took your hand but he held his grip on you.

“I’ll be there soon,” he said and you nodded. He pressed one last kiss to your forehead before he let you go.

“Are you alright?” Gwen asked you as she led you towards the sleeping quarters.

You huffed an unamused laugh.

“Yeah, I’m okay,” you said.

“There’s blood-“ she started to say but you interrupted her.

“Miguel already stitched me up. I’m fine,” you reassured her.

Miguel. Oh, Miguel. You were worried about him. You knew what he’d already been through and you chewed on your lip as your concern grew that the events of this evening would throw him back into that dark place of anger and self loathing.

You knew he blamed himself for your capture and injuries. But you were fine, really, you were fine. Right?

When you reached the correct door, Gwen scanned her watch on the lock and Lyla popped up.

“Hello! D’ya need me to unlock the door?” she asked.

“Yes please,” you replied and she did with a blown kiss in your direction.

The bedroom was sparsely decorated but clean and relatively tidy nonetheless, which you expected. You’d never been to his room here at Spider Society that he only occasionally used as he had his own apartment and more often than not stayed at yours most nights.

There was a framed photo of you on the nightstand. A silly selfie you had sent him months ago with your lips puckered in a pretend kiss. It was so unexpectedly sweet that he would frame it and keep you close to him on nights he wasn’t in your bed that you had to blink back tears.

God, you were emotional. You just needed to sleep. Yeah, if you slept it off you’d be fine. Sure, you weren’t used to daily life threatening danger like your boyfriend and all his coworkers, but you could bounce back. You’re fine.

Perhaps people who are actually fine don’t have to tell themselves that they’re fine this often…

“Hey, you okay?” Gwen asked and you nodded quickly and tried to discreetly wipe your eyes.

There were two doors in the room, other than the one you came in. You walked to the first one and upon opening it, you found that it was his closet. You grabbed a t-shirt and pair of his boxers before you strode to the bathroom behind the other door.

Gwen followed your every step.

“I’m going to shower now,” you said to her with your eyebrows raised.

“Miguel said to not let you out of my sight,” she said as she awkwardly shuffled her feet.

“I’m certain he didn’t mean to watch me shower. Nothing is going to try and kill me while I’m in there. I’ll be fine. I promise. Sit down and get comfy, I’ll only be a few minutes,” you reassured.

She looked between you and the bed, the only place to sit in the tiny room.

“I can’t sit on Miguel’s bed,” she said like she was scared of his reaction.

You snorted.

“It’s technically my bed tonight. So sit down, chica. Don’t worry. I’ll take care of big grumpy Miguel,” you said with a wink and she laughed.

She did as you bid and you closed yourself in the bathroom. You turned the shower on and finally let more tears fall, hoping the sound would be muffled enough. Honestly, you felt like a weenie for getting worked up over a little kidnapping considering the spider people in the building who’d been through so much worse.

That wasn’t necessarily fair to you, though. Besides dating a superhero you had a relatively mundane life in which life threatening events were not the norm so a few tears were to be expected.

And soon Miguel would be here and you could comfort each other. You stripped your clothes off and looked at your reflection in the mirror. You were filthy, dust and stripes of dried blood coated your skin. Large bandages covered much of your skin on your neck and your arm. Your eyes looked glassy and you thought you could see bruises beginning to form in several areas. Finally your eyes landed on the life-saving spider necklace around your throat that Miguel had gifted you on your last birthday. Good god, you love that man.

You hopped in the shower, careful to keep your bandages dry and washed the grime and dried blood off your skin. You definitely felt better as the hot water washed the day off you.

You dressed, smiling at the way Miguel’s giant clothes truly didn’t fit you at all but made you feel so comfortable. When you returned to the room a Spider-Woman in a lab coat was standing beside Gwen.

“Hello!” she greeted you cheerfully.

“Hi,” you replied and passed her to sit next to Gwen on the foot of the bed.

“Can I check your wounds?” she asked politely.

“Go for it,” you replied. She peeled back the bandage at your neck and hummed her approval at Miguel’s work. Her response was the same at the wound on your arm.

She disinfected and rebandaged both wounds before giving you a list of instructions on how to properly care for them in order to avoid infection, but you didn’t pay much attention. Exhaustion was taking its toll and you were sure Miguel would be overly attentive to your wounds in the coming days anyway.

You thanked her and she nodded kindly before she left.

“How is Mayday? And Peter?” you asked Gwen.

“They’re both perfectly fine and safe at home,” she said and you breathed out a sigh of relief and flopped back onto the bed before burrowing under the covers.

“Good,” you breathed out.

“M’so tired,” you said.

“Yeah adrenaline does that to you once it’s gone,” she said.

“How long do you think it’ll be before Miguel comes?” you asked.

“Probably a while. There was a huge mess after the tech malfunction and then of course he trashed his office after you were taken. Soo…”

She trailed off as you stared at her wide eyed.

“W-we all saw the playback of you begging the prowler to leave the baby and only take you.”

You gulped.

“It was incredibly brave,” she said. “Peter B. was in tears and I think he’s about ready to make you her godmother.”

You chuckled even as you had to blink back tears for what felt like the millionth time in this never ending day.

“Miguel was…. beside himself.”

That sounds like an understatement, you thought. Though you can imagine your reaction if he were captured and injured would be explosive as well.

“Why does that prowler hate Miguel so much? And how did he know his name?” you asked with a yawn.

“All I know is that he is from this world, you and Miguel’s world. He must have had past run-ins with Miguel.” she said with a shrug.

“Hm,” you replied.

You supposed it didn’t really matter, the most important thing was that you were safe and warm in Miguel’s bed that smelled faintly of him. Where was he? You were becoming incredibly drowsy and feared you wouldn’t be able to stay awake long enough.

You were suddenly incredibly grateful that it was Friday and you didn’t have to worry about calling out sick from work for the next two days. Hopefully you wouldn’t look as battered come Monday.

The door opened and you popped your eyes open in excitement, not even realizing they had drifted closed.

Miguel leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, with a fond smile on his lips.

Gwen scrambled off the end of the bed as he looked over to her with a raised eyebrow.

“Thank you for keeping me company, chica,” you said fondly.

“Of course,” she said and gave Miguel a salute before she nimbly slipped by him and out of the room.

“Guapisimo,” you said as you reached out a hand to him.

He took a deep breath before he strode to you, shutting the door behind him. He pressed a kiss to your lips.

“Dame uno minuto,” he said as he turned towards the bathroom.

“Fine, but only one minute! I’ve been in your bed missing you for far too long!” you called out.

The growl he released in response as he closed the bathroom door behind him made your toes curl and was the exact response you hoped your words would elicit.

You heard the shower turn on and sighed, contemplating whether or not you should get up and join him but ultimately decided that as bad as you had needed a real shower, he definitely needed time to get clean too.

When he opened the bathroom door, hair wet, skin glistening, and a towel wrapped entirely too low around his waist you gulped.

“That was more than a minute,” you said, but your voice was entirely too shaky for the words to hit their mark.

He only smirked.

He turned away from you, his broad back to you and dropped the towel before grabbing a pair of boxers out of his closet.

His perfect ass was on display so you did the mature thing and threw a pillow at it.

He caught it with a smirk and pulled his underwear on before chucking the pillow back at you. You huffed indignantly as it smacked you in the face. If you were totally honest with yourself though, you deserved it.

He slipped in the bed with you, though it was small enough that he pulled you nearly completely on top of him in order to be comfortable. His shoulders were almost as wide as the bed. You didn’t mind though, as you snuggled into his warmth and buried your face in his chest.

He ran a hand up and down the length of your back.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice quiet and hesitant.

“I think so. Are you?” you replied as you traced circles on his bicep where he held you tight. Almost too tight. Like he was afraid you would disappear.

He grunted in affirmation but you couldn’t bring yourself to believe him.

“Miguel,” you said.

He sighed.

“I’ve already argued with Lyla and she called me an arrogant asshole but I just can’t help but feel like the best and safest thing for you would be a life without me,” he said.

“What?” you breathed out, your body suddenly tense.

“You were hurt today. He could have killed you,” he said, his voice thick with emotion.

You lifted your head from his chest and met his gaze. There were unshed tears in his warm brown eyes.

“It would’ve been all my fault, again,” he said and a tear fell down his cheek.

Your heart twisted in your chest at his pain, at the trigger today’s events were of his most horrific memory.

“Mi amor, I’m safe. You saved me,” you reassured him as you gently placed your hand on the side of his face and wiped away the tear.

“You should’ve never been in that situation. If I wasn’t so goddamn selfish I would let you go. Let you lead a safe, fulfilling, and happy life without me as a dark cloud constantly over you. I-”

“Miguel!” you reprimanded and cut off his spiral of self loathing.

He took a shuddering breath.

“Escúchame, there is no fulfilling and happy life for me without you. I love you. You feel the same way about me, don’t you?” your voice became smaller as you finished talking.

“Of course, of course I feel the same. Tu eres el amor de mi vida, mi preciosa,” he said as he gripped you tighter.

“Then don’t. Don’t ever say something like that again. I knew what I was getting into when I chose you. And I still choose you. Occasional danger, grumpiness, and all,” you said and you both smiled slightly at the gentle teasing.

He pulled your face closer to his with a hand on the back of your neck and crushed his lips to yours. It wasn’t gentle or teasing as some kisses with him were. No, as his tongue shoved into your mouth and tangled with yours, it wasn’t gentle. It was raw and desperate and emotional. There was a burning need in both of you for each other.

Your hand slipped from his face to his shoulders where you gripped him tight and he moaned into your mouth. His lips broke from yours, and he said your name in a broken groan.

In a move so fast it nearly made you dizzy, you were suddenly underneath him. He pressed his firm body against yours, his weight crushing you into the bed and making you want more, more, more.

His lips were on yours again and you melted against him. His hands gripped the small of your waist and you whimpered with desire and began to feel yourself drip with need for the man on top of you.

He broke his lips from yours and began to trail them down your jaw to your neck,the side of your neck that was not injured. Despite the uncontrollable heat and desire, Miguel was very careful and conscious to not touch your healing wounds.

“Miguel,” you gasped as you shivered as he sucked on the most sensitive spot of your neck.

He shoved the shirt you were wearing, his shirt, up and over your head before he chucked it across the room. He moaned as he pressed himself back down against you and his bare skin grazed against yours. You spread your legs and wrapped them around his waist and whimpered as his hard length pressed against your core. He kissed your lips again before quickly returning his downward trail from your neck to your heaving chest.

“Oh my god,” you gasped as his hot mouth encapsulated your hard nipple. His thumb grazed then pinched your other nipple and you mewled for him.

“So fucking perfect,” he grunted as he squeezed your breast in his large hand.

Your core was throbbing, hot and wet and you couldn’t handle the lack of friction. You held on to his back and writhed underneath him, grinding your pussy against his hard cock. And suddenly even the thin underwear you were both wearing was too much. He groaned, a sound so beautiful and erotic that you shivered and your toes curled.

“Mig, need you to take this off, please,” you panted as you did your best to slip the boxers off past his perfect ass.

He chuckled, a cocky sort of sound before he said in a near condescending tone, “You need some help, preciosa?”

You knew what he wanted to hear from you.

“Sí, por favor,” you whined.

He fucking growled.

Miguel quickly removed his boxers before he yanked off yours as well.

“Need you,” you panted as you saw him in all his naked glory, strong muscles and glistening skin on display. Your mouth watered as you looked down at his frankly massive cock.

His mouth was on yours again, every inch of his glorious form pressed against yours.

“You’re mine,” he said into your mouth and slid his length against your aching core. You whimpered.

He reached down and lined himself up with your entrance.

“Say it,” he ordered.

You looked up at him, eyes wide and promised him, “I’m yours.”

He gripped your hips and slid his cock inside you inch by glorious inch. You were so perfectly full, so safe in his arms, as he stayed still and just held you in his arms, his face buried in your neck, that tears filled your eyes.

You tangled your fingers in his curls and said, “You’re mine too.”

He pulled back enough to look you in your eyes.

“I’m yours. Always. Forever,” he swore.

You kissed him, and this time the kiss was unhurried, both of you giving yourselves over completely and drowning in one another.

Everything was him, his large body against you and around you, his scent all you could smell, his taste was in your mouth, and you were stuffed full of him, your body tingling with pleasure only your Miguel could provide.

You both took shuddering breaths, soaking in the perfection of the moment.

“Yo quiero mucho,” he said and kissed you once more.

“I love you too,” you moaned as he began to move.

He dragged his cock out of you achingly slowly, causing you to whine, before you snapped his hips and plunged himself inside you fully and deeply once more.

You smirked, you knew he wouldn’t be able to keep a slow pace for long. You wanted it fast and hard, just like you knew he did, so you bit down on his neck which caused him to snarl.

His pace quickened and you locked your legs around his waist, wanting him closer than was humanly possible, wanting to be consumed by him completely. Your hands roamed the broad expanse of his shoulders and back and your nails dug into his skin as he tilted your hips and continued his almost brutal pace, but now hitting the spot inside you that made your eyes roll into the back of your head.

He groaned your name as you squeezed and gripped him tighter.

“So perfect and all mine, isn’t that right, preciosa?”

You attempted to move your hips in time with his but he gripped you tighter, pinning you to the bed and holding you completely at his mercy as he pounded into you.

“Yes, yes, yours all yours,” you whined and he gave you exactly what you wanted.

His thumb found your clit and began to draw tight circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves. God, you were so close, you were already so close and he knew it.

You whined and he moaned your name in response, his pace never wavering. The stretch and length of him felt so good, so right, so perfect.

Electricity sparked through you, your peak built and built and built. The pleasure was overwhelming.

“Mig- m’gonna come, ohmygod,” you practically squealed.

“Come for me, mi amor,” he said and your body obeyed his order. Your orgasm crashed over you, causing you to squeeze so tight on his cock that he hissed through his teeth.

You had no chance to catch your breath as you continued to cling to him, his sweat soaked skin against yours and his thrusts quicker as he neared his own end.

“Come in me, please, please, please, baby,” you begged and he groaned in response.

He thrust one final deep thrust, pushing himself as deep inside you as possible, and filled you with his come.

He shuddered above you and you pressed sloppy kisses to his neck, to any skin you could reach.

You ran your hands up and down his back and he relaxed against you.

“I love you,” he said.

You kissed him once more, slow and sweet, and said, “I’m yours, completely.”

“Are you sure you want all of my mess in your life?” he mumbled against your neck, beginning to sound sleepy.

“Of course,” you said, “I’ve never felt safer.”

And your words were true. Despite the terror of the day, you felt safer than you’d ever been wrapped in his arms, with him still inside you as you both drifted off to sleep.

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