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SIMILAR!| MIGUEL O’HARA

★ Miguel O’Hara x Black fem anti-hero! [OC]

★ Before reading: I don’t speak Spanish, sorry for any mistakes made.

—Synopsis: A new face suddenly arrives at Nueva York, working at Alchemax, catching Miguel O’Hara’s eye and helping the Spider Society with catching villains and anomalies..well sort of.

previous: –four.

–five.

THIRD PERSON POV

Again and again, Wrenley and Miguel have gotten more than one taste of each other.

At his apartment, in the lab, at her apartment, in a random bar bathroom, in the backseat of his car.

They couldn’t stay off of each other. They became each other’s fuck buddies, calling and texting each other in moments of distress.

Miguel, when he was swamped with work from the Spider Society, letting an anomaly slip from his grasp, or when the Spiders would simply get on his nerves. He would need her in those moments.

And Wrenley, well she was secretive, never letting anything really get to her, never letting anyone know what was wrong or letting anyone see her face it, but deep down, it cut layers through her skin, whatever it was. When she was at her lowest, her fingers would desperately tap on Miguel’s contact name to make her forget.

They both needed each other to release that feeling, to relieve that stress. How compatible they were together, knowing what each other loved when it came to pleasure.

It was just sex. Nasty, raunchy, disgustingly amazing sex.

Still, Miguel knew nothing about her. She never spoke about herself, as much she did talk when she wanted to get under Miguel’s skin, she has never let anything slip. Miguel thought her mysteriousness was sexy, but he wanted to know what else there was to Wrenley Myers. Like where she moved from, if she had siblings, her favorite color— maybe he was getting attached, but it was human to be curious, it wasn’t a crime.

Like tonight, he wanted to know a little more about her, so he invited her for ice cream, which Wrenley found strange, but how could she turn down ice cream?

They were only getting ice cream, right?

Wrong.

After ordering 2 scoops of blueberry in a cup for herself, and Miguel who got 2 scoops of rocky road on a cone, which he paid for of course— they ended up in the backseat of his car, tangled up in one another.

Miguel was 9 inches deep inside of Wrenley, stirring up her insides.

“Y-you said…fuck— you said just..ice cream.” She choked out her moans underneath his large body, squeezing her legs around his waist.

“Mhmm, I know baby.” His hips snapped into her core, staring so lovingly in her eyes. “But how could I..resist you in th-those little… shorts, hm?” He pushed back the hair that was stuck to her forehead.

She moaned out, scratching his back. Oh how it hurt so good when she clawed at him.

“Miguel.” She drawled, hugging him tightly.

She was close. She could almost taste it.

Never stopping the rhythmic movement of his hips, he held her closer in his arms, giving her a peck on the cheek. “I know baby, let it out.”

Sending her over the edge, she came on his dick, body spasming erratically with cries of Miguel’s name escaping her throat.

Miguel kept going, he was almost there, peppering kisses all over her face and whispering into her ear how good she was taking him, and how close he was and how amazing she smelt— she was driving him over the edge.

Grunting and giving one final thrust, he filled her to the brim, his body slowly collapsing on top of hers.

“Fuck.” He breathed against her chest, listening to her sped up heart beat.

Her fingers caressed his hair. “You’re gonna kill me one of these days.”

He leaned up and shook his head with a smile.“You’re being dramatic.” He stretched to the front of the car, turning it on and putting on the AC to cool down and grabbing baby wipes to clean up.

With her legs spread wide, Wrenley pushed out his cream from her vagina, with her eyes dead set on him.

She was gonna make him hard all over again. He wiped her off, then himself, and as they were fixing their disheveled clothes, a cop siren went off behind them followed by red and blue lights.

“Shit.” Miguel groaned, trying to hurry to the front.

Wrenley followed suit and ended up in the driver’s seat.

The officer leaned down, tapping on the window.

Wrenley winded it down, looking at the male officer while leaning out the car window. “Good evening, Officer.” She batted her lashes and gave him that innocent voice.

“Good evening, ma’am.” The officer greeted with a smile and hands on his duty belt. “Can I see license and registration?”

Miguel quickly looked in the glove compartment for registration while Wrenley searched her purse for her driver’s license.

Handing them over to the officer, she spoke. “Here, this is my friend’s car, Officer.” Gesturing to Miguel.

‘Friend.’ Miguel thought to himself.

He spares a few glances at her, while scanning the documents. “Okay, can you step out the vehicle for me?”

Stepping out of the car, she put her hands up lazily, then turned around and put her hands out to balance against the car. “Am I in trouble, officer? Is it because I’m black?”

The officer stuttered, standing right behind. “N-no, of course not ma’am.”

Miguel chuckled at the officer’s response, but still looking out the window to make sure nothing strange was going on.

“What’s that replying to?” She rose a brow. “Me being in trouble question, or me being black question?”

He began patting her down, slowly running his hands along the curve of her waist. “The question about your race, ma’am. You could possibly be in trouble.”

She hung her head low and smirked. “But everybody knows that I’m a good girl, officer.”

“Then I’d have to find out myself.” He chuckled.

Miguel couldn’t believe the interaction.

“Should I step out the vehicle as well?” Miguel asked.

“No need for that, sir.” He worked his way to her breasts, patting lightly.

She smirked, turning her head to the side. “Do you always work alone so late?”

“Ye-yes, just me patrolling tonight.” He replied, going back down to her hips.

“How fun.” She giggled.

Miguel narrowed his eyes. “Aren’t you patting her down a little too much?” Miguel leaned over and stuck his head out the window. “If she had something on her, you would’ve found it by now.”

Quickly, the officer removed his hands from her, giving a nervous look.

Wrenley chuckled, shifting her weight to her right leg which perked her ass out even more. “Maybe he sees something he likes.”

The nervous officer blinked rapidly. “Uh..I– I’m on duty, ma’am.”

Slowly turning around, she looked him up and down. “That never stopped a cop from committing the most horrific crimes imaginable.”

“Why exactly did you even pull up behind us?” Miguel wanted nothing more than for this interaction to be over. “We’re parked and why did you only ask her to step out of the vehicle? It’s my car.”

The officer gave back her license and other documents. “There’s been a car stolen and the description matches your car, and I only needed the driver, sorry for any inconvenience.”

Wrenley pouted. “Aw it’s okay.”

Miguel rolled his eyes. ‘Does she do this with everyone?’

“Hope you catch the guy.” She tilted her head to the side and smiled.

The officer smiled back, holding his bullet proof vest tightly. “Thank you, ma’am. Have a good night.”

“You too.” She said before getting back into the car. “I’ll drive.”

“You’re really something.” Miguel shook his head.

“What?” She laughed. “Did I do something to upset you, O’Hara?” Before he could he respond, she answered her own question. “Oh wait, everything I do pisses you off.”

“Haha.” He dryly replied. “Is flirting with every guy a thing you do?”

“Yeah, it’s not like I’m tied to you.” She scoffed.

She was right, she wasn’t in a serious relationship with him.

“And who says I only flirt with guys?” She smirked, starting the car.

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“So what anomalies did you have in mind for the bait?” Miguel sat behind his desk, surrounded by Jess and the younger spiders.

After his little ice cream date with Wrenley, Jess contacted him and asked him to come to HQ.

“Scorpia, Earth-616.” Jessica started, reading from her holographic screen.

Miguel rubbed his chin. “Too easy.”

“Sandman, Earth-12041.”

He twisted his lips, looking up at Jessica. “He’s a bit annoying.”

“Miguel.” Jessica sighed.

“No, boss man’s right.” Hobie interjected. Sandcastle had me playin’ tag for at least an hour on my last mission.”

“And he gets sand all in my suit!” Pavitr added with a finger pointed upwards.

Miguel tilted his head, agreeing with Hobie and Pavitr. “Any other options?”

“Doctor Octavius, Earth-1610B.” Jessica finished, eyeing Miguel.

“She’ll have to do.” Miguel said, looking at the younger spiders.

Miles groaned, throwing a little fit. “She’s sooooo annoying.”

Miguel narrowed his eyes at him. “I could say the same for you. One more complaint and you’re off this mission.”

Miles only huffed, making Pavjtr jab him with his elbow.

“So when do you want us to capture her?” Gwen placed a hand on her hip.

Leaning forward, Miguel replied. “Tomorrow, this is going down tomorrow. Do you guys think you do can do this?”

“It’s just Liv.” Gwen laughed. “We locate her and just kick her ass into this universe, easy.”

“No, I mean White Phantom.” Miguel thought back to his nightmare, quickly shaking it off.

“They’ve been training hard for this, Miguel.” Jessica assured him. “They got this, especially Miles. He’s been working on a plan to get White Phantom cornered and take em down.”

“Tell me more.”

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Next part: –six.

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