Miguel O'hara/Spider-Man 2099 x (fem)Reader oneshot collection

Sick day(different oneshot)

It had almost been a month since you were evacuated from your dimension for disrupting a canon event. Every day at the Spider-Base was just depressing, and Miguel O'Hara constantly blaming you for it didn't make it any better. He was cold, intense, shut in. You got the impression he definitely did not like you.

One day, you were sitting in bed, feeling particularly unwell. Your throat was sore, your nose was congested, and you just felt awful. You were being paged to Miguel's control room, but you couldn't even get up. Your watch was beeping, and a hologram of him popped up. He looked angry.

"Where.. are.. you.." he asked sternly.

"I'm in my room. I feel horrible. And sick."

"I can tell by just your voice... I'll be there soon." His tone softened.

Before you could object, his hologram disappeared and all you could do was wait.

Soon enough, your door creaked open, and in the doorframe was none other than Miguel O'Hara, looking serious as ever, but holding a little bowl of chicken soup that looked tiny in his large hands and a glass of water.

"Is that... for me..?" you queried hoarsely.

He didn't answer. Instead, he walked forward and gently placed the soup and water on your nightstand. He reached into the pocket of his suit and pulled out a small ice pack. His face looked so soft and gentle, a total contrast to how he acted towards you before. He seemed to be trying his best to make you comfortable. He pushed back the hair on your forehead with his claws ever so gently, and placed his hand on it to feel your temperature. He moved it around your face.

"Tch. Not a fever..."

You didn't say anything, and you just let it happen, but you were very confused. He gently placed the ice pack on your forehead, and just looked at you for a few seconds.

"That should soothe any headaches..."

"Wh.... why are you-"

"I should go grab some medicine, I'll be right back."

He walked out of your room slowly, leaving you to contemplate what just happened. He's never been a gentle presence, but here he was, catering to your every need.

A few minutes later, Miguel returned with a bottle of medicine and a small spoon. He could tell by your scrunched up face that you were not excited.

"I know... I know... just tough it out. It's only a spoonful."

"I'm aware... I'm an adult, no need to treat me like a kid." you sassed.

"Sorry, I've only ever done this with..." He trailed off, looking gloomy.

He rolled his eyes and pulled up a chair next to your bed. He poured the medicine into the spoon, and handed the spoon to you. Feeding it to you with a spoon would just be degrading. You took the spoon and put it in your mouth, drinking the cherry-flavored medicine. You handed the spoon back to Miguel and he put it and the medicine on your nightstand, still sitting on the chair. You thought he'd leave or something, but he sat by your side as you fell asleep, just looking at you softly.

When you woke up, he was still there, still sitting in front of your bed.

"Were you... watching me sleep?"

"No, no... I was watching over you while you slept. There's a difference..."

"Mhm...." you replied sarcastically, "So... just gonna stay there?"

"Want me to leave?"

You thought about it for a second, and then shook your head. He gave a sassy "ah", and continued to sit there, watching you. You two were just looking into each other's eyes.

After some time, you put your hand out, and he held it with his claws. His hand was very big, and it felt like it was squeezing yours. He began to move his thumb up and down your hand. Up... and down... and up... and down... He took your blushing, smiling, and happy sighing as a sign, and slowly began to kiss your hand. Gently, at first. Then a little less. Then a little less. Less. Less. You don't know how, but at some point, he was just licking it. He began to suck on your fingers and nibble on your palm. Woah. As if the licking wasn't enough. After one last hand kiss, he pulled away. Your hand was WET.

"M- Miguel?! What was.... That?!" You were panting heavily from the excitement of it all, but you were also extremely confused. "I thought you hated me. What's the reason for all this?" You continued.

Miguel didn't answer, he just looked at you and slightly smirked. He was not gonna answer any time soon, and you knew it. All you could do was look dumbfounded. There was no denying that you were attracted to him, especially after the bold move he pulled, but you were still confused. Then the confusion and thoughts in your head dissipated completely when he leaned over to you and gently kissed your jaw. Okay...? He didn't stop kissing you, no, he kept going, moving his lips down your neck, to your collarbone. He began to gently suck on your collarbone, which only served to turn you beet red. You thought about saying something, anything, but no words could escape your mouth. Besides, you didn't want to ruin the moment. Eventually, after your collarbone was soaked with Miguel slobber, he pulled away and just... looked at you. You laid down and tried not to look at him, for fear he'd see how completely red you were. "I look gross right now," you thought to yourself, "why does he want me?"

He answered your question when he crawled over you and murmured "I need a sick day, dear," into your ear. Instant goosebumps. "You're gonna help me get one," he whispered again, starting to gnaw at your ear.

You looked up at him when he pulled away, and you nodded. "It's a deal." Before you could do any of that goofy cartoon villain handshake business, he leaned down and pressed his mouth onto yours. He began to get wilder with it. "This is definitely not just about the sick day," you thought, but let it slide anyways. "Speaking of sliding, his tongue is definitely in my mouth right now. Jesus." You wrapped your arms around his neck as he lowered himself down, kissing you with fervor. The rest is classified sorry.