[✔] ▼ 𝙵𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚑 𝙱𝚒𝚝𝚎 ▲ Miguel O'Hara x Reader▼ 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝟷/ 𝟸

▸ TWENTY FOUR ◂

You step through the portal with Miguel, who lets out a long, tired sigh and stretches his neck. As he orders other spiders to handle the anomaly, you hear Gwen come through the portal behind you.

Turning to her with a smile, you wrap your arm around her shoulders, slowly walking her deeper into the building.

"What is this place?" Gwen looks around in awe.

You look with her, "Spider-society. It's nighttime, so it's not very busy right now."

"Really?" She gasps, "This isn't busy?"

Multiple spiders walk around on the walls and swing around. This is the crew that handles and organizes all of the captured anomalies.

"Lyla," you call, and she appears right next to you, "let's give Gwen a tour in the morning. We're all tired, so show her to her room, yes?"

Lyla nods with a smile, "You got it. C'mon spider Gwen!"

"Lyla will show you how to use your watch. Call me if you need anything, alright?"

Gwen turns at you with a nervous look on her face, so you give her a reassuring smile. Once they both disappear from sight, you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. Your body slumps from the released tension, shooting a bolt of pain through your back.

You head to your room, painfully slow, holding your back in pain. As you yell a million curses in your head, you didn't realize you already made it to your room. Stepping inside, you switch the light on and immediately start a hot shower. You carefully take off your suit and clothes, wincing whenever you bent too far or moved too fast. You get into the steaming shower with a moan. Your back was hurt badly from the impact earlier, but you just hoped it will be healed by tomorrow.

You didn't bother washing yourself until a little later. You just wanted the heat to take some pain off and relax your aching muscles. The bathroom door opened, followed by a rustle of clothes. With a knowing smile, you look over your shoulder at Miguel.

"Care to join me?"

He let out a grunt in response, kicking off his underwear from his ankle. He tiredly stepped in behind you, hanging his head over your shoulder and under the water. You hear him let out low growls from the pleasure of the hot water. Smiling to yourself at the tired man, you trail your hands up his chest, earning a shudder from the man.

"You did good today." You whisper in his ear comfortingly.

Miguel places a peck on your shoulder, too tired to say anything. After the two of you enjoyed relaxing in the hot shower, it was time to actually wash yourselves and get into the nice, soft bed. Miguel helped wash you since he knew you were in great pain and limited movement. You did wash his hair for him, though.

As he raised his hands into his hair to wash it out, his body was stretched up to reach the water and keep the soap out of his face. You couldn't help but bite your lip at the sight of his defined stomach, all the way up to his large chest and bulky arms. Feeling a bit frisky, you trail your hand down from his chest and as low as his hip bone. You see his erection stir.

"(Y/n), not tonight," Miguel mumbles, trying to hide his smile. "I'm too tired."

With a pout, you retract your hand and instead pinch his side, earning a yelp from him. He finished getting the shampoo out of his hair, and now it was your turn to wash yours out. Miguel pulled the same card on you, however. You feel his fingers trail down your sides, stopping at your hips and sliding his large palms down to your ass.

With your eyes closed from the water, you let out a large grin, "Where did the tired Miguel go?"

He lets out a husky laugh, trailing kisses from your cheek to your neck. Still washing and wringing the soap out of your hair, you feel Miguel's thumbs brush over your nipples. You felt your body shudder from the small sensation.

"Yeah, well, you got me in the mood." He murmurs against your ear.

You huff with a smile, wiping your face and looking up at him. He was looking down at you arrogantly, his eyes asking if he could continue.

"I'd love to, Miguel, but my back really hurts."

All the lust in his eyes disappeared and was replaced with concern. "Do you need to see the doctor? I can take you right now."

Your heart flutters at his maturity and worry. He willingly threw away all the previous lust just to care for you. It showed he was a true man, something you also admired about him.

"That's okay, mon amour, I'll just sleep it off and see if it is better in the morning." You say against his lips.

He grabs your chin and deepens the kiss. The rest of that shower was just flirting with many sweet kisses. And many times slapping his hands away from touching too far or too much.

Miguel helps you out of the shower and dries you as gently as he can. He even dresses you and dries your hair. The towel around his waist kept slipping here and there, so you ushered him to tend to himself as you do your skincare routine. Although, Miguel was so tired he just put underwear on and dried his hair with the towel, going to bed with damp hair. You roll your eyes at his laziness as you walk towards him in the bed.

You groan, laying down as slowly as you can. When you finally settled in, Miguel places the blanket over you and tucked you in, saving you from the pain of doing it yourself.

"Hey, I'll help you turn over and massage your back, okay?" Miguel mumbles quietly into your ear, helping you turn your body over.

As you lay on your belly, Miguel sits upright and begins to softly rub into your back. You couldn't help but yelp at the painful, yet relieving, sensation.

And for the rest of the night, Miguel had to do his best to control himself from your sensual sounds.

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BLOOPERS I WAS THINKING OF ADDING:

"You should sleep without these." Miguel taps on your hips, talking about your panties.

"Why?" You laugh in confusion, it was so random for him to say that.

"So I can have my midnight snack without waking you up . . ." He growls playfully in your ear.

Ooh lawd 😳😳😈 (LMAO this was on an insta reel I saw)