Miguel O'Hara X Reader (Bottom Male Reader)

Chair

You look at the chair beside you. Yeah he doesn't have spidey-sense but he still has enhanced senses in general, right? Oh well. It's just a chair. He'll be fine. You wait for Miguel to turn his back. You pick up chair and throw it at him. There's a long pause.

"Y/n. What the fuck."
You're enjoying this. You like getting such a reaction out of him. You like him yelling at you.

"Y/n, what the fuck is your problem? You want me to beat the shit out of you?"

Part of you likes the sound of that.
"Sure. Let's go. I'll even let you take the first hit."

And with that, Miguel winds his fist back and socks you right in the jaw.

At first you can't feel your mouth. All you can taste is iron. He strikes you again, this time on the other side of your face. You let out... a sound. A sound of arousal. It honestly scared you. Why would you like something like this?

Miguel looks at you in awe and disbelief. His face of shock turns into one of disgust.
"The fuck was that? Did you just moa-.."

"Yeah, I guess I did."
You cut him off. You're too embarrassed to let him finish the sentence.

"Are you some kind of... masochist?"

"I don't know. But I think I like the way that felt."
Miguel looks at you in dismay. That was the last think he expected to come out of your mouth.
"Uhhh, well then, I don't feel like this fight servers a purpose for me anymore."

"Oh, so you don't wanna fight anymore?"
You don't know why but, you were almost sad that he didn't want to continue. You wanted him to keep punching you.

"Yeah, no. Just don't throw anymore shit at me again. Besides, what's the point in fighting you like it when you get hit?"

"Well, you could take your anger out on me."