Miguel O'Hara X Reader (Bottom Male Reader)

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Now you're really shocked. It was already a surprise that he wanted to continue the first time. But another round? Maybe he was enjoying this as much as you were.
"Well, what is it? Yes or no?"

His voice  snapped you out of your little trance. You thought about it for a second. Another round sounded nice but you're in no shape to go any longer, you needed a break. But the thought of being hurt my Miguel again, wanted that feeling again. You needed it.

"I can see you thinking. You must want more. But, you look like you can fall over at any moment."
He was right. You needed to rest.
"How about this, you go home and patch yourself up and after I finish with the reports we can meet back up at my place?"
Since you can barely speak, you nod in agreement. And with that, Miguel walks back into another room to continue his work. The bleeding from your nose and lip has stop and your walking has stabilized. You summon a portal back to your universe.

As planned, you exit the portal and enter your bedroom. Normally, you'd enter in the living room to allow yourself more room to get settled. However, there's a chance that your two roommates might be in there. They already that you're Spider-Man and how there's different universes so them seeing you come out the portal isn't an issue. It's your injuries that'll make things difficult. Even though your face has cleared up, they'll still notice the busted lip and blood covered suit.

As you take off your suit and bandage your nose, you can hear them through the wall,
"Hey, did you hear that? I think Y/n's home."
"Yeah. Guess he went on a mission."

Realization hits. In order to get to the shower, you have to walk past them in the living room. There's no way to avoid them. You could wait for them to leave but you don't know how long they'll stay out there. You can lie your way out but you don't know how reliable your voice will be. You grab your things and walk out.

The moment you step out of the room, you're bombarded with greetings and questions.
"Hey Y/n! How was the mis- WOAH. THE FUCK HAPPENED TO YOU?"
"Dude, you look busted. What happened?"

You grow nervous but you don't know why. You have a reasonable (fake) alibi. Your injuries make sense for what they think you were doing. Still, you can't help but think that they'll be able to see through your lies.

Somehow, you're able to mumble out a half-assed response.
"Attacked, during the mission. I'm fine."
Before either of them could speak, you rush into the bathroom and turn the shower on.

When you finish your shower, you decide to get something to eat. The leftover chicken your roommate made last night is calling your name. As you walk to the kitchen you realize that both of them have gone out. You check your phone only to realize they left you a message in the group chat.
"Hey Y/n, there's some leftovers from last night in the fridge. We're assuming that your mission went well. If that's the case then congrats. Hope you get better. Make sure you heal up and rest well."
How sweet of them.

After everything you've done today, sleep is the one thing you want. You start to drift off the moment your head touches the pillow. The feeling of the sheets on your skin is amazing.

Ding!
Your eyes pop open and you sit up straight. The sudden chime of your watch scared you awake. Someone from the Spider Society messaged you.
It was Miguel.