Anomaly (Miguel O'Hara x reader)

Self Control

Hello lovely readers. Sorry for the inactivity lately, I have some friends over on vacation and today I was finally able to catch a break from them to write the next chapter.

Thank you so much for reading, voting, commenting, I love you all.

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I walk through the halls, making my way through to the lab as I finish what's left of my Miguel Burger.

It used to feel weird walking around HQ with regular clothes while literally everyone else is wearing their Spider-Man suit, but as the only resident here, I can't be wearing the suit all the time because it would be a bit gross.

Thankfully, there's a suit cleaner's.

I reach his lab door and dust my hands off on Gwen's dad's pants.

Taking a deep breath, I head in.

He's typing away on top of his computer platform thingy, which is high in the center of the room.

I get a few flashbacks from last night and have to breathe a few times to calm down.

"Hey, uh... you called?" I say loudly so that he hears me from up there.

He jumps a little but tries to play it cool and doesn't turn around, just presses a button and the platform starts going down.

It's going down painfully slow though.

I try not to laugh, but it cracks me up every single time.

I hear him sigh, already knowing what I'm cackling at.

He turns around when he's finally on the floor and looks at me with a tired expression.

His lips are partly open and I can see a bit of his fangs...

I remember him kissing his way down my stomach last night, biting my neck, the feel of his fangs on my tongue.

I let out a shaky breath.

Not the time to be thinking about this!

"Yes, there are some things that we need to discuss" he finally speaks, stepping off the platform. "With- actual words this time, if possible" he says in a scolding tone.

I clap my mouth to my hand and stare at him for a while. I'm trying my best not to giggle.

He just looks at me, raising an eyebrow inquiringly.

I nod, still with my hand covering my mouth.

"Okay, first of all, we might need some more blood samples of yours to investigate how you're alive and all that." He starts.

I nod again.

"Who's clothes are those?" He changes the subject suddenly.

Is his tone... jealous?? I smirk internally.

"Relax babygirl, the pants are Gwen's dad's and the tank is Hobie's" I say jokingly.

He pinches his nose. Oh how I love annoying him.