Miguel O'Hara X Reader (Bottom Male Reader)

Table

You and Miguel walked side by side to the meeting room in Sector 3. Jess followed shortly behind the two of you. Along the way, one of the Scarlet Spiders, Ben Reilly, decided to tag along. He's always had a weird infatuation with the villains in your universe. He walked with Jess, pestering her with workouts she can do whilst pregnant. The entire walk, Miguel seemed on edge, his eyes filled with lust. He really wanted to finish what was started in the backseat of his car, so did you.

You all made your way into the room. Thank goodness for the chairs in there; the walk was rather tiring. Miguel, being the leader, took one the chairs at the head of the table. There was another chair beside his, presumably for a co-speaker. You started to pull out a side chair next to Jess before Miguel spoke up.
"Y/n, come sit up here. This is your universe after all."
He nodded towards the seat and slid it out, waiting for you to sit. You pushed in your chair and sat next to Miguel.
"Alright I guess we should get started."
Miguel pressed a button on his watch, dimming the lights. Lyla, along with several virtual documents and images, floated above the table.

To be honest, it was all boring to be honest, and it was apparent that everyone else thought the same. Even Ben was slouching in his seat. However, the review was a necessity to apprehending various threats to your universe. Miguel had been reading the reports along with Lyla. With every new page, his voice was accompanied by a monotonous tone. He was tired of speaking
"Alright Lyla, you can take over from here."
"Gotcha!"
Lyla began playing videos from witnesses of crimes from your universe along with the news reports about them.

Just like Jess and Ben, you were transfixed by the videos. Your focus was quickly shifted as you felt Miguel's hand slide across your inner thigh. You looked up at his face, expecting a cocky look. To your surprise, his eyes were still locked on to Lyla's compilation. He began massaging your dick through your suit as you quickly grew hard. You gripped the underside of the table as you began to softly thrust yourself into his hand, creating even more stimulation.

Ben and Jess had no idea what was going on. Because Miguel dimmed the lights, they couldn't see his arm reaching under the table. You let out a small groan. It was a little louder than expected. Miguel quickly moved his hand back into his own lap while you turned your attention back to Lyla. In your peripheral, you could see Jess glance over in your direction. The moment she turned around, Miguel put his hand back on your dick and leaned to whisper in your ear,
"You'll have to be quiet, dear. You don't want us getting caught, do you?"

You bit your lip, choking back moans as Miguel continued satisfying you. Your nails dug into the seat of the chair as you grew closer and closer to a climax. You glance up at the holograms, Lyla was almost done. Once she finishes, there'll be no more distractions to cover you. Miguel must have realized this too because his movements became more jagged, desperate, eager to make you cum.

Blood began to flow from you bottom lip as you bit down harder. You lowered your head on the table, unable to take anymore. With a small grunt, you released, making a mess inside the clothes underneath your suit. You tried to steady your breath as the lights came back on. Lyla had finished presenting.
"Damn. He fell asleep during a presentation on his own universe."
Jess mocked you and the room filled with laughter. Jess, Ben, and Lyla thought that you had fallen asleep.
"I guess that's the end of the review then. I hope you all payed attention. You're free to leave, as for him, I get him situated."

You heard footsteps leave out the room. All that remained was you, Miguel, and Lyla. Miguel needed to get her to buzz off before you could lift your head.
"Wow, am I really that boring."
"I guess so, Lyla."
"Well, what do we do with him now?"
"I'll handle that. Go make yourself useful and help Spider-Byte with the Go-Home-Machine."
"Roger that, Mr Grumpy."

There was a moment of silence before Miguel grabbed you by the hair, lifting your head to meet his eyes.
"Everyone's gone, Y/n."
He began licking the blood off your lips. The gentle licking soon turned to a passionate kiss. A line of spit bridged between your mouths as you stared at each other. Miguel looked down at your crotch. All though there were no actual signs on the outside of the suit, he new that you had messed up your clothes.
"Sorry," He said with a grin.
"I'll clean your suit again, same with your clothes. Stay here, I'll go get a change of clothes for you."
He pecked you on the lips one last time before heading out the door.