Universes Apart (Miguel O'hara x male reader)

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It was the next day. The day after you and Miguels intimate exchange. You stayed with him that night since he asked if you would. You couldn't say no. He was nice and sweet the whole night and you were both being more touchy, holding each other, exchanging small kisses or just looking at each other.

It was already quite far into the day, about 11:30 am. Almost noon. You hadn't seen a lot of Miguel that day as he was busy trying to fix his suit with Lyla and keep things in order. You also felt as if he was trying to avoid you. Of course he knew your schedule and you knew he was busy, but with his suit out if commission, he couldn't be that busy you thought. He could easily avoid you if he wanted. Your schedule was pretty free today, so you went to find him. You asked around until eventually you found him talking to some other spider people about anomalies. You grabbed his arm and yanked him into an empty room. He was taken by surprise obviously. "What the hell was that, Y/n?!" He asked. "Are you avoiding me, Miguel?" You ignored his question and answered with your own. "What? Why would I avoid you?" He crossed his arms as he spoke, "Because of last night maybe? Are you lying to me?" You asked, "I don't like being lied to, Miguel." You continued, not giving him time to answer your question first. "No." He said plainly, but his body language said differently. His arms were crossed looser than usual and his stance wasn't planted the same as normal either. You grabbed a handful of his hair and forced him down onto his knees in front of you. "Don't fucking lie to my face." You glared down at him as you spoke firmly. He looked up at you and knew he wasn't going to be able to slip away from this. "Yes. I am, so what?" He cocked his head to the side as he glared up at you. "So what? Are you embarrassed about last night? That I fucked you senseless and made you a submissive little bitch?" You could see the red tint start to show on his face as you spoke and the memories flooded back to him. He stayed quiet and a smirk made its way to your lips. "You are.." you said. He didnt have much to say. You started to slip off your suit, "Well, I think you owe me an apology for ignoring me like that." You stated as you slipped your underwear down with your suit. You placed a hand on your shaft and guided the tip to Miguels lips. He glared up at you silently for a moment before he opened his mouth, wrapping his soft lips around your tip. You felt his tongue against your head. You pushed his hair out of his face and gripped a hand full of it again, pushing your hips forwards slowly. You heard some muffles from him, probably cursing you for rushing him, but you just smiled down at him. "You're so slow." You grabbed his head with both hands before you started thrusting into his mouth. You felt his teeth graze against your shaft lightly occasionally and his tongue slide against it as your length repeatedly entered and left his mouth. You watched his eyes fill with tears and eventually he closed them tightly. His hands made their way to your forearms and he gripped onto you tightly. You kept up the roughness, using his throat as you pleased. You let out low moans of pleasure. You felt the vibrations whenever he attempted to speak or make any noise, though he didn't get far trying that. You started getting close and felt your dick throb in his mouth. Small whimpers left your lips as you got closer to finishing. Soon enough, you came. Miguel flinched feeling the sudden liquid in his mouth and going down his throat. You pushed your dick into his mouth all the way to force it down. "Don't waste it." You said before you pulled out. You noticed the bulge in his lap as you looked down at him, but your attention was quickly drawn back to his face when he spat out anything that lingered in his mouth and didnt make its way down his throat. "That wasn't nice. I told you not to waste it, didn't I?" You asked. "Like I was gonna swallow that shit." He scoffed. "Well, you can fix your problem alone then." You fixed yourself up, pulling up your underwear and suit before leaving the room.

Later that day, around 10 pm, you made your way into Miguels quarters. You saw him working with Lyla to fix his suit again and by the looks of it, it seemed it was almost fixed. You whistled at him as you walked closer. He took a quick glance at you and went back to his screens. "I came to talk to you, handsome." You said. You'd slither your arm around his waist from the side. "Did you?" He asked as he turned to face you. "Yeah, just you." You paused a moment. "I wanna know what we are." You said. "I mean I like you." You added. He looked down at you quietly for a moment before he spoke, "You can't. I'm a danger to people, killed my own family." He said. "You didn't kill them, and that doesn't matter. Plus, I'd kill you before you got the chance to kill me." You smiled at him. You placed a kiss on his cheek, "Be my boyfriend, hm? You know I take good care of you." You felt hand on your hips after you finished speaking. "Fine." He said. "Stop being such a grouch." You said before you gave him a small kiss on the lips.
That confirmed it. You and Miguel were officially dating. You decided not to tell anyone about it, you didn't act lovey dovey in public, but once you were alone, it all changed. Alone, you were all over each other, kissing, hugging, cuddling. You did a lot together. The next few months were amazing, you felt the best that you ever had. Something weird happened though, right on you and Miguels 8 month mark..