"Through with you." Miguel Ohara x FEM y/n || ANGST, FLUFF, COLD HARD SMUT ||

Paws

<This is another filler.. sorry 😭>

<SMUTTT!!!!!! HARD SMUT!!!!!! first half is okay tho, I'll like say when>

Earth-928B
New Yorke

"Hey boss?" You say, your voice echos through the hall. No response. "Hello?" You look around, the place was deserted. You raise an eyebrow as this was incredibly unusual, Miguel never left this place unless he was on a mission, and his schedule was clear for today... the air was static, it was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. You flick a web at his platform and jump up. Again, not a single soul was in sight, though, he still had his array of light panels up.

He had your universe up, and he was tapping into cameras feeds at Alcomec.. that was odd. Was he looking for you? Never mind that- where was he?

"Lyla?"

fizzz... Pop!

"What's up Y/n?" She chirps. She was the size of a remote. Her bright light hit your eyes and went all the way into the back of your eyeball, you wince at the sudden light.

"Where... where's Miguel?" You ask.

"Huh? He's right-" She turns around... "Here..." She looked confused. She quickly pulled up her small tracker..... on her radar, it said Miguel was in front of them.. but nothing was there other than a desk. A heavy bulky desk. Layers and layers of papers blanketed the desk, dozens of mugs of what seems to be coffee were stacked in the corner of the table, pens and napkins were sprawled all over... for someone so keen on keeping things in order, his desk was sure a fucking mess...
"What.. that's odd.. it says he's right... in front of us?"

"What?" You say.

"Girl I don't know either." Lyla responds.

"The fuck you mean he's right infront of us.." You say, your voice was slightly above a whisper.

"I think.."

"Miggy..?" You call out for him, you begin to search around, you look behind the desk and- "Miguel?!" You yell.

"I think that he's lying on the floor behind the desk."

He was unconscious on the floor, cuts and bruises were covering his entire body, a particularly large one was cut into his chest, he wasn't bleeding but the cut was.. very.... open.

"Oh my god Miguel." You drop to your knees and support his head. "Lyla.. run a diagnostic.." You mumble. "Miguel....? Mig... Miggy?" You say. You press your ear against his chest... he's alive, his breathing is normal, his heartbeat is okay.... his breathing starts to go faster, he's waking up...

"Mmmmh..? What's... Y/n?" He looks down and then up at you. "Oh shit." He starts to get up.

"Oh no, no, no, no, NO! You sit right back down Miguel." You pull him back down and this time on your lap.

"He went on a solo mission and got the living shit beat out of him by... a Doc Oc... oh yeah did you file that one yet?" Lyla says.

Miguel groans and rests his arms on your shoulders behind him. "No I didn't..."

"I'll do it." You volunteer.

"I thought I told you to wake me up later.." Miguel mutters as he looks at you. You furrow your eyebrows at him and you peel your mask off of your face. Your hair falls out of place and over your face, Miguel tucks the loose hair behind your ear and smiles, you feel a small puddle of warmth build up in your stomach.

"I did wake you up... later... you didn't specify how later.." She smiles as she scans Miguel. He groans and leans into your lap, he looks up at you with a puppy dog look in his eyes.