Miguel O'Hara x Reader [one-shots]

CRUSH [S/A] (P.III)

I NEVER SAID "I take it back." Frankly, I've made it known that I still love Miguel. I gave him smiles, I lingered my touch on him for a few seconds longer than normal, and held onto him a little longer after sex.

I'm trying not to be desperate, but when it comes to Miguel, I want everything. I want his smiles, I want his touch, his love.

But he won't give that last one up. I think he's afraid after what happened with his daughter. I wish he wasn't. I wish he was more open with me. But even so, I love him all the same.

I think he noticed, though— just how much I love him. A month ago, we slept together, and I asked him to stay with me during the night. With the exception of the first time we slept together, there was an unspoken rule that Miguel should leave after sex and aftercare to not "give me the wrong idea."

I'd protest on this, but who am I kidding? It totally would give me the wrong idea.

He's been MIA on a mission since then, and though he's given rare updates to Peter or Jess, he's given me zilch. I know he's busy fighting anomalies and whatnot, but couldn't he swing his girl a text?

I heard he's coming back today, though. Which is why I made it my ultimate goal to make him jealous. I had been seeing one of the Spider-Man variants for a week now, and let's just say, we had absolutely no chemistry.

It's fine though, because we became friends once we realized we were way better off at being friends. I began to trust Pete, and I told him how in love I was with Miguel. Though Miguel is a scary guy, Pete agreed to making him jealous, with the promise of telling Miguel after, of course.

We struck a deal, and now, here we are, Pete and I holding hands with the rest of my friends—Jess, Gwen, Hobie, and Peter B— in Miguel's office, waiting for him to arrive home.

He's a little late, but we all knew we shouldn't worry—

A bright wormhole suddenly opens in front of us, and I squeeze Pete's hand in nervousness. He glances down at me and squeezes my hand, and I look up at him, smiling small. I tear my gaze away from him after a few seconds, and when I turn back to the wormhole, it's gone, but the man I love was right in front it, staring at me. I briefly assessed how he looked, and fuck me, he looked finer than before (if that's possible). He decided not to wear his suit for his return, and his T-Shirt was almost form fitting, and his straight jeans looked so good on him. It truly messes with my mind as to how he could look so put together and handsome.

I gulp and release Pete's hand, knowing Miguel saw it. Everyone but me and Pete approaches him and greets him, asking him questions. Time goes on like this for a couple more minutes before Miguel announces he would like to be alone to relax after the long mission.

We all nodded and understood, and began to make our way out before I stopped in my tracks upon hearing his voice.

"Not you, Y/N," his voice elicits chills to run down my spine.

I look up at Pete and he nods, shooting me a wink before closing the door behind him. I bite the inside of my cheek in nervousness before slowly turning around. His back isn't facing me, but he's leaning on his desk, his chest heaving heavily.

"It's nice to have you back—" I try to make conversation.

"Come here," he orders, cutting me off.

Aw, shit.

I squeeze my eyes shut briefly and take a deep breath. I then open them before walking to Miguel, standing right beside him. He keeps his head lowered, staring at nothing but his metal desk.