Miguel O'Hara x Reader [one-shots]

MUTUAL [S]

I HATE MIGUEL. With everything in me, I wholeheartedly despise him. He's demanding, stoic, and stubborn.

Anything I do he either rolls his eyes, mutters something under his breath, or humiliates me in front of all Spider Society.

For whatever reason, he hated me first. Since apparently it was a natural feeling towards me— I gave him something to hate about me. I challenge him in every way he is, and he despises that.

I try to amount to him in every way possible.

Well, all except for one.

See, there's a thin line between lust and hate. When you hate someone that is extremely attractive, tall, muscular and literally the standard— it's hard not to grow... desires.

I suppose it was hard for him too. I'm not full of myself, but I can admit that I'm pretty. He can admit it too.

I was called into Miguel's office yet again. Every Spider had something to say, some of them laughing about how this is a common occurrence, and some of them annoyed at the fact that for some reason, I'm still working with Miguel— closely at that, since I'm on his personal team.

Crossing my arms after entering Miguel's office, I let the door close behind me. I hear the click of the automatic lock, but I don't focus my attention on it.

I keep my eyes on the man high up in his workspace. It was like he hadn't even called me here. He was tapping away on his screen.

I hated waiting for whatever he was going to say. Either get mad at me for whatever I did now—I had no clue what I had done since today was a chill day—or let me leave.

"I've been getting complaints," he finally spoke.

"So?" I rolled my eyes. Couldn't give context in the first sentence?

"Everyone wants you gone," he finally turns, even though he's still looking down at me from that high platform he's on.

My jaw clenches. Of course they wanted me gone. I'm the only one that can talk back to Miguel—the boss. I'm getting special treatment they think they deserve. "I understand," I say, unable to think of any other response.

They had reason to want me to be terminated from all this. But even though sometimes Miguel and I needed a way to get our frustrations out of our system, I was still good at my job. They hated to see me succeed.

"Do you?" He jumps down, keeping his eyes on mine as he takes a few steps towards me.

I huff, uncrossing my arms and slapping them at my sides. "What do you want me to do, Miguel? I'm not quitting, if that's what you're suggesting I do."

"I'm not suggesting it," he comes closer until we're only a few inches apart. "I just wanted to let you know."

I narrow my eyes at him and bite the inside of my cheek. His cheeks were hazy and his eyes had a dim red in them. I knew him all too well. "Is that all?" I tilt my head.

"Mm-Hm," he leans down, our noses brushing against each other. If there was one thing about Miguel, was that he was forward. He didn't leave teasing touches (unless we were in public), he took what he wanted.

My breath hitches as my lips part. I glance between his lips and his eyes. He leans forward again, his objective to have his lips on mine, but I move away before he can.

"Let me ask you a question," I say, my voice breathless. His eyes are needy, and I can tell he didn't like me moving away—he hated being defied—but he doesn't make me conform to any repercussions—yet. "If the situation ever came to firing me, would you?"