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Lapdog

🐩staring: NerdMiguel x QueenBee!Reader

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“Sounds like you want a lapdog.” Peter laughed, returning to your conversation as MJ followed suit in his laughter which only made your smile broaden. 

“It does…

Doesn't it...?”

🌸Summary: You, Queen Bee, have been desiring a little assistant for a while—someone who can fetch you things, do your work, assist you in any way possible, and just make life much easier. However, after witnessing a surprising occurrence with one of the lamest students on campus, Miguel O'Hara, you believe you've found just that, and maybe something even better…

🐩tw/cw: Blackmail, Demeaning, Desperation, Dirty talk, Dominance, Handjob, Orgasm Denial, Ownership, Public Masturbation, Sex toys, Vibrator, etc…

💗rating. 18+ explicit I SMUT I

🌸Word count: 9k

Small quiet whimpers left the lips of the burly man to your left. His head lowered in an attempt to hide as he did your college work. His large, left hand trembled whilst he solved long math equations, expressions, logarithms, and whatever else the packet held. You looked from the four-eyed male to look across the table at two people who also sat at your booth. 

Peter B. Parker, the captain of the football team, and golden boy of the school sat across from you, alongside his girlfriend, Mary Jane Watson, or MJ, who was the editor of the college newspaper. They sat snuggled up against each other, MJ on his chest and his arm wrapped around her. 

The two were your “friends” at your university. You all formed the famous clinique that instilled fear and envy into all of the student body. 

But between the adored football jock and the news girl, you, on the other hand, were a much bigger deal. 

Everyone knew you and your name and if you didn't, you were seen as an utter disgrace due to your cluelessness. 

You were known as the university’s queen bee.

Everyone loved or hated you, you didn't care, any attention was welcomed. You were the leader of the notorious sorority house of baddies with a rich family that can drop and sue anyone with a drop of a hat. 

You could control the student body in masses with just a word, and had everyone, even the staff, around your pretty manicured finger. Whatever you say goes and don't you fucking dare think otherwise, you'll be an idiot to challenge the queen. 

Having the ability to turn any person into a complete nobody, withering away in debts and charges, kept everyone in their place.

But you wouldn't exactly say Peter and MJ were your friends. Just students at college that had a certain kind of power that was highly useful to have in your corner. 

Peter and his kind and sweet persona were able to solidify bonds with other universities, and the dean, themselves. He was the face of your campus and was hella popular.

MJ was the head of the media. Whatever she said or wrote in the newspaper or the college blog was believed by any and everyone on campus, even if it was false.

Not like anyone would know…

Peter, MJ, and yourself were all on the top of the food chain at your university, no one else mattered, and was worth the time…

So why the hell was this lowlife sitting at your booth? 

Miguel O'Hara, known as the nerdiest of the nerds on your college campus, sat beside you at your usual booth in Mama's diner. 

Your cliniques’ usual hangout spot. 

To be fair, you didn't classify Miguel as such, more of a loner because he didn't look at all like a nerd. 

His body was covered in muscles, bulging ones that contrasted greatly with his quiet persona. He had a towering height that rose above most of the football team, and he got girls.

Or well…

Girls gave him attention, not like the guy minded them. 

He kept to himself, always having his nose stuck in a book and to make him even more of a dork, he worked at the school library. 

Many hated him because of him being so hard to categorize. 

Was he a jock due to his bulging muscles, a bad boy, due to his mysteriousness and his constant desire for solitude, or was he a nerd for always being found reading and whenever he spoke, only intellectual things came out. 

He was a tricky case.

And not one you cared about until today…

You never would have paid the introverted male any attention if it wasn't for you, this morning, stumbling into the library in search of a peasant to do your homework. Instead of finding a lowlife in waiting, you found something better…

You found Miguel in his office, in the far back of the library, moaning and jerking off under his desk. To make it even worse, AirPods adorned his ears, blocking out his auditory senses of your presence. You even leaned over his shoulder to find that he was clearly watching porn.

He was an amateur for sure…

But a needy little thing he was…

The sight before you was an honest gold mine, something that would be great for MJ to post on the school blog as you captured a little video of the surprising occurrence. 

You couldn't possibly think how much his reputation, if he even had one, would tank once the whole school got a look at this. 

But then, being the brilliant queen you were, you had a better idea for that video.

You decided to make use of it, as a way to have an around-the-clock lapdog that would come running at your every beck and call, at any given time...  

It was a great idea, especially with the lowlife being not so bad on the eyes.

So now here he was, being a good little puppy for you and doing your homework.

Except…

It didn't seem as if your associates were too happy with your puppy's presence. 

You met Peter's gaze, his amber eyes furrowed in a look of confusion as he glanced from you to the muscular loner and back again. “Okay, why the hell is he here?” He finally asked, after a while of just staring at the two of you. A smirk spread across your lips at his question.

“I believe you have eyes, Peter. He's doing my homework.” You simply said with a sly grin, continuing your subtle movement under the table which only made the geek clench his pencil even more. 

Peter and MJ knew that look on you. That sneaky smile you did whenever you were up to no good; but this time, they couldn't quite put a finger on what it was, and how it involved the four-eyed freak.

MJ looked between you and Miguel as well, her cherry lips pursing. “Why here though?” She asked, her head still resting against Peter's chest. “Most of the time when we meet at Mama's diner we gossip, we talk about deep stuff. We can't do that with him here.” She acknowledged, motioning to Miguel in the corner, looking to be very concentrated on solving a long-ass math problem. 

You smirked at the sight of his heavy breathing and his faintly red cheeks, before looking back at the confused expressions of your associates. You huffed, giving them a fake pout. “Come on. Miguel won't utter a single word to anyone…

Now would you?” 

You asked, turning to look at the large Latino, his eyes covered with a pair of black eyeglasses. His lips trembled, trying to avoid eye contact with you. You gave him a tight squeeze, followed by a deep stroke making him jolt. His eyes briefly rolled, his mouth stammering, trying to find his words. “No. I won't.” He said so low and deep you had to lean in to hear him. You can visibly see him struggling, the beads of sweat trickling down his forehead as he tries painstakingly to control his breathing.

You grinned, watching him return to work on your math packet. “See? He can be trusted.” You explained with a smirk, continuing your tantalizing play on the nerd which only made the Latino male suck in a breath and grip his pencil tighter.

You swear you thought the wooden tool would snap in two any second now…

“Fine, but what made you want to bring him of all people?” Peter asked, turning your gaze back onto him. “He holds no power at our Uni.” He said with a chuckle, running his fingers through his girlfriend's red hair. You smirked, eyeing your two “friends” across the booth. “You know how much I wanted my own little assistant for some time. Someone who can fetch me things, do my work, 

Satisfy my every need…” 

You abruptly squeezed Miguel harshly once more, a sudden audible groan passing his lips which gained everyone's attention. Peter and MJ glanced over at Miguel before just brushing it off as the geek having one of his weird moments. 

You shot the dweeb a glare, making his ears redden. You watched him erase a mistake he made before turning to give your friends a nonchalant smile.

“Sounds like you want a lapdog.” Peter laughed, returning to your conversation as MJ followed suit in his laughter which only made your smile broaden. 

“It does…doesn't it?”

You whispered, glancing over at Miguel who was avoiding your eyes, seeming to be very interested in the ways of Calculus II. You continued stroking the trembling male, feeling him strain underneath his black jeans. You brushed your thumb over his sensitive tip, making him whimper loudly, despite his attempt to suppress it by biting his lip.

You shot him another stern look, as you were slightly relieved to hear a groan of annoyance from MJ at the same time. You looked to see her glance over at the workers in Mama's diner. “Gosh, we've been sitting here for 20 minutes and our order still isn't here.” She whined, crossing her arms over her chest. 

“Come on baby, it should be out in a little bit,” Peter whispered, trying to comfort her. You rolled your eyes at her dramatics. “Actually, why don't you two go check it out? See what's the hold-up?” You proposed with a sly smirk, glancing over at Miguel to see his defined Adam's apple bob at your words.

Oblivious, at your proposal and the fact that you, the queen, said it; Peter and MJ nodded and slid out of the booth. You watched in the corner of your eye as they walked away from your table. 

When they were finally gone, you instantly turned your eyes over to the panting male. Instantly, he dropped his pencil, his amber eyes hooded behind his spectacles, and the wooden tool left deserted on the table. His hips thrust softly into your hand whilst his eyes rolled. 

He'd completely dropped his facade of trying to seem normal.

You laughed, glancing down to see the mess he was making in his black jeans. A small wet patch gradually soaked the zipper and crotch of the denim.

“I knew you didn't finish in the library.” You teased with a laugh, continuing to stroke him. “I couldn't. You interrupted me.” He replied hoarsely, making you raise an eyebrow. You abruptly gripped his cock making him whine.

“I interrupted you?” 

You scoffed, tightening your hold on him, making him whimper even more. “You have more mouth than I thought Miguel O'Hara.” You spat, releasing him and drawing his pants down, exposing his huge member fully.

His hooded eyes instantly snapped open, deep pants passing his lips. “What are you doing? Someone could see.” He exclaimed, his amber eyes blown in a mixture of lust and worry as they looked all around in fear of someone being near. 

Your cliniques’ favorite booth was positioned in the back of the diner, completely secluded, so the idiot was fine. 

Not like you cared…

“I honestly don't know what you are so worried about. You didn't seem concerned about someone seeing you when you were jerking off this morning.” You teased, making him growl, his cock twitching a little at that recollection. “Fuck, I didn't know anyone was there. The library is always empty in the mornings.” He said in a low voice, his tone rough and holding so much spite in it. 

You couldn't help but chuckle. He looked so angry, but not like he could do anything about it. His massive body was stuck on the inside of your booth, his well-endowed cock and balls out on display. 

He was completely vulnerable to you…

Your eyes trailed him, taking him in slowly. You bit your lip. 

Even though the dork was a lowly peasant at your school, carrying his stupid little textbooks and allowing the jocks to beat on him when he had the muscles and height to beat their asses 10 fold. 

He had an impressive cock…

It stuck straight up in the air, a small patch of dark brown, coarse hair sat on the top of his shaft, trailing an irresistible line up under his beige sweater. His cock was long and thick and was about 10 inches, with a brown, angry tip dripping with precum and begging to be tasted and played with. 

During your moment of ogling, his large, veiny hand hastily covered the oddly, magnificent sight. You snapped your eyes up at him, eyes narrowing. His face was completely flushed, his hand attempting to cover his enormity between his legs. 

“Move.” You simply said with a hint of anger in your tone as you crossed your arms over your white-cladded chest. Miguel clenched his jaw, averting his gaze from you. 

It wasn't like he had anywhere to go. You've completely trapped him... 

His body was pressed between you and the wall, the table in the center, only assisted in ensnaring him. He cursed under his breath, his cock twitching behind his palm.

Your eyebrows knitted together, a feeling of overwhelming anger building up inside of you. This nerd, loner, whatever the fuck he classified as was something different…

He knew who you were, yet, he was disobeying you, talking back, and worst of all… 

Not submitting.

You've never met someone so fucking infuriating…

Your jaw clenched, trying to keep your composure and hit him where you knew it'd hurt the most. You slid closer to him, your thighs under your short, pink skirt touching his bare, thick ones. 

 “Move your hand or I'll make sure to send that little video of you jerking off to MJ. I think she’ll enjoy posting that onto her little blog for the whole college to see.” 

You said with an evil grin. You reveled in the way his amber eyes narrowed in rage, but a hint of fear could be seen in his brown orbs. His bushy eyebrows knitted together. “You wouldn't.” He said in his rough voice between breathy moans, causing you to laugh. 

You leaned towards him, your face so close to his that you could feel his minty breath against your glossy lips. 

“You and I both know I will.” You smirked, glimpsing down at his shielded hand over what you desired.

“So unless you want the entire college to know how much of a needy little puppy you are, you will move your damn hand and allow me to do whatever I please.” 

You spat, glancing down at his trembling hand and up at him. He held your hardened gaze for a moment longer before faltering. 

He knew he couldn't win here…

He cursed softly, his dark brown hair falling over his eyes. He captured his bottom lip in his teeth, as he moved his hands, placing them on either side of him on the booth. 

You smirked, licking your lips. “Good boy.” You whispered, patting his head like the doggy he was causing him to yank away. You scoffed, shaking your head. 

Glancing down, your eyes met his painfully hard and erect cock. You wrapped a hand around it, feeling how brick and sticky it was in your palm. You gripped it tightly, earning a soft groan to escape his lips. 

“I'm very pissed at you. What to know why?” You asked, squeezing his cock even more, making him hiss. He gripped the cushion of the booth, clenching his jaw once more. “Why?” He said through gritted teeth. 

“Why? You almost got us fucking caught with those outbursts, idiot.” You spat, finding a rhythm and stroking him harshly under the table. He groaned, his head falling back against the booth. ”Maybe you should f-fucking stop then.” He said through pants, which only made you chuckle. “Oh, I'm just finishing what you started in the library, puppy.” You said with a fake pout. 

“I thought you liked getting off in public places.” 

Miguel moaned softly at your words, his cock twitching in your hand in response. You raised an eyebrow. “Oh? Don't tell me that's the truth.” You teased with a soft chuckle.

No response was heard from him, defending nor agreeing with your proposal; only the occasional low moans and groans left his lips. You snarled, brushing your thumb along his slit, earning a rewarding jolt and a Spanish curse to fall from his lips. 

“If you won't respond to that, then answer this.” You spat, nose scrunched up in disgust whilst you continued stroking. “You act all big and fucking tough when you are alone with me, yet you curl up into a little ball when others are around.” You stated with a smirk. “Why is that?” 

“Because you don't fucking scare me.” He said angrily with a stable voice. You scoffed. “And others do?” You retorted with a snicker, causing him to growl in annoyance, looking away. “It's not like that.” 

“Oh yeah?” You quickened your pace on his cock, fisting him faster and pressing your palm into his shaft. He whined and whimpered uncontrollably, his large hand landing on your thigh, gripping it tightly through your skirt. 

Miguel was so damn frustrating. He was being as mysterious as he always was, beating around the bush and avoiding your questions like the damn plague.  

But you had a solution to that…

You brushed the pad of your thumb over his tip, intensifying his pleasure with every jerk of your hand. “I don't like your fucking attitude with me.” You spat, smacking his hand off your thigh and grabbing his chin.

You roughly turned him to look at you. His eyes dazed through his black glasses and his lips parted. “I hold the power of your entire reputation in my hands. I can get your big ass kicked out of this damn college just by showing the dean that little video of you.” You growled, looking his face over in complete rage. 

Do you fucking understand me?” You spat, your nails piercing into the underside of his chin. Your eyes glared daggers at him whilst you continued to slide your hand up and down his trembling shaft. 

He clenched his jaw, nostrils flaring as his hand landed on your wrist. Deep groans passed his tanned lips whilst you continued to please him. “Y-yes. Fuck.” He moaned, biting his lip. "Yes to what?" You demanded, running your thumb along the crown of his tip. His grip on your wrist tightened, making you smirk. "Yes, I-I understand." He said, his deep voice sounding rather airy and breathless.

"Good boy." You whispered, tilting your head at him and glancing down to see beads of pre-cum sprouting from his tip to drip down his shaft, coating your hand. 

Miguel growled. “What do you even want from me?” He asked through trembles of pleasure, his cock twitching in your fist. Your smirk broadened, turning your attention from his cock to the four-eyed male, his chin still resting in between your fingers.

 “You heard that conversation between Peter, MJ and I, did you not?” You inquired with a raised eyebrow, making him heave a trembling sigh. “Lapdog, right? That’s what you fucking want?” 

“Indeed.” You chuckled, releasing him. He whimpered, his thighs quivering, as heavy pants passed his lips. He rubbed his chin, pressing his backside into the leather cushions, breathing heavily.

You reached over him, grabbing a few napkins from its container to clean your hands. You could feel Miguel’s eyes on you as you looked over at him. 

You weren’t surprised to see the sight of anger and irritation, but what shocked you was the hint of curiosity found in his intense gaze. 

Was the dork interested in being your puppy...?’

“Why?” He finally asked after catching his breath. You laughed, turning to him with a smirk. “The better question is…

Why not?” 

You replied with a giggle. Miguel rolled his eyes and sighed once more. “And you want me to be your damn lapdog?” He said full of spite and rage. His amber eyes appeared redder than usual but it didn’t faze you. “Yes, or that video goes to everyone.” You said with an evil grin. “I think everyone would be rather surprised to see what you’ve been hiding under all that ugly clothing.” You chuckled, motioning down at his massive and still very hard cock. 

He snarled, looking away from you and out the window beside him. You faked a pout at him. You leaned towards him, pressing your plush lips against his ear, and ran a hand over his chest. 

“Come on, puppy. Don’t be so mad, you might even enjoy it.” 

You teased and to your anticipation, his cock throbbed in response. He groaned lowly, your chest, covered in a white crop top pressing into his arm. “Not like I have a damn choice.” He retorted, his voice still resonated with fury. 

“Well, get used to it.”

You uttered, licking a stripe across his sharp jawline, and enjoying how he shuddered at the sensation. You then pulled away, his amber eyes following you like the needy puppy he was. 

“Now, every doggy needs a collar.” You said with a smile, causing him a scowl. “I’m not wearing a damn collar.” 

“So quick to assume, puppy.” You giggled, only seeming to enrage the geek even more. “Stop calling me that.” It was rather annoying how he still believed he held some type of control here. 

He’ll learn sooner or later…

“You’ll grow to love it, puppy.” You emphasized on the name he hated, turning from his faltering glare to rummage in your $500 Prada bag, fishing out a toy you purchased just for your little doggy. 

When you acquired it, you turned to him, twirling the dark blue and red crystalized ring in your fingers. Miguel's eyes followed it, his chest heaving in confusion and disdain, but his cock pulsated in desire and curiosity. 

He could scowl and glare at you all he wanted, but his body gave him away every, single, time

“What the fuck is that?” He snapped, once he regained his composure, his amber eyes looking from the ring to you through his black eyeglasses. You bit your lip. “After our little run-in at the library this morning, I bought my new puppy something special.” His eyebrows furrowed. The geek looked perplexed for the first time.

It was a cute look on him…

“Oh don’t worry, it’ll be fun. I promise...” You giggled, glancing down at his brown cock, still twitching in desire. You then held your hand out to him, the large ring resting in your palm.

“Now…show me how much of a good doggy you can be and put this on…” 

"Ugh, they are saying it's another 20 minutes.” MJ groaned, climbing into the booth right after Peter. You heaved a sigh in irritation, Mama's diner was never this backed up. It was rather annoying to think you all would have to wait just for three measly milkshakes. 

“So what’s the two of you been doing? He looks like he’s about to fucking faint.” Peter joked, glancing over at Miguel whose bronze face was covered in beads of sweat. His amber eyes trained on the packet of math work once more. You chuckled, shrugging your shoulders. “I don’t know. The math problem must be stressing him out.”  You said with a smile, subtly glancing over at your phone that rested beside you on the booth, the vibrator app pulled up on the screen that was already at level 2.  

The ring that you had bought your new puppy was nestled around his cock and over his balls, simulating both of his sensitive areas. You gave him the benefit of the doubt to cover himself, you weren’t a total meanie. 

You just needed him to know his place, since it seemed he kept forgetting. 

So you decided to set him in front of two of the most popular students at your college with a pulsating vibrator around his cock. 

What better way would he learn..?

“Okay…” MJ said, brushing off the situation as nothing. “Umm, what even is his name?” She asked, talking about Miguel if he wasn’t even there. You turned to your puppy, giving him a soft pat on the head. “Tell her your name.” You said sweetly, noticing the subtle glare from him. “Miguel.” 

“Your full name.” You added with a smirk. “Miguel O’Hara.” He muttered, hastily returning to solving question 24 of your math packet. MJ looked between the two of you, taking in the interaction before leaning across the table towards you. 

When she spoke, her voice was in a low whisper. 

“Seriously, what are you up to with him?” 

She asked, her red eyebrows furrowed in concern. You scoffed, you couldn’t believe this chick. 

“Why the hell are you questioning anything that I do?” You spat angrily. “The fucking dweeb is just doing my damn homework.” You said, your eyes glaring into hers. 

Maybe it was the load of hair on MJ's head that was straining her brain and neck that caused her to forget her place; but regardless of what caused her sudden amnesia, one thing the little redhead better drill into her head was how much you'll enjoy fixing her errors and kicking her back into line if she'd overstepped.

You've done it to so many others, she'll be no different…

“Hey, hey, settle down,” Peter said, trying to calm the situation between the two of you. The tension in the air was so thick, it could be sliced with a spoon, let alone a knife.

“There's nothing wrong with what Y/N is doing,” Peter said, placing a hand on MJ’s shoulder and pulling her back towards his chest. MJ sighed, slowly nodding. “Yeah, my apologies.” You rolled your eyes, dismissing her as you met Peter’s eyes that also looked between Miguel and you. “Although, I must say…” He began, and to your surprise, settled his amber eyes onto Miguel. 

You smirked, loving to see how the aroused geek would handle this, your eyes trained on him. Miguel hesitantly looked up to be met with six eyes staring back at him.

“How the hell are you so…massive?” Peter asked with a chuckle. “You don’t do shit except read, play chess, or whatever else you nerds do.” Peter joked, causing everyone, except Miguel, to chuckle. Your eyes were stuck on Miguel as he glanced over at you and back at Peter. “Genetics.” He said in a low voice. 

Peter’s eyebrows furrowed. The introverted male’s words didn’t seem to have reached his ears. “What did you say? Speak up, man.” He laughed, causing Miguel to wet his lips. “Genetics. That's all it is.” He repeated in a louder tone. 

“You are telling me, you do not work out?” MJ asked in surprise, her blue eyes roaming over his body. You were certain she was checking your new puppy out. 

Oddly. you shot a glare at her.

Why the hell was she even talking?

MJ, thankfully, shut up after your look, but your puppy answered it anyway. “A little.” He replied, twirling the pencil in his thick fingers nervously. You couldn’t help but look at him. His massive musculature was snug under his beige sweater that seemed to hug him in all the right places. 

His biceps bulging, his hardened pecs defined and you could even sneak a peek at his abdominal muscles that pressed against the warm fabric. You bit your lip, the desire to get him out of that ugly sweater filling your being until you shook off the thought.

The damn dweeb was making you forget yourself…

But you couldn’t lie. 

The geek was exceeding your expectations…

Not only was he impressive for being at the very bottom of the student hierarchy and having the ability to make you feel all hot and bothered, but despite his cock and balls being heavily simulated by the vibrating ring, his voice didn't waver or falter.

Your puppy was tougher than you thought…

‘We’ll see about that.’

With a click of your phone, you raised the vibrations from a mere 2 to a 5. Instantly at the change, Miguel jolted in his seat. You watched with a look of pure innocence on your face as Peter’s eyebrows furrowed. 

He snickered, eyeing the glasses-wearing male across from him at the table. “Man, you are weird, but I’ll let it slide.” He said with a smile. “If the queen here can put up with your presence, which is rare.” Peter snickered. “I’ll be willing to open a spot on the team to see how you do.” Peter proposed, which shocked you.

It was hard to get on Peter’s football team, yet he was practically giving it to Miguel, the most hated male at school, on a silver platter. 

You couldn’t help but feel a little bit angry at that, slowly becoming a little possessive over your new puppy. 

But thankfully, Miguel said the words for you. “I-I’m not interested.” He uttered, clearing his throat and clenching the pencil tightly in his large hand. You smirked, watching Peter raise an eyebrow in surprise. He glanced over at MJ who had become quiet after your glare. 

“This dude is really turning down my offer, babe.” He said, nudging MJ who snapped out of her trance to turn her blue eyes onto Miguel. “That’s unfortunate.”

“Actually…” You said, instantly drawing their eyes on you. “It’s better if he didn’t. I’ll lose my new lapdog and we wouldn’t want that.

Isn’t that right?” 

You asked, running your manicured fingers through Miguel’s dark brown hair. You watched his jaw clench and a subtle blush spread across his lips.

Seems as if he's starting to like the name or you claiming him…

Indeed, Miguel was a naughty one…

Peter’s stunned expression instantly changed at your words. He cleared his throat, giving you a nod. “Of course, but the offer still stands.” He proposed once more, looking over at you as he said it. 

You gave him a small smile before MJ sat up in her chair with a grin. “Since the workers are taking so long, let’s play a game. Never Have I Ever anyone?!” She exclaimed, a smile adorning her cherry lips. You smirked at the idea. “Normally drinks are involved. We don’t have any.” You commented as instantly MJ reached into the pocket of Peter’s red and blue varsity jacket, pulling out his metal flask. He chuckled, shaking his head. “Damn, I thought you didn’t know about that.” 

“I know everything, baby.” MJ giggled, placing the metal flask in the center of the table. Your smirk only broadened at the sight. You glanced over at Miguel who had his head lowered over the math packet on the table. He was panting, and his thighs were trembling next to your own. He wasn’t writing anything as he seemed like he was just sitting there.

But you knew what your needy puppy was up to…

He was enjoying himself, relishing in the simulation from the vibrator ring you had bought him. You couldn’t help the evil grin that spread across your lips at the sight. 

Whilst Peter and MJ talked amongst themselves on the rules of the game, you leaned closely to Miguel, pressing your glossy lips against his ear. 

“Are you liking your little toy, puppy?” You inquired, causing him to suck in a breath. “Ay cono, turn it off.” He panted, whispering to you in desperation. He turned his hooded eyes onto you and you met his gaze with a smirk. “Why? You like it.” You whispered back with a smile, watching his ears redden and a vein bulge from his forehead in an attempt to suppress his anger, your smile broadened at the sight.

“So no, it’s not coming off anytime soon.” You told him. “Now, you’ll play this game with us and finish my work later.” 

“I don’t want to fucking play.” He growled, making your forced smile falter.

You subtly reached over to your phone, turning the vibrations up from level 5 to 7. Miguel's voice became caught in his throat, his hand landing on your thigh once more. You could even faintly hear the buzzing in his jeans that was slowly making the geek lose his composure. 

His large palm was over your smooth skin as he gripped it tightly whilst he quivered. He cursed under his breath, beginning to softly pat your thigh to call a truce. 

You watched him with a smirk, loving how he was writhing and squirming in his seat knowing you were the sole cause of it. “I-I’ll play.” He whined, lowering his head to hide, his amber eyes on you over his arm. You smiled, lowering it back to a mere 5. 

‘Don’t piss me off.’  You mouthed, turning back to Peter and MJ to see they were, thankfully, still talking. 

You didn’t want to hear what any of them had to say when it came to Miguel and you.

Especially from MJ. 

“The dweeb is going to play too.” You said, hastily gaining everyone’s attention. “Awesome. Do you want to go around as ages? Whoever is the youngest goes first?” MJ suggested. “I think the oldest should go first.” You said with a smirk, knowing everyone would choose the latter since you, the queen bee, said so.

If your intuition was correct,  which it always was, you sensed Miguel was older than the rest of you. His demeanor and rough look showed his maturity, and you couldn’t help but become a little aroused at the assumption. 

“Fine. I’m 23.” MJ said, glancing over at Peter next. “25.” He replied, soon looking at you. “24.” You smiled before finally setting your eyes on the trembling male. His amber eyes shifted from all of your eager gazes. He cleared his throat, tanned cheeks a soft red. “26.” His voice, like usual, was deep and rather low, but you heard his answer loud and clear. 

You were right…

The muscular geek was not only a disobedient lowlife, but he was older than you. 

‘How fun?’ You thought, looking him up and down beside you. It made everything even sweeter. 

“Well, you go first,” Peter said, motioning to Miguel with his head, his dark brown hair swaying with his slight movement. Miguel gulped, merely sitting there for a while. It was for so long that you pondered if he had even played the common game before until he spoke. 

“Never had I ever fallen asleep during a movie.” He muttered, keeping his gaze on the table.

'A boring one, as you thought'

You groaned, nudging his arm. “Come on, that shit blows.” You said with an eye roll. “We want something steamy, hot…” You whispered, reaching over to caress his thigh under the table. He gulped, clenching his jaw. His hand landed on yours to cease your movement. “Fine…”He said, turning to look at you in particular. 

“Never had I ever walked in on someone without knocking.” 

Miguel asked with a smirk that made you pissed beyond anything else.

You growled, hearing Peter and MJ begin to discuss their answer. “Gosh, I walked in on one of the guys with their girlfriends in the locker room.” Peter groaned as MJ didn’t have an unfortunate occurrence happen to her, but not like you cared about either of them at the moment. 

You glared at Miguel, his taunting smirk and stupid glasses adoring his face, the desire to slap them both off overwhelming your being. 

You turned to see Peter already taking a swig of the metal flask, a grimace on his face after the drink. “Shit, I knew I shouldn’t have chosen the strong stuff.” He commented, glancing up at you. “Now, what about the Queen bee? Walked in on one of those baddies at your sorority house?” He inquired with a chuckle. You looked over at Miguel, his eyes narrowing as he watched you take the flask, taking a huge gulp of the liquor. 

As Peter said, the shit was strong, it took everything in you not to cough, suppressing the urge by clearing your throat. “No…” You replied, placing the flask back on the table and subtly looking over at Miguel before meeting your two associates' curious gaze. “Then what happened then?” MJ asked, deeply intrigued.

“Well, I walked in on someone jerking off.” 

You noticed beside you, Miguel’s entire body became rigid on the booth; his hand squeezed yours under the table in a rather desperate way. He was begging you with the slight touch to cease any further words.

How cute…

You smirked at the feeling, loving how you had the dweeb filled with anxiety and nervousness about if you'll spill his deep secret or not. 

But you're only a bitch when you want to be…

“That’s all you get though.” You laughed, causing cries of frustration to erupt, although you didn’t miss the sigh of relief that passed Miguel’s lips even though he was the one who called your bluff and dug his own grave. 

“First round, and it seems Queen Bee and I are tied on who’s paying for our order.” Peter laughed, causing you to roll your eyes. “If it ever gets here,” MJ added with a groan.  

“Even more of a reason to continue playing,” Peter said with a smirk. “But it seems as if it’s my turn, being 25 and all.” He said, sitting back against the cushions, humming in thought.

“Ah, got one.” He commented with a grin. “Never had I ever used a mirror during a romantic encounter.” He proposed, his amber eyes looking around the table. 

Of course, being the fun queen bee you were, you took the flask.

“I mean, if you haven’t, you are missing out.” You smirked, taking another swig of the strong liquor, feeling the sting in the back of your throat when you placed the container back on the table. You could feel the heat radiating from Miguel’s body at the mention of you doing something so naughty.

You wouldn’t mind doing something like that with him only when he was ready…

A small blush spread across MJ’s cheeks. “I’ve always wanted to do it.” She said, bringing a sly grin to Peter's lips. He snaked an arm around her, caressing her arm. “Oh really? We can always do it after-

“Oh my gosh. Get a fucking room already.” You interrupted with a chuckle, eyeing the two lovebirds. “Okay, okay,” MJ said with a giggle, eyes turning to Miguel who hastily dismissed it with a head shake. 

Of course, the fucking dweeb doesn’t know how to have fun. 

With you, he’ll know nothing else, you’ll make sure of it. 

“Well, It’s your turn now.” MJ smiled. Finally, it was your turn. Instantly thinking of a proposition that can really spill some deep shit about Miguel. 

Something he's been hiding…

You sat back in your seat, pondering your answer when your eyes met Miguel. Just the sight of the massive male was making your brain sprout with ideas. Who knew how helpful he could be with just his mere presence? 

Why not reward him for the assistance?

Subtly, you sat up, turning the vibrations up to a 7 whilst starting up your round. 

“Never had I ever had a sensual encounter in a public place and secretly liked it.”

You proposed, glancing over at Miguel who was losing it. He gritted his teeth, lowering his head to try to hide his fluttering eyes and heavy pants, but your associates’ words surprised you. “Gosh, both of us.” You heard them say, drawing your attention from your puppy.

“Yeah, we did a vibrator challenge on each other and we went to a mall,” Peter said with a smile and a head shake “It wasn’t enjoyable with the many people around at the sudden bursts of pleasure but overall…it was fun,” MJ added, snuggling into Peter’s chest.

You slowly nodded, retaining the idea for further use and glancing back over at Miguel who was shaking. You felt his hand on your thigh once more and soon his soft pats as if he was a wrestler trying to tap out of the ring. 

But you weren’t a merciful referee, he can endure it a little longer…

You leaned in close to him, pretending to lean down and pick up the pencil that had accidentally rolled off the table due to his squirming. “Lift your head and play the damn game.” You spat harshly into his ear. He frantically shook his head. “Fuck, I-I can’t.” He whined breathlessly. “Mierda, I’m close. I-I can’t.” He repeated, only making you smirk. 

“Be a good puppy, hold it, and play the game, or I’ll raise it to the highest level.” You told him sternly, your fingers finding the pencil in the leather cushions. You soon rose, a smile on your lips as you placed the wooden tool onto the table. “Miguel, how about you?” You inquired in a sweet voice, the lovebirds finishing their swigs of the flask. “Done anything fun in public and secretly enjoyed it?” You asked, curious about how he'd answer and respond.

Like a good doggy, he lifted his head like you commanded. His dark eyes looked between the three of you, before simply reaching over and taking a swig of the flask. 

“Fucking hell!? The nerd knows fun.” Peter commented with a laugh whilst the rest of you looked in amazement with a grin. Miguel placed the flask down, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Explain.” You urged, nudging him with a kick under the table. He jolted, shooting you a subtle glare. You raised an eyebrow, reaching over for your phone when Miguel gave you a gentle squeeze of desperation. “Okay…” He began, exhaling and trying to regain his composure whilst holding back his release and being heavily stimulated. 

“I was getting a-a handjob under the table…i-in a diner similar to this.” He said, making you smile, knowing exactly what he was referring to. “T-The girl was fucking rude and mean, but h-had skilled hands.

Very skilled hands.”

He gulped, avoiding your eyes whilst he spoke. “But t-that’s pretty much it. I liked it...Who wouldn't." Miguel said, looking down at his lap and leaving the table speechless.

You didn’t know to be flattered, angry at his description of you, or apathetic. A burning desire in your gut to simply drag him to the bathroom of Mama’s diner and see just how good his cock would feel inside of you.

The geek had surprised you with his answer, this being the only time he had spoken his mind and said his true thoughts since he sat down at this fucking booth. 

“Damn, sounds hot,” MJ said, making you turn your attention from your loyal puppy to her. “Wish I had the guts like that rude girl you described. I could never.” She said lowly, bringing a wave of pride over you. Her compliment only fueled your already replete ego. 

After the steamy encounter that Miguel explained to the group, it was now MJ’s turn, but just when she was about to speak, her phone pinged with a message. She glanced down at the glowing screen, her eyebrows instantly furrowing. “Oh my gosh, babe, we have to go. I’m needed at the university.” She quaked, turning her blue eyes upon you. “I’m so sorry to pause the game and leave so early.” She apologized, standing up from the booth alongside her ride and boyfriend, Peter. 

“I can only assume it's for the newspaper, so I’ll let it slide.” You told her as she thanked you, hastily exiting Mama’s diner. Peter watched with a chuckle, tucking his hands into his red varsity jacket, standing beside you at the table.

“Well, I guess we’ll be seeing you around, Queen Bee.” He smirked, taking your hand and placing a kiss on your knuckles. You raised an eyebrow, a smile on your lips.

When he pulled away, he gave your knuckles an affectionate caress with his thumb, meeting your eyes. “Call me anytime.” He whispered, giving you that signature charming smile and a wink that made every person on campus faint and die on the spot before leaving behind his girlfriend. 

You couldn’t lie, you were a little surprised at Peter’s forwardness.

You’ve noticed his interest in the great Queen bee, who isn’t, but he had a girlfriend, and unfortunately for him…

You don’t like to share. 

Many whiny groans and the sound of loud buzzing brought you from your thoughts as you turned to look at Miguel in the corner to see something even more astonishing. 

Miguel was panting, breathing heavily with his head pressed against the back of the leather booth. His black denims were drawn down, revealing his strained cock and the beautiful red and blue vibrator ring around his base. His eyes rolled uncontrollably behind his glasses, his mouth agape whilst he rambled in a blend of Spanish and English.

You could only make out the English phrases and words he uttered which mostly were begs and pleas all desiring one thing and one thing only. 

“Please -ay cono. Let me cum. Please, let me cum."  

He implored incessantly, his words so full of need and desperation. You could tell he was slowly losing it, the pleasure was blinding him and he was only at level 7. 

You were hoping to try the highest level on him, but maybe another time…

You didn’t want to completely ruin your new puppy…

You leaned towards him, running a finger over his sticky tip, tracing patterns across it. He whined and squirmed in his seat at your touch. “Aww, you want to stop playing already? I wanted to try level 10.” You told him with a fake pout. He frantically shook his head, gasps of air passing his parted lips. “Goodness no. Please, I-I can’t take anymore.” He begged so perfectly that you almost allowed him to.

Well,

Almost…

“I’ll let you cum on one condition.” You proposed, taking his chin in your fingers and turning him to face you. His eyes fluttered, his hands finding your wrist and grabbing on tightly to stabilize himself. His face was flushed, his defined cheeks, a rosy red, and his forehead was covered with beads of sweat. He was so adorable like that, practically begging you with his hooded doe eyes to allow him to cum. You smirked, caressing his chin.

“Tell me you are my little puppy and sweeten the deal with a cute little bark.” 

You giggled, eliciting a growl that came out more like a groan. “A-Are you fucking serious?” He panted, making your smile only broaden. “Very, and I’ll only raise the level of the vibrator if you don’t.” You said with a grin, loving the look of defeat that covered his face. “Shit.” He cursed, looking away. 

“No, eyes on me.” 

You hastily yanked his chin back towards you. He clenched his jaw, making eye contact with you. 

“I-I’m your…l-little… 

Puppy.” 

He uttered reluctantly through shaky moans as you waited patiently for the best part of his whole confession. He growled, shaking his head. “I’m not barking.” 

You huffed, giving him a stern look. “Do I have to threaten you again about that video? How about I take that little vibrator and give it to the dean instead?” You said with an evil grin. “It has your…essence all over it. Wouldn’t be hard to discover it’s yours.” You cackled. He shook his head, gazing up at you through breathy moans. 

“You are s-such a bitch.” 

“Are you sure? You are looking more like a bitch than me right now.” You spat with a laugh, piercing your nails into his chin, making him hiss. “Now be my good little puppy and bark.”  You demanded once more, eyes trained on his angry and flushed face. 

You watched Miguel resist you as hard as he could. He put up such a fight, being so quiet for a good while, but just like any wild dog, they break, they snap…

They submit. 

So, it didn’t take long before the most satisfying sounds filled your ears.

“Woof…

Woof.” 

Your smirk widened. You were overjoyed, staring down at your official new lapdog. “Gosh, I’m going to have so much fun with you.” You declared, caressing his chin affectionately. Miguel’s eyebrows rose in surprise and his entire face turned red; even his cock frantically throbbed around the pulsating ring.

Like a dog wagging his tail, he seemed to like that idea very much... 

You wrapped a hand around his cock, stroking him at a fast pace whilst the ring continued to stimulate him. “Be a good boy and cum for me.” You whispered. “Make a mess of my hand.”  You told him, kissing along his jawline and earning a loud groan to pass his lips. His hips left the seat, meeting your fist as he thrust upwards. “Oh yes. Fuck.” He cried through closed eyes.

He continued his movements, the leather seat squeaking a little. His cock glided in and out of your palm, completely slick with his precum. You could even feel how powerful the vibrations were on his sensitive cock as he continued to fuck into your fist.

“Voy a- voy a- mierda.

 I’m cumming.” 

A guttural, deep moan erupted from deep within his chest, his thick thighs quivering. His veins bulge along the underside of his abdomen upon his climax. He thrusts one final time into your fist before shooting his load. 

And the four-eyed male just kept impressing you over and over again. 

His release seemed to be endless. More and more of his seed dripped from his slit, coating your hand and the buzzing toy. The vibrating ring and your fisting only seem to milk him for all he’s worth causing him to whimper and whine uncontrollably, continuing to paint his shaft, your hand, his beige sweater, and the leather seats white. 

When he was finished, you looked down at the huge mess he’d made. “Look at what you’ve done.” You purred, grabbing a few napkins to clean your hands. Miguel didn’t respond, only babbling softly, his words unintelligible. 

You laughed at his face which was completely fucked-out. You relieved him of the vibrator, turning it off and removing it from his swollen shaft. The toy was completely coated and sticky with his fluids.

You smirked, eyeing the white-coated ring. It was so enticing and you couldn't help but bring the ring to your mouth to give it a taste. Like savoring the sweetness of honey upon a wand, you ran your tongue along the toy, all whilst humming in ecstasy. 

Your eyes fluttered at the taste. His seed was different…

You couldn't quite put it into words, but his essence was something you’ll definitely want more of in the future…

Something you had to taste straight from the source…

After sucking the ring clean, you placed it into your bag and slid closer to Miguel. His eyes were still closed, his chest heaving up and down. His body spasmed as small tremors spread through his massive being. 

You turned his face towards you, a finger resting under his chin. His eyes fluttered open to meet your satisfied gaze. “I’m happy you enjoyed yourself, puppy.” You whispered, an airy chuckle passing his lips at your words. “I had no choice…

So I might as well enjoy it.” 

He muttered breathlessly. His response made you even prouder. 

Your little puppy was understanding the game, the fun. You couldn’t help but love the stupid dork even more. 

You leaned closer to him, your nose brushing against his. 

“Finally, you are starting to get it.” 

You uttered, pressing a rough and searing kiss to his mouth. Miguel, completely exhausted and shocked, instantly lost the fight, giving you control. 

You devoured his mouth hungrily. His plush lips felt just right and tasted even better as your tongue entered his parted lips. He groaned, kissing you back, but not enough to dominate nor challenge you.

Which you adored so much…

You kissed him until you were satisfied, sucking his lips until they were pink and swollen and tasting his mouth with your tongue. You then pulled away from his enticing lips, the both of you panting heavily. You looked him over with a smirk, patting his head and running your manicured fingers through his dark hair, and to your satisfaction, he didn’t pull away.

Either from weariness or pure enjoyment, it seemed your puppy had accepted his role…

 But you couldn’t be so sure….

You smiled, sliding out of the booth and picking up your $500 Prada bag from the seat. His amber eyes were full of confusion as he looked you over. You gazed down at your adorable lapdog, standing before him in your lavish clothes of a white crop top, pink Gucci jacket, skirt, and heels. 

You gave him a sly grin, slinging your purse over your shoulder. “Clean yourself up and have my homework done by 10. 

I want you at my sorority house tonight.” 

You grinned, watching his tanned cheeks turn a deep red. Your eyes took him in one last time, taking in his little mess, his flustered, stunned expression, softened cock, his massive body, and stupid, dorky glasses. 

All of that and so much more was yours now. 

All yours…

“See you then.” You giggled, blowing him a kiss and turning on your pink high heels, leaving Miguel flabbergasted.

You swung open the door of Mama’s diner, stepping out onto the sidewalk and into the bustling streets of Nueva York. You placed on your pink cute shades, the evening sun beaming upon your face, as an unshakeable smile dressed your glossy lips. 

You were excited, no, delighted. 

You had something better than a measly assistant that you had desired before. 

You had a permanent peasant, a puppy who was none other than the outcast of your college…

The student at the bottom of the student hierarchy and hated by all was officially yours. And you couldn’t wait to have so much more fun with your little bitch boy, Miguel O’Hara.

Your new lapdog…

A/N: I enjoyed writing this soo much!! 😆

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P.S: Part 3 of 'A Fate Worse Than Death' would be up next week, my apologies, I just had to write this one. 😌

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A Second Chance PT 9

Summary: After the loss of his daughter Miguel wants nothing to do with kids that is until he impulsively offers his pregnant neighbor a job at the Spider-Society.

Tags for this chapter: Grumpy x Sunshine, Double life, Secret Identity, FLUFF, Vulgar language, Miguel x reader, Spiderman 2099 x reader, them being awkward, Reader going into labor......8.8k words

AND BEFORE Y'ALL SAY ANYTHING YES IK I TOOK FOREVER AND I'M SO SO SORRY!!! There's not really much to say other than I started working my school load got worse and when I finally got to writing and wanting to edit I was sick really bad for damn near a whole week. BUT I'M HERE NOW AND I'M PRESENT! I tried to let y'all know I'm alive by answering some anon asks, comments etc. Another thing Idk if it's because the tag list is too long but for the past 3 or 4 chapters as the tag list grew Tumblr was giving me a major problem uploading the chapters. And I know we only have one more chapter after this but unfortunately, I can't add any more of you guys. So if you want to get notified for the last chapter and future stories that I have you'll have to follow me and turn on notification. I'M SORRY LOVELIES.

Disclaimer there will be descriptions of a woman going into active labor. (Nothing too vivid) Although everyone's labor story is different and of course, people who have been pregnant will be able to explain and give a better description. I have not been pregnant before so I don't have a proper understanding of what really happens during that time. Just wanted to give you guys a heads-up and apologize if I got anything wrong. Mwah<333

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You stare at Miguel in horror as he slowly closes his eyes.

“M-Miguel..?” Your voice is so small you can barely even hear yourself. Immediately you place your fingers on his neck to check for his pulse. You meant it with every fiber in your being that you wouldn’t know what to do if you lost him. You want him there with you…you need him.

You let out a strangled cry when you managed to feel his pulse. You look at Lyla as you wipe your face. “L-Lyla where are they he's still alive but he needs to-”

“They're on their way, it has to be through a helicopter the roads well…you know” You nod your head before you gently begin to stroke his face with one hand as the other rests on your stomach.

You can hear the helicopter coming from a distance. So you place a kiss on his forehead before Ben helps you up as the paramedics emerge from the helicopter a few feet over. You watch as they slowly begin to load Miguel onto the stretcher that they have. Gathering the information that you need from the paramedics to locate him you wait until Peter gets help before allowing Ben to take you home.

As much as you protest against it he didn't allow it. Nor did Lyla. All you wanted to do was go straight to Miguel but that wasn't even an option. Their reasoning “Miguel would kill us if he found out we allowed you to walk home by yourself, especially after all this”

Once reaching home you try your hardest to calm yourself down for your sake and the baby's. You quickly grab your hospital bag just in case and fill it up with snacks you plan on staying by his side for as long as you can before you are forced to leave.

•°~°•

Finally making it to the hospital and given today's current events everything is a mess. Doctors are running everywhere, patients are overflowing the hallways, there's clearly no room for them. You gently cradle your stomach as you take in your surroundings there's blood…. everywhere. Some people are screaming out in agony while others try their best to apply pressure to their wounds.

You make a beeline for the front desk and ask for Miguel O’Hara. It takes a few minutes for the receptionist to find Miguel but when she finally does you have to try to keep your cool when she says you can't be allowed to see him. You blurt out that he's the father of your child and she looks at you up and down before giving you the directions to his room.

You decided to go by yourself because you knew the Spiders were busy. You know that they have bigger things to worry about and…it just doesn't seem fair. Plus you're positive that they'll get here eventually. He is their boss after all. You have to count even numbers in your head to keep yourself focused. This is the only way that's preventing you from crying. You just can't believe that it has come to this. Ben almost died, Miguel almost died and so many innocent people got caught in the crossfire. None of this would've happened if it wasn't for your ex.

None. Of. This.

You know he said that this isn't your fault but as you pass by taking note of the amount of injured people and the amount of people covered in dust from the fallen buildings you are slowly starting to think otherwise. You try to blink back your tears as you finally reach his room. Taking a deep breath you enter as you exhale. From the distance, you can see there are bandages wrapped around his left arm, his forehead, and even his abdomen. Slowly you pull up a chair next to his bed holding onto his hand before gently brushing his hair back. As you examine his features you take note of his busted bottom lip and the lack of color in his face.

You hate this…you hate this a lot. He's like this because of you all of this the pain, the suffering everything is because of you. You place a gentle kiss on his forehead before deciding to give your doctor a call. Granted you are sure that she's probably busy but you want to check in to make sure everything is alright with the baby.

•°~°•

Each day for the next 3 weeks you stayed in Miguel's room for 5 hours. You couldn't help it not being there with him not knowing if he's going to be okay not knowing if he's making progress. Not knowing if he's going wake up….

You hate every minute of this.

You hate that as each day goes by you're dealing with the horrible aftermath that your ex created. It's in the news, and the newspapers, multiple streets are still closed off because of all the debris that still litters the roads. It’s devastating how dreadful the city of Nueva York has become although not many people voice their opinions you can see it all around you. While you go to the grocery store and go to and from the hospital then the Spider Society. You can tell that people are visibly shaken up by the attack and each time you do you feel yourself slowly being ripped apart.

Pausing in your tracks you stop staring down at your stomach as you feel her moving around. She's been moving around way more than usual, it feels like but your doctor said that it's normal around this time.

You've been trying to keep yourself busy by helping out at Spider Society in any way that you can but they don't really allow you to do anything. You can tell that everyone feels sorry for you as you walked along the halls, saw their small smiles and felt the reassuring touches on your arm. Deep down inside you know that they know who Spinebreaker was to you. Maybe they are just too scared to say anything.

You are pulled out of your thoughts when you feel a breeze as a doctor passes by. Holding your stomach you gently begin to walk towards Miguel's room. You're 37 weeks pregnant and honestly, you're just ready to meet your baby girl. On top of all of that the stress and your constant worrying about Miguel, Peter and the rest of the Spiders, and just everything else. It's not making things any easier.

•°~°•

You sit in Miguel's room across from him crocheting socks for your baby. Is it selfish for you to hope that he wakes up before she gets here so you won't be alone? You're scared….really scared that you'll have to do this all on your own. Although it's still early your stomach has dropped. It's not completely low but it's lower than it was this morning. Since Jess just had her baby you've been asking her any questions that you could think of so you could be ready.

You let out a deep sigh as you stretch your neck. Deciding it's time to take a break you put the yarn down on your lap and sink further into the chair as you begin to rub your stomach. You're hungry again but the last thing you want to do is get up. Your stomach is grumbling or at least you think it is. You decide to hum a song that your mom used to sing to you when you were younger before closing your eyes.

You don't know how long your eyes were closed but when you open them you watch Miguel's fingers twitching. You think nothing of it because his fingers have been twitching before over the past 3 weeks. But the longer you stare you realize that it's tapping to the beat of the song. Beginning to sit up straight you quickly begin to hum the song a little louder. You gently sit on the bed, careful not to sit on him. You begin to stare at him before placing a gentle hand on his face as the other one rests on your stomach. The minute his eyes flicker open you can already feel your tears fighting to break through. Too scared to speak and too scared that you’ll end up scaring him in the process you sit there quietly stroking his face as he begins to rapidly look around the room.

“Y-You’re okay just in a hospital. Everything's okay now….he's gone. He can't hurt me or anyone anymore” You watch as he opens his mouth presumably to speak but nothing comes out.

“It's okay take your time”

You watch as he slowly manages to bring a hand to rest on the opposite side of your stomach.

“Are you guys okay?”

Quickly moving your hand that’s on your stomach to rest on his you rapidly nod your head.

“Y-yeah we’re okay….hungry but okay,” You say in between short laughs.

Watching as he slowly begins to move you give him some space as he sits up. You begin to stand so you can help him prop up pillows behind his back but he waves you off and moves over patting the bed so you can sit. Happily following orders you take a seat as you begin to wipe away stray tears.

“I’m sorry”

Immediately your eyes meet his and you look at him confusedly. “Please don’t apologize to me otherwise I’m going to be crying for the remainder of my pregnancy” And of course, he doesn’t listen.

“I’m sorry……for leaving you….both behind for so long I-” You cut him off with a shake of your head as your tears begin to fall all over again.

“We’re just glad to have you come back to us….it’s been hard without you” Miguel looks at you then his eyes dart down to your stomach before he slowly begins to take off the bandages on his abdomen as the sun peeks through the curtains. He takes a peek checking to see if there are any wounds and to your surprise his stomach is bare. As if nothing ever happened. You quietly watch him as he begins to assess his wounds. Not sure of what you should do you let him do his thing. But you feel like you should call a doctor or nurse in here.

He begins to roll his neck and stretch out his arms and legs as popping and cracking sounds fill the air. “How long?” You rest your hands under your stomach before you find the courage to answer him.

“Uh…it's been 3 weeks Miguel” A beat passes before he speaks again and with the look on his face you know that it isn't anything good. You open your mouth to speak just as he begins to rip out the IV from his arm. A loud sound from the machine fills the room Miguel pays it no mind as he begins to get off the bed.

Slowly you begin to get off the bed. “Miguel wait you can't just-”

He cuts you off.

“Let's go didn't you say you were hungry” You stare at him in bewilderment. “I-I mean yes but you can't just-” Before you finish your sentence nurses and doctors run into the room and immediately begin accessing Miguel and coaxing him back into his bed. You step out of the way so they can do their thing.

“I'm fine just get me my papers so I can be dismissed”

“No you were just in a coma for 3 weeks we need to check to make sure-” He cuts them off with a brush of his shoulders.

“I'm fine just let me go”

You watch as the doctors begin to fix the IV and the nurses begin to assess his wounds…that uh no longer exist.

“Sir you can't just leave—Oh your wounds are….”

“Yeah I know my wounds are healed, can I go now?”

You get surprised when one of the doctors turns to you. “Can you please convince him to stay?” Your eyes dart to Miguel and you guys stare at each other for a bit and before you can even say anything you watch as his shoulders sag and he lets out a sigh.

“Fine but make it quick”

•°~°•

For the next hour, Miguel's doctors and nurses check on his vitals, his heartbeat, and his blood pressure. They even called in the physical therapist so they could do a few exercises with him just to make sure everything was okay.

You both are currently walking to the parking lot in silence. You try to follow him as much as you can but he even slowed down for you and you still can't manage. Keeping your hands under your stomach as you watch him walk only a few feet in front of you a small smile emits on your face. You're just really happy that he's back and for the most part, he seems to be doing well.

You look down at your stomach before you decide to slowly rub it. You wonder to yourself how big could you possibly get.

“What are you over there smiling about?” When you look up you see that he has his hand out for you and that he stopped walking. You reach for it and he intertwines your fingers together before you both start slowly waking again.

“Nothing I'm just happy you're here I really missed you” He looks at you briefly and squeezes your hand.

“I missed you too” You walk in silence and by the time you reach your car, it takes you both 2 minutes to decide who's going to drive.

“Do you even remember how to drive?”

“I was in a coma, not 6 feet under” You roll your eyes as he gets into the driver's seat and the ride back home falls in comfortable silence. When you finally reach your place you stand there shifting your feet as you look up at him unsure of what to say. Prior to all of this, you both shared something, exchanged three words, and a kiss. You told him you loved him and he said it back…did that actually mean something or was that all in the spur of the moment. Deciding to do what you do best you start up a conversation in hopes of getting over this…uh awkward state.

Here goes nothing.

“Did you grow you look taller”

“You look healthy”

You pause realizing you both spoke at the same time. “If by healthy you mean big sure I gained weight in these past 3 weeks''

He sighs before he answers, rubbing the back of his neck with his right arm. “Well, it looks good on you” You give him a small smile before you begin to fiddle with the doorknob.

“If you say so…I'm just ready for her to be here. I'm ready to meet her, hold her, touch her. I can't wait Miguel” You place a hand on your lower back before rubbing your stomach.

“I…can't wait either” You lock eyes with him for a brief moment and as you smile at him you swear you catch him doing the same.

“Really?”

“Really”

Silence fills the hall and Miguel takes a step closer to you. He takes a deep breath before he takes his left hand to cradle your face.

“Listen, I meant everything that I said before-” His words were cut off by the flashing of his watch. Damn, you forgot you got another one from Lyla for him.

You tuck some of your curls behind your ears as you let out a nervous laugh.

“Duty calls I guess” He sighs before he swipes his thumb across your cheek before tucking his hand back into his pocket.

“I mean you don’t have to go…since you know you just got back and all maybe you should rest. You know and start back tomorrow” You begin to wipe your palms on your leggings as they begin to sweat.

He begins to slowly shake his head as he takes a step back.

“It's…been a while I should probably check and see if they turned the whole place upside down”

“Oh okay um yeah you should go and do that” You begin to unlock your door only opening it a little bit just enough so your feet can peek through. “You know they missed you right?” He scoffs at your words and rolls his eyes.

“Yeah right”

“I'm being serious we all missed you Miguel…so don't ever pull a stunt like that again”

“Yes, I'll try not to die from here on out” Rolling your eyes as you fully step inside you linger with your hand on the doorknob while resting your head on the door.

“Well I’ll be here you know if you ever need me or anything”

“Yeah…I know. I’ll let you know if anything” He gives you a nod before walking away. You wait till he disappears from your line of view before closing the door and the minute you do Lyla emerges from your watch.

“Really that's it?” You pause as you take off your shoes to look at her. “I don't know what you're talking about”

“You guys haven't seen each other in three weeks. You guys kissed and said you loved each other and that's the best you got?” You roll your eyes at her as you begin to make yourself a snack.

“Well what else was I supposed to do…you know how nervous he makes me. As a matter of fact, where were you that exact push of courage would've been great”

“I was trying to you know…give you guys space. But that clearly didn't work. Now go and call him back so you guys could talk” You immediately begin to shake your head no. “Lyla, you and I both know that man is halfway there and he won't come back just because-” She cuts you off.

“That's the thing though he would come back just because you asked” You sigh as you sink into your couch with your jar of pickles in hand. “Maybe another time….and I'm sure he really wants to get back to work you know him” Lyla gives you a shrug before disappearing back into the watch.

•°~°•

A few days have gone by and you haven’t really spoken to Miguel since you last saw him. It was to be expected though since he’s been gone for a while. He has checked in with you a few times but apart from that you haven’t seen him. Every time you have gotten on the phone it has been...uh kind of awkward and to say you hate it would be an understatement. But to have that conversation of “What are we” over a watch just doesn’t seem right to you. Maybe Lyla was right maybe you should've called him back so you could talk things out.

But on the brighter side of things you are now 38 weeks and 4 days and yes you have been keeping track of the days. You meant it when you said you can’t wait for her to get here. Her movements have gotten a little bit more frequent or more powerful you should say.

Today you've woken up feeling more tired than usual. You're not trying to freak yourself out but as you looked in the mirror your stomach has definitely dropped really low and that means you could potentially have the baby very soon. You haven't been feeling any contractions though so it probably isn't going to happen today but still, you're so nervous. You've been just doing routine checks on the nursery and your hospital bag making sure that everything is ready.

To say you are nervous would be an understatement are you really going to have to do this all alone? The only person whom you would think to call is Miguel….but would he even want to come? Especially learning that he had a daughter. Wouldn't this be weird for him? Plus you don’t even know where you guys stand since you haven’t really had that chance to talk. But you do know you feel the most comfortable with him and honestly you wouldn’t want anyone else. You meant it when you said that you love him….you just hoped that he meant it too.

•°~°•

A few days have passed and you finally made it to 39 weeks. All day you've been experiencing some pains that you were able to confirm with your doctor are contractions. It hasn't been in short intervals like you know it needs to be but you do know that the pains have a little kick to it.

Now in the middle of the night 5 am to be exact and you woke up to a pain in your stomach and lower pelvis.

You've barely been able to keep calm while making breakfast and by lunchtime, the pain is slowly starting to increase. You can’t believe you’re going to say this but you think the baby is coming today. Finally deciding to make the decision you decide it’s best to take a shower and just…get ready.

You are standing in front of the sink lotioning up, nervous out of your mind as you feel her moving around. The minute you feel a very prominent kick your movements come to a halt the second you hear it. Immediately turning your head to look at the shower in case you didn't fully close the faucet all the way. Feeling tears forming in your eyes you immediately glance down.

Your water broke.

You take a deep breath bracing your hands on the counter. You try not to let your emotions run too high but that's easier said than done. After you finish getting dressed you stare at your watch before deciding to give him a call. You wait patiently for him to pick up as you rub your stomach. It however keeps on ringing and heads straight to voicemail. Letting out a deep sigh you pause for a second deciding to check in with Lyla before calling him again.

“Hey, Lyla is he busy right now? Actually don’t answer that can you let him know that I'm trying to reach him” Lyla quickly nods her head before assessing your features. “Honeybun why do you sound like that” You begin to rub your stomach as you let out a nervous laugh. “I-I think I’m going into labor” Lyla takes in a sharp breath before she starts jumping up and down.

“Ahhh oh my gosh it's happening okay okay getting him right now”

You call him one more time in the hope that he answers but when it goes to voicemail again you decide to just leave him one. Dammit, maybe he’s really busy then. When it goes to voicemail again you decide to just leave him one.

“Hey so I am a little hesitant to do this but…my water broke and I'm having contractions..and you're the only person I thought to call-” You're cut off the second you feel another contraction sneaking up on you. “S-Sorry that was another contraction…if you want to come or tag along or whatever then you can I'm going to head to the ho-” You're cut off as the watch turns off. The time ran out…

You grab everything that you need and check once again to make sure everything's ready. You forgot to put the car seat in the car so you have to carry it along with your bag. Quickly grabbing the blanket that Miguel made for her you take a quick glance at your place before heading out. Next time you'll be here you won't be alone anymore.

•°~°•

Miguel is so engrossed in his work that he misses the first notification on his watch. He's currently having a staring contest with the line of canon events making sure that everything is where it needs to be. He’s been gone for so long that he just knows that he has a lot of catching up to do. It isn't until he feels the vibrations from his watch for the second time and Lyla pops up in front of him he knows that he the was to take his eyes away from the screens.

“If I were you I would answer the phone”

“Lyla I'm-” She cuts him off.

“Just answer the phone she's calling you dammit” Miguel immediately looks at his watch but as soon as he looks it cuts out. He begins to walk away from the screens tapping away till he gets to his voicemails. 

……..

If he's being honest he didn't even have to listen to the rest of the voicemail before he was out the door. The minute he heard the words “water broke” his webs were already out and he was swinging to the nearest building.

Dammit if he knew it was you he would've answered the phone right away. He would drop everything for you it doesn't matter the time or the place when it comes to you…he'll be there. He just hopes you haven't started driving yet. Although being in this kind of situation essentially brings back both the most painful yet most beautiful moments of his life but the mere fact that you called him must mean that you want him there...right?

•°~°•

Walking very slowly to your car you have the car seat in one hand and your hospital bag on your shoulder. You have to place down the car seat when you feel another contraction approaching. Resting your hands on your lower back you slightly stretch hoping to relieve some of that pain. 

You close your eyes tightly for a brief second and when you open them you have to wipe away a stray tear. Maybe you shouldn't try to drive yourself in this state. Before you can even go to pick it up you immediately take note of the person you see jumping from roof to roof. It doesn't take you that long to realize that it's Miguel.

A small smile emits on your face as you watch him quickly make his way to you. He takes his both hands to cradle your face and his mask immediately disengages. 

“Are you okay? Tell me how you are feeling, please. I came as fast as I can”

You lean into his hands, relishing in his touch and the warmth of his skin. “I'm okay I-I didn't know if you were going to come or not but I'm….glad you're here. She's coming Miguel and I'm so scared” You hold onto his wrist as he leans his forehead on yours.

“You're going to do so great you hear me. I'll be right there with you as long as you want me” You nod along to his words; you really don't think you could do this alone. 

“Yes please don't leave me, I need you with me. I don't wanna do this alone” When you feel him lean back you finally open your eyes. He helps you get into the car before placing the car seat and your hospital bag in the back. For the whole ride, you focus on your breathing resting your hands on your stomach. Miguel encouragingly rubs his right hand over your thigh. Though you can't help but notice his right leg bouncing up and down. Dammit, you really hope this isn't too triggering for him.

Miguel checks you in at the hospital and waits until you're inside the room to race back outside to properly park the car. A few nurses walk into the room giving you the hospital clothes to change into and once you’re done they begin to check on the baby’s heartbeat to see if you have begun to dilate etc. They are asking you if this is your first child, how long have you been experiencing contractions when it started, and so on. Truthfully you have a hard time keeping up. Everything is happening so fast that you don’t even know what to focus on. There’s a band around your stomach that allows the baby's heartbeat to echo throughout the room.

“Is it just you or are you expecting someone else to be in here with you?” You turn your head to the nurse and you slowly nod your head. “Yeah he’s just parking the car but he’ll be here” She gives you a warm smile before heading back to work.

•°~°•

Miguel practically runs out of the car the second he gets it in a proper parking place. He wasn't expecting you to have the baby so shortly after he woke from the coma. He's just glad we woke up before it happened. He wouldn't know what he would've possibly done if he managed to miss it…he would've never forgiven himself for leaving you to deliver your baby on your own.

When he reaches back inside right as he's about to go into the room he is stopped by one of the nurses.

“We can't just let anyone in there are you related to the patient in any way?” He tries not to roll his eyes at the nurse before he opens his mouth to respond.

“Well not exactly but-”

The nurse begins to wave her hand in dismissal. “Then you can't go in there you have to follow protocol”

“I checked her in, what are you talking about? Just let me in” He tries to step around her but she just follows him. She has about 5 seconds to move before he loses his cool; he doesn't have time for this.

“Sir if you would just-”

“The mother of my child is in there dammit let me through” His voice was stern and strained as he tried not to raise it. The nurse immediately closed her mouth, nodding her head before stepping aside so he could pass. He runs his fingers through his hair before walking into the room. 

When he sees you there on the bed with your eyes closed and your hands resting on your stomach he gets an immediate sense of deja vu. He’s been in this situation before and the first time he was here he wondered what in the world was he doing. He was quite literally taking another man's place and he wasn’t prepared for it not one bit. But those years and those memories that he spent with his daughter he wouldn’t trade them for the world.

Was it a risky thing to do? Yes.

Did he know at that point in time? No.

As he watches you he gets a sense of longing even though he’s been in this position before once again he’s taking another man's place….Is this a bad thing to think of right now? Maybe. But he can’t help but feel like an imposter again. One thing for certain is that he wants to be here and there’s nothing that can change his mind about that. 

He stands next to your bed and begins to gently stroke your hair it’s important that you remain calm. He knows how quickly things can change and he wants to make sure you and your baby make it out of this okay. When you finally look over at him you give him a weak smile and surprisingly he feels himself doing the same.

He takes his thumb to wipe away a stray tear before it has a chance to fall down your cheek. “How are you feeling right now?”

“I’m feeling okay. Contractions are contractions but….turns out I’m already 5 centimeters dilated so..”

“That's good you’re doing so great you hear me. Let me know if you need anything water, if you want to walk around let me know and we could do it” You nod eagerly at him before taking a deep breath. As time continues to pass by he remains by your side only leaving once to use the bathroom. To say he’s so proud of you would be an understatement he’s proud of you for being so calm he could only imagine the amount of pain you are going through.  

It’s around 1 am and he’s sitting on the couch eating the leftover food he got for you 5 hours ago and the food that you're also forcing him to eat. Since you hate that he’s not eating anything. The sound of the baby's heartbeat rings in his ear. Your contractions have gotten more frequent and a little more painful just based on the sounds that you’re making. He immediately looks up when the doctors come in. They begin to check on you and once your doctor whom he met all those weeks ago looks over at him and gives him a nod. He knows that is time.

•°~°•

“You're fully dilated Mama I could see her head I think it's time for you to push” You immediately begin to cry and you reach out a hand for Miguel right as he begins walking up to you.

You focus all of your energy on pushing. You block out everything only focusing on the warmth of Miguel’s hand in yours. The sweat on your forehead is causing your hair to stick to your forehead. You push and push until you rest your head back on the bed in defeat. You relish in the silence for a second before you quickly open your eyes and look at your doctor.

“D-Did I do it where is she?” You peek and they begin to wipe her down before they prepare for the skin-to-skin contact. She has a full set of hair and there's blood and fluids all over her. But still, you can’t hear her.

“Miguel what’s-”

And then you hear it.

The minute her skin touches yours she begins to cry. You feel a kiss on the side of your head and you go to kiss her head as well. And just like that, your daughter was brought into this world.

•°~°•

Hours have passed, you've been cleaned up and your daughter lays beside you swaddled up in a blanket in the little basket. Miguel has stepped out to get you something to eat..again. When Miguel finally comes back you notice that one of his hands is behind his back. You give him a tired smile and a confused look before speaking.

“Now what took you so long?” You watch as he puts down the food before handing you a bouquet of roses and mint chocolate ice cream.

“What’s all this?” He shrugs his shoulders and begins to take out the food for you. “I know you like flowers…and I just wanted to get you something” You take a sniff at the flowers before grabbing the food. For a minute you both stay in comfortable silence as you eat. But as you watch Miguel you notice that although his eyes are on his watch from time to time they dart over to your daughter. You can't imagine how this might feel for him. If you were unsure about where you guys stand then this should answer your question. He was in your delivery room watching you have a baby. He was with you from the moment you stepped foot in the hospital you had your baby at almost 3 am and he's been up with you. Not once did he doze off, not once did he complain about it. He was with you every step of the way. You really don't know what you would've done if he wasn't there and you'll be thanking him for the rest of your life.

You look over at him again and you catch him staring at your baby. When he realizes you caught him he quickly goes back to looking at his watch. Letting out a deep sigh you signal him over with the wave of your hand.

He stands on the left side of your bed immediately tucking some of your curls behind your ears. You say nothing as you look up at him with a smile.

“Do you want to hold her?” 

“No, I-” You cut him off.

“I saw you staring at her…it's okay you can if you want to” As you stared at him you could see the wheels turning in his head. Although you don't know too much about his past there's no doubt he's still hurting.

You place a gentle hand on his forearm giving him a squeeze of encouragement. “You won't hurt her go ahead Miguel” You watch as he takes a step forward but stops. You give him a nod and he slowly nods back before walking up slowly to her. 

“It's been so long since I—I don't wanna hurt her” His voice suddenly went so soft and gentle almost feeling like a small touch against your ears. You watch as he stops directly in front of the basket staring down at her. He goes to wipe his hands on his jeans before slowly reaching in. You practically hold your breath until he comes in contact with her. Ever so gently you watch as he slowly begins to cradle her. She looks so small in his hands honestly you think he could hold her with one hand if he could.

Miguel slowly begins to rock as he stares down at her. “She has your eyes” You let out a small laugh as you begin to fiddle with your fingers. You pause as you remember that you have your camera in your bag. Quickly you lean over to reach in your bag and you grab it taking the picture before he notices. When the flash goes off he looks at you shaking his head before turning his attention back onto her.

As you sit there and watch them you can’t help it as tears form in your eyes you rapidly blink them away before they can fall. He holds her longer than you expect he slowly continues to rock her as she stirs briefly. He holds her for a few more seconds before he goes to put her down. 

“Thank you for that”

You shake your head no. “You don’t have to thank me for anything”

•°~°•

Two days later you and Miguel are slowly making your way back into your apartment. Surprisingly when you left they worked on the elevator. Since you’ve been here the elevator has been broken all those months struggling to walk up the stairs and they finally….You watch silently as he begins to unlock your door with the car seat in the other hand and the hospital bag on his shoulder. He hasn’t let you carry anything. Truthfully you haven’t even lifted a finger apart from holding her. And honestly, you like the sight of him holding her and him just…uh being here? The sight of him catering to you once again makes you feel things…things that you shouldn’t feel at that. It makes you crave it, yearn for it even. Or maybe its just because it feels right? 

You like this picture of what your little family would look like. You, your daughter, and Miguel. Of course, you want her to have the perfect childhood whatever that may look like coming from just you and her but you wouldn't mind doing this with Miguel. You wouldn't mind him being a part of it.

Your mind shuts off the second he pushes open the door. He holds the door open for you and he puts the carseat down in the living room. As you stare at her you realize that she's awake right now. You begin to wash your hands and get ready to change your clothes and unload your hospital bag.

You walk over to the bag and begin to take things out. 

“Hey, do you mind watching her real quick as I—Actually it's fine you’ve done more than enough already. Asking you to stay feels like a crime I mean I want you to stay but if you don't want to I mean that's fine too I'm not going to force you to stay or anything-” You pause as you feel a hand on your shoulder. 

Miguel is towering over you as his right hand slowly grips onto yours pulling your hand slowly out of the bag. “Stop it. I'm not going anywhere but you need to sit and relax. You just had a baby….I was planning on staying the night anyways”

You turn to face him. “The night?” He nods. “Only if you want-” You cut him off.

“Yes,” He raises his eyebrows at your quick answer. “I want you to stay” He nods and then glances down at your hand that he's still holding. You swallow nervously as he takes a step closer leaning his head down till his breath fans over your ears. 

“Well if I'm going to stay you have to do as I say” Slowly you turn your head to face him and the minute you do you regret it. Your faces are now mere inches apart. “And what is that?” Your eyes dart down to his lips then back up to his eyes. He takes a deep breath closing his eyes before leaning back.

“Sit”

Before you even have the chance to respond you watch out the corner of your eyes a red web shooting out from his wrist and the sound of a chair scraping against the floor reaches your ear. He juts his head in the direction of the chair.

“But-”

“Sit” You slowly sit down and watch as he turns his attention to your hospital bag. You glance over at your daughter when you hear her stirring a smile emits on your face as you begin to take her out making sure she's wrapped up in Miguel's blanket before sitting back down with her. 

You watch as she begins to look over at Miguel. You know her vision isn't fully developed yet but you can't help but stare at the both of them. “And here is your mommy's best friend. When you get older I'll tell you about all of our adventures. And if he sticks around….then he could tell you too” You place a gentle kiss on her head and when you look up you catch Miguel staring. 

“What, did I say something?” He says nothing as he shakes his head.

•°~°•

It's now late at night you've washed up and your daughter is sleeping in her room. You've checked if the baby monitor works maybe 5 times you made sure there's nothing in her crib you made sure that she has a bottle ready if needy because you know how much newborns can wake up in the middle of the night. You've pumped your milk already and done all of the things that you need to do on her first night home.

To say that you're nervous would be an understatement. You are pulled out of your thoughts when you hear the doorbell ring. Miguel went across to his place so he can take a shower as well. As you open the door you look in confusion as he has a sheet and a pillow in his hand. 

“Don't tell me you plan on sleeping on the floor?” You step aside to let him in and he places his things on the couch.

“I'm sleeping on the couch” You close the door before turning to look at him in confusion.

“You could barely even fit, do you not remember when I used to patch you up on there? You had to sit with your legs stuck together so we could both fit on there. Just sleep on the bed with me” He stares at you as he folds his hands across his chest. Silence fills the air as you both stare at each other. Dammit did you overstep? You weren't trying to, you just know that he would be more comfortable on the bed than the couch. And you would be more comfortable….

Not that you want him to sleep with you or anything, just that you guys still haven't talked and it would be easier if y'all did that in the same room.

…….

Who are you trying to convince? Deep down inside you know you want Miguel next to you. But the question is does he want that too?

“Fine. Do you want to create a barrier or anything or-”

Your answer is immediate. “That won't be necessary” He looks you up and down before giving you a curt nod. Yup, this totally won't be awkward at all. You both walk towards your room but you stop at your daughters room peaking your head in making sure she's okay. You decide to leave the door all the way open instead of partially. You hesitantly walk inside her room just checking on the baby monitor just in case….

You walk out and you both step inside your room. Quickly you get into your bed trying to ignore the fact that Miguel will be spending the night….in your room…and in your bed. You immediately pull the covers all the way up under your chin. 

He climbs in next to you but he doesn't get under the covers and he doesn't turn in your direction he lies down facing the ceiling with his feet crossed and his hands interlocked across his abdomen. Yep, this is totally not going to be awkward…….You decide to close your eyes and try to let sleep take you but that's easier said than done when you have this man next to you. 

Some time has passed but unfortunately, sleep does not take you. At least the moonlight is shining through your window so you don’t have to be in complete darkness. Letting out a deep sigh you take a peek opening your eyes only to catch Miguel looking away.

“You were watching me sleep?”

“I was not”

“You were”

Miguel lets out a sigh of his own before speaking. “I was not. I simply heard you sighing and I looked over to see what was wrong” You narrow your eyes at him not quite sure if you believe him. “Well, you looking away immediately like you were caught doing something isn’t helping your case. You nervous or something big guy?” 

“Says the one who’s hiding under the covers”

You begin to prop yourself up on your elbow, your curls falling over your shoulders in the process. “Hey…you already know how you make me feel”

He then turns on his side to face you. “And what is that?” You swallow nervously as you become face-to-face with him. “Well, you make me nervous…but like in a good way you always have even before I knew about you know your secret identity”

He stares at you for a second before asking another question. “And that’s it..is that all how I make you feel?” You are taken aback by his sudden change of tone. It’s lower kind of sultry but it’s laced with uncertainty as if he were hesitant to even ask you. Is he asking you what you think he is…

You immediately begin to feel your nervousness increase so much to the point where you have to break eye contact with him.

You're playing with the ends of the sheet for a few seconds before you feel a hand cupping your chin and lifting your face till you're looking at him again.

“Look at me”

As you stare at him you realize that this may be the night when all of your doubts and concerns about you and Miguel’s relationship can either be washed away or confirmed. This is so intimate here you both are lying on your bed about to talk about your feelings for each other. Yes, you were waiting for this moment since he last left your apartment but were you really ready for it? No.

•°~°•

Miguel's eyes dart between yours as he tries to figure out what to say next. He wasn’t planning on doing this tonight at all. Truthfully he doesn’t know what came over him but honestly, it was getting to a point where he couldn’t hold back anymore he needed to know—he still needs to know. He has to know before he gets too attached and he doesn’t mean to you he means to your baby girl. He’s already long gone when it comes to you. That's one thing for sure but now you've brought your beautiful daughter into the world there’s only a matter of time before he doesn’t want to let go. There’s only a matter of time before he can’t. It’s been torture speaking to you and not knowing how you feel about him. Yes, you both said “I love you” but it could've just been in the spur of the moment. He meant it but did you?

Well, there’s only one way to find out.

He lowers his hand from your chin only to slide it across your face, the ends of his fingers resting in your hair.

“I love you and I've loved you for a long time. I loved you way before I even knew that I did and way before I was ready to admit it…and I want to be with” He pauses searching your eyes for any sign of what might be confusion or maybe even resistance. Miguel honestly wouldn't know how he would place distance between the two of you. He's gotten a small glimpse of what his life would be like with you, him and your daughter. When he finally held your baby girl in his arms it all became oh so real. 

He wants this life he really does but he wants it with you. All those times when he traveled damn near across the city to find the correct supermarket you were at. When he made sure you weren't going to the supermarket alone. Or in the beginning when he took it upon himself to watch over you every night you worked at the bar. Both during the days that you knew he was there and then the days that you didn't. Not to mention when you both pretended to be together at your yoga class. All these things made him realize just how much he wants to be the man in your life, your significant other, and the father to your child. 

Dammit finally closing off his thoughts he realized just how loud the silence is and how painful it's starting to become. Fuck he just ruined-

“And I love you too Miguel I've been waiting for you to say something and—and I even tried to say something but I never found the right time to do so. I’m so-”

He cuts you off because he knows exactly what you're going to say. “If anyone should be sorry it’s me I wanted to say something I tried to but I could’ve tried harder I could’ve stayed but I didn’t I left” He begins to run his thumb across your cheek deciding to take this opportunity he uses his hand to drag your face closer to his. “And do you want to be with me?” Miguel has to try and mask his nervousness before he ends up looking like a complete idiot.

“I do want to be with you…but you know it’s me and my daughter now so she’ll be a big part of my life and I know I’m probably reaching but she will remember you I know she will so if things ever go sour between us you can choose to walk out of my life but not out of hers…Okay?”

He nods his head immediately if he were you he would have a list of rules for him to follow when it comes to your daughter. But trust he meant it when he said he doesn’t think he could ever leave you alone. Not talking to you, not being near you, or even not checking in to see how things are going feels like a crime. It would be torture for sure.

“I swear I’ll do right by you both you have my word and we could go at whatever pace works for you I’m in no rush”  

“Yeah that would be great…since you know” He watches you slowly before leaning forward to rest a kiss on your forehead. He stares as the moonlight dances on your features. Your faces are now mere inches apart. Now isn’t the time for this….He doesn't even have time to react when he sees you leaning forward. He sits there stunned when you place a kiss on the bridge of his nose. 

He stares at you in amusement as you pull the sheets back under your chin.

“Do you think she'll be okay?”

“Okay with what sleeping?”

You nod your head. “Is she going to be okay all alone in her room? I mean I know the baby monitor is on but still what if she's crying while I'm asleep and I don't hear her?” You're worried he realizes and honestly, he sees himself in you especially when his daughter was born. He felt like a fish out of water when his daughter was a newborn. 

“Trust me you'll wake up but if it makes you feel better if she wakes up we can bring her crib in here”

“I would like that”

“Now get some rest it's late I'll wake you up if anything” He watches as you nod your head before moving closer to him. Miguel doesn't hesitate to wrap an arm around you pulling you in more to the point where you're practically hugging his chest.

“I'm really glad that you're here with me and her. I don't know what I'd do without you” He rests his chin on top of yours as he begins to play with your curls. 

“And I don't know what I'd do without you”

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