Chapter 1
Miguel Stretched his arms above his head, his biceps flexing against his holographic sleeve, he should probably take a small break, he knows when he does the work will pile up again. Peter said he’d handle it, he
knows better to let him with Mayday potentially turning his work into doodles, handprints and corrupted files.
Miguel pinched the bridge of his nose, leaning back, sighing. He was so tired , Miguel got up, hopping off the platform out of his office to stretch his legs, “Lyla go do checks on Stability of the particles of Universe 2149, we can’t let that one’s bubble break” Miguel called out before walking out of his hub.
Lyla lazily saluted, dispersing to another room to do what had been asked.
A suited foot stepped into the hub, quietly, hopping up the platform, plopping themselves in the very large, still very warm chair. This spider was not Miguel but you, a secret admirer.
“I need to stop this “ you sigh, you know, you really do , it’s not healthy, this obsession. Seeing Miguel was like breathing in air for the first time. So yes sometimes you sneak into his office unattended to pretend you were a doting girlfriend or wife. Maybe you’d swipe a stray shirt which was rare or smell the office, pretending he was there with you. You wouldn’t go any further than this, you just were content knowing he was here at most any given point of the day.
You having only been here three months, two weeks, and a day, shouldn’t have developed this obsession. You were never like this. It frustrated you sometimes. You set limits on yourself, you’d only go into his office when it was open.
You’d never follow him around, you wouldn’t interfere in his life. If you were lucky Miguel would sometimes call you on a mission, you would feel so elated.
You look up hearing steps down the foyer, you had to stop daydreaming so much, you quickly hop up, quietly walking out of the hub.
Not a few moments later Miguel shuts the door behind him, holding a bag in his hand. Anyone would think it’s take out. Miguel sits back in his chair, surprised it’s still warm, shaking it off as nothing, having sent Lyla away for a reason.
Miguel digs his hand into the bag pulling out a light pink jacket, much too small for his broad frame. Not even a colour he’d ever willingly wear.
He holds up to his face, breathing in. He felt like he was going crazy. You were here for three months, you ensnared him. He knew you watched him a little too closely sometimes, noticed you hovering always ready to volunteer. Miguel wasn’t normally like this, he felt crazy. He grieved over his daughter, he grieved over his Universe, he grieved most of all for his loss of joy.
You just made him feel like he could breathe again. Everything was so suffocating but he liked to be busy, loved it. He felt like if he stopped he wouldn’t know what else to do. Seeing you, meeting you, set off a distraction for him, it was like a constant hit of serotonin. Miguel kept his distance, he didn’t want you to even suspect him, connecting your missing things to him.l He hasn’t taken a lot, he only ever twice, snuck into your apartment, taking a trinket or something that was inconsequential but obviously screamed your things.
“Dios, ay what a mess” he huffed out to himself. The spider verse had been stabilizing with the ample work he’d been putting in but his head felt a mess whenever he was away from you. He swears your smell is lingering in his chair , he must be crazy. Miguel shakes off the thought, getting back to his work. He could smell you so easily you might as well been sitting with him in his chair, preferably lounging in his lap, maybe brushing your fingers through his hair. Miguel sighed, “Joder, estoy cansado”
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You are giddy, heading to your apartment in the spider city. You found no need to live in your universe with taxes, Pollution, No Miguel.
That was beside the point, Swinging inside, closing your balcony. You pick this building because it was extremely close to The main hub building where Miguel was 99.9 percent of the time. You could see him swinging out from the building, if you were really lucky he’d swing right past your balcony.
You strip off into shorts and a flowy crop preferring loose clothing. Kneeling down in front of a small cabinet holding a lamp, some knickknacks, you open the compartment, pressing against the wall opening up to real a shrine of sorts.
It had some Polaroids of Miguel, just fighting anomalies. Sometimes you swore he knew you were taking photos and you thought you saw a smirk. That’s impossible, you were very low key. Next to it a shirt, the smell almost gone but a soft keepsake all the same, and next to that was a smaller box , it had a bullet vibrator.
You don’t know how it started except you know it was instant. It was enthralling, he had an energy that was exciting, it was like cold air hitting your nostrils or being dunk into cold water. You’d never met or felt anything like this, none of the other spider men had given you that feeling. You were fine with never being with him as long as you could see him, hear him, think about him, it was enough for you.
Hesitating maybe You could let off some tension, you draw any curtains closed. Taking Miguel’s shirt you lie on your couch, putting the shirt on, warming yourself up with the vibrations, circling your breast, drawing slowly down your body almost ticklish.
Closing your eyes, imagining Miguel is the one dragging his fingers in lazy circles upon your inner thighs. Your shift to get comfortable, slowly circling your clit with the bullet on low.
You sigh, tension melting and building in a different way. You’d drag this out today, savour the peace. Your other hand drags up to caress your breast under the shirt lightly. It’s not the same you suppose but it’ll do.
You gasp, sucking in a breath, only hearing the very quiet vibrations, occasionally a whisper of a name.
Miguel seemed to be dominant in his work life but you could imagine him as a tender lover. Maybe passionately sensual. You’d never get to know though.
All of a sudden your torn out of your peace by a loud thump then a gentle knock on your balcony door. You got up, pulling shirts on, putting the bullet aside on the cabinet.
You see a familiar domineering frame through the shadow of your curtain. Balcony greetings weren’t unusual but still weird for you in Spider City.
You open the balcony enough to see it’s Miguel clutching a bag. You flush, almost wondering if you manifested him here. You step out onto the balcony, hoping you didn’t look flushed. Miguel tenses a moment, looking down at you from his impressive stature.
“I, uh found this jacket, Near the hub, you must’ve left it from your last mission, esta bien” Miguel says rubbing the back of his neck almost guilty. You take the bag, seeing it’s your favourite Pink Leather jacket, you were going to thank him but when did you wear this to the hub? You wouldn’t it’s your civilian jacket. You look up almost confused but wipe it off your face, there’s no way Miguel would ever. Miguel seemed to shift I decipherbly nervous to anyone except if you didn’t watch him all the time at work and you did.
“Thank you so much! I appreciate you returning this to me, I wonder how it got out there, maybe I dropped it or something” you’d check your wardrobe for any missing items later chalking it up to maybe you having took it without realizing it. A wetness. You felt your arousal leaking a little from your foreplay before it was interrupted by said object of affection. You were itching to go inside and finish what you started. Miguel could see you trying to cut the conversation but he just hadn’t been so close to you like this before. He had to try to get a glimpse of how you lived then he’d be satisfied.
“Oy, Could I get a glass of water before I head back, my head’s killing me” he says rubbing his temple . What was he doing, he was acting too inappropriately, he was a leader for everyone including you. He shouldn’t let his impulses dictate his actions.
You nod , opening the balcony door enough to let him in.
Once inside Miguel instantly notices you’re wearing a shirt he lost. He hadn’t seen that shirt in a few weeks and assumed it was garbages by Jessica doing a routine laundry sweep because she knew Miguel sometimes got too busy to do his laundry along with Peter leaving his robe lying around which annoyed Miguel to no end.
You forget you’re wearing it. Miguel didn’t know why or how you got his missing shirt. You don’t notice, the look in his eyes when you’re at the sink filling a glass.
“ Oh, mocoso, what should I do with you..” Miguel shifted forward…