TW: a lot of smut in this chapter: descriptions of sex including oral and a quick description of backshots

This isn't how I pictured us getting together, I mean did I ever actually picture it? Of course I fantasized about it plenty of times, imagining how he felt to touch, him holding me, kissing me, and what he looked like naked. But did I ever imagine it could actually happen to me? No, during everything I was in a state of disbelief, like the world had melted away around me.

Miguel held my things tightly as he continued to go to work with his tongue. My back arched, I was squirming like crazy, but his hold kept me securely where he wanted me. I swear I was going to orgasm already if he kept it up, especially with how much he liked to tease my clit with both his tongue and his nose. I think he realized this so he pulled away, climbing on top of me, not wanting me to finish too soon.

He pulled me up so I wasn't partially hanging off my bed. My legs were trembling and too weak to do it myself; not surprising after he went to town on me like that. I had just realized his Spider suit was off, and now that we were both fully naked in my bed. I stared up at him, breathing heavily but pleading for more with my eyes. He stroked my face, caressing me gently as he hovered over me. I leaned into his palm, not realizing until now how touch-starved I actually was until this moment.

I sat up, trying to reach for his cock. I marveled at the size of it for a minute (I knew he was packing but damn!) And tried to slide down to give him oral and a handjob in return for eating me out. He stopped me by grabbing my wrist.

"I'm fine, right now the focus is you." He murmured in my ear, pinning my wrists above my head. He mounted me, steadying his hips and aligning himself as he kept his hold on my wrists. "You want me to keep going?"

"Y-Yes." I stammered back, my heart racing and lower abdomen tingling in anticipation.

He slid it in. My eyes widened, my fingernails digging into his hands. He was being slow at first, letting me get warmed up to my own pace. Staring up at him I could see him close his eyes, savoring the feeling, a moan escaping his lips. His hands let go of my wrists, finding my breasts and fondling them as he slid himself in and out. The feeling of him stroking my nipples added to the sensation; it literally made my toes curl. I think he liked how I writhed underneath him, he lowered himself to kiss my neck as he pushed inside me deeper.

"My god you're amazing." He gasped into my neck, one of his arms fully wrapping around my back and embracing me. His other arm he used to steady himself on the bed.

"Faster." I whispered to him, now wrapping my own arms around his neck and back to hold onto him.

He quickened his pace, he had to sit up further (because of the height difference) and to steady himself on the bed more. My back arched even more now, my legs wrapping around his waist as he picked up speed. I leaned my head back, feeling so euphoric I swear I was slipping into another reality. The fast pace was making my breast bounce heavily, and I know he liked it. I felt his eyes on me, observing how I wriggled under him in delight, taking everything he could offer.

"Oh my god, mi vida , oh my god…" he started to pant.

I was moaning louder now, feeling like I was just about to orgasm, and I could tell he was on the verge of it, too.

I finally did, and I swear I saw colors exploding in my vision. I let out a loud cry in pleasure, and he joined, hunching over me, clenching the sheets of my bed so tightly he almost tore them. I felt him come inside me, he gripped my back, getting in a few last second thrusts inside to finish.

Now sweaty, satisfied, and exhausted, I stared up at my ceiling fan. Miguel fully laid on top of me, breathing heavy as we held each other, his face down and buried into my bed.

"I love y-" I started, my tone so hushed I don't think he heard me over his own rapid breathing.

Goddamn, it was so good I almost told him I loved him. If I was being honest with myself, I think I did…maybe?

We stayed in that position for a while. I don't know how much time passed, cuddling each other as the outside world went on with their hustle and bustle, but that didn't exist to us, only we did as we held each other. I swear I nodded off to a half asleep to half-awakened state a few times, I just felt so comfortable cuddling him and so drained after the session he just put me through.

I'm not sure how long we dozed off. I saw from the window that the sun had begun to set but it wasn't quite dusk yet. Miguel had one of his arms around me, sleeping soundly on his stomach. I wanted nothing more than to remain like this forever: comfortable in his embrace. I studied him, I had never seen him so relaxed in the time that I had known him.

His watch was pinging, Lyla and everyone was probably wondering where the hell he was at. He stirred slightly, but ignored the constant chimes and how the watch was lighting up. Part of me wished the watch would shut the fuck up so it wouldn't ruin this moment between us, but I understood that he couldn't stay here in this bed for too long, no matter how much I wanted him to.

"Is that important?" I asked.

He made a groaning sound with his throat, his eyes still closed, his mouth slightly muffled by my pillow. Part of me was surprised Lyla didn't just materialize into my room, unless he had disabled her from doing so somehow? Last thing I needed was to be chastised by a computer, even if she did mean it as a joke, well as far as an AI can joke anyhow.

Miguel finally sat up in hesitation, switching something off on his watch and standing up to stretch. He wanted to say something, his brain working on both waking up and choosing what he was going to say.

"I'm going to use your shower before I go back."

"Yeah, I should probably clean up, too…" I was disappointed that he had mentioned going back, but I understood.

Sitting up, I could feel how wet I was in between my legs. He definitely unloaded into me, I literally felt, I don't know how to describe it, full? He walked around the bed next to me, his hand finding the middle of my back as he passed. I followed, still a bit dazed and also wondered what was going to happen next. Where do we go from here? Does this mean I can go back and join the Spider Society in Nueva York?

I turned on the shower for Miguel, who was currently splashing his face with cold water with my sink. He studied himself in the mirror, hunched over. I had never seen him look so drowsy and disheveled before, I noted how I found this somewhat attractive and continued to prepare the shower for him. I grabbed a spare towel out from under my cabinets in my sink, placing it on top of the closed toilet for him, and handed him a washcloth.

"Thank you, Sunshine." He touched my face, giving me a kiss on the forehead as he went into the shower. "This is very hot." I heard him add, his voice slightly strained.

I couldn't help but laugh, hearing him turn the shower knob quickly to save himself. I leaned against the bathroom wall by the shower, listening to him inside for a couple minutes. I couldn't keep silent, though, I needed clarification, I had to ask.

"Miguel, where do we go from here?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean- what's next for us?"

I stepped into the shower, knowing I had to wash myself quickly before I went on with my day. I lathered myself up with soap, he watched me, his towering height completely blocking the shower head and any water from getting on me. We switched so I could rinse off. He had left me hanging on my question, but he seemed like he was working on choosing his words again.

"I'm going to take care of you, first by making sure you're not evicted." He finally answered, I could feel his hands on my back again. "When I get back home, I'm going to figure some things out, but I will make sure you're taken care of."

I turned to face him, his tone suggesting that I wasn't going to go back with him today. I couldn't help but make a face, feeling sad that I was being left behind again. He saw this and immediately pulled me into a hug. It felt good to be pressed against his body. I could feel him getting hard again, his cock pushing up against my upper thigh. Maybe against my better judgment, I reached for it, grabbing it and stroking it. My hands were slippery from the body wash.

I could feel him jerk, pulling his head back but not letting go of me. He closed his eyes like he did earlier, savoring the feeling. I think the body wash made it feel better, he was getting into it very quickly. I don't know where I was thinking this handjob would lead, but we ended up going round two. I ended up with my face and the whole front of my body pressed against the shower wall. The tile was very cool against my skin. One of his arms wrapped around my breast, while his free hand gripped the back of my hair. He thrust into me from behind, definitely rougher than we had been in my bed, but I wasn't complaining.

So much for getting cleaned up.

This round didn't last nearly as long, as his stupid watch started pinging again. I turned off the water, both of us got out to dry off in silence, both reeling from going at it again in the shower. His Spider suit materialized around him, as I was rubbing myself down with my towel.

"I wish I could get dressed, virtually." I commented.

"It's not actually virtual, it's made from a molecular alloy."

I cooed in response, just nodding along, knowing he was about to go into a full scientific explanation. He did that sometimes, and I honestly loved to hear him go into detail of what he was passionate about.

"What?" He replied, playfully defensive, unable to suppress a grin.

It was good to see him smile, it was rare to actually see him genuinely happy. I guess that could be true for me, as well. It's been a long time since I've been happy or enjoyed another person's company.

"Please go on, Dr. O'Hara," I teased.

His watch pinged again. I heard him curse in Spanish, agitated that he was being constantly interrupted.

"Okay, okay, I'm heading back." He snapped, speaking to his watch.

He glanced over at me, I was wrapped in a towel, watching him with a small smile on my face. He seemed so hesitant to go, but he had to. He closed the distance between us and kissed me on the mouth.

"I'll see you soon, I promise." He said as he opened a portal in my bathroom.

And just like that, he was gone again.

Miguel's Perspective

Back in Nueva York he dodged everyone's questions about where he was. Lyla was the worst, following him around and demanding to know why she was disabled from following him for a few hours.

"I'm more efficient as an assistant if I am able to follow you, Miguel. Why disable me? What were you doing?" Lyla rambled on and on.

Jess was following him, asking the same questions. He quickened his stride, knowing he wasn't going to lose them but he wanted to get to his platform as quickly as possible. He needed to inject himself soon, he could feel himself losing it a bit in the shower, his feral side was emerging. This had been exactly what he was afraid of, his spider-side taking over and getting her hurt. He wanted for her to desperately join the Spider Society to be close to him again, but he had to figure out how she could do it safely without triggering him.

"I just needed to clear my head, enough Lyla!" He shouted at the AI hovering around him. "I was looking into a lead but needed to do it on my own."

"That's fine, Miguel, I'm sure you needed a break, but you need to let us know what's going on. And what kind of lead could you be following?" Jess questioned.

"It's… personal." He replied, lamely, stepping onto his platform.

"Uh-huh, is that why your hair is wet and you smell like flowery soap?" She deadpanned.

"He does? I wish I had a sense of smell." Lyla whined.

"¡Eso es suficiente!" He barked, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I was doing something personal, let's leave the conversation there."

He picked up his injection gun, prepping it to inject himself to calm down. Jess and Lyla watched him in silence, both giving each other a look.

"How's Sunshine?" Jess questioned, her tone somewhat accusatory. "Did she make it home okay?"

Miguel injected himself into his shoulder. The binding to his DNA, making his whole body buzz as he felt himself calm down. He sighed, knowing that she was still upset with him about how he didn't let her back into the Spider Society yet.

"She's fine. I need to get some money out and go convert it for her. She needs help paying her rent." He responded.

" Or you can just have her live here so she doesn't have to spend any money, and neither do we." Lyla chimed in.

"Just do as I say." He waved her off.

"Whatever you say." Jess clipped, she didn't sound convinced.

She dismissed herself and Lyla faded out to take care of the finances for him.

Miguel took a deep breath, gripping the metal from the platform as he leaned forward. He thought about her, and how he had let himself get utterly lost for a minute there. She felt so good, and he had craved her for a while. He knew it was irresponsible of him to let his guard down and lose control twice but he had a hard time resisting her.

He recalled how he had called her "mi vida," feeling slightly embarrassed how vulnerable he had been in that moment. It wasn't like him to let his walls down and let someone in, not for a few years now. He knew he was playing a dangerous game, knowing he would want to eventually distance himself again from her after getting too close. It would completely crush her, especially after they had slept together, but he knew this pattern in himself all too well.

Miguel brought up a virtual screen, memories of her flooded the screen. He cursed himself for not being able to let her down easy, now things were complicated. His life had always been messy, and now he just added another mess to his never-ending and growing pile of fires he caused that needed to be put out.