#and also...that it's gabbie...not gabi...

Jess smirked, “So, what was it? Do you need to rest or do you sneak someone here when we aren’t watching?” “I don’t know what you are talking a–” Miguel began answering as he turned around, but he was cut short when he looked at what Jess had at her feet. Miguel cleared his throat. “It’s nothing, really. Just some things that remind me of… Gabi! Yes, Gabi!” Miguel finished his sentence and turned around quickly, hiding his expression from her. “Mmm, okay. Let’s pretend I believe you. Just, maybe keep this under the desk if you don’t want people to find out.” She stated, gently pushing the box under Miguel’s desk with her foot. 

“I’m happy for you, you know?” She said, as she was about to leave the office. “There’s nothing to be happy about.” Miguel answered. “There sure isn’t”. And so, Jess left the office with a hint of someone making its way to Miguel’s cold heart.

Peter B was carrying Mayday, as usual. It didn’t matter how many times Miguel had asked him to leave her out of this. He wouldn’t get it. He needed to take care of his little girl. (Author note: do I resent Peter B a little for shoving Mayday down Miguel’s throat when HE WAS FUCKING THERE, when Mig lost Gabby? A little)

He swung into the office like it was his. “Miguel! My man. How are you doing?” “Peter,” Miguel growled. “How’s everything going?” Peter asked, looking around the office. “Oh sweet! You got a couch!” He swung towards it and slumped against it. “This is nice. Good decoration, I always said this office needed more things. It’s always so… dark.” “That’s not–” “Do you even use it? Why is it here?” “Yes! I use it.” Miguel stated, cold as usual. “I can barely fit in.” Peter answered, laying down on the couch, stretching as far as he could with Mayday on his chest. “How do you?” he asked. “I sit.” “Fair”

Weeks later, when Peter B. entered the lab again, a new couch was sitting there. “Oh now you can fit in here. Useful for power naps” “I don’t do power naps” “Then, why change the couch?” “Not your business” “Jeez, okay… Mayday no!”

Mayday had jumped from her father’s arms and swung onto Miguel’s platform. She had stuck on the side of it, and curiously began opening drawers. 

Before Miguel or Peter could stop her, she pulled out a chocolate bar from the top drawer. “Mayday, give me that!” Peter B. caught up to her and took her in his arms, snatching the bar out of her baby grip. “You can’t eat this–” he took a peek into Miguel’s drawer and saw all the other snacks laying around. “Woo, what’s all this?” Miguel didn’t answer, he just closed the drawer fast and continued with his work. 

Mayday was strangely looking up, giggling to herself and waving. Peter B. tried to follow her gaze, but nothing caught his eye. 

Little did they know, there was another Spider looking from above. 

Miguel’s POV

The things began appearing not because you took them to his space, but because Miguel ✧cared✧. 

He noticed how you liked sitting on his desk while visiting. At first, he thought it was because of the lack of another chair, so he got one. 

Despite the new sitting arrangement, the desk was still your preferred spot. You even fell asleep there sometimes. Given the new information, Miguel decided to keep the chair, but he wanted to surprise you. So before your usual (not scheduled, but he remembered when you liked to pop up) time of arrival, he placed the cushion on your regular spot. 

Later, Miguel’s heart couldn’t help but clench seeing your sleepy form. He didn’t know if you were actually cold or you just liked sleeping like that. But seeing you sleeping form curling on your self made him want to hug you and never let you go. So, one day the blanket appeared. You didn’t really need it, but once you were asleep, Miguel would always drape it over you. 

How could you sleep on the table? It was horrible. Miguel couldn’t quite understand. That, plus some thoughts he shouldn’t be having –like when you were asleep, he had an itch to caress your face with his hand, cup your cheek and give you a little kiss. Just a quick little peck in your forehead, puffed cheeks, nose, lips…– Anyway!

Clearly, your proximity was driving him insane. Thus, with the excuse or reason (to convince himself) of getting you more comfortable (and out of his space, even if deep down, he really didn’t care), the couch appeared. 

At first, you refused to take it, no matter how Miguel practically begged you to use it. He needed you to. He was losing his self control. Your scent linger everywhere, despite the fact you had left hours prior. Your voice calmed him down, something he thought was impossible. And, worse of it all, your rhythmic breathing when you were asleep lulled him to do the same. He wanted to curl beside you, pull you close and rest his eyes and mind for hours. Just with you by his side. 

Miguel knew you were probably better off without him. But, he was selfish. Thus, he was going to step back a little, but not let you go entirely. The discussion continued for probably half an hour, until Miguel gave in and you won. How could you not? Miguel folds like a fucking lawn chair just looking at your eyes and I’ll defend this with my life. 

So, he ends up letting you fall asleep at your usual spot, before carrying you bridal style to the couch. Lyla teased him about it, but he brushed it off. He was pushing his feelings down, scared of them bursting out every time you were near him. The folder Lyla created with pictures she took of both of you didn’t help. Miguel had stumbled upon it by mistake, and he would love to say he deleted it or ignored it. But, that wasn’t the case…

After a while… you realised what Miguel was doing. So, you began pretending to fall asleep on the table, and then, when he began carrying you to the couch, you would use what Miguel calls your power of persuasion, to make him lay there with you. He resisted at first, he really did. 

Though, one evening, you were really sleepy. Your eyes closed from time to time, but you didn’t want to fall asleep, Miguel could tell. He whispered to you that it was okay, that you could sleep. But, you answered that you wanted to be close to him, that you knew that once you were in the dream realm, he was going to take you to the couch. You pouted at him, telling him how the couch was cold without him. Miguel felt a sudden urge to tell you the real reason why he had to “push” you away, but he got scared. Luckily, you took the leap of faith. Grabbing his face and pulling him towards you, your lips smashing against his. Needless to say, that was the first day Miguel slept next to you. Uncomfortably, but warm to his heart. 

Obviously, you begging Miguel to sleep with you became a habit. Miguel didn’t always give in (his heart wanted to, but his brain was telling him that the multiverse needed his attention). But, let’s say twice or thrice a week, Miguel would find himself beside you, laying on the couch. Your head in his chest, his cheek resting on top of it, while he played with your hair. Because of this, the second, bigger, couch appeared. 

Lastly, you began spending more and more time with Miguel. That meant, you became hungry and thirsty as hours went by. Miguel knew how much you hated going to the cafeteria, lots of people, waaay too many. So, that’s how the snack drawer came to be. He learnt what your favourite foods, snacks and drinks were, and kept them on easy access, where you didn’t need to leave the comfort of his office. For your benefit, and for his. 

THE END

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"Darling, the only thing I can do with this is use it as dental floss." You say, holding the garment like it offended you. In the end you have to borrow a pair of his swimming trunks that sort of match the top. That same day you saw at least 7 women topless, so that was a sign to relax.

Now you were a teensy-tinsy more comfortable. Not nipples out for the future in-laws yet, but at least secure enough to pack both a one piece and a more "daring" one. That white number with cherries was currently plaguing Gabi's mind as he fists his cock in the bathroom. He hadn't gotten morning wood since he was younger. Now he was embarrassingly hard over the concept of you. He spits in his palm as he rubs himself fast and frantic. He reckons that if he sneaks into your room and asks you to suck his cock until he comes, you would. Now he's remembering how perfect your mouth feels around him, how you swirl your tongue over the tip of his dick when a sharp knock against the door brings him back to reality. He stops just as fast as he hits the breaks an inch away from the wall in Singapore. He prays that it's his brother or his father, someone who will never bring up Gabi walking out still half-hard. Then he hears the magic words.

"Come on, please, you never had to pee in the morning?" It's you. He pulls you in and thanks the lord you're too stunned to speak. Turns around and even lets you run the tap while you go. As much as he loves you, you are not "pee with the door open" level yet.

"I went to look for you earlier, and you weren't there. Have you been holed up here all morning?" You ask.

"Needed something. Couldn't go back to bed hard and didn't wanna think about finding tissues or anything like that. Just had to feel good, that's all." Gabriel admits. Better have his girlfriend knowing he's horny than thinking he's constipated or doomscrolling his way into Italian brainrot again.

"Missing me, Bibi? Should've just said so, not like I didn't basically hump my pillow until it felt you were teasing me post- race." He had once asked you to sit in his lap while he was still in his fireproofs. That quickly turned into you riding his thigh, leaving your mark on the Sauber green. Thank God he was authorized to clean the suit himself.

"Not fair." He protested, as if forgetting he was also doing the same. He couldn't help but trail his fingers over his length , feeling himself twitch at the thought of you coming.

"Can still help you, you know." You expect Gabi to ask you to kneel. To let you take his cock in your mouth. Hold your face lovingly as he thrusts his hips carelessly.Something quiet and quick that won't make either of you even more frustrated. But Gabi grips your hips and pulls you close to him like you're oxygen. Kisses you and moves his body against his, making you feel his dick against yourself. He takes off your clothes despite you trying to reason with him. Both of you know that all he would need from you in order to stop was a word. A simple no, or an enough would have him back to his onanism. But as dangerous as it was, you wanted your boyfriend to fuck you in the middle of his family bathroom. Needed it. Craved the newness of having him raw. Apparently Gabi had similar thoughts because he asked you

"Can I put it in? We haven't tried it like that before. Would it be okay to?"

You nod, morning brain too foggy to care. You needed to brush up on your Brazilian anyway, so what better way than buying contraceptives? Gabi rubs you through your underwear, finding it wet already. Curls two fingers and moves them like he has no other objectives in life. You have to pull up your t-shirt and bite it, giving your boyfriend a great view of your tits. He can't help himself any longer or he would turn into a two pump chump. Gabriel makes you spread your legs and moves his hips between them. Grips your waist and thrusts, burying his cock inside of you. It's slow, and enjoyable, it's freeing, it's everything you could want and more. He moves against you and bend your back. He has to use the F1 reflexes he gained over the years to stop you from accidentally slamming your head in the wall. He did not need to star in a Brazilian remake of Sex sent me to the ER, thank you very much. Instead he repositions his arms against you and asks that you bend.

"Don't worry, I got you. Won't let you fall, promise." He reassures you. You pray to Sabrina Carpenter and bend, remembering all the gym classes. A bridge had never been your strength. But now, surpringly your body was moving. Your head was almost at the level of your ass by the time Gabi moves again. Maybe it's the fact that your blood flow is all wonky. Maybe it's how your boyfriend can support you and still drive his cock so deep inside you you're seeing stars. Either way this is the best sex you've ever had. Both of you are so invested in the act that you completely miss the footsteps down the stairs. His brother makes a uturn to the kitchen though, much too focused on a fresh cup of coffee to hear the faint moans. Gabi doesn't need much to cum, few more thrusts and he's coming into your wet pussy. The last few thrusts get you there too and by the time he's fucking his cum into you, you're squeezing him.

"Well that's one way to start a morning. Next time let's just book a mini vacation just the two of us. Then we can come here and spend some time with your parents." You suggest.

Gabi pretends to consider it as he sacrifices the towel hanging there to clean up between your legs.