#mineart

Despite you being thrown into the truth about himself, the relationship brought some type of "normal" to his life. Miguel did struggle with the balances of his life as a scientist and hero, but he couldn't give up his job. He didn't want to. It was another element of normalcy that also assisted him in his heroic life.

For instance, he could get into shady lounges on the pretense of sourcing chemicals and synthetic elements he had yet to get access to at work. There would also be whispers of wealthy weapon brokers and scheming villains. He could gleam some information for sure.

So after texting you that he'd be out late with work, Miguel dressed nicely in a cream colored dress shirt with a spread collar and dark brown slacks. He sprayed some cologne and took out a watch he received one Christmas. He appeared the part he played: a corporate scientist that was young and eager to get any and everything--one with money too.

...

The smell of cigars and other heavy scents bothered Miguel, but he couldn't pass up the opportunity when invited to a secluded room away from the party. A man went on about special dealings, booze, and pretty women, but Miguel only wanted in on one of those things.

So he barely touched his bourbon as he caught whispers of different conversations and noted who was there: an Oscorp rep, another from Stark Industries, others affiliated with the military. The official meeting had wound down, and now people were chatting. There were definitely updates to be made, but Miguel wanted to head out soon. He hadn't heard from you in awhile, and you were a night owl, so it was likely you were still up.

"Can I get you a new drink, sir? It seems you didn't enjoy this one." a smooth voice asked him from behind. He could smell something sweet and familiar, but Miguel didn't budge. He wasn't there for any sort of entertainment--strictly business.

"No thank you." he didn't even spare a glance. However, he tensed when a hand rubbed and pressed into the exact spot of the knot in his shoulder. He quickly turned to grab the offender's hand but paused when he saw their eyes.

Half of your face was covered with a black lacey fabric, but there was a well-known mischievous glint in your eye. "My apologies, sir. I just wanted to make sure everything was alright." Miguel couldn't hide the shock on his face, and it made you chuckle. Your eyes were highlighted with mascara and eye shadow. You wore a short cocktail dress and stood taller in wedges. Miguel knew you hated heels. What the hell is she doing here? "What are you doing here?" he whispered through clenched teeth.

You made a light gasp and covered your mouth. "I'm just working, sir. I do have another job you know."

Miguel knew what you were referring to, but he honestly hadn't expected you to get back into the underground game really. It wasn't that you were too scared, but he figured that you were going to let go of that drive concerning your childhood friend's death. But then again, he never asked you about it truly, so he wasn't sure.

However, for you, it was more than that. You were known and unknown, and this was your way of trying to keep yourself and others protected. Even with the way things turned out with Kingpin, there was always some criminal or shady business that needed information. Plus, your boyfriend did too. A pretty face and good talking skills could have you slip in to work and listen if you played the cards right.

Miguel grumbled. "I-,"

"Excuse me dear," one person called out to you, and you happily walked over to help the gentleman.

Miguel could only stare as you wooed men, laughed, and whispered before going away and returning with drinks. The scene replayed itself a couple of times before Miguel flagged you down. He gently pulled you down and whispered in your ear. "It's time to go home." he stated as he held on tight to your wrist.

You giggled and batted your eyelashes. "But sir, I'm not done with my shift yet." you replied sweetly.

The fiery look in his eyes turned you on, and while you were planning on that reaction, you certainly didn't mind where things seemed to be headed. Miguel only stood up before pushing a bill into the peek of your cleavage. "You have an hour; you better be home then." was all he said before walking away.

~~~

About 75 minutes later, you strolled into your home humming a tune while taking off your heels and coat. You continued on your way to get yourself a glass of water and sighed after the long hours. You didn't think much as you entered your already-lit bedroom and simply ignored the huge man sitting at the end of your bed as your started to let your hair down and undress.

"Hermosa, I told you to be home in an hour." Miguel simply stated.

"And I told you that I had to complete a shift." you matched his tone as you pulled an huge hoodie over before going to the sink to wash off your makeup.

"Tch, you really wanna play that game? What were you even doing there? And don't say work."

You continued to rub the face wash in circles. "I was trying to get some information. I know you had been looking for some updates and insights, so I went along."

Miguel rolled his eyes. "Okay, but did it require you dressing like that and flirting? I'm sure I got what I needed to."

You pulled the towel away from your face and grinned. "Wanna bet?"

Miguel didn't like the look in your eye, but he had to stay strong to prove his point. "I saw all the reps there and know there's a few shipments coming in next Wednesday."

You nodded before walking over to your bed. "Okay, but did you know that a weapons dealer is rumored to have gotten a lovely precious metal from Africa? Did you know that the cargo is being unloaded this Friday? Did you know that there's whispers of our old friend Kingpin making a return?" you chuckled as you leaned passed Miguel to reach for the scarf on your bed.

Miguel took your wrist before pushing you back to meet his eyes. "You're so difficult, sometimes." he grunted out.

You booped his nose and smiled. "But you love it. Now, let me put on my scarf."

Miguel pulled you into his lap before giving you a playful bite on the cheek. "No point. I'm going to fuck it off you anyway."

"Oh really?"

"Mmhm, plus you're in trouble. You're not allowed to go looking all pretty without me. It could hurt my feelings." There was a retort on the tip of your tongue, but you ended up on your stomach--hoodie rising up and ass exposed. "Now say you're sorry."

"What! I didn't do any-," you yelped when a firm smack was placed on a cheek. "Miguel!"

"You heard me. Say you're sorry."

You scoffed and rolled your eyes. "Miguel, I-," you felt a smack again.

"I can do this all night, hermosa." He rubbed a cheek and chuckled. "I'm waiting." You pouted before mumbling into the sheets. "What was that? Couldn't quite hear you."

That smug tone annoyed you, but you raised your head and threw a glare his way. "I'm sorry."

Miguel hummed as he leaned over you and kissed your lower back. "Good girl, what are you sorry for?"

Oh for fuck's sake. "You tell me Miguel. What should I be sorry for-" you gulped as you felt his warm strong hand hold your throat. You swallowed despite little pressure being placed. Your face warmed hearing how the man chuckled meanly. His teeth grazed along the skin at one side of your neck. You nearly whimpered.

"Bebita, tu sabes. You're sorry for teasing others with what's mine." he tightened his grip and bit down. The other hand crept around and rubbed your thighs. "These beautiful thighs are mine." his fingers traced around your mouth. "These sweet lips are mine." he rubbed his face against your head and took in a deep breath. "This precious hair is mine." you whined when he finally cupped at your core and teased your slit. "And this fat, wet pussy is all mine. Let me remind you."

It was always so hard to think that there could be too much of a good thing, but after how long Miguel had been pleasing himself between your thighs, you would definitely consider it a possibility. He brought you orgasm after orgasm; you gripped his hair unsure if you were trying to keep him there or push him away.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry! Please Miguel, fuck!" you pleaded and thrashed though with his grip on your legs, you barely budged.

Miguel groaned at your pleas and moved away to look at you. His eyes were half-lidded, hair tousled, face wet and glistening. "What's wrong, mami? I'm just making you feel good. I thought you wanted some attention." he entered a finger and moaned at the sound. "Hear how wet you are? Mierda, let me spoil you." and he returned like he was in a daze. He had to just give you some more.

...

"So you said, they're arriving on Friday?" Miguel typed away with glasses rested on his nose working away by the night stand.

"Mmhm," you groaned still recovering hours later. Your body thoroughly satisfied and mind barely holding onto the moment.

Miguel continued to read through tabs and check different hacked messages. One popped up, and he recognized the name of the port. "Oh that's going to be a lot to search. Might have to call in Jess and Peter J in." you grunted in response. Miguel chuckled as he turned over to kiss you on top of your head. "You're so good, amor. What would I do without you?" he beamed sweetly.

You hummed as you snuggled against him to finally get some sleep. "Yeah, I wonder."

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FIN.

Thanks so much for reading! I don't remember the last time I wrote a multi-chap fic (definitely been a couple years with like...GrimmIchi?) I really enjoy this fandom and all the Spidermans. Besides being nerds, they can be quite relatable.

I think I'm gonna continue a couple one shots and possibly do some One Piece fics again, but hit me up on the inbox. I'm here to rant, vent, or gush over the favs.