You and Miguel were dating. He was borderline obsessed with you and had a huge soft spot.

He was a famous Spiderman, so he came with little talons that popped out his fingers when his hands were smushed.

You were sat on the kitchen counter of your home with him standing between your legs. His large and calloused hand in your own as you squished it, making his claws pop out.

“Mami…i gotta go~” He purred in his Spanish accent, his eyes practically had hearts in while looking at you.