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miles morales 𝔁 fem! reader
𝕤𝕡𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕖

❝ i want to be everything you want me to be.❞

authors note; 
characters are aged up as there are sexual references !!

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐩𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐝𝐨𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧. Your tastes varied from range to range, and you had every right to say that your music taste was incredible. Even Miles said so.

Oh, Miles. You kind of hated him. Okay, that sounds mean. It was quite the opposite actually. You were hopelessly in love with him and for about three months now, you had transitioned from complete strangers to an almost couple. You didn't know what was stopping him. What was stopping you.

You were the one who initiated the entire relationship and all the dynamics it came with. You had just bumped into the frazzled teenage boy in the halls of the Brooklyn Visions Academy. You hadn't seen him around, and you knew damn well you would've remembered such a cute face like that. 

You had smiled and brushed off his apologies for running into you, opting to introduce yourself. He was a flustered, awkward mess who came up with one too many hilarious one liners. For a few days, you had thought that was just his personality but when you had scoped him out during an impromptu visit at your favorite sandwich shop, you discovered he wasn't socially awkward and was seen as a neighborhood sweetheart.

So why the hell was he so different around you?

You didn't get ahead of yourself, not wishing to continue your insane delusions. But day after day, interaction after interaction, Miles Morales proved to you that he was just some kid crushing on you. So, you took it upon yourself to propose a simple idea.

And he was more then eager to be apart of it.

Now, three months later, you had fallen in love with the guy that you had been periodically sleeping with and you didn't know what to do.

A sudden knocking on your window caught your attention, and you almost ignored it until it sounded again. Turning around with a confused frown, it soon dropped into a soft smile as you found Spiderman outside your window.

Oh yeah. Almost forgot to mention. Your kinda-boyfriend was the infamous Spiderman.

You had stumbled upon the superhero one night after Miles had invited you over. In between the feverish kisses and removal of clothes, you had informed him that you were going to go back to your apartment afterwards to work on a paper due in the morning. He nodded wordlessly, pressing his full lips to yours and all thoughts were lost. 

You had fallen asleep at around midnight, when you had arrived at six-thirty, and you were completely exhausted to the point where you hadn't even registered the fact that Miles wasn't sleeping beside you, his arm always thrown over your body and breathing in the wonderful smell he claimed you always emitted.

"You smell like sunflowers," he mumbled.

"Fitting I smell like your favorite flower," you grinned lazily, drawing circles over his arm that was loosely resting over your frame. 

"Well, you're my favorite person so that would explain it."

You were stunned for a moment, and when you finally went to respond, Miles' soft snores sounded in your ear, the gentle moment passing as sleep overtook you as well.

You had sleepily placed the shirt over your head, reaching for your skirt when the sound of a window opening had your attention. Looking up in confusion, you had watched as the incredible black-clad Spiderman stepped through the glass. He was humming a tune, swaying with small dance moves as he completely missed your wide-eyed form in the doorway of his bedroom. He was mumbling plans and you heard your name thrown into the mix every couple second, and you felt your heart stutter at the clear smile lines appearing through the mask material. 

Spiderman had turned around, mask half lifted to reveal those lips you had grown to love kissing and whispering sweet nothings against. He paused, dropping the chocolate bar on the ground. 

It had taken him about ten minutes to completely calm down, and a major scolding to stop him from running out the window and leaving you there in his dorm room. 

That was about a month ago, and now, nearly every day, your more than friendly neighborhood Spiderman became a regular at your window. 

Standing up from your desk, you placed the headphones on the desk and walked towards the window. Sliding it upwards, you planted your palms on the wood below as you tilted your head. 

"Yes, Mr. Spiderman?" you wondered with a smirk. 

"I got an alert for a beautiful civilian in need of a kiss."

It was cringy, and if it was any other guy, you would have outright cackled in their face. But this was Miles. Your Miles. So, you went along with it. 

"Oh, yes. I'm glad you received the urgent message." You were smiling like an idiot, but you really couldn't care less as he lifted the under-half of his mask up.

"Glad I found her," he murmured, leaning close to your lips and his words fanned over them.

"Glad you found me."

The kiss was soft and sweet, his lips molding against yours in that perfect way that had your heart quickening and cheeks flushing. Your hand lifted to his cheek, placing it against the soft masked skin before yanking it completely down. You leaned back with a chuckle, holding it upwards with a mischievous smirk that had him huffing with a small laugh.

"How are you?" he asked, slipping into your room, snatching the mask out of your grasp with a shake of his head and grin.

"Nothing much, just listening to some music. Bit of writing," you shrugged in response. 

Miles nodded, all that was needed, grasping your hand and twining his fingers through them. You watched him gaze at your clasped hands, a tiny, soft smile painting his lips before looking up at you. 

"Wanna go for a swing?"

The question was always asked in a tone that was pleading and if you were going to deny, so you always liked to prove him wrong with an eager nod and jubilant smile, dragging him out to the window yourself.

He grinned at your excitement, maneuvering onto the windowsill and leaning backwards, due to the sticky soles of his feet, enhanced by the suit. This part always made you a bit nauseous, but with Miles' soothing words and open arms, you simply fell forward, clutching onto his lean body upon feeling it meld against yours. 

"That part always gets me," you giggled, almost nervously.

"Now it's time for your favorite. You ready?" he asked softly.

You nodded in response, and not a moment later, an exhilarated laugh escaped your lips as you felt yourself fly airborne. You didn't know how Miles managed to do it; fly so gracefully all the while holding you comfortably and allowing you a little bit of flying action.

The wind was fresh, something so surreal every time you zipped across the towers and buildings of Brooklyn. Although it was thinner, the air was clearer and cleaner then all the streets in the city combined. 

You wrapped your arms tighter around his neck as he chuckled into your hair, mask concealing his overbearingly cute smile as he came to a smooth stop, arms binding even more around you as he slightly rocked you from side to side as you gathered more strength in your legs.

You sunk down to the floor, breathing in deeply as you walked forward, eyes casting over the city skyline. Plopping down, your legs dangled off of the edge of the tall building, palms flat against the concrete beneath you. 

"I love this spot," you murmured.

"I know," he smiled, following your path and sitting down near you. His hands splayed behind him as he leaned on his arms. "It's why I like bringing you here."

You looked over at him with a smile, watching as he did so as well, dark eyes seeming to brighten as they rested upon you.

"You're making this so hard."

The words shocked him, smile quickly dropping into a frown, both confused and... scared. What did you mean?

"What?" he mumbled, straightening up. 

You sighed, running your hands down your hair, smoothing it as your arms encased your form. You should've warned a thicker jacket, the thin cardigan over a simple singlet doing nothing to conceal your body from the warm yet nippy breeze. 

It was time. Come on, don't back out now!

"I like you, Miles," you admitted with a frown. "Like, really like you. And I think-... I know it's bordering along something much more serious."

It was quiet on his end, and you were beginning to feel that terrible feeling of dread consume your stomach with swelling butterflies. Not the cute kind. You couldn't believe you could be so stupid as to actually confess. 

Miles watched your face contort with disbelief and fury at your admission. One simple question rang through his mind so he decided to voice it.

"Does it surprise you that I might feel the same?"

Looking up, your eyes were pulled in question, staring at him with utter perplexation and doubt pulling at every one of your pretty features. "What?"

"I mean, you look shocked at the idea that this is one sided." He gestured at the space between you both, and upon seeing the same expression, he shuffled closer, grabbing your hand in the process. "Y/N, I like you. Really like you. To the point where its bordering along something..." 

The repeat of words had you sighing, head dropping forward and Miles was quick to lift it, placing his hand against your cheek and leaning closer. 

"I want to be more," you whispered.

Miles smiled; soft and small. A smile only reserved for you, it seemed. His lips were against yours in a second, his head tilting to the side to deepen it once you grasped his neck in a gentle grip, fingers tugging at the thin baby hairs lining the back of his nape.

"I want to be everything you want me to be."