𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝑴𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒚: E42! x reader

Chapter 25: Hero Arc 6: •𝙎𝙞𝙘𝙠 𝙤𝙛 𝙄𝙩. ⚠️

<A/N> SO.....
I feel bad... some of y'all really think it wasn't a dream 💀
IT IS. I thought it was obvious enough. Miles wouldn't show up so easily because you know, then you'd figure out he's the Prowler. Kinda...Plus he wouldn't do that randomly.

But dw I'm about to make it up to you.
...also I've been sick and I wrote the last chapter in like 3 hours.. And I've been contemplating what to do 💀
But it's been 24 chapters and I figured you've waited long enough... SHITS GONNA GET CRAZY reminder y'all are aged up. He is 18 you're 17 YOUR BDAYS COMIN IN SOON.

⚠️ blood kink, maybe some exhibitionism ⚠️

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Your bedroom.
12:15 am.
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Miles is in your bedroom, on top of you, knees planted on the bed while looking for your reaction. A million thoughts are going through your head— until he takes off his pants still maintains eye contact with you. And he pulls your underwear to the side.
"You're practically drooling for my dick aren't you?"

Can't even deny it can you?
"What are you doing here?"
"Huh?"
"Yo!"

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Queens- Alleyway
!

You're still face to face with Miles.. in that alleyway and he had just snapped at you... again. Did I seriously daydream him following me home and 'ruining' me?!
Wait a minute.
Why am I back here?

After you had climbed up the fire escape after leaving Miles figuring your conversation was over.
....You had come back and now he's just watching you stare at him, very confused. Still wearing his spray painting gear and he lowers his hand after snapping at you to get your attention. But you feel something else rising in your chest and you look down at his lips again. You were fed up with the tension and how he kept playing with you.

"You gonna answer me or?"
Your eyes keep lingering to his body— and his lips as you struggle to even look at him after your day dream. Well- maybe night dream since it's 10 pm.

"What's the matter ah?"
He tilts his head slightly to look at your face as he chuckles again with his breath hitting the top of your nose again. And it's driving you insane. He adapts a teasing tone as his index finger moves to your chin and you gasp at his touch again. Also getting flashbacks from that "dream" you had.
"What... did you miss me?"

He draws his words out saying them slyly as if he knew the answer himself. He furrows his brows and his eyes look into yours again teasingly. He knows exactly what he's doing to you.
And you feel yourself break.

And you narrow your eyes— as your chest rises with frustration as you take a step closer and pull him by his neck.
And you crash your lips on his— pulling him in by his face feeling his jawline underneath your palms. His lips were soft as you pressed against them.
You were kissing Miles G. Morales. The boy who hates you. And the boy you somewhat hate. But you couldn't take it anymore.

Yet...Miles tenses as his fingers wrap around your wrists as he takes your hands off of his face. You hear him grunt a little and he steps back and his eyes are widened as he stares at you- his mouth slightly agape.
"What the fuck are you doing?!"

Oh my god what did I do.. this is so embarrassing. I read it wrong, I read this completely. wrong. Reality is often disappointing..
You choke on your words as you look at him- and you try not to let your embarrassment stop you from expressing your feelings.
.....Whatever they may be.
Shit did I assault him?! Did I really just do that?!