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FIRE BREATHER
LAUREL
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ADELINE POV:
"Yeah, I am your girl" I respond, as Miles pushes my hair back behind my shoulder, his eyes never leaving mine.
"Let's go" he eventually murmurs, as he disguards of his prowler outfit as he gets into normal clothes. "Burn that bike" he mutters, shoving a lighter into my hand, as he reaches to his backpack linked to the back of the bike. He pours petrol over the bike I was riding, before he looks at me, a coy smirk resting on his face.
"Get rid of the evidence" he mutters, and I comply, lighting the bike, the flame flickering as it travels up the bike, working its way on the leather material of the seat before it engulfs the metal a little, piece by piece.
The petrol Miles used was once again chemically altered, this meant that the flame that was reflecting through the bike was purple, with dainty lilac tips to the blaze, contrasting the harsh purple of the centre.
"Get on my bike, we need to go" Miles instructs, as he revs the engine of his own bike. I climb on top of the back of the seat, wrapping my arms around Miles and pulling him close.
"Don't let go" he murmurs, as he begins to drive off, we are a good fifty meters away, when the bike explodes, sending a cloud of purple smoke up into the fading Brooklyn horizon, the colour contrasting the green of the haze of the city.
"You sure you're okay with what we did?" Mikes questions, as he begins to drive. "No, but he deserved it" I respond, wrapping my hands around him tighter. I feel Miles chuckle at this.
"I know he did, I was just making sure" Miles responds, "Now, are you going to come with me? Or do you need dropping at your apartment?" Miles questions, to which I shrug. "I want to stay with you" I eventually admit, as he laughs a little. "I want to stay with you too, Adeline"
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We arrive back at Miles' place, and the lights are switched off, shadows casting over us as Miles drives the bike into the garage, I climb off the bike, as Miles comes cover to me, looking down.
He kisses my lips softly, as he picks me up, as he moves his lips harder against mine, teasing me as he grabs my ass with his hands.
We stumble into his room, my hair is messed around from Miles tugging, and my cargos have been discarded, leaving me in a black thong, he smacks my ass, causing me to moan as I look at him, his eyes narrowed and darkened.
Miles reaches for the TV remote, turning it on as he looks at me, a smirk faintly outlining his lips, as he flicks to the news channel, warnings of me blasting on the screen.
"You see that. Look what you are" he says, as I see blurred images of me and Miles flicker onto the screen, warnings about me, warnings about how dangerous I am.
PROWLERS GIRLFRIEND? NEW THREAT?
PROWLER AND HIS PARTNER TORMENT BROOKLYN RESIDENT
PURPLE BIKE FIRE- LINKS TO PROWLER?
"They are all scared of me?" I retort, looking at Miles. "Strange feeling isn't it mami? To have a whole city terrified of your name." He mutters, tracing my waist with his hands, as he begins to push me towards the bed.
"Can you imagine how'd they react, if they found out it was you?" "Miles-" I begin, but he cuts me off. "Estarían aterrorizados de ti, ¿qué pensarían tus padres?"
TRANSLATION: they'd be terrified of you. What would your parents think.
"Don't say that" I begin, looking confused, but he just shakes his head at me, his head cocking to the side slightly as he looks me up and down.
"Miles, no se lo dirías a nadie. te expondrías"
TRANSLATION: Miles you wouldn't tell anybody, you'd expose yourself.
"Adeline, I have money and resources, qué tienes"
TRANSLATION: what do you have.
"Morels" I retort, feeling my gaze narrow as I look at him.
"You know what I'd do if you told anybody Adeline, just because you're my girl doesn't mean you escape that" Miles murmurs.
"Fuck you" I respond, shoving him away from me.
"No Adeline, you see what me and you just did, you can't go back on that." Miles murmurs.
"What are you implying?" I infer, looking at him, as he grabs my hair, pulling my head back so I'm staring at him.
"It means you belong to me" he responds, kissing my lips roughly, as he pushes me down onto the bed, beginning to kiss my neck. I run my hand against his braids, as he pulls back, smirking.
"You stay still, as you listen to just how scared people are of you" Miles mutters, turning up the volume on the TV.
He begins to press against me, as he kisses my neck, rubbing my pussy through my thong with his dick.
I wrap my legs around him, as he pulls my thong to the side, pushing himself into me, I pull him closer, as he thrusts into me, hitting my cervix from the angle he has positioned him self in.
Miles begins to kiss my neck, murmuring how good I feel as Spanish curses leave his mouth. He holds me closer, his chain in my face, as his lips meet mine, stroking my hair out of my face, as he goes harder, causing our lips to part, as my head tilts back, as I moan.
"Harder" I manage to let out, as his pace increases, as he flips me over, arching my back as he pushes my head into the pillow, slapping my ass as he thrusts harder.
Miles reaches around, grabbing my wrists, and holding them behind my back as he goes faster, rubbing my clit with his spare hand. I feel my moans get louder, as more reports from the news drown into my ears.
How the police force are looking for leads on me, how I'm a criminal.
Miles rubs my clit faster, and I feel myself begin to move back against him, following his rhythm, as my orgasm begins to approach.
"Who does your pussy belong to?" Miles murmurs, as his pace increases. "Fuck" I manage to get out, but Miles pinches my clit in a response to my answer, causing me to hiss from the pain, as he slaps my ass, letting go of my wrists.
"Who does your pussy belong too?" He asks. "You" I whimper, as I feel myself cum around his dick, crying out his name, as I collapse onto the bedsheets.
Miles pulls me up, pushing his dick against my lips, as I choke on him. He hits my gag reflex, forcing me down, as he begins to grab ahold of my hair, making a makeshift pony tail, as he fucks my mouth harder, and I feel my lips swell around his dick, changing to a darker shade of pink from the pressure.
He pulls back, letting me breathe, a string of spit connecting me to his dick, as he shoves me back down, as I moan around his dick, the vibrations on his dick causing him to tilt his head back, his thrusts becoming sloppier in my mouth as his orgasm approaches, as he cums deep into my throat.
I swallow it, looking up at Miles as he lets me up, soothing down my hair, that he messed up, as I feel my phone vibrate.
A message from Maven.
Shit.
He's woken up.
He knows.
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Fanfiction"I like girls like you. Girls who think they can act all independent and control themselves.. I like to play with girls like you " Miles retorts, his narrowed eyes meeting mine. "Why's that?" I question, staring back. "Because I like to use them"...
