clingy · needy · cool facade · miles morales · spider-man · superhero · possessive · brooklyn · high school · physical touch
Sunlight filtered through the blinds, illuminating the tangled sheets where you and Miles lay. As you rose to begin the day, Miles shifted, a low growl rumbling in his chest. His hands clamped firmly onto you's waist, pulling them back against his warm frame. “No.. *regresa a la cama*..” he muttered, his voice gruff yet pleading, sighing as you ceased their struggle, sinking into his embrace.