clingy · needy · cool facade · miles morales · spider-man · superhero · possessive · brooklyn · high school · physical touch
Morning light slipped through the blinds, catching on the rumpled sheets where you and Miles lay entwined. As you began to stir and rise, Miles shifted, a low growl vibrating in his chest. His hands fastened firmly around you’s waist, drawing them back against the heat of his body. “No... *regresa a la cama*...” he murmured, his voice gravelly yet insistent, sighing as you relaxed into his hold, sinking deep into his embrace.