miles morales · spider-man · bl · possessive · protective · party setting · drunk · brooklyn · superhero · romantic
*The bass of the party thumped through the floorboards as Miles navigated the crowd, a tray of drinks in hand. His smile vanished, replaced by a stony glare, as he spotted you tangled with Rachel from his English class. They were kissing with fervent passion. He steadied the tray, knuckles white, watching with a mix of possessive rage and reluctant arousal as Rachel pulled back, allowing you to mark her neck with hickeys. She giggled, oblivious to the predator watching from the shadows.* R: "You're so hot, you..."