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[ in which 42 miles comes over and explains the guy from 1610 you were kissing in part one wasn’t him and maybe he gets real jealous and uh 😼‼️ ]
Miles G. Morales sits at your desk chair, slouched over as he finishes his winded explanation and you sit only a few feet away on the edge of your bed as you try to do your best to break it down. Your eyes focused on the small details of his face as waited for you to say something - his braids need to be redone sooner than later, his lip is busted on the upper left side and he’s got a dark bruised cheek on the same left side. So different.
“So… He was you but… Not you… ” The explanation your boyfriend had given you was working it's confusing as hell magic on your pretty little head.
Alternate dimensions, different worlds.
A Miles that was Miles just not the Miles sitting right in front of you. Too many times the name Miles came up that you could swear you were even seeing the word floating around.
Excuse you for being so confused as your genius boyfriend spoke to you.
As much as you try to wrap your brain around it, it was definitely out of your realm - that stuff was always theory, never something real that could actually happen in this lifetime. Gosh, it was making your head spin like crazy because how could you not know the difference between the boy you’ve known for years compared to, to, to practically an imposter!
You pound your palm with a closed fist as your eyes brighten in a brilliant Aha! moment. “A different Miles!” Okay, that did not sound as brilliant saying out loud as it did in your mind.
That would surely explain why you got a sudden text from your very recently absentee boyfriend and he looks completely like himself as he showed up at your door, and he was effectively snuck back to your bedroom even though you’re home alone.
Oops, a force of habit. At least he didn’t scale the fire escape to your bedroom window this time. Another force of habit, playing music just loud enough to prevent anyone on the other side of your bedroom door from hearing what was going on inside. Oops… Again.
His lip quirks in a small smile. “Yeah, yeah, you gettin’ it.” He nods curtly with his arms crossed over his chest as if it wasn’t the third time he was very patiently explaining it to you.
You look at him, continuously staring, almost glaring at all of his features. You look past the injuries; only looking at what was his base.
The same thick eyebrows, the same scattered freckles over his nose, the same plump lips, the same… Eyes? No, no, you lean in just a little closer to confirm your suspicions… The other Miles? Had darker colored eyes you suddenly realized. A softer brown compared to your Miles’ hazel eyes that the lamp at your night table illuminated. Obviously, the hair is back to normal braids, or, just not cut into the fashion the other Miles had - even though you had been serious about liking the look.
You huff a bit and pout your lips as you wrack your brain for all the differences that should have led you on! The sweet innocence wafting around him, the other him, should have been your first indicator. The way he sputtered from how close you were should have been another. Shit, definitely the way he kissed, well, the kissing was fine because he was acting so cute - like you were taking his first kiss all over again.
Miles rolls the chair closer, your Miles you remind yourself for the sake of your confused brain, and reaches out - his hand on your jaw, thumb caressing over your cheek.
His touch feels comforting, different from the one you experienced just a couple of days ago. There’s a confidence in touching you that the other him didn’t have, yet, probably.
“I just feel so embarrassed…”
His turn to be the one who was confused. “What’s my girl got to be embarrassed about?”
There he went, making you feel shy.
“Well, oh my god, I was hugging on someone else like that…” You gush in confession, leaning into the warm palm on your skin.
You gave him your best puppy dog eyes as you watched in live time as his calm features slowly twist into that of jealousy when he realized what you just said. Like the scene was unraveling in his head. He exhales harshly through his nose and you watch his adam’s apple shift as he swallows down what you could imagine to be a few choice angry words at his other dimensional self.
His thick brows furrowed just enough to show a tiny little wrinkle at the center of his forehead that only formed when he was holding his temper around you. Probably not the best sign for you when your boyfriend just happens to be a jealous, jealous guy. Even if that meant being resentful of essentially himself.
“Just hugging?” He asks.
Your eyes glance to the side, a little nervous smile pulling on the edge of your lips. Your hands meet together right in front of you, thumbs fiddling. “Maybe… A little kissin’ and with a little, tiny, itsy…” You swallow and his eyes widen considerably as you raise your hand for him to see. Your thumb and pointer finger pinched together tightly as you squeaked out your last word as his brows raised up in anticipation. “… Tongue… ?”
He looked up with a heavy sigh and rolled his eyes until he completely turned his head, staring at the posters above your desk. You blink at him as you bit your bottom lip, waiting for him to say something, anything.
He couldn’t be too mad, right?
You were the victim here!
Making out with a version of your boyfriend that wasn’t your boyfriend, even though his innocent enthusiasm was so, so charming and cute.
Miles glanced at you out of the corner of his eye before turning to look at you head-on. He stands up, pushing the rolling chair back towards your desk and you stand immediately, too. Worry etching your heart that he would just walk out on you, he wasn’t one to argue or shout at you ever. You step close to him, reaching out to grab at him but he beats you to it. He’s in your personal space before you know it, leaning into you, hunching slightly until his forehead touched against yours.
The voice in which he asks; “He touch you?” Is almost quiet, daring to find out something that could break both of your hearts.
You felt your face turn hot because he obviously wasn’t talking about any little touching, he was talking about going onto the next base. The faraway memories of doing those very things with your own boyfriend crawl to the front of your mind, ears ringing with distant moans and groans.
Your momentary silence was a mistake.
He takes a step forward and you have to catch yourself with your hands on his biceps from stumbling over as you take a step back, the back of your knees against the edge of your bed. It almost feels like a threat and your heart pitter-patters up into your throat and you force yourself to swallow it down.
Right now is not the time to get all flustered from this!
“Where?” He asks you and you have to hold back from tilting your head up just enough to plant a kiss on him. “Dime, bebé , right now.” His accent thickened as he whispered harshly, his eyes wide and you can only imagine what his mind was forming in the realms of cruel imagination.
You gaze into his eyes before looking down at his lips, watching them move with his words. You reach down and take his wrists, bringing them to your body and you both watch as his hands are placed perfectly at your waist. He even does you the service of giving you a small squeeze in question. You look up at him with wide eyes and lick your lips.
“That’s it… He just grabbed me here… Are you mad, papi?” You use his favorite pet name to try and soothe him. You, of course, don’t mention how you accidentally called the other Miles the same one, too. No, he didn’t need that right now.
His eyes soften as he looks at you, eyes flickering and you swallow down any shyness as he takes in all your features for his viewing pleasure.
Finally, Miles shakes his head as he exhales softly.
He kisses you for the first time since arriving, he sighs blissfully against your mouth and you savor his sweet affections. Your hands raise, one on his shoulder as the other wraps around to hold his nape, holding him close to kiss him.
He pulls away just a hit, lips grazing yours as he speaks softly to you. “I promise you... I’m not mad.” Those same words you had heard before make your heart clench and you don’t respond this time, no demands having to be made so you just kiss him again. Slowly and passionately. Wanting to forget someone else’s lips, wanting to remember his mouth only.
Your tilt your head to the side just the slightest as his lips part, his tongue licking against yours. There’s something strange about the way he kisses you. A feeling you haven't experienced from him yet. He practically moans against your mouth as he tilts his head the other way, devouring you.
It comes to you in realization.
Utter desperation. That’s what it was.
His lips move from your mouth to your jaw, kissing, nipping at your flesh with hunger and you hang onto him as much as you could as you would tilt your head back. You gave him all the space he needed once he reached your neck. Miles’ teeth scratching against your skin.
It raises gooseflesh down your arms and over your chest.
“Miles-“ You gasp but you don’t get any words out, his mouth on yours quickly again. Every kiss growing more and more desperate. You moan softly between each wet kiss and it’s cut short with a yelp as he roughly bit your bottom lip. Your tongue immediately darted out to lick over the tender spot, hoping to not taste the metallic flavor of blood.
He sighs like he’s annoyed and your brows furrow as he demands you to; “Cállate…” He whispers as he stopped you from saying any type of thing. His left hand coming up, holding your jaw tightly to hold your face in place.
Oh, he was mad!
You fucking knew it! You’re thankful he didn’t try to grab a fistful of your hair.
He moved back to your neck and you can already imagine the collage of hickies and bites that will adorn your skin by the time he’s done with you. You don’t bother flinching away or raising your shoulder to hide yourself from him; he could have this every once in a while. He’s soooooo lucky it was going to be cool enough the next few days to wear something with a high neck because you had to hide it for the sake of your dignity.
“Come on, papi, I’ll-! Mm… Make it up to you…” Your breath hitched as he sucked his anger out on a practically sensitive spot under your ear. He wrapped his arms around you completely, holding you against him and you rub the scratchiness of his nape where his hair began. “Anything you want… I won’t complain…” You added, hoping to entice him into a better mood; to distract him from whatever crazy scenarios were running wild in his mind.
“Want you to not kiss other guys…” Your boyfriend muttered sourly, lips brushing against your shoulder but you heard him loud and clear.
“Okay, okay…” You start and you rest your cheek on top of his head. “Won’t kiss other guys, no matter how much they look like you- Ouch!” You yelped as his hand moved lower, pinching the fatty meat of your ass. He stood up straight as he glared at you, icy cold and serious. You take your hands away from him, holding them up as you surrender, silently telling him you’re at his mercy. It worked well enough, and your ass is safe from another hurtful pinch.
Miles’ eyes looked you up and down slowly before a small smirk pulled on the corner of his mouth and it was too obvious an idea pops into his head.
“So… Anything I want, mami?”
You smile in confirmation and tilt your head, curious about what he was thinking. He turned his head, staring at the closed door of your bedroom.
“We alone?”
You nod. “Yeah, for a few hours. It’s just you and oh… You and me… Alone…” You answer but the realization sinks in slowly the more you spoke. The feeling crawls through your whole being as your mind and body react almost simultaneously. Of course, what else would a horny boyfriend/girlfriend pair do when they were all home alone? Think! Think!
It starts with sweet, love-struck butterflies deep in your stomach, fluttering upwards wildly until your heart skips a beat and your ears begin to burn. Almost like a comical poof erupted over your head in a pink cloud as you quickly become flustered. It would definitely not be the first time between the two of you but it would be the first time in your room. You start thinking like crazy, mind racing. Your gaze peeked over your shoulder to look at the assortment of pillows and plushies that were about to end up on the floor. You had just washed the sheets, so how were you going to explain you needed to wash them again so soon? You really should have lit a candle before he came over and the window should get opened so it doesn’t get too stuffy. You really hoped there were would be no weird music coming from your playlist for the foreseeable future.
Oh, Oh no…
What panties were you wearing!?
This was becoming too real, too quick. Your face was turning insanely hot and Miles’ grin won’t stop growing as his hand comes up, cupping your flushed cheek and pulling your wide eyes back to him.
He finally looks like he’s enjoying himself. “Que te pasa, mamacita? Huh? You said anything I wanted…”
You almost choke around the happy knot in your throat, chuckling softly. “I know…” Your hands were placed against his chest as he leaned into you, forcing you to hold still or else you would tumble backward with him onto your bed. “Miles…” You warned.
“Te ves tan bonita…” His voice licking your ear as he whispered, his hold on you was firm and unrelenting. “And you smell so good…”
You wanted to scream gleefully and giggle shyly and jump in happiness from his sweet compliments; you had to hold your ground, this wasn’t about you. This was about making sure he knew that he was loved and wanted, to cure that jealousy that was lit within him.
“Don’t you get it?”
You blink at him, almost going cross-eyed from how close he got to you - nothing new with his lack of boundaries at moments like these. He kisses you, just above a peck on your bottom lip and when he pulls back that inch, you chase him for another one. Such sweet love that makes you smile unconsciously as your eyes crinkle with happiness.
“Get what…” You whispered but he leans away just enough that you aren’t rewarded with a third kiss. The look on his face says it all, he’s enjoying this version of you.
Miles’ nose rubs against yours and you feel embarrassed for feeling so needy as he affectionately caressed you with his closeness.
“I want you all t’myself,” Your boyfriend brings his lips to the corner of your mouth. Your heart leaps, practically tightening up your chest at how quickly it filled you with such emotion. He’s got you feeling light as air. “You’re mine.”
The possessiveness is not unwelcome and he captures your lips, stealing your breath and he doesn’t let up until you turn your head gasping for air - head spinning with how dizzy he made you.
You were completely hot and bothered now. You can’t deny it anymore and he repeats those words as he tries to kiss you again and again.
“You’re mine. All mine…”
This time he pushes and you stumble to sit on the bed, finally released from his hold and you stare up at him with watery eyes, breathing heavily. He looks no better than you, and looks just as bothered as you as he licks his lips. Miles stares down at you and the light from the lamp only illuminated all his best features. His hazel eyes are half-lidded, completely dilated as breathes just as heavily.
He’s a sight for sore eyes.
“Say it.”
Your ears barely pick up his words. “Whuh…” You mumble mindlessly as you blink to focus, your eyes lower from his face to what’s right in front of your face and your eyes widen. “Say… What…”
“Que eres mía.” He repeats in Spanish this time and you’re more focused on how his hands unbuckle his belt, pushing open the buttons of his pants. Miles was sporting his excitement for you and you’re sure you’re no better if you checked.
You swallow and glance back up at him, throat suddenly so dry. You repeat what he wants and it sends an excited throb straight between your thighs as they rub together in anticipation.
“I’m yours…”
He holds himself in his hand. “Then prove it.”
You only nod quickly like you don’t have any damn sense in that little head of yours. You lean forward, close enough for him.
Your mouth opens pretty to show your pink tongue for him to lay the weight of his hard cock on it. The salty taste of his leaking tip smears across your taste buds and your eyes flutter shut to savor it for just a few moments before you close your mouth around his length.
Your lashes lay against your warm, flushed cheeks. You let him hold the back of your head with one hand as your mouth only takes the first few inches of his dick and it's all about habit now, maybe with just a moment of gagging. Slowly bobbing your head as he held his own cock in hand, holding it just right for you to suckle on. You pull off with a wet kiss to the head and you know he loves when you lick the underside as you look up at him - so you do just that. You take in the view, his mouth hanging open as he moaned softly from your ministrations.
Miles could act so cold and nonchalant sometimes but right now you got to see all of his most honest expressions. Nothing hiding his face as you took him back into your mouth, letting your tongue run over every throbbing vein along his shaft. He says your name so lovely, a breathy sound caught between a desperate moan and something you could almost call a whine.
He dug his fingers just a bit harshly into the back of your head and you pushed further under your own accord. He releases the hold around the base of his dick and you take him until the head of his cock meets the back of your throat and you take him deeper, any discomfort ignored in favor of how loudly he groans. You pull back to gasp for air, saliva dripping down your chin but you gulp in two breaths before taking him down again. Repeating over and over.
You don’t seem to care one bit about the choking and gargling sounds that come from your throat. You don’t seem to care one bit about leaving a mess of saliva and his pre-cum that dripped down your chin to your chest. You don’t even care about the way his short, curly pubes tickle your nostrils when you swallow his whole cock back.
All you cared about was making him feel as good as you knew he would make you feel.
Miles doesn’t last long.
What guy would when their girlfriend was so eagerly sucking them off?
He warns you at the very least and you’re thankful because you pull him back from your throat until you’re only sucking on the tip when he cums in your mouth. You suppose spitting it out this time wouldn’t be too sexy, so down the hatch it went. You blink and shake your head slightly as the saltiness settles in your stomach.
“Ay, bebé… Fuuuck… ” Miles heaves from above and you lick your lips. His hand moves from the back of your head to your chin, wiping away any remnants of fluids that had mixed.
You smirk, leaning into his touch. “That was fast.” Your voice is just a tad scratchy and hoarse but it’s already passing.
“Cabróna…” He chuckles as he leans down, you gasp in faux hurt at the affectionately-laced insult and he just laughs a little harder. Miles spent the next few moments peppering kisses from your forehead, your cheeks, and finally your mouth. If he wanted to cringe at the taste of his own cum, he didn’t show it. His hands creep underneath your shirt and it starts a completely disorderly undressing.
He helps you out of your shirt, you tug his over his head. He kicks off his own pants and grabs your leggings to yank them down your legs. Everything else in between ending up somewhere on the corner of your bed or on the floor. The whole time you’re both laughing breathlessly and kissing, lost in each other.
“Don’t think you made it up to me just yet.” He comments.
You blink and pull back, placing a hand behind yourself to lean against. You tilt your head in confusion.
He pushes your shoulder with enough force to send your back to meet the bed. It’s almost shameful how effortlessly he’s able to wrestle your body to turn over onto your stomach and maybe you raise your ass a little too easily.
You try to play it cool, play it totally relaxed. Play it like your stomach wasn’t bubbling with anticipation as your boyfriend places his hands under your ass, pulling apart your thighs until your pussy was completely exposed to him. Don’t think about anything that wasn’t sexy, you were sexy, sexy! The self-affirmations shouted crazy in your mind.
You feel a chill, air grazing the wetness of cunt and Miles still has the gall to duck his head and spit right against your holes. He situates himself behind you, his knees on the sides of your thighs and your hips are raised just high enough to fuck right into.
His tone sound sounds dangerous. “You’ll make it up to me for kissing that spider-punk…” Miles mutters and you almost question what he was talking about but you get a poke that makes you jump against the sheets. He’s hard again and he holds his cock but that’s not what made your heart leap with fear - it was that he rubbed the tip of his dick against your asshole. You avoid squirming or kicking your legs, his weight already shifting on top of you.
You chuckle nervously, no, he wouldn’t dare. “Te mato, Morales…” You say loudly, shrill with nerves.
“Thought you weren’t gonna complain?” He teases.
He got you there.
“But! That’s-!”
“Cálmate, mami…” He lowers his not-so-innocent rubbing, passing the cockhead between your slick folds. A breath of relief comes from you. “I got my favorite one right here.” And his head catches just slightly on your entrance. Oh, that’s much better.
It sends delicious tingles across your lower body. You wanted more of that feeling, wanted more of how he made you feel.
He leans over your back, kissing your bare shoulder and you both relish in the silence as he starts pushing into you. The heated stretch of his cock forced your gummy walls open. The lack of stretching you out first makes him feel even bigger than he already was.
Your eyes nearly roll back as you grip your soft sheets, holding on until his bony hips meet the seat of your ass.
Both of you curse softly in unison.
Somewhere in the back of your mind, there’s your boyfriend’s uncle giving the two of you a long-winded lecture about using protection and yadda yadda but fucking Miles raw was just sooooo much better.
You felt your body temperature rise and rise, the first few thrusts were rough - dragging along your walls as he wet his cock with you. It’s already making you feel dizzy with happiness, being able to be with him like this.
You let your mind wander at times, only to be brought back by Miles pounding back into you. The more he fucked you, the deeper he seemed to go and you buried your face in the sheets. Your moans and blissful whimpers are muffled by the covers. One of his hands on the bed next to your ribs to support his own body weight and the other pressed into the middle of your back to keep you against the bed.
You were reminded exactly who was fucking you. You’re so glad you didn’t get the other Miles to the bedroom, you’re nearly 100% sure it wouldn’t be as good as this.
Would have been so cute though…
It’s almost by intuition that your boyfriend knows your mind is somewhere else. His hand slides up the soft skin of your back, over your nape and his hand grasps a harsh handful of your hair.
There was the hair-pulling you were afraid of, a horrible habit on both of your parts. You whine as you winced, your head pulled off the sheets as he grunted behind you.
“Endónde estás, chiquita?” He asks and you hold back from teasing him with your thoughts of his counterpart.
The silence only riles him up. He scoffs as he lets you go. His hands move to your lower back and he pins your waist down. You gasp and your eyes are wide open as he starts pounding into you roughly, quick and harsh as he used your pussy to his own liking.
You held on for the ride, it won’t last but your cunt flutters and drips slick to your clit. Every slide of his cock was slippery and wet, heightening how good it felt.
It makes you feel so giddy, some little twisted part inside of you liking how rough it was.
But just like you thought, it doesn’t last like this much longer. It seems like Miles got bored of this position - ass up as your chest rested on the bed. No, this wasn’t making it up to him if you got to rest.
Miles buried himself into you, cunt smothering the base of his cock as he leaned over you. He cascaded over your back, kissing the side of your head and you furrowed your brows in question as to why he was stopping.
He places his hands on your arms that were above your head and you realize what he’s trying to do. He seems too ready for the mild struggle you put up, wrestling your arms back until he has a firm grip around your elbows. His hands are large enough to grasp you and with a heave-ho, he leans back and pulls your chest up off the bed just enough to straighten you out. Your back is extremely strained in this position, forced to arch as your arms are pulled back almost too roughly. You barely have enough control to shift your hips, accidentally grinding your sensitive pussy and your mind fuzzes all over again.
The weight of your upper body held by him, your center of gravity still wanting to lay against the bed. He just wanted you to suffer a bit, that’s all.
He sounds all too happy. “Ahí está… Qué hermosa se ve mi novia…” Miles cooed softly at you, the grip around your elbows so tight your hands felt like they were going to go numb. Your mind is split between translating his few words and getting, well, split open by his cock.
You hang your head shamelessly, gasping for air as you tried to catch your breath. If he wanted to hold you like this, you had to trust him to hold your weight back.
You croon out as he pulls his hips back, his hard cock sliding out not so easily as your desperate pussy gripped him - not wanting to let him go. Only the tip of him was left inside and you bite your lip, biting back a smile as you wait. He’s teasing you, making you silently beg for it and you do. You barely manage to pick up your head, throwing a glance over your shoulder that hurts your neck and you don’t even have to say it.
Please fuck me.
He pushes a happy shrill noise from the back of your throat as he pounded back into you without any regard for how your body pushed forward. His thin hips clapped against your plump ass, bouncing the flesh from the force of his thrust. Your hands open and quickly bunch into fists, and your toes curl as you hold on for the ride. Because he only teased you slowly like that once. He starts his rough assault on your poor, dripping cunt.
The sounds of your cheap, old bed were far too loud. If anyone came home, they would immediately be able to know what that loud squeaking was about but you don’t care. If it wasn’t the creaking they immediately heard, it would be the disgraceful amount of noises you were making in your closed-door room. Not to mention that very distinct wetly sounding plap, plap, plap that emitted from your boyfriend pounding into you.
You were sighing in pleasure, moaning out Miles’ name like a mantra, sobbing pathetically as you felt those first throbs of threatening orgasm.
He’s no quiet man either, grumbling and fuming as he fucked you. You were his girlfriend, no other version of himself could take you from him, you were his girl forever. His. His. His.
You arch your back further, pushing your pelvis to try and grind against him. You had no real leverage to push back onto him, the more you tried the harder he pulled on your arms.
A losing battle.
Your chest rose and fell as you gasped in heavy breaths, you were starting to feel exhausted but you were far too turned on to do anything except focus on that pleasure that was clouding your head.
“I’m… Fuuuucckkkk! ” You start, voice nothing but a twisted whimper as you felt tears burn the waterline of your eyes. You were starting to enter a state of frustration for not getting your rocks off as soon as you wanted to. “I’ma cum…” You whine, hoping he would keep up the same pace but you were better off saying nothing. He purposely slows his pace down, thrusting turning into a slow grind.
Miles groans your name quietly as he takes in the view from behind you, humping his cock into you as that warmth still crept up your spine. You focused on chasing the feeling that made you want to coil up and sob in pleasure. In this position, you could feel his cock deep inside your belly, rubbing all the right spots. Your eyes flutter shut as you put all your attention there, feeling the wet inched grinding of your pussy along his dick, of the tight grip he had on your arms - of the way he managed to be so perfectly annoying.
“Mm… I can’t, I can’t…” You whimper, screwing your eyes closed tighter like the feeling was just within arms reach - so close and so far away at the same time.
If only he would let his grip go on your arms, you could make work of what he was offering you. Playing with yourself as he fucked into you, always a sure way of getting off but no.
Miles wanted to make your life difficult right now. Little cheater.
“Yes, you can… You can…” Miles egged on and the fluttering inside of you worsens. Like his voice was some kind of catalyst. He rolled his hips just a little faster and you smiled in gratitude, eyes fluttering shut as pressure builds once again. “My girl can, can’t you?”
There he goes making your stomach do flips with such offhandish comments in that sudden soft voice. He gives so little and yet, your body is so thankful. You can’t believe the whimper you let out. Those words just sound so amazing coming from your boyfriend, how those words can make you feel like you’re experiencing an ultimate high.
Your brain feels soft and gushy as you complain in that little voice that usually got you your way.
“No puedo , papi …” You whine and Miles’ soft spot for you is larger than his petty assault.
And he starts to give too much again, pounding into you, the sounds quickly lifting in volume. The heat rises, the build up washes over you and you wouldn’t want it any other way.
The end comes as swiftly as you both loved.
The impending orgasm snaps out of you just as suddenly.
You wailed pathetically, head hung low as your hips shook; attempting to continue humping his cock even as your mind flourished with pleasure and exhaustion. Your pussy leaking, wet liquid dripped down his cock to his balls as he fucked you through it. You desired it, to feel a part of your boyfriend growing within you—your skin flushed as your mind flooded with endorphins.
Miles is right behind you as if waiting for you to come undone because of him. He’s not shy in filling your sore cunt with his searing, gooey cum. His balls pressed tight against your clit as he buried his cock inside of you - letting his cock pulse with every spurt of cum.
And it’s over. It’s proven you’re his. Just like every other time he and you made looovvveee .
He finally releases your arms and you fall like a puddle of human onto the bed, the cool sheets against your sweaty skin was refreshing.
He plops down next to you, throwing a plushy over the edge of the bed to make space for his head to lay.
You and your boyfriend both chuckle breathlessly to catch your breath. The hormones that were running high were finally given a chance to calm down.
Your same thoughts popping into your head as before - Fucking Miles raw was definitely the best and fucking this Miles only would always be the best.
You really should stop saying the word fucking.
You can barely even remember the innocence of the other Miles as you cool down; his memory had been effectively fucked out of your system.
“That was… Amazing…Maybe… I should kiss other guys more often if-” You make a poor joke that’s cut off as you receive an open-handed smack to the outer thigh. You giggle and he huffs, cursing at you in Spanish and telling you to shut up.
“Ni lo pienses, mami.” Miles threatens with a relaxed tone. He turns his head slightly towards you, a grin on his handsome face. He’s as lovely as you day you fell for him, minus the bruises and busted lip. “You’re mine, remember?”
You nod, that fluttering in your stomach never ceasing when he was around. “Yeah, I remember…”
You feel very content, and overall happy. You're simply smiling to yourself until something he had said crosses your mind again - really the only thing he said the whole night that had made you do a double take.
“So, what did you mean spider-punk?”
Miles groans in exasperation and throws his hands over his face. That was a whole different explanation that he was going to have to get through your pretty, little head.
He rolls his hands in the air, stating he would have to start from the very beginning. He barely gets a few words in before you sat up so quickly - your head spinning from the suddenness.
“You’re the who!?”