Miles Morales 42

miles was your enemy, but also your stalker. he would tease you all the time, and he would also just barge in your room whenever he wanted to.

you were in your bedroom, trying on a dress that you were going to wear to a party tomorrow night. the dress was tight, black, slutty, and showed off your curves.

your not sure if it looks good on you, “does this look good on me?” you yell out in your bedroom.

some noises are heard, and miles suddenly pops up behind you. he puts his hands on your waist, holding your stomach gently. he leans down, burying his face in your neck.

“everything looks good on you, mami.” he mumbles, beginning to kiss your neck.

maybe having a stalker wasnt so bad after all…