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im begging for a fic with ellie about tribbing i don't even care about the plot at this point i just an ellie fic with scissoring

━ 𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐀, 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 ?

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) - Ellie Williams x Fem!Reader

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - Cursing, ex gf!ellie, angst here and there, SMUT, tribbing, kissing/make out session, lowkey toxic behavior, mentions and situations with alcohol, both ellie and reader are tipsy, party environment in the first 1/2, top!ellie, bottom!reader

𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 ? - Yeah/Nope

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - ehhehehehehe i love olivia rodrigo so i had to bruh REQUESTS ARE OPEN NOW!

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Music bumped in the room on the other side of the wall that supported the upper cabinet that held your head. The smell of sweat, alcohol and cigarettes filled up the small kitchen to the brim while a few people laughed and chugged the concoction in the punch bowl that sat on the corner countertop.

Other than the patrons drinking themselves into a very horrible morning that was soon to come, there was a couple making out against the fridge. Bothering anyone that wanted to drink something other than what the party host called, 'the ultimate punch to the gut' that the college boys were frothing over.

You decided on something else that you'd scavenged from the liquor cabinet that had been broken into earlier in the night. The liquid a pink color, bubbling from the continued sloshing in your red solo cup that was lazily hanging from your hand.

Your head felt dizzy at all the uproar in the room, the only thing keeping your two feet flat on the ground was the girl in front of you. Chasing your gaze with her head that way with each direction you looked, her eyes weren't far behind to follow.

"I told you I'm done, Ellie. I'm sick of your shit." You slurred slightly, having swayed your hips on far too many people and had too many drinks to care about how you currently sounded.

Or looked for that matter, lipstick smudged across your lips and even had made its way off your mouth. Eye makeup mirroring the appearance of the lower half of your face and all the while your dress was halfway up your thighs from her prying and your continuous attempts to stop yourself from making a decision you'd regret.

"You're a fakeass bitch, y'know that?" You pointed at her, the manicure that she had in fact paid for practically mocking her as she grabbed your hand and pushed it down, holding it in her own.

"Don't be like that, babe." You rolled your eyes at just the sound of her voice, suddenly hearing it and comparing it to the biggest annoyance in the world. "You were like that first, or did you already discard the lap warmer you were entertaining when I walked in?"

Right, the bottle blonde with the bad roots.

"Y/n..." She dragged out your name with that excruciating tone that made you feel like you'd done something bad. "Answer me Ellie."

She opened and closed her mouth for a second, not meeting your eyes before shrugging her shoulders. The black fabric of her long sleeve button up going with, pissing you off even more as the realization set in that she'd worn your favorite of her nice shirts and even undone the top few buttons you always undid for her.

"She's one of Abby's friends, fuck Y/n, I don't even know her name I promise." You scoffed, leaning your head back on the cupboard, looking over at the drunk guys challenging each other to drink a full cup of the punch once again.

"You piss me off." You rubbed your eyes, not caring of the slight burn that your lashes caused on your irises. "I know. C'mon, I said sorry." She said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"You sent me fifty-eight text messages, I don't remember there being a 'sorry' in there though." "Babe-" Ellie stopped when she realized you were in fact not paying any attention to her now, looking out the kitchen window, but it was too dark to actually see anything past the glass.

"C'mon... let's just go home, I'll give you the best apology fucking ever." The alcohol really boosted her confidence as she said this, Ellie moving to kiss up your neck as you thought, her thumb coming to wipe the smeared lipstick away.

"I promise, babe." You wanted to fall against her and give in, just how you wanted when you seen her earlier eye-fucking you from across the room. Fucking hell you were such a gullible mess.

"Ellie..." "Can't tell me you don't miss my fingers..." "Shh!"

You tried covering her mouth but it was no use as she just laughed, looking down at your pretty eyes while you tried to shut her up.

"I don't, mine work just fine, actually." Such fakeness followed those syllables, even you cringed slightly on the inside as you spoke them.

"Huh, so you're lying to me now too?"

"No..." Yes.

"You're a bad liar." She then whispered, impossible to hear her if you had not been so close to her mouth. "You're a dickhead." You then replied, giving her a smile while pulling back.

That was nothing to her, leaning forward despite your unwillingness just earlier, but something about the way you met her lips wondered if you changed your mind.

She tasted like the shitty alcohol mix those dudes were chugging along with soaked in Chapstick and the two combined creating a rush of memories that came trickling back. Those pictures soon invading your mind all the same, fingers wrapping around her belt loops before you got a chance to stop them.

And in the haze of the smoky kitchen you broke your promise to each of your friends promising you wouldn't go back. Tugging her closer and allowing her to rest her hands beneath your ass, holding the backs of your thighs to get impossibly closer.

She was your everything and nothing, the mess stuck between your floorboards that you could never fully get rid of. Ellie knew she wasn't going anywhere, she couldn't and wouldn't be replaced and it was comforting, smirking as she began pushing herself against you and hitting your hips against the counter.

"M'not-" A kiss. "-gonna fuck you-" Another kiss. "-here." You finished, her tongue invading your mouth as soon as the final breath passed your lips. "Why not?" "Seriously?" Ellie rested her forehead against your own, huffing like a child until you tapped her phone that was in her back pocket.

"You can start your apology by buying the ride home, 'kay?"

God, the things she did to see you as you were now, laid back on the bed with your dress pulled up and your head resting against her pillows. Thighs spread all for her while you stared up and watched her unbuckle her belt and unzip her jeans. Wanting nothing more than to have her between your thighs

You just looked so gorgeous in the lamplight, the yellow glow kissing your skin and she moved to kiss it as well. Wanting just as much as the inanimate object had gotten in the past few moments.

"M'gonna be so mad at myself in the morning." You grumbled playfully, Ellie watching you grin at your own prediction, returning the smile while throwing her shirt away and exposing her torso for you to run your eyes over. "But I don't even care." You concluded.

Your nail ran along the light bulge her muscles created on her arms, eyes fluttering shut while her lips made their home on your neck. Jaw becoming her favorite place to hover, smirking against your flesh when you giggled that it had tickled. Looking at the way her boxers met her lower back, little dimples just barely shadowed.

"Ellie?" She pulled back to look at you, cradling your face in her hands.

"Yeah?"

"Unzip me, I wanna feel you."

She didn't have to be told twice, helping you from your dress before tossing it to find the next morning. Your undergarments going with, swept away like they were stolen by the ocean. Your body running against hers as if you were the waves and she were the rocks, though less jagged then you'd like to admit out loud.

Her curves were softer than you remembered despite feeling them just days ago, along with her freckled skin.

"I want you." She whispered, mouth brushing against the shell of your ear.

Your friends were so gonna put you in time out.

Her boxers fell down her legs and yours wrapped around her hips, waiting for the agonizing thumping of your arousal to be put at ease. The discomfort growing while her fingers ran along your nipple, warm breath fanning your face as you both watched her hand run along your boob.

It was like the air paused along with your movements, sucking in a gasp as she played with your breast. Hand trickling down between your legs just to barely tease you.

"You wanna feel me?" You nodded at her question, moving your head up and down again and again while she lined herself up with you. Fingers lightly, just barely, brushing against your little, yet swollen, clit.

"Need to hear you say it again, Y/n."

"I wanna feel you, Ellie."

And before you knew it she was humping herself against you, not even attempting to muffle your sounds which you'd given up caring about. Grabbing at her back and holding her as close to you as possible while her clit bumped and rubbed against your own.

It felt like fireworks, despite having done this just over a million times. Burying your face in her neck while she fucked into you over and over, promising her love silently while whispering things that would make a catholic mother weep.

"Missed you so much..." You turned your head, meeting her eyes as your lips did the same. "Me or this?" You asked, a choked whimper following when she became rougher at the sound of your falsely innocent question. Her hand trapping your leg on the bed as she spread you apart.

"Both, but mainly you." She played off, her other hand softly wrapping around your neck. "I would hope." You giggled, mouth dropping agape as her pace picked up. The whole bed rocking back and forth while simultaneous creaks that were sure to piss off her neighbors for the next however long she spent on top of you.

"Oh fuck, El... fuck please..." You squeezed and clawed at her, sure to leave red marks on her pale skin for her to be teased about when she went to the gym. Cunts grinding back and forth creating a heavenly feeling you just couldn't describe, choking out noise after noise.

"El... m'gonna- fuck I- fuck..." She kissed along the column of your throat, squeezing just the slightest. "I know." From your hole to your bundle of nerves, in your slightly inebriated state it felt like too much.

Sounds you weren't aware you could make falling from your mouth, and you were sure you heard her lightly grunt. Hips stuttering as you'd begun to jerk against her pussy, letting out a yelp while you trickled into your orgasm.

A mix of both you and her dripping down your ass, but it didn't stop you from trying to meet her thrusts. Crying a bit when she slammed you back down, kissing you and then down your chest.

"Leah's gonna be so pissed at me." You huffed, staring up at the ceiling as she peeled herself off of you and fell to the side. Giving you the option of moving to lay with her or finding your way the hell out of here.

"Who cares? Come ride me." She said, sitting up against her pillows that laid against her headboard. "Seriously?' You tilted your head up to glance at her, giving her your best unimpressed expression.

"What? Can't take it back anyway."

This was a bad idea, right?

"Will you eat me out after?" You asked, tilting your head and then rolling over to make your way up to her. "If you do a good job." She said, setting her hands on your hips.

Fuck it, it's fine.

a/n: YES I KNOW THAT SHE'S MY EX BUT CAN'T TWO PEOPLE RECONNECT I ONLY SEE HER AS A FRIEND! BIGGEST LIE I EVER SAID.

REQUESTS OPEN

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secr3tlover · 10 months

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i'm back!!

hey guysssss

sorry for disappearing. i finally got the arson cases dropped, yippie! the orphans are better off without that ratty building anyways... sooo you guys can def expect much more frequent updates from now on <33 tysm for your patience!!

/j (this is for you ariel)

#arson #whoopsies #can't help myself #a warning to my sister #its giving ao3 notes #don't actually expect frequent updates tho (sorry not sorry)#miles morales #miles morales x reader #miles morales x you

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secr3tlover · 10 months

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texts w miles

pairing: 1610!miles morales/fem!latina!reader

genre: social media??

a/n: i’m currently suffering from a terrible disease known as writer’s block so here’s smt random that i thought would be fun to do since i haven’t seen it too much on here :) n e wayz hope u enjoy! maybe i’ll do a part two if i think ppl r liking it?

#miles morales #miles morales x reader #miles morales x you #atsv miles #atsv fic #spider man: across the spider verse #social media fic #texting #1610 miles morales #earth 1610 miles morales #i love him sm hes my pookie #spiderman atsv #atsv memes

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secr3tlover · 10 months

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if only we could stay like this forever

pairing: 1610!miles morales/fem!latina!reader

genre: fluff, and a little suggestive

warnings: coarse language, making out

The anticipation was killing you. You were sitting on your bed, Brent Faiyaz playing in the background, waiting for Miles to come out of the bathroom. He had gone to change in the bathroom while you changed in the bedroom, very adamant about keeping his costume a surprise. He certainly didn’t offer any hints whatsoever, despite the fact the curiosity was killing you.

“¡Miles, apúrate!” You whined, eager to see what he had come up with. You had a thousand possibilities running through your mind at what he’d come out of the bathroom looking as, all more unlikely than the other.

“I’m going baby, calm down!” He sassed, probably annoyed by your incessant rushing of him. At last, the door to your en suite bathroom opened slowly. “Close your eyes!” He teased.

Rolling your eyes, you obliged, waiting for him not-so-patiently. You felt a presence in front of you, and wriggled in anticipation.

“Open your eyes.” He whispered.

Slowly you peered your eyes open, your boyfriend standing in front of you with a shit-eating grin. He was dressed in a Spider-Man suit. Not his Spider-Man suit, you realized, one from a costume store.

You raised one eyebrow, “Seriously?” A smile was creeping up your face but you suppressed it.

He burst out laughing, “Smart right? I didn’t use my real one ‘cause people might get suspicious you know, but still.”

“Oh my gosh, Miles que vago.” You clicked your tongue.

He looked at you up and down, the expression on his face changing from a smile to something different, something you couldn’t pin point. “Miles? You good bubba?” You questioned.

“Holy shit.” He choked. He was looking at your costume, you realized.

You were dressed as the joker, one of your favorite characters from the hundreds or so movies you’d watched. Your hair was painted green from a temporary dye you had found, and slicked back with some gel you stole from your dad. Along with that you had a white button up, the first couple buttons undone for fun, a purple blazer you’d ordered online, and some short black shorts. Your makeup was simple, some red lipstick that was smudged purposefully, and light purple eyeshadow.

“Do you like it?” You asked shyly.

“I- wow! You look- great. Te ves preciosa.” He praised. You smiled, and wrapped your arms around his neck. “You look good too, even if your costume is basic as fuck.” You teased. “You know there’s gonna be like a hundred million Spider-Man’s out there tonight, right?”

He puffed his chest. “Yeah, but I’m legit. They’re just posers.”

You rolled your eyes and grinned, pressing your forehead against his. He smirked, and went in for a kiss. His lips against yours were heavenly, making you forget about where you were, and everything around you. The kisses were light for a moment, before you tilted your head slightly backwards and his tongue teased your bottom lip, asking for permission. You obliged, allowing his tongue to graze yours, making your thoughts run wild.

The kisses turned more intense now, Miles taking control now and slowly walking you backwards towards the bed. Once you reached it, he pulled away from you just enough to turn you both around and sit down. He patted his lap and you understood what he wanted. Straddling him, you saw his mouth quirk.

“You good?” He asked.

“Yeah,” You panted. “Yeah.”

This time you kissed him, enjoying the change in position. You slipped your tongue into his mouth and he bit your lip in response, groaning. This continued for a while longer, his lips soft and plump against yours, the feeling bringing you euphoria.

After what felt like 3 seconds but was probably around 10 minutes, you pulled away to catch your breath. “Miles, we should-” You bit your lip. “We should probably...”

“Yeah,” He nodded. “Perdón mami, I got a little carried away.” He said while running his hands up and down your waist soothingly. The mere feeling was enough to make you want to forget about your plans and just stay there the entire night, doing this. But alas, Gwen, Pav, and Hobie were waiting, and you couldn’t leave them hanging.

“No te preocupes, I did too.” You smiled sheepishly. You slipped your hands through the base of his scalp, scratching lightly, a feeling you knew he loved.

He hummed, and his head dropped to your shoulder. You stayed like that for a good five minutes, ones that went by too quickly in your opinion. “Cmon Spider-Man, we have places to be. Plus you love Halloween, you wouldn’t wanna miss out.” You coaxed.

“I’d be willing to miss it for you.” He objected.

“Pfft. Jódete entonces, yo si me voy.” You huffed playfully, getting off his lap and pretend walking away. He was quick to follow and slip his hand into yours.

“Just kidding, just kidding. Let’s go steal candy from random people.” He joked.

“Hell yeah.” You grinned, putting your head against his shoulder, still holding his hand as you walked out to meet your friends.

#miles morales x reader #miles morales x you #miles morales #miles morales 1610 #miles morales fanfiction #across the spiderverse #spiderman atsv #atsv miles #earth 1610 miles morales #fluff #make out #halloween

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secr3tlover · 10 months

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bye i just realized the place i wrote abt in dancing with you where miles and the reader sneak off to is called the water tower😭 i spent HOURS searching the internet for the name of it and i just found it browsing through tumblr not even looking for it

#writer fails #miles morales x reader #i’m stupid #goodbye #cant wait to post the next fic with the correct name for that place

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secr3tlover · 10 months

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swollen

pairing: e!1610 or e!42 miles morales x black! reader

summary: you and miles can't get any sleep after cuddling together so you decide to share music and it turns into a makeout session.

warnings: making out, praising, spicy elements

disclaimer: this can be either or e!1610 or e!42 miles it fits them both also i'm not fluent in spanish i used google translate if i'm being honest (sorry if its incorrect) !

the night was loud. too loud. you laid in your boyfriend's arms as he entangled your legs like a knot and his head resting in your chest. he was breathing softly, but you couldn't sleep. the window was blowing the fresh air from the trees into his room, the pollen made you a bit stuffy.

" miles? miles, mi amor? " you whispered, you could feel his eyes fluttering open.

" sí? " his voice slightly rasped.

" did i wake you? i can't fall asleep. "

" no, no. I've been awake. maybe it's insomnia coming through for both of us. "

you groaned. alas, your nights of endless studying have caught up to you. you would say you lost at least 20 hours of sleep this week which miles has already scolded you for. like he's any better. he probably got less sleep than you.

miles had a trick up his sleeve however. usually on restless nights, he would listen to music and draw in his sketchbook until he collapsed in the wonders of his pillow. but, since you're here, he wanted to try something different. miles was a known multitasker, he could do anything at once. but this time, a different type of multitasking came to mind.

he smirked as he sat up and grabbed his headphones and his phone. then he flipped you over so you can straddle him.

" what song would you like to listen to, mami? "

" self love by metro? "

he lowly laughed as he sat up close to your face. he eyed your lips and how slightly cracked they were from all the times he had kissed you already today.

" good choice. " he whispered.

" miles... qué estás pensando? " you said, slowly playing with his hair.

" ... i think you already know what i'm planning, mami. "

the song had started and miles quickly attached his lips to yours. his lips tasted sweet, sweeter than normal. you could feel you were melting and he hadn't even gotten started with you yet.

a minute in, both of you were enveloped in raindrops down your soft flesh. you were lucky miles' parents weren't home or they would have heard both of you panting against each other. miles' tounge was soft and tasted like luxury, but at other times it tasted rough and addicting. two tastes you could get used to any time of the day. the noises were drowning out the music. you were making your own music now.

the song was near ending, 46 seconds you counted. miles was being ruthless with your mouth now--having you on your back as he towered over you with one of his hands under your shirt squeezing at your waist. your tounge had gotten tired, and you could tell so was his. he bit your lip softly if you got too loud saying his name, but deeply he wanted you to say it louder. you couldn't feel your lips at all.

" oh, what a lucky girl you are, mami. " he spoke between breaths.

the song would be over in 7 seconds, and counting. but don't get it twisted. you didn't want this to end at all. you loved this, you loved him, but you were getting exhausted from all of this. your body was hot, so was his. the room felt so small.

it came down to the last three seconds. that's when miles finally detached himself from your mouth. he sat lightly on your legs, panting and trying to catch his breath. you doing the same. he looked down at you and saw how plump and swollen your lips were he was proud of himself.

" you did well. " miles kissed your cheek " estoy orgulloso de ti, mi amado. "

your eyes felt heavy and he could visibly see that. he smiled sweetly.

" it looks like my idea worked, then. come on, we can listen to music the rest of the night as we cuddle. i'm sure we won't need the sheets. " he dragged you up towards him, restarting the song and putting it on loop.

you didn't get the chance to tell him you loved him before you dozed off, but by the way you snuggled up to him told him enough.

#omg this is so cute

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secr3tlover · 10 months

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Dancing with You

pairing: 1610!miles morales/fem!latina!reader

genre: fluff

word count: 1,058

warnings: nothing that i can think of tbh?

summary: reader and miles are in an established relationship, there’s a roof party happening at miles’ house and they sneak out to a more private area :)

fyi: i’m latina so all the spanish should be absolutely correct 👍 i didn’t translate but google translate is only a couple clicks away for any non-spanish-speaking readers

“Ay! Mierda.” You exclaimed as you accidentally tripped over your shoelaces, climbing up the stars to the roof of the Morales’ building. You had gone downstairs to get a drink, only to find out that they were out of Coca-Cola, so you figured you’d just settle for the punch they had back on the roof—although you had a sneaking suspicion Tia Marta had spiked it.

Tying your shoes quickly you burst open through the door, out onto the fresh air of the roof. You were glad to get out of the tight staircase, filled with cob webs and bad energy. Not that you were doing much during the party anyways. You were waiting for Miles, your boyfriend, who was running a little late due to being held up by his Spider-Man duties.

He had revealed his identity to you a couple months ago, your immediate reaction being shock but then settling. You were very understanding, and when he confided in you that he was nervous about how his parents would react, you encouraged him to tell them. They’d reacted similarly to you at first, shocked, then a bit angry at the deception, but accepting. Telling them was better for him anyways, they understood his tardiness at times and his responsibilities not only as a student but as the caretaker of the city.

You were brought back out of your reverie by a buzzing coming from your back pocket. Pulling your phone out as you were walking to the drinks table, you saw the incoming message.

Almosr therd, ser yiu soom

Shaking your head at your boyfriend, you replied back.

oye! no swinging while texting!

As the message finally sent through, you heard the door bursting open behind you. Turning around, you saw Miles still fidgeting with his shoe, hopping on one leg in your direction.

“Miles!” You beamed happily, smiling and rolling your eyes at his foolishness.

“Hey baby.” He piped as he finally caught up to you. He slipped his hands around your waist and lower back, giving you a chaste kiss before pulling away.

“Where are our parents?” He questioned, looking around for them while still keeping his hands on your waist.

“They’re over there, making conversation I guess. Do you wanna go say hi to them?” You replied, offering the option.

He looked down at you, “I probably should… or,” He leaned in close to your ear, his breath tickling you, “we could sneak away?”

“Sneak away? Miles acabas de llegar!” You chastised.

“Not that far! Just up there. Cmon…” He pointed up to to a little area covered by a bulky-looking roof, away from everyone, trying to convince you.

Well… you guys didn’t have to be gone for that long, just a little while. Plus, once everybody saw he was here you’d never get any alone time with him…

“Fine.” You sighed, shaking your head at how easily you caved. “Awesome! Dale cmon, let’s go.” He grabbed your hand, interlocking your fingers and pulling you through the crowd of people as quickly and discreetly as possible. As you were walking you saw him sneakily swipe a plate of croquetas and galletas de soda. Grinning and rolling your eyes, you continued to be pulled by him until you finally arrived to the little secluded area.

It was way quieter up here, although the low bustle of the party and the music could still be heard pretty clearly.

He set the plate of food down on the railing and leaned against it, pulling you into him. You placed your hands on his chest as he wrapped one hand around yours.

“You look pretty today, I mean-“ He stumbled over his words. “You look pretty everyday, but you look extra pretty today.” You smiled, your face getting red and leaned your head against his chest, your arms going to wrap around his middle.

“I missed you today.” You mumbled into his sweater. “Me too mi sol, me too.” He replied, sighing in content at having you in his arms, pressing a kiss onto your head. You stayed like that for a while, just enjoying each other’s presence.

Eventually you pried yourself from his arms, leaning against the railing next to him and munching on the food you brought. For a while you both talked about your day, making jokes about the people at the party, teasing each other, having an easy conversation.

“Wait why didn’t Ganke call dispatch again?” You reiterated in question.

“Something about not wanting to be my ‘guy in the chair’ because the old Spider-Man’s ‘guy in the chair’ turned into a lizard… I told him I wouldn’t let that happen but he just said Peter Parker said the same.” He said, frowning, obviously still a little salty about the situation.

You snorted, “Poor baby,” Going up to him to pinch his cheeks, you shot him a sympathetic smile “It’s okay, you don’t need a guy in the chair anyways. You’ve got me, and your parents.” He grabbed one of your hands, placing a light kiss on it. “Yeah, I guess I do.”

He leaned forward and placed his forehead against yours, opening his mouth to say something before, “Oh my gosh! Miles! I love this song!” You shouted in joy as ‘Ven Devorame Otra Vez’ flooded your ears.

You grabbed his hand and pulled him to the center of the area, “Dance with me! Please…” You pleaded.

“Okay, okay!” He chuckled, letting you pull him. He placed one hand on your waist and held your other next to your shoulders, in the typical couple position for salsa. You guys started dancing to the simple salsa steps, him performing them with ease now as you had taught him not long ago, that whole day spent in your room with salsa music blasting, you both laughing and correcting his missteps.

As the song got more lively you started doing more intricate but fun turns and spins, laughing and dancing to the beat of the music. You continued dancing, him missing a couple steps every now and then but you just shaking your head at him.

“I think your salsa teacher wasn’t very good…” You joked, as he missed another step by accident.

As the end of the song approached, you did one last spin, him ending it with a dip, surprising you. “Nah, fue perfecta.”

#miles morales x reader #miles morales #fluff #salsa #dancing #revealed spiderman to parents #healthy relationship #cute #Spotify

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