GREEN LIGHT!┊synopsis: you finally get your hands on your roommate, well your mouth
aged up miles x fem!reader
Genre: filthy filthy porn with a plot
Notes: this is for aged up miles morales btw so ahead in the timeline
Warnings: blowjob, praise, oral fixation, pet names (princess, good girl, sweetheart).
miles and you are in the car driving back home from a party. you lived together, roommates, strictly platonic.
He was tired and could barely keep keep his eyes open. he stands at the traffic light waiting for it to turn green. he leans on the palm of his hand closing his eyes waiting for the light to turn green. you were slightly drunk but not too much. you look over to miles looking at his lap. you think for a few seconds then look at the traffic light.
you move your head towards his lap, miles not noticing yet. you lay your head on his lap. miles doesn’t seem to care since he thought you just wanted to rest your head but what he didn’t expect is that you would open his zipper.
you thought for a second since he was also your best friend but you thought ‘fuck it’. you massage his dick through his pants. his eyes fly open and he looks at you.
“what are you doing..” he asks.
miles takes a deep breath, trying to regain his composure "I... I think we should talk about this," he says, his voice shaking slightly.
miles leans back in his seat, taking a deep breath "I mean, I've always thought you were cute, but I didn't think you felt the same way," he admits, looking over at you.
miles smirks softly, seeing how needy you are for him, your legs squirming together. his heart racing as he looks at you. He leans in closer, his hand finding its way onto your thigh
miles groans, his hands running up and down your body as he pulls you closer "fuck, y'don't know how long ive wanted to do this for sweetheart", he whispers in your ear, his lips brushing against your neck.
miles's hands slip under your shirt, their touch sending shivers down your spine. "tell me what you want, baby," he breathes against your skin, his fingers tracing patterns on your stomach.
you lean in, your lips meeting his in a heated kiss. as you feel his tongue fight for dominance against yours, you can feel him growing harder against your leg. "I want you," you moan against his lips. "I want all of you."
"Oh fuck..." He pulls back slightly, undoing his belt and pants with shaking hands. "Get on your knees, baby." He can't believe he's saying these things, but he's too far gone now.
Take me in your mouth." His cock springs free, pulsing with need. You hesitate for a moment before taking him into your mouth, exploring the length of his shaft with your tongue.
Miles's hands run through your hair, his back arching slightly. "Oh fuck yes...", he moans, biting his lower lip. His cock throbs against your tongue, demanding more attention as he leans against the wall for support.
You take him deeper into your mouth, sucking gently on the head while your hand strokes the shaft in time with your bobbing actions. "Fuck yes, baby...", he pants, his hips starting to move in rhythm with your mouth.
Suck it," he growls, his hips bucking forward as he pushes deeper into your mouth. You feel his precum dripping onto your tongue, making you want more of him.
Miles's grip in your hair tightens slightly, his hips jerking forward involuntarily. "Fuck... I'm close," he warns, his voice strained. "Don't stop now."
Miles's breath catches in his throat as he feels the tension building within him. His hips buck against your mouth, his cock throbbing in anticipation. "Shit... don't stop... good girl..."
You keep going, taking him deeper into your mouth. The taste of him fills you up, making you even more eager for more of him. His precum is starting to flow freely now, coating your tongue and making it slick against his skin.
Miles's breathing is ragged now, his body trembling under the onslaught of pleasure. "Fuck... I'm gonna cum princess...," he warns, his voice hoarse from need.
Suck it, baby," He groans, his hips jerking forward as he empties himself into your mouth. His hot seed fills you up, causing you to gag a little bit as he milks your mouth dry.
Feeling the imminent release, you swirl your tongue around the head of his cock, milking him of every last drop. His entire body tenses, a shudder running through him as he comes down from the brink. "Fuck...,"
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can you give me some suggestions for alternatives to “Y/N blushed”? It honestly didn’t occur to me in my past fics that saying that wasn’t inclusive and I want to fix it.
thank you :)
Personally I think say that reader blushed without including the color— eg. “blushed a bright pink” “their face turned a deep red” — is fine (sorry if I stated otherwise 😭)
Cause POC people still blush. Our faces still heat up. Whether it’s visible or not? That’s the question.
But if you still want alt ways here are some I’ve seen in fics.
“Their face felt hot”
“Their cheeks burned”
“Their cheeks heated”
“Their face warms”
“Their face flushed” (some people might be iffy on this one, personally I don’t have a problem)
I find any descriptors that don’t use color are neutral so it can work for everyone cause obviously some people can’t turn bright red :)
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Being the son of one of Charlie's Angels and running into Peter Parker on a case.
You were the first Angel hired by the Townsend agency that was male. Not only were you the first male Angel hired to work in a detective agency that usually only hired women, but your mom was a former Angel and she and your Aunts would tell you all sorts of stories about their adventures when you were a kid.
You worked hard, and studied hard, with the hopes of becoming a great Angel just like your mom. It seemed impossible to compete with so many strong and intelligent women, but apparently Charlie saw something inside you before he died. His successor, Kelly Garrett, personally hired you under the disguise of being Charlie.
There were many cases that you worked. Sometimes with other Angels. And sometimes you worked by yourself. You liked working by yourself. It gave you a sense of peace. Perhaps it was easier for you to work solo, instead of a group like other Angels did.
Your biggest case came from Nick Fury, director of S.H.I.E.L.D.
It was crazy to imagine that Nick Fury wanted you to work on this case. Of course you knew about the Avengers. Spiderman. The Winter Soldier. The Eternals. They protected the world from otherworldly threats. You protected the world from threats closer to home, but still dangerous nonetheless.
Your mission was to find some missing tech that belonged to S.H.I.E.L.D. You tracked the tech through intel and asked around in different disguises and cover stories. That's what led you to an abandoned warehouse where a bunch of mean looking thugs were looking to sell this expensive tech on the Black market to the highest bidder.
You got in and waited for the perfect moment to swoop in and steal back the stolen tech, but apparently you weren't alone on this case because Spiderman swung into the building and was surprised to see you.
"What are you doing here?" Spiderman asked.
"Me? What are you doing here? This is my case. And you're ruining it." You responded.
Before Spiderman could retaliate, your noises of surprise caught the attention of the bad guys as they started to shoot at you both as you and Spiderman sprang into action and defended yourselves.
After it was all said and done, you looked at Spiderman. "Not bad. For a kid." You teased.
"Hey, I'm not a kid. I'm a mature adult." Spiderman's voice got high in protest.
You chuckled. "Sure. I'd love to stay and chit chat, but I've got to get this back to Fury."
"I understand. I've got to get home and finish my Lego set–I mean–lift some weights." Spiderman said.
"Surrrre." You laughed. "See you around, Peter Parker." You winked and left.
"Wait! How did you know that?!"
Y/N laughed at the cute superhero.
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