Nyny🥷🏾

until we dock

miles x blackfem reader | cruise au

cw:2.4k

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a/n: dare i say i've lowkey been on the grind | genuinely screamed and had to step away multiple times while writing this.

resource tags // @honeyluvsw @cafekitsune

what could this boy possibly want at 8:30 pm? couldn't this wait until tomorrow?

you slowly crept out of your room in the suite and checked up on your parents in the master bedroom, they were out cold, per usual.

your calves stretch as you squint into the peephole, small kitchen knife in hand making sure it was really him because you've watched too much true crime when you were younger and didn't want to take any chances.

and yep. there he was, leaning against the hallway with his hands in his pockets , his eyes flickering towards the door making eye contact with you each time unknowingly.

you chuckle to yourself internally. this boy had a lot of nerve.

you slowly open the door careful to not let it creak and wake your parents "what do you want?" you said ,sotto voce.

"hi." he smiled stupidly "why do you have that?" he snickered grabbing your wrist pulling you fully out of the room gently, closing the door behind you with a soft click.

" had to make sure you weren't like a mob boss or something." you shrugged.

"okay seriously, what do you want?" you said tugging your hand away

" i cant just want to come see you?" he frowned, now in your bubble.

"not at 8pm you cant."

"you still answered." he smiled softly so big and stupid his eyes wrinkled at the corners. "cmon, i wanted to show you something." he ribbed.

before you could decline his hand slotted into yours, gently but persistently guiding you with him. "show me what?" you groaned your legs already following with his to wherever he was taking you.

he guided you down the hall to the elevators since you were on the 4th floor. even then, his hand still stuck to yours. he hummed a song softly tapping his knuckle to a circular button completely disregarding the question you just asked. not because it was some grand surprise , but because he genuinely didn't have an answer himself. he didn't have a gameplan properly thought through past getting you to come out of your room.

"miles???" you asked again

he smirked to himself, obviously hearing you his thumb grazing the back of your palm in repetitive swipes.

you were not a fan of silent treatment. " i know you hear me!" your voice raised as you slapped the back of his head making him loll forward.

"ah- what the hell!" he yelped with a voice crack his hand immediately going to the back of his neck to ease the soft sting.

"why are you ignoring me??' you ask, not even realizing he's been holding your hand for the past 5 minutes.

the elevator came to a stop with a soft ding and he pulled you closer, very close his chest millimeters from yours , his eyes softened and flickered over your face. "were here." he whispered before guiding you again along the atrium , the neon lights illuminated the ship in the prettiest colors.

you gave up trying to get an answer from him, you're convinced he's literally an idiot or an axe murderer and that it was finally your time.

a few minutes into walking the path started to get familiar until, the pool came into view. "miles."

"hm?' he said peeking back at you, almost knowing what you were gonna say.

"what is this." you said flatly. kinda annoyed now.

"bonding time?" he said , not sure if he was trying to convince you or himself. finally, his suspiciously clammy hand released from yours as he pulled his shirt off swiftly in routine, he took a deep breath rowing his shoulders back his trap and lat muscles flexing and softening with his movements before diving into the pool and swimming a bit farther into the deep end like he needed to clear his head, strokes sharp and long like a fishing spear.

you couldn't even be mad anymore, you were already here and you forgot your room key thinking it would be a quick meeting that wouldn't extend past your suite door, so you'd be here awhile.

unfortunately, you weren't a guy so you couldn't just rip your shirt off and dive into the pool, actually you were greatly unprepared. because you were under the impression that this meeting wouldn't extend past your suite door you were now at the pool in an oversized t-shirt that drooped off your shoulder, and a pair of shorts that you grew out well over 3 years ago and they were now exclusively pajamas, never to be seen in public, but unfortunately , to the public it is today.

you decided to make yourself comfortable and just sat at the ledge of the pool dipping your feet in the lukewarm water. i guess it was nice at night.

miles seemed to disappear for a while the only trace of him were the small bubbles revealing his path, for a minute you even forgot he was the one that dragged you here.

gracefully, he emerged from the water with a soft exhale. he swam to you his arms folding at the ledge as he rested his cheek on them, staring up at you fondly. "you have swimming lessons." he murmured softly.

you looked down to meet his big hazel eyes. "this couldn't wait until tomorrow?"

he sighed and let his eyes flicker over you. " there's nobody here, no distractions. pools always crowded. this was the best time."

"hm really?' you quipped jocularly

"mmmm-hmm." he said slowly moving in front of you, his hands moving to cup both of your thighs and prop his chin on one of your knees, puppy eyes slowly activating. " i told you i would, remember?"

"you didn't even tell me, i don't even have the proper clothes."

he gave you a sly once over and shrugged "i don't either. cmon, its just me." his hand affectionately rubbed along the inside of your thigh that he was holding and resting his chin against.

"so? i cant just go back to my room soaking wet."

"towels." he solved speedily.

"my god." you sighed softly.

"cmon." he coaxed both of his wet hands reaching to span your waist, he pauses and looks up at you as a silent question.

"fine."

his hands confidently lowered you into the pool as of your were light as a feather, in his case to him you were. like lukewarm water coated your body in a shock making you gasp softly.

"its not that bad" he cooed teasingly, still his hands remainng on your waist not keeping you too far from him.

"how are you supposed to teach me how to swim and i cant get my hair wet?. you know this." you complained.

"ah-shit. right." his smirk dropped softly.

"you don't trust me? i just held you on my shoulders for like hours today." he said with a sassy eye roll

the water settled around both of you in gentle ripples, the only sounds being the distant hum of the ship and the occasional crash of waves below the deck

these so called" swimming lessons" were long gone as miles floated backwards for a second one arm lazily keeping himself above water as he looked p at the sky.

"y'know." he started" this was a shitty plan."

you laughed "you think?"

"a little late, yeah."

"a little?"

"okay, very late."

you shook your head the ripple of each other's movements echoed close to your ears. " you dragged me out of my room with no explanation."

"i had an explanation." he defended.

"what was it?"

he opened his mouth.

closed it.

opened it again.

"..."

"exactly."

"okay, maybe i didn't have a fully developed plan, but the thought was there."

you stared at him. "so you disrupted my night merely for a concept?"

"yeah."

you laughed again, the sound echoed off the water.

miles smiled immediately.

not because of the joke. but because he was realizing he liked being the reason you laughed. more than winning any petty uno game tournament or intense game of chicken.

a dangerous realization, honestly.

he drifted a little closer without really thinking about it. "you know what my actual reason was?"

you raised an eyebrow "what?"

he shrugged. "i just kinda wanted to hang out with you." simple, honest.

the kind of sentence that held more weight than it should.

you expression softened, "we've been hanging out all the time."

"not really."

"we don't?"

He started counting on finger's, again.

"naomi steals you.." he started.

you roll your eyes "oh my god."

"mateoooo" he said slightly louder and dramatic, mateo seems to bother him a lot more. " hes been stealing you."

you laughed " so dramatic."

"im serious." his eyebrows knitted together as his eyes met yours. "i wanted one moment that was mine." he confessed "ours."

the teasing disappeared from his face, water moved gently between you.

somewhere overhead, music drifted faintly from another deck.

you weren't sure who moved first , maybe neither of you did, maybe the space between you and him just got smaller somehow

soon enough now that you could see the tiny freckles the sun pulled out across his nose and cheeks. close enough to notice the way his expression changed from teasing to uncertain.

like he was suddenly realizing exactly how close the two of you were standing,

his voice quiet and careful this time.

"can i?"

your stomach flipped.

you nodded once.

the kiss was brief, soft, tentative in the way first kisses usually are

less confidence and fireworks.

more curiosity

more, oh

so this is what this feels like.

you could feel his breath against your lips before he did it gain , firmer, more confident this time. this time he didn't let you pull away, his hand cupping the back of your neck so gently like you were made out of porcelain. your chest pounded against his, so loud and hard you were convinced he could feel it and hear it.

a nervous giggle fell from your lips, a sound that he wasn't familiar with yet, but he definitely liked being the cause of it. he smiled softly against your lips his hand reaching down to hoist you up by your thighs, his hands remaining in respectful places.

he looked up at you briefly like you were the enetr of his world before leaning into kiss again, "mmm" he hummed in delight kissing you deeper.

it wasn't long before you got lost in it too looping your arms around his neck to brace yourself.

it's been at least a minute of him kissing you over and over one less clumsy than the last and you desperately needed air,you reluctantly pulled away with soft pants that matched his.

"wow." he panted.

you laughed softly "wow?"

he licked his lips while staring intensely at yours, already not getting enough of the taste of your lips. "i genuinely didn't think i would get this far."

his grin returned instantly

big, stupid. and dangerously charmings

this was definitely going to complicate the rest of the cruise.

the realization hit him first.

you were absolutely soaked.

your shirt and shorts clung to your figure and weighed twice as much as they had about an hour ago.

miles stared, you stared back.

"..."

"..."

"oh."

"yeah,oh" you deadpanned.

"right."

"great observation skills."

he winced.

"okay in my defense, i was focused on other things."

"oncerning statement."

"not like that!"

you laughed.

"see? you laugh and then i forget what i'm doing."

you snorted.

he let out a boyish giggle alongside you as he pushed himself out of the pool.

"stay there."

"thats never reassuring."

"stay."

"whatever."

you watched him disappear around the corner barefoot and dripping water across the deck.

he returned approximately two minutes later carrying enough towels to survive a flood.

"miles-"

"..."

"where did you get all those?"

"..."

"miles."

"...the towel fairy."

"you stole those."

"i borrowed."

he held one open dramatically. "c'mere"

you rolled your eyes but stepped closer anyways. the towel wrapped around your shoulders instantly.

warm,soft.

he used with it for another second before stepping back to inspect his work.

perfect.

"a burrito."

you looked down

you did, admittedly, resemble a blanket cocoon.

"thank you."

he shrugged.

"i'm a gentleman."

"you stole cruise property."

"a gentleman adapts to his environment."

another laugh, another stupid grein from him because apparently he collected your laugh like trophies now.

the two of you settled into neighboring lounge chairs.

the pool lights reflected off the water in dancing blues and greens.

for a while neither of you said anything.

it wasn't awkward. just quiet. comfortable.

miles pulled out a huge slushy, what seemed out of nowhere.

"miles literally what the hell." you laughed out.

he held up his cup proudly "blue rasberry"

he offered you the cup, he didn't have to tell you twice , or at all before you took a sip. monents later he took an obnoxiously dramatic sip while maintaining direct eye contact the entire time

you stared at him , you stared back.

"what?"

"you did that on pourpse."

he grinned harder against the straw.

by the time he walked you back to your room the ship had gone quiet.

11:03 glowed from the corner of your phone screen.

"wow."

"wow what?"

"you kidnapped me for three hours."

four technically.

"felt like 5 minutes." he grinned.

you stopped outside your door, for a second neither of you moved.

the hallwas felt quieter than the rest of the ship somehow.

"thanks," you said finally.

he tilted his head.

"for what?"

"the towels. slushie, kidnapping."

"anytime."

you laughed softly

his miles softened with it.

"see you tomorrow?"

like there was ever another answer

"yeah."

"cool."

neither of you moved , again.

"you're still standing there."

"so are you."

then he leaned forward just enough to press a quick kiss to your forehead.

gentle, a little longer than usual. like he wanted to savor it.

gone, almost immediately

"goodnight,roomie."

you blinked.

"roomie?"

he pointed down the hallway. "same ship."

you laughed.

"goodnight, weirdo."

his grin returned instantly. big.

y’all are so damn talented and authentic. and your ideas are as what caseoh says:

“absolute cinema.”

MILES who somehow managed to pick you up with that corny little shoulder touch his Uncle Aaron taught him. Not because it actually worked and left you smitten and head over heels for him—but because in that moment, the dorky boy who stood in front of you had made you laugh so hard you’d nearly peed yourself. There was no way that with a sense of humor like his, he wasn’t getting your number.

MILES who has never missed a good morning or a goodnight text. While often they may not always be at the most ideal times, it’s the fact that he remembered that means the most to you. Even if he’s running late to school, shoes untied, and shirt buttoned unevenly as he bundles out the door of his dorm, he insists he can text and run to class at the same time. And at night, even if his eyelids feel as if they weigh a ton the minute his back finally hits his mattress after webbing the villain of the week to a light pole for the cops, he refuses to fall asleep without telling you he loves you first— though the message may include a few sleepy typos. “Goodnihgt aby i lov youuu” “shitno i meant baby not aby”

MILES who hand draws a card for you when the monthly anniversary of your relationship rolls by. Each one of them is different and creative in their own way and you’re always excited to see what it’ll look like this time. He’ll swiftly swing by your fire escape on his way to patrol, drop a box of chocolates, your favorite candy, or a bouquet of flowers on the steel metal along with the card, then switch arms and thwip another web to the next building in the same breath.

MILES who loves to draw you, especially when the two of you haven’t been able to hang out in a while, just so he can reminisce and pretend like you’re there, in his room with him. His sketchbook is filled with pictures of you, hearts usually adorning whatever space is left blank on the paper. He sees you in such a different light than you view yourself in, and he’s able to capture certain aspects of your features that you hadn’t even noticed before. He was so embarrassed the first time you saw his sketchbook laid open on his bed and tried to hide them from you, nervous he’d make you uncomfortable in any way. But you were nothing short of flattered, and reassured him of such by smattering kisses onto the expanse his flushed face and telling him how much of a sweetheart he was.

MILES who falls asleep in the span of two seconds. Usually when you can’t come over, you settle for long facetime calls so you can tell each other about your days, or watch a movie together. But he’s just so comfortable around you, and your voice is so calming, like a lullaby, so much so that he can’t help it when he falls asleep halfway into your rundown of events. After five minutes of silence, which is unheard of for a kid like Miles who is always filled with endless quips and jokes, you’ll scoop your phone off your bed only to see his ivory-colored ceiling instead of his face.

“Milesss!” You whine, the sudden sound of shuffling from the other end of the line erupting through your speakers as he frantically scoops his phone back up from his pillow, his sleepy face shifting back into view.

“Huh?” He mumbles, clearing his throat as he blinks the sleep from his eyes.

“You fell asleep in the middle of my story again.” You accuse.

“Nuh uh! I’ve been awake this whole time. I’m just a really, really good listener, m-hm. I am a wonderful and completely-awake, professional listener.” He nods, gifting you his signature goofy smile that‘s always a reminder that you can never be mad at him for long.

MILES who loves taking you to the new places he’s able to go around the city now that he’s Spiderman.

When you found out your boyfriend was Spiderman, you were in such disbelief that you immediately asked for proof, for him to show you anything that proved he was spiderman other than a suit and a mask. And proof you got, if the powerful gusts of wind in your face as he swung the two of you with web after web over the skyline of the city were anything to go by.

You were terrified the first time, legs glued around his waist and arms clamped so tightly around his neck that there was no way you’d fall. He would never in a million years let you slip from his grasp anyways, but if you did, you were damn sure taking him with you. He kept one arm around your waist for support and laughed at how you hollered almost the entire way to the clock tower, and whether they were screams of excitement or terror, he didn’t know.

It was beyond exhilarating, seeing the city from above with him, standing on the roofs of buildings you never imagined you’d reach. It had your heart pumping faster than you thought it ever could and your trust in him solidifying even further, and soon you found yourself asking him take you again, and again. And Miles would take you anywhere you wanted to go; open to doing anything just to see a smile on your face and to have you holding onto him like that again.

- please do not plagiarize, copy, or repost my works to any other platforms

miles morales x reader

cw: earth 1610 miles, written with a black! reader in mind, first time writing a drabble if this is what you can call that, feedback is always helpful and welcome!!! May be my first and only time writing something 😭🩵

an: I got this idea from me having to wash and blow dry my hair today. my hands and arms are still recovering.

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“And you know my love is real, boy, I can” you sang along with Mary J. Blige while parting your hair into sections so that you could blow dry it.

Today was washday which meant that your arms were getting the workout they needed and that your neck would be sore from all the weird positions you would move it to blow dry your hair efficiently.

While you were trying to sing the chorus and adlibs you saw your phone vibrate on the counter.

Miles 🧸❤️: Is now a good time to come over to your place???

Miles 🧸❤️: I can’t keep drawing you in my notebook over and over again :(

You smiled and texted him back when you read the message. Ever since you found all the drawings of you in Miles notebook, you constantly teased him about it.

You: If you don’t mind watching me blow dry my hair and sing off key then sure ☺️🩷

As soon as Miles got the text, He swung a little bit harder and faster to your house. Ever since he had known you, you always had your hair in some hairstyle other than naturally out. Whether that be in braids, locs, sew-ins, wigs, etc. He loved all your different hairstyles but he had always been curious to what your hair in its natural form looked like. It would also give him new photos to draw of you in his notebook. A win-win for him really.

He knocked on the door to your house and a few seconds later he was greeted by you. As soon as the door opened he saw your face and then looked up. To be honest with himself, he was gaping and staring at you for like 5 seconds straight before you put an end to it.

You were attempting to explain that your parents were at work so you guys had the house all to yourselves but when he wasn’t replying back you decided to actually look at him and saw him with his mouth open.

A few more seconds passed before you asked, “Are you gonna keep staring or do you wanna come in?” You giggled. You didn’t know what was going through the brain of his. He always stared at you when he was drawing or trying to remember something but you didn’t know what he was looking at this time because you were kind of tired from all the heat from the blow dryer.

“Yeah, no, you’re right!” Miles shyly nodded while walking in. When you shut the door behind him you then realized what he was staring at.

Scrunching your eyebrows you asked, “Were you looking like a fish out of water because of what my hair looks like?” You weren’t that nervous of Miles seeing your hair because if he really liked you, which he always told you he did, then something as little as hair wouldn’t be a problem.

“Yeah, sorry about that. I didn’t mean to come off as judging or anything” Miles said while scratching the back of his neck and shaking his head. “I just have never seen your natural hair and it looks really pretty” He added with a sheepish smile while looking down.

You giggled again at how shy he was being. “Thank you Miles, that’s really sweet of you” You stated while walking over and giving him a kiss on his cheek.

“And I have never ever looked like a fish out of water” He said after remembering what you said and getting over his shyness.