#mileslunaxreader

“Y/N, what the fuck?” He growls, he grabs you by your waist and pulls you inside. “You’re mine and only mine,” He whispers in your ear gently, knowing very well that was one way to get you started. Miles runs his hands over your curves, proceeding lower and lower to your thighs. He grasps your thigh firmly. “And I’m going to make sure you know, you’re mine.”

Miles picks you, breaking his facade temporarily, carrying you to the bedroom.He throws you on the bed and begins to crawl towards you until your looking into his iridescent eyes.  “Now, you are not to say a word okay? This is going to be your punishment,” You nod slowly, gnawing your lip.

You felt him tilt your chin with one hand as he places soft kisses trailing down from your ear. At your collarbones, he’d bite here and there to get a moan out of you. A smile grows on Miles’s face at your response, clearly pleased. His other hand, meanwhile, was trailing down your pants and tugging at your underwear.

“Damn, I forget how easily you get wet.” He chuckles, moving himself down to your bottom half where he quickly removes your pants leaving you with just his underwear and a smirk plastered on his otherwise serious face. 

“You want to touch yourself, don’t you?”

You nod, fuck he knew how to get you. Your hands instinctively travel down, Miles slaps them away.

“No, you’re not allowed to. It’s my job,” His hand had a firm grip on your wrist, leaving red groves. You nod again. 

“Now, how do we do this? Do we go all the way or -” He pauses for a moment “Nah, you know what? You’re already wet enough, even before I got to you. I know exactly what I’m going to do to my precious Y/N,” 

Miles massages your thighs softly, even just his touch in the right spot set you off and he got off on how easy it was to turn you on. Fool proof.

His hands creep upwards, lacing through the thin layer you had between your thighs. One finger went in, and another shortly followed. As he started to get a rhythm going, little whimpers escaped. But this didn’t phase him, instead he stops, letting you suffer as another hand gently grasps your chin, pulling you to face him. 

“What did I say about being quiet Y/N?” He went to go kiss you, but instead went right for your sweet spot. You moan again, this time your hands went to his pants and a smirk pierced your lips. You struggled with the belt a little, but eventually the bastard comes off, so does his pants, leaving him in only his boxers. 

“Now. you’re going to stay quiet okay?” You nod, your eyes starring into his. This time he started to kiss you, tenderly as first then inserting his tongue as he pressed his crotch against you. You broke away for a brief moment, his hands gripped your wrists on top of you so you couldn’t move them. He removes on hand to remove his boxers, and his teeth to remove your underwear.

Slowly, he got himself into you and began a slow rhythm, enjoying watching you whimper and your back arch as his thrusts became more and more faster than the last. “Now, you don’t cum before I do, got that?” his hand cups your hair, as he continues to pound into you. Through pants and groans he kisses you and his hands move down again, until he’s at your hips. 

You felt your stomach grow tight, constricting you. You wanted to scream, but all you could get away with was a whimper. A simple whimper. You felt him grow harder and sloppier before he exhales with relief and you finally let go yourself. A sigh of relief came from you, Miles crawls upwards and caresses your cheek.

“Who do you belong to, baby girl?”

You two were always so happy, always laughing and smiling - everyone said you both were the “dream couple” but now that just seems like bullshit. Complete utter bullshit. It’s been a few months, everyone supported you and tried to distract you from thinking about him but you couldn’t. You couldn’t just get over him and pretend that he never happened. He was such a major driving force in your life, he even convinced you to go and do your dream degree even though it would leave you swimming in debt for most of your life. He said he would support you through everything; he lied. 

The rain was pouring heavy now, trailing down your window. It was a nice view most of the time but the weather just plastered everything with a heavy phase. There was no way you were going to go anywhere today. This was the kind of weather that you and Miles would snuggle in and watch movies since you were both scared of storms. 

I wonder how he’s doing, You couldn’t help but think about him. He was all you could think about since the breakup, and your heart still hurt like hell reminiscing on the memories. 

A hasty knock on your door pulled you out of yourreverie. “Fuck,” You mumble, dragging yourself along the floorboards. You didn’t want to open the door, but it’d be rude not to. Maybe the person was a friend who was in the area or something.

You open the door and a dripping Miles stood at your door, looking as apologetic as ever. “Y/N I-” You shut the door on him, and slide down to the ground, the tears streaming down your cheeks as fast as ever. You were beginning to shake, and you found yourself unable to mutter a “goodbye”.

“Y/N,” Miles’s voice sounded softer than before, “I know this is a really, really bad time but I want to talk to you.”

“A-about what?” You stammer, you found your heart beating quickly.

“Home doesn’t feel like home anymore. It’s empty and boring; I’m sad and lonely and fuck I miss you Y/N. Basically what I’m saying is you were always my home,”

There was a short pause as you listen to the rain hitting your roof.

“Why do I tell you anything?” You sigh.

“Because you love me,” He boasts proudly.

“Do I though?” You question, “Do I really?”

“Dunno, do you?” He retorts.

You shrug your shoulders sheepishly, leaning back into his chest. “It’s too bad that you can’t live here, with me.” Miles sulks, cuddling you close enough to feel the warmth radiating from him.

“I could, but what about the girls you bring home?”

“I’m not interested in any girls at the moment and it’s kind of lonely.”

“Oh,” 

“What’s wrong Y/N?” He questions concerned. 

“Oh, nothing,” You trail off, pulling your knees into your chest and snuggling closer into him. Nothing could make you feel as safe as this, this moment with one of your favourite people in the entire world. Of course there were your best friends and your beloved pets, but Miles made you feel like you were at home and was nothing but inviting to you. 

“You don’t seem so sure. Do you hate me?”

“What?! No, I could never hate you Miles! It’s just..” How could he think that for a second you hated him? Yes you two had your moments but always seemed to make it up to each other sooner rather than later but you never, ever hated him. 

“Just what Y/N?” 

“Don’t worry about it,” You shake your head with a yawn,your eyes slowly blinking shut. You couldn’t resist it anymore and it wouldn’t be the first time you’ve fallen asleep on Miles. 

“I won’t then, but just so you know; you’re special to me Y/N and I don’t want to loose you,”

“Fine, I like someone. But it’s not really a simple crush, it’s more like I love this person dearly and they don’t love me back.” You gnaw at your lip anxiously looking up into Miles’s curious eyes. You had just set him off on a wild-goose chase ultimately and yet he still had no idea. Probably for the better, he probably has a girlfriend right now that he doesn’t talk about and that thought broke you. 

“Aww, Y/N I’m sure this person loves you back. Who wouldn’t? You’re smart,pretty and you are good at puns and making people laugh as much as I hate to admit it.” 

Then why don’t you?

“Oh, do you know of someone then?” You smirk.

He shrugs his shoulders, “Guess we’ll have to go asking around shan't we?”

“Idiot, I love you. It’s you.” You murmur under your breath.

“Hmm, did you say something Y/N?”

“Uhh, nope!” You quickly cover up your tracks,hoping that he didn’t notice the urgency in your voice. Fuck.

“Liar, you said something. Come on, tell me. Is it something about the person you love?”

“Maybe, but what is it you?” You cross your arms, emphasising on ‘you’ hoping that all these little hints would maybe give him some idea.

“I just want you to be happy that’s all. Look, I won’t tell if you don’t tell alright. Is that a deal?” He negotiates desperately. 

“Fine, deal. You go first,” You plead.

“Nope, you first. What you have to say must be interesting if you won’t say it aloud,” 

“Fuck,” You run your fingers through your hair nervously, looking at anywhere but Miles. You could already feel the tears beginning to form and your anxiety slowly rising; the voice in your head telling you that you’d just ruin everything you had between you and you had no hope. He never liked you anyway.

“I said I love you,”

“Well shit, is that all?” Miles laughs.

“You’re not mad?”

“Fine,” You sigh, paying close attention to him as you drink your non-alcoholic drink of lemon, lime and bitters. Well what you considered to be not your standard alcoholic drink anyhow. 

Miles seemed to let loose a lot when he was drinking. Not that it was a bad thing - he was just more playful, cuddly and slurred a lot of things he wouldn’t normally say sober. It was the end of a god-awful long week so you could understand his desire to get smashed, but why with you? You didn’t even have much warning, he texted you just as he approached your apartment complex to ‘get outside before I drag your ass out’. 

Every time you’ve gone out with Miles, everyone always made the same assumption that you two were dating by how close you’d both get to each other. One time you got so completely hammered that you ended up nuzzling Miles a lot and flirting - he bounced it off like it was nothing and would just end up nodding and saying “Yes Y/N” to anything you’d spur. 

"Okay Miles, let’s go home okay?” You shake his keys in front of him with a soft smile. You help carry him out to his car, and he managed to put his seat-belt on. 

“Y/N,” Miles murmurs softly as the car purred to life and your favourite song started playing through the radio. 

“Mmm?”

“Do you know how purdy you are?” 

“Miles, you’re drunk. You don’t know what you’re saying and for the record, I’m hot”

“Damn right you are,” He giggles pulling out his phone. You had no doubt he’d be tweeting on his drunk twitter account and that would be sure to surface some questions people having been craving to get answered. 

You ended up taking Miles back to his apartment and staying with him, because who else would make sure his hungover ass would get out of bed and take care of him. You place him on the lounge and go fetch him a few bottles of water. 

“Y/N,” He whines as you place the bottles in front of him.

“What is it Miles?” You seemed to be a lot softer with him when he was drunk, maybe because he reminded you of a helpless child.

“Can I tell you a secret?”

You crouch down in front of him, “Yes, of course.” 

He lent down to your level and tapped your nose, laughing. You couldn’t help but smile at how childish he was being. He raised his hands and cupped your cheeks, again another not usual thing for him to do. You were bracing yourself for another boop on the nose, or a kiss on the forehead. Miles began caressing your cheeks gently before gently kissing you on the lips. 

“I love you, please stay the night,” He begs, you raise your hand and touch his cheek, hoping he didn’t notice that your heart was beating so god damn quick - a feeling you hadn’t felt in awhile. 

“Of course, but I’ll take the lounge and you take your bed okay?” You propose.

“Nooooo, either we both sleep on the couch or the bed. I want to know you’ll be near me when I wake up,” Even intoxicated he seemed to tease your European habits. 

“Okay fine,” You sigh, grabbing his hand and leading him to his room. He practically jumped into bed and made it obvious he wanted you to sleep on the other-side. You take off your shoes and lay beside him, Miles pulled you closer towards him in a warm embrace. You weren’t even going to fight it - your stomach was twisting and turning while your heart was slowly regulating again. 

Miles began to nuzzle the crook of your neck; you could feel his stubble against your skin and it felt nice. “You know I really, really love you right?” He pulls you closer, you run your hands through his hair, entirely transfixed in the entire situation.