omg. your mind is a labyrinth I am BEGGING to get lost in. oh my shit. yesyesyes 100000x yes. Spider-Man is my favorite, this is kismet.
warnings: swearing, sexual tension, fingering, fem!receiving head, unprotected sex.
Living in New York City has its perks. But with ups, there’s downs. Crime runs rampant almost anywhere you go. However as of lately, there seems to be a hero of some sort.
The internet refers to him as Spider-Man. A slim guy in a tight fitting suit with web slinging powers, and outstanding climbing abilities. Can’t forget that.
With all the buzz about the new savior, it’s only natural to wonder who’s behind the mask. You’ve thought of almost everyone. Everyone except Finn. Your neighbor.
Finn has been your friendly neighbor for as long as you’ve been here. And that’s been a while. He always seems to be available for help. Need an extra hand? He’s there.
So when you stopped seeing him hanging around the complex, you began to worry.
It’s a fairly warm night, the AC in your space deciding to stop working completely. You groan loudly, thin walls probably exposing your frustration.
Cool metal meets your palm as you attempt to slap the machine back to life. After a few tries you settle on your best bet.
You saw him this morning in the lobby complaining about a broken lock or something, so you know he’s in town. Or at least you hope he is.
It’s not like there’s a crush situation going on…maybe? He’s just good at helping with everything! Or that’s what you tell yourself.
Your shoes pad across the stained carpet of the hallway. Someone’s TV blares obnoxiously a few doors down. You roll your eyes subconsciously before pressing two firm knocks onto the door in front of you. ‘608’ plastered on the front in rusting gold numbers.
After about twenty seconds the wooden barrier creaks open maybe an inch or two, Finn’s voice seeming stressed on the other end.
“Um, hey Finn. It’s y/n. My AC is broken again, I hate to ask but could you help?”
It’s silent for a moment until he speaks up again, the door not opening any further. Weird.
“Listen, y/n. I wish I could but, uh, I’m sorta in the middle of something.”
Your eyebrows furrow in confusion. Finn’s turning down a request? Either you’re used to his spoiling or something is wrong.
He huffs, but not in annoyance. It’s like he’s debating on whether or not he should tell you.
“If I let you come in will you keep this between us?”
Oh God. Did he kill someone? Well it’s too late to back out now. You could be next!
“Oh- uh, yeah. Yeah I can do that.”
The door opens more to reveal him standing in the Spider-Man suit, mask in hand. Your eyes widen, jaw probably dropping embarrassingly low.
He shifts awkwardly with a nod, letting you take your time to soak it in.
“Well why didn’t you tell me?”
He chuckles in disbelief, glancing behind you just to check.
“Why didn’t I tell you? Y/n, I can’t tell anyone. I mean- now you know. But that’s not the point!”
He stops his rambling when he hears footsteps down the hall. Spidey hearing, you suppose. Because you sure as hell didn’t hear anything.
His hands grip your arms softly and tug you into his chest, hurriedly closing the door before pulling away.
“Uh- sorry. God, this is embarrassing…”
He pinches the bridge of his nose with a sigh of defeat.
“For once I need your help.”
“My suit is kinda…stuck.”
“Sorry- so how does that involve me?”
“I need you to take it off.”
He points his thumb behind him to gesture to where you assume the zipper is.
He flaunts those perfect puppy eyes and your head seems to nod on its own once again.
A sigh of relief leaves his lips before tugging you to the small living room.
He turns his back to you and looks down at his feet. As if ashamed that he’s the one asking for help.
Your fingers tremble slightly as you find the very small zipper, tugging it down with some force. It wasn’t as hard as you expected, he probably could’ve done it.
Your suspicion is cut short as soon as the tight fabric falls from his shoulders, slipping down just a little past his hip bones. He turns to face you, gaze different than the pleading one from before.
He stalks closer just slightly. Not predatorily, curiously.
“Did I know what? That my neighbor is a superhero?”
He scoffs softly, hand reaching up to tuck a stray piece of hair away from your face.
“Superhero? Is that what they’re saying?”
“Don’t you watch the news?”
His hand drops back down to the side, a lopsided smile tugging at his lips.
“I’ll have you know, I’m very up to date.”
Finn nods, eyes flickering down to your lips briefly.
Now it’s your turn to scoff.
“For what? Taking care of a tedious zipper?”
“Hey, you did a good thing no matter the importance.”
A teasing grin plays at his face, body inching closer to yours.
“You could show me how well those fingers really work. You fling webs all day, Y’know?”
“You want me to show you how I shoot webs?”
It’s clear that he knows what you’re asking for. He just wants to be difficult.
You speak with mock authority. His knees go weak from your tone.
A proud grin slips onto your face as he stalks closer once again.
He chuckles, fingers ghosting over the hem of your jean shorts.
Slowly the denim drops to the floor, his large hands finding your body in no time. Your back presses the door of his bedroom, lips finding each other heatedly.
Finn fumbles for the door handle, shoving you into the space and onto the bed once he gets it. The suit pools to the ground, completely forgotten once his body cages over yours.
“I’ve wanted this for so long.” His admission comes out gruffly against your mouth.
It doesn’t take much convincing, his clothed bulge grinding down onto your thigh eagerly. Small grunts huff out onto your neck as his kisses trail lower.
“Such a good helper.” He chokes out against the curve of your shoulder.
You shed him of his boxers, your underwear coming next. Finn’s eyes drift down to between your legs, tongue wetting his bottom lip hungrily.
Hesitantly his fingers reach down, breath hitching when he feels how wet you are. Instead of teasing, he gets to work. Sliding his long middle finger in knuckle deep, giving you a second to adjust before pumping in and out.
Eventually his ring finger joins in, the two digits curving to press up and down repeatedly. A similar motion he used to shoot webs.
The diligence he uses makes your eyes roll back slightly, back arching off the bed. His hand speeds up suddenly, head bending down to press his lips against your clit. He sucks and licks in sync with his fingers.
Your own hands find his hair, tugging with beluga pressure to make him moan into you. The vibration makes you gasp, releasing a second after.
Finn pulls up and licks his fingers clean before spreading your legs apart and moving between them.
“Please, Finn.” You beg shamelessly.
The tip of his length nudges your entrance impatiently. Your walls take him in with ease, the built up tension between the two of you paying off.
“I don’t think I’ll last long.” He admits, hips already shifting forward and back.
“Just means there’ll be more rounds.”
The idea of getting multiple rounds with you makes him dizzy. Length desperately kissing your cervix with each thrust. You moan loudly, neighbors bound to complain tomorrow.
Neither of you care, his pace only quickening at the idea of pissing them off. His slender fingers drift down to your clit and swirl around the bud almost professionally.
He watches in awe at your blissful reaction, head thrown back in pleasure. Seeing you react this way because of him makes his dick twitch upward. Hitting a spot you weren’t sure even existed.
“Finn-“ you choke out, crescent shapes digging into his slim biceps as you tug him closer.
“Feel good?” He hums smugly.
All you can seem to do is nod dumbly. Too fucked out to even care. He chuckles at your lack of words and grips your chin with his free hand to make you face him.
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
You manage a whimper before squeezing around him and bursting. He groans at the feel of your release. All of his senses on fire.
“Oh- my god. Just like that, good.” His praise comes out almost breathless, teetering right on the edge himself.
Your lips meet again. This time messier, teeth clashing occasionally. Your walls continue to clench around him from overstimulation.
“Yeah, k-keep doing that. Fuck, baby.”
Within seconds he bursts as well. Slowing his movements to thoroughly pump his cum deep into you.
His body goes limp after a moment, broad nose nudging your jaw affectionately.
“I think that helped both of us.”
The two of you chuckle in sync. Taking in this moment of vulnerability together.
It seems like Finn really is a sort of hero.
a/n: I’m so sorry it’s taken so long to get through my requests. I’ve been a little brain dead ngl. I love you guys, thank you very much for all the support. And thank you guys so much for the requests. If you ever have questions about me or my work I’m down to answer them!
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