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he spills his cum on the blankets, across his hoodies, marking everything with his release. his fingers wander to you in soft little circles against your hip, all while he keeps cumming, flooding the space around you with his scent and his seed, a sense of satisfaction washing over him knowing that this soothes you. he can’t help himself; as he rubs his cum into the blankets, pressing his cock against the fabric so the scent lingers stronger even when he’s sensitive. the musky scent of him thickens in the air, and it only lulls you into deeper sleep.

“This is Vamp Radio, the number 1 crime report station signing on to bring the crimes right to your ears from around the city”

The radio switched off and a creek of a window opened before closing shut and the mask at hand slipped over and thus began the same continuous day for the passing months.

Jay is content with his life per say. If you asked him maybe a few months prior and caught him on a bad day he would’ve been hesitant to agree but his answer nevertheless will ever change.

Having everything and anything a person could dream of at the tip of his fingertips, the luxury brands and trips just out of spontaneous pleasure, the money that was wasted away and somehow regenerated back into the filled bank accounts each second, the pure wealth that never ended and a perfect loving family.

Not to get it twisted he loves his life, just on the surface level. On the contrary, deep down he was not satisfied and he would never be satisfied with what he has.

He always wants more, leeching onto whatever he can get and suck it dry until it’s all gone before his eyes.

But that isn’t his choice. It’s because of the symbiote smeared onto his soul that determined him the perfect host alongside his already broken mind.

It was the very thing causing him to act like this. He was sane. He would never do what he does, always sticking to follow the correct morals and societal norms but he never held back once the mask covered his face and he was swinging through the air, leaping from building to building, getting away with being ruthless in the name of justice.

Meant to save people from all kinds of trouble and preventing crime was his dream when he was little, eager to follow in the footsteps of his father into becoming the most renowned chief of police at the station.

That was supposed to be Jay’s life and on a technicality it is his life, just not the one he or his parents necessarily pictured when they thought of him serving justice alongside his dad.

However, he can’t deny the thrill he feels when he’s just seen as Spider-Man and not as the preppy no good daddy’s money Jongseong everyone loves to paint him as but not you—You saw him as a human being, a regular living creature burdened by the world's sins on his shoulders.

You gave him what he’s been deprived of his entire life in the span of a few seconds. You were so close to him, a warm genuine smile on your face and the words “Thank you for all that you do Spider-Man” falling from your perfect lips.

He was servicing the justice he deemed worthy towards others, himself, and now most importantly, you—the sweet stranger who came to his rescue like a star lighting up the pitch dark night known as his life that spiraled into what it is now after a school field trip years ago to the infamous laboratory that held some of the finest scientists in the world working on human enhancement for the betterment of human civilization. He remembers it as if it happened today.

He liked to believe he was the most careful amongst his friends back then but every time he’s with them he manages to find himself in trouble. They all were messing around but after being harshly shoved into what he thought to be a regular desk, nothing out of the ordinary or so he thought and yet, he was the one immediately pulled to the side while his friend managed to slip away just like always, leaving him to fend for himself.

Head hung low when he listened to the spews of the random high school teacher who’s name he’s long forgotten, all while hearing the irritating stifled laughter of his friends off in the corner made his hands clench in on each other.

Jay was the most patient, calm and sane amongst the rest of society who couldn’t keep themselves together. He isn’t accumulated with them, he’s different and he takes pride in not being like the rest.

Others would be shamed for being the odd one out but not him, if it weren’t for the societal norms his parents and every adult he’s ever known shoved down his throat, he would’ve been living his peaceful life in the shadows to never be seen.

With a light tap at his head with a rolled up paper, the teacher walked off without sparing him a glance. Jay nibbled at his chapped lip that it broke the skin making him taste the metallic on his tastebuds, his head remained hung between his shoulders, ignoring his friends faint calls for him to rejoin their group again.

His chest felt heavy all of sudden that the hollow vessel was filled by an unknown source. Feeling absolutely sick to his stomach as his senses infiltrated with a sudden cold running under his skin. The palpitations of his heart banged against his chest as breathing all of a sudden became hard to do. The usual stable feet now unbalanced and his eyes dropping each second until they finally shut and he was engulfed into darkness that welcomed him with open arms.

And that was the last day his life could even be remotely considered normal. He woke up in the infirmary a new man.

So engrossed in the past memory that he didn’t realize he’s been slipping down his web for the past minute. When he finally realized it was too late. He accepted his defeat in taking yet another beating as Spider-Man before it even reached noon that he’s starting to grow sick of meeting the pavement in his suit.

Laying face first on the sidewalk for a second longer is what he needed. His limbs crying tears of joy for the single moment of rest through his jammed packed filled day. He ignored the bluntly moving bodies above him, careful not to step on the mass destructive menace or whatever the news station liked to call him.

He isn’t as approached as he normally is when the mask is off but he was still him. Just with the exception of being a part time superhero juggling the reality of life on the other hand and carrying the burden of his own thoughts on his shoulders.

But, it was normal for a person to be like this—to be so overwhelmed with life that you were sick of it. He decided to stay laying on the ground just for a few minutes before swinging back to his penthouse but the soft poke to his back and a mellow welcoming voice woke him right up and sucked him in like an addictive siren.

He lifted his head up and there you were, crouched down on planted feets but not enough to be touching the dirty street floor. Your worried filled expression pooling in your eyes but a sigh of relief releasing from your mouth seeing him moving but still wasn’t fully sure about him being alive though.

Seeing you for the first time, you looked fragile—way more than him that someone could come and scoop you off your feet and take you away from him which wouldn’t be far before he’d shoot out a web to stop the perp from even thinking about taking a step further.

The wind in the air was so crisp and cold but his body was warm, simply burning up the more he stared at you. He first noticed your eyes, just how shiny they were. He’s unsure if it were from the cold air sucking all the moisture out that your eyes were overproducing water or if it were from the hidden sparkle which dared to burst out in front of him to consume.

“Are you okay?” The pitch of your voice was soft almost like a whisper that if he weren’t paying attention to you he would’ve missed it and he’d beat himself up if he did

With the way his heart pounded out of his chest it nearly could meet the pavement if he continued to lay on it any longer but he couldn’t move his body. His fingers were rigid, his arms like stone and his cheek stuck to the pavement like a squished bug.

“Do I need to call for help?” Your eyes widened whilst a worried expression washes over you again, “Stay right here” Hurriedly attempting to stand on your feet, Jay grasped your arm before you could leave

He quickly retracted his hand from the burn of your skin through his covered hand after never experiencing that before. It was weird, so unusual out of his same day to day life that it was strange but it was nice. He lifted his head from the pavement, a groan leaving his mouth before he turned his head over to you.

Jay never believed in love that much. He saw a glimpse of it between his parents when he was younger and they were “in love”. It was described as a rush of emotions, it was there for one moment and gone the next but it’ll dully linger around from what his father told him.

With the ultimate revelation that his father didn’t know what true love is because he never experienced it—but it’s okay. Jay will make sure to tell him what it’s all about because he’s sure as hell that he is feeling it at this moment.

You were beautiful that not even words would be able to describe the beauty that has encaptured him. A soft wind whisked by making you scrunch your face from the cold air unlike him who was warmed thanks to his mask.

Your eyes were worriedly staring right at him, glancing over him to make sure there weren’t any signs of injury on him. His body felt like fire and the hammering of his heart out of his chest to break free from the confinement to launch straight to you made him lightheaded. The constant thoughts that screamed in his head all went silent.

The burdens that weighed his body down disappeared to nothing, he feels lighter. Surely this is it. The unconditional emotion that takes over your life and goes far beyond extents imaginable in the name of it.

Spider-Man was experiencing true love.

“Are you alright?” He watched how your lips moved with each word, all that was around fades to black and his sole attention was focused on you, your lips were perfect, so welcoming, so enticing that he wondered what it would feel like against his, “Spider-Man?”

If he didn’t have his mask, he could kiss his scary demeanor as the mask menace goodbye. He would’ve crumbled right before you because even though he does good for the world and picks up on the city’s lack that he deems complete nonsense. How could crime rates even exist when you live here? This city or more like he needs to do a better job at keeping it to not even a low but to nothing.

You offered a hand towards him after noticing his lack of movement, “Can you stand? Are you hurt anywhere?” Your constant worries filled his heart to the brink but he tried to push it away, how else would he have anymore room for his love for you if he got filled right off the bat

His adam’s apple bobbing up and down to swallow down the lump lodged right in between before carefully grasping onto yours. He felt the electrifying feel course through him the moment you touched. He held back from pulling his hand away, it was too much for his mind to bear but he couldn’t let go, he loved the feeling, the pain it brought him—it reminded him he was human.

Finally he gave some response, he shook his head. It wasn't much but his voice was trapped inside that it couldn’t dare to come out and expose itself for you to hear him. And it seemed to satisfy you because you sighed in relief that once he was on his feet, you let go of his hand leaving him cold.

Your troubled face fell as a smile brightened your face and he thought he couldn’t fall more in love but he was wrong. He’s heard of the cliche saying of ‘your smile brightened my day’, but he no longer believes it to be fake. It was more than true and he knows that because of you.

Your smile was soft and kind, none of the forced ones he’s met with whenever he’s faced with people, with or without the mask. It welcomed him like no other, into a world that he didn’t know of and was fully ready to dive head first into it. It was quick, slow and easy, nothing too extreme nor extravagant—it was beautiful and heart warming.

He’d do anything and he truly means anything to grace even just a breath to experience your world.

And you’ll let him in—won’t you?

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Softly tugging at the skin-tight suit digging into his neck, the sweat being unrelieving of the heat accumulating in his body in the cramped closet. He needed to get home soon but he couldn’t miss your weekly night call session with your friend to debrief what happened during the week.

He stumbled upon this sacred tradition by mistake, he was swinging by your place after following you home the same very day you met, or if you could even call it that. It was just when you walked into what he supposed is your room that conveniently has a window pointing directly into it.

He felt so blessed, it was the universe telling him this was it, that it’s you.

When the moment was right, he slipped into your room when you were gone and crawled into your closet when he picked up on the nearing footsteps heading to the same room he was standing in.

It was upsetting that he couldn’t take in your small space but it would have to be for another time.

Jay could lose himself in the way your tone squeaks higher when talking about the excitement you felt when you received your recent paycheck and saw a generous donation added on top of your pay.

He smiled softly, quietly patting him on his chest silently for managing to get that to happen.

It was simple really, all he needed to do was buy many stocks for the company you worked at, become one of the highest stockholders the company has ever seen in history in the matter of hours, just to discreetly complain of how terrible pay is and casually deem it a random employees’ lucky day to give a higher extensive pay rise and it just so happened to be you.

Snapping out of his head noticing how your tone dropped into a loud annoyance of how the lack of socialization was making you lose your mind, and the desperate need to get out and do something with yourself during “your prime years” you yelled before it’s too late and according to your words “die old and alone”.

How he wishes to comfort you, to take that thought and burn it because you would never die old and alone, how could you possibly think that when you have him. Just look at how perfect you guys are for each other already, those last three words screaming loudly in his head on a constant loop, lose your mind.

As he continued to listen, swaying his head side to side as you rambled to your friend with the occasion of throwing his head back in a silent laugh at your humor. His hands rose to the level of his eye, he eyed the black mask hanging on his finger, he imagined where his suit would go in your closet after a long day of work. He wasn’t sure if he’d place it in between the oversized sweater that smelled heavenly of your sweet scent or the shirt that looks has been collecting dust or would it be better and would he prefer to have it right next to your drawer that held the paradise of your undergarments for him to have easy access to.

It was like you knew he’d search for them and gave him the trouble of deciding where he would organize his clothing to fill in your closet and he concluded he would prefer to put his suit next to your drawer.

He silently sucked his teeth, shaking his head as he took notice that he’ll have to take you out proper shopping to get real clothes, not the strings of thread sewed together he would barely call a shirt.

He dragged his hand down his body in an ache glancing through the crack of your ajar closet door and waited for you to end the call, it was already nearing 11 and this is the time where you said you’d fall asleep to some run of the mill tv show.

“You know I ran into Spider-Man this week?” Jay froze at the mention of him and the encounter that lead him right to this place, eyes darting closer to the cracked door his body nearly pressing up against it that if he moved an inch he’d creak it further open

You're laying on your backside now, one leg hiked all the way up and the other resting as you rubbed your forehead. You let out a heavy sigh that he couldn’t tell if this was good or bad. Your tone was too neutral, not the usual hint of rise in happiness or a sudden dip of dissatisfaction. You were just saying it.

Unable to hear your friend’s words, his face scrunched when you let out an airy laugh. Were you mocking him? No, you couldn’t. You don’t have the heart to, he knows you.

“He was sort of laying down flat on the pavement—face first may I add and I was scared that he got his ass handed to him and this was the end of the road for him. No one even helped him! They just took pictures or walked over him, not even sparing a glance” You scoffed out loud during your ramble like you just couldn’t comprehend it, the tension rising with each of your words, he knew this tone, you were angry for him

“I just feel bad, you know? I can’t imagine the pressure of taking care of this godforsaken city only to get called a menace on the news and not be given nearly enough of what he deserves”

He nearly stumbled back, his body coming close to banging into your drawer and exposing his cover. One foot over another, trying to stabilize his unbalanced state and reeling mind. He dragged his hand against face, the elastic covering irritably rubbing his skin hot but he couldn’t care. He covered his face with his gloved hands feeling how his cheeks burned and he can only imagine how flushed he looked.

Hand silently pressing against the drawer, he felt his head swirling into a spiral. His breaths were so loud and heavy that if you weren’t on the phone and paying attention, you’d hear him instantly and scout him out.

He tried to remain calm, thinking about anything that could save him from this rush of adrenaline but nothing worked. He knew he can’t just pop out of your closet with open arms and expect you to welcome him with ease, that'd be foolish on his part. He knows to take it nice and slow, easing subtle hints of the Spider-Man you feel so bad for, that’s how he’ll win the race.

Too preoccupied with his own thoughts that he didn’t pick up on you bidding goodbye to your friend and was now shuffling closer to the closet. His eyes nearly popped out of their sockets at the lack of awareness around him, the supposed spider senses doing nothing for him at this moment but he blames his actual self more than anything.

How could he have been so careless? It’s the midst of winter and your apartment is freezing cold, remembering you complaining about the heater not working for the 3rd time this month, you’re coming to get something to warm you through the night which he would’ve offered to do so if he wasn’t cramped in your closet.

His heartbeat grew faster and harder against his chest. He could nearly smell you right in front of the closet, the smell of freshly washed hair with your shampoo and conditioner, the welcoming waft of your lotion that he knows you’re almost out of and the easing smell of just you underneath it all.

The throbbing sensation at his crotch made his suit tighter. He has to think of something quick but it’s something about you being so close, just less than a meter away from him, catching him like this all to wonder what the supposed friendly neighborhood Spider-Man menace was doing in your closet so late at night made his feet stay planted on the ground.

He bit his already chapped lip, cracking at the peeling dead skin harshly from the growing cold. Even if being to be seen by you, to take in notice of his efforts of learning you, lodging your very schedule deep into his mind in such a minimal amount of time regardless of the grand amount of information he’s gathered, it wasn’t time for you to properly meet yet.

And like the heavens were protecting him and giving him the opportunity to save your first meeting for something far more special than him laying flat first on the pavement or you catching him like a bug in your closet. Your phone rang loudly through the silence of your room. He heard your soft hum and your retreating footsteps towards what he presumed to be your nightstand where you left your phone charging.

Seizing this moment, he carefully opens the door and like a train hurling towards him, he stops. Both of you in the same place, your back turned away from him as you answered the phone. Hearing your voice clearer than from inside the closet and through his mask, the strong prominent smell of lulled sleep and the crinkle of your sheets and obvious bed hair grimed the day you went through. It was so overwhelming that he melted, turning into mere mush.

The sickening part of his mind which he knew was controlled by something in him, unsure if it were the symbiote living in him or the driven love he has for you but he knew it was the best feeling in the world, the purest rawest form of love.

Jay wants you and it’s bad, it’s driving him insane that you were too far out of reach when he wanted to do things to you so badly.

He took a step closer in your direction just within arms reach that he could pull you to him and all exhaustion would melt from his body as you and him become one.

Peering over your shoulder, your phone growing distant from your ear to see nothing. The out of your lip grew larger into a pout as your eyes scanned across your room as you tried to understand the weird feeling settling in your stomach. The eerie silence made you shuffle on your feet as you brought your phone back to your ear and turned your back.

Jay panted heavily as he stuck to the wall just outside your window. He gulped down the harsh lump in his throat, what was he thinking? Being so careless and almost ruining your first proper meeting for his own selfish desires.

He silently apologizes to you for almost destroying everything. Turning his body to hang on one arm on the wall, his bicep bulging through the tight spandex that showed his obvious hard length, the damp patch growing by the second right in the center in between his legs.

“A party?” He heard you say in the comforts of your apartment, “I don’t know…” You pulled the phone far from your ear that even he could hear the loud voice of your friend

He knitted his eyebrows together, the tug of his lips down. He harshly stared at you, waiting for a retailing response of some lame excuse but a ringing filled his ear like he was flown so high into the sky just to be dropped into the ocean where he would reside and drown in, when he heard you helplessly agree.

Why were you going to waste your perfectly fine resting period, after getting a good pay, may he remind, at some party. He roughly banged his hand on the wall, an idiotic and rookie mistake.

Your head whipped towards the sound outside your window, your phone falling from your ear once again as you marched towards your window. Moving the curtains and blinds out of the way, your eyes wearily looked around into the dark night to see nothing. The unease sensation never stopped, it felt like it was gnawing you from the inside out waiting until you were consumed whole.

Able to hear in the faint distance of your friend asking what happened, your hands trailed over the flimsy handle and locked your window. Your eyes pulled away from it to catch a glimpse of a small spider on your wall causing your skin to crawl. “Nothing, just some spider that freaked me out” You talked under your breath

As your friend continued on her thrilled tangent that you’re finally stepping foot outside of your apartment for something fun instead of what she likes to call it, “your usual boring life”. You gave a half heartedly smile knowing she wouldn’t be able to see it but it was more so for yourself rather than for her.

Your eyes never left the spider on your wall, seeing how it watched and lived in your space so easily that it could slip through your fingers and disappear if you didn’t pay close attention. Not able to recall when the call officially concluded but your body moved on its own once you charged your phone in its usual spot on the nightstand. Remotely one step after another, you returned with a napkin at hand.

Standing face to face with the insect, your body felt weird as your hand hovered over suddenly remembering the masked vigilante from earlier today. Your closing hand stopped right before you could squish the insect, staring at the napkin hovering it. It didn’t move a centimeter from your drawing hand, showing no signs of fear towards you.

Keeping your lips thin, you smack down making sure to use your fingers to squish the soft material against the harsh wall feeling it under your fingers. “Apologizes to your friend”

You’re not a big fan of spiders, always wishing to keep your distance from the eight legged creature especially when getting caught up in their webs unexpectedly.

Jay stares longingly at you or rather at the spider—wishing that in his next life, he could swap places with the spider, yearning to be in its position instead, wanting to feel the squish of your fingers and lose all senses of what’s around to only focus on you, completely at your mercy as you destroy.

Some lucky spider, bastard.

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It’s been exactly 20 days, 5:49 and 32 seconds in the afternoon since you and Jay first met. Now it isn’t crazy that he remembers that, it would be more insane if he didn’t.

It was the exact moment that he fell in love with you and knew that you and him were meant to be. Just like how he remembers that tomorrow was the day of the so-called party your friend mentioned on call he overheard during your week debriefing.

Jay knows you’ve been struggling with an outfit for the occasion. Now if it were up to him, you would have to look no further because he would buy everything you’d need. From the heels that would accentuate your legs, the dress that he knows will fit you perfectly, the jewelry that would make you shine the absolute brightest in that pathetic area the party will be hosted in and he’d pick you up in his car that he knows no one else would have because it was customized just for him.

He would make your life easier than what it is now. He removes his mask the moment he lands on the familiar wall right next to your window. You wouldn’t be home for a while and it was perfect.

His sticky gloves hands pushed against the glass sliding up the fiber just enough for him, he took one look around to avoid any sights on him and when the coast was clear, he slipped through.

Crawling onto the wall, he carefully brought down the window with no noise before landing on his feet, the fresh smell of you and your favorite perfume lingering from the morning when you first sprayed it before heading out hit him. His eyes fluttered shut as he smiled warmly allowing his lungs to be filled with your scent. He wondered what it smelt like on your skin, especially at the juncture of your neck where you directly spray it. And how the warmth of your body temperature would have an effect on it or if it would even have an effect at all.

Inhaling sharply as the aroma was able to rid all possible stress as everything melted away to nothing. He opened his eyes to see your room neatly done, he noticed the small crumples on your bedsheets from probably rushing but in the end it still looked effortless in his eyes.

He softly smiled to himself before roaming around your room, his eyes sparkling with each item that came into view. Your messed up desk scattered with paper all around and your laptop opened. Surely it wouldn’t be that easy.

Oh but it was that easy.

His fingers moved across the cursor and lit up your unlocked laptop. A smile grew wider on his face when he plopped himself into the very chair you’ve sat and slept on numerous times. The exhilarating feeling coursing through his body as your past remnants and his current self merged the moment he sat down. It was almost near perfection–All that was missing was you.

As he assessed the tab, he made a note that whenever you lend your computer to him, he’s to remind you to put a password on it—one that can hopefully be in connection with him.

But the moment he started reading over anything he could get his eyes on, it felt like the air was wiped from his lungs. He felt like he was flying before he was about to fall into the abyss that awaited for him to join you on the other side.

Immediately immersing himself into the unclosed tabs, his fingers moved before he could comprehend it. His eyes flickered around as he read over the draft emails to your supervisor that all speak of putting your two week notice in. You were thinking about quitting the very job that he is practically funding for. Others would’ve been furious at the sight but not him. Instead Jay gleamed wildly because it was like you were preparing for him to enter your life and take care of you—getting ready to never lift a finger ever again for the rest of life as long as he is there.

Moving from tab to tab, his eyes roamed over seeing your bills and debts and a bright click at the bottom of your screen screaming ‘pay now and efficiently!’ He scoffed. Of course it could only be done efficiently if you had the money which he knew you didn’t. Helping him back up his theory, an online calculator showed a negative balance that he could only assume to be interest you have to pay off. He hissed at the sight, something that he could never imagine before meeting you, but he doesn’t mind getting involved if it meant taking care of you.

Repeating the negative balance over and over in his head until it stuck for when the time comes to distribute another spontaneous generous donation to a ‘randomly’ selected employee that would receive an even higher bonus for every hour worked.

He hopes the money you’ll get can cover for your expenses just enough to get by until he can pay for everything for you in due time.

Placing the mask at hand in the mess on your desk, he perched himself on the desk as his palm held his chin up. The gloved fingers tapped at his cheek that he swore were freezing due to the cold leaking into your apartment.

He was going to move on from the current tab to another one titled spreadsheets until he caught a glimpse of the private browser tucked away at the taskbar. Furrowing his eyebrows, he moved the pointed cursor and pressed down on the mousepad and he nearly tumbled back in the chair.

Planting himself in place by digging his fingers into your desk to catch his fall that he swore he left indents on it but that was the least of his concerns. He brought his body forward and flushed against the wooden board with a hard thud as he grabbed your computer screen, eyes frantically scanning left to right then right to left.

He couldn’t believe it. You were searching for toys. Fake, Silicon, and might he add small things that couldn’t satisfy anyone, let alone you. So why the hell are you searching for these?

His thumb pressed against the screen when the indescribable blade struck into his body as he fixed on the submitted purchase. He thought it would’ve made his heart race at the idea of preparing your body but it pissed him off because it was obvious you weren’t doing it for him because you didn’t know him. This was for someone else.

Supposed to be a symbol of peace and security, he felt those titles thrown out the window, the rationality he once had was chucked across the room and splattered onto your wall while his fingers pressed, blanking the screen from its led light.

Too many thoughts were crossing his mind and the time clicked down on how long he could stay in your apartment until you returned home or until duty called for him and he was forced to peel himself away from the only thing that kept him close to you.

Shaking his head furiously to knock himself of the growing hazed he was in, he lightly slapped his cheek to come back to the daunting present of him sitting in the chair you’ve sat in that he’s lost count, his fingers resting on the keyboards your own fingers laid on, the twitch in his crotch tightening his suit, while the screen remained on the forbidden tabbed open of your erotic purchases that made him scowl.

If you were training yourself for whatever it was, when it would come to him, he’s going to have to do a lot more work in order to properly prepare you but everyone must start somewhere. You have to crawl before you can walk and you have to walk before you can run.

His jaw clenched as his hand loosened around the thin layer of metal and sighed heavily. Fluttering his eyes closed, he slumped into your chair, pushing his lower body forward. Spontaneously, his jaw fell slack as a weak groan slipped out when his hand rubbed against the growing erection.

“Fuck” He breathlessly blabbed out with a harsh gulp when he palmed harder down on himself, even past the distasteful anger building up in him, he had a greater rage to focus on

Spreading his fingers out he softly cupped as much of his shaft as he could in one hand paying attention to how he grew even harder, his head rolling to the side with a satisfied sigh when raking over his hard-on at a quicker pace. One of the few times he regrets being the masked hero is the elastane fabric clinging to his body that doesn’t nearly slip on and off as easily as he wished it did. He would need to find some material that would provide easier access for his needs.

His breathless groans grew more frequent as he continued to palm down on himself harder, pulling at his cock to feel more friction than running over it for some pressure. The images of your sweet smile made him wonder how your glossy lips would feel against his chapped ones. How it would stretch open as he slipped into your mouth to your throat. A guttural sigh ruptured out of his chest at the images flashing through his mind, how your glassy eyes would look up at him as you took him in your mouth. The way he would wipe or kiss the tears away, enjoying the salty taste of them on his taste buds as you swallow him whole and sip him empty.

The jitters tingled at his fingertips as he grabbed his twitching shaft at hand harshly. It flashed through his mind of slipping out of his suit just to properly rub one out. The thought of you alone managing to do this to him, he couldn’t imagine how he would act with you actually in front of him.

He jerked his body forward as his ears picked up on the faint clatter of keys and the creaking of your door opening. You were back from your walk already when you weren’t supposed to be back for another 20 minutes.

Instead of his blood running cold, it felt like fire. His eyes screwed even tighter and a shiver ran up his spine when his jerking hand never let up of rubbing at his hard-on. Each rhythm of his hammering heart out of his chest mimicked the movements as he focused on your nearing footsteps to your bedroom.

Jay knows he has to go like right now but the excitement running through his blood down south and north kept him rooted in your chair as he bucked his hips to chase after his loosening hand.

Your bedroom door opened and you rubbed your forehead with eyes closed letting out a tired sigh and throwing your phone to your desk. The walks that were recommended to you were more of a chore than relaxing.

But the moment you placed your phone down, you knit your eyebrows together. Did you leave your laptop open before you left? Bending over your chair and tapping at the keyboard repeatedly to properly shut it down, not wanting to waste the battery because your day-to-day pay would not be cut out to buy a new computer.

You looked down to the chair for a moment, the touch against your shirt warmer than you expected considering the cold the rest of your house was. Your face contorted into shock before morphing into horror as you quickly clicked out of the private browser tab left open, did you forget to at least switch the tab too?

You consciously looked in the corner of your eyes with hopes of getting rid of the gnaw in your stomach. As you awkwardly gulped down and closed the rest of the tabs before shutting down your computer completely and closing it shut.

The few moments of silence you were in was disrupted by the buzzing of your phone because of your friend who was beyond excited for the party tonight.

Your eyes screwed shut tightly, shoulders dropping when a heavy sigh slipped out as you changed direction from your bed to now towards your closet to crank it open the door and saw the pressure swift your clothes but your face scrunched up at the sudden smell reaching your nose.

Turning your head in every direction in search of the source of the prominent but yet faint scent in your room. You groaned loudly and made way towards your window and opened it, the cold wind gusting into your room with a heavy shiver as the crisp air masked out the musk.

For the past month or so, the same scent always filled your apartment and it was driving you insane. You were going to complain to the landlord to fix the ventilation for the 3rd time alone to somehow stop the smell from seeping into your apartment from wherever it was coming from.

The smell wasn’t repelling, rather you didn’t mind it as much as you complained, a sense of security wrapping around you when it was stronger than some other days but it was becoming bothersome that your place, especially your room was starting to become stenched with a scent of a man when no one has stepped in there besides you.

Peeking out the window to look left and right to see nothing but the other buildings across and the city lighting up the early night sky. You closed the curtains shut for privacy with hopes the smell is flushed out by the time you’re done getting ready and are heading out for the party that for some reason settled a nagging nudge in you.

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Jay tries to make a short list why you would date him right off the bat and at the top of the list—the only thing he truly has going for him is that he’s Spider-Man but not without the mask is he. He’s only Park Jongseong and he thought that would be enough but he guessed wrong.

Anyone would be at their knees willingly or not, just to be in his presence whether it’s to catch him, interview or straight up confess their love to him. He thought you would just naturally gravitate towards him without having to lift a finger.

Yet, in this crammed ballroom for a party he searched on and on about the one your friend mentioned, only for you to give him a polite smile that wasn’t like the one you first gave him when he was lying face down on the pavement and you walked past him like some nobody.

This took a jab towards his pride. He fisted his drink trying to not draw any unwanted attention to him. The girls surrounding him, feeling up his arms and chest muttering about how his build was just perfect. He could care less about what was being said about him, he was more focused on the fact that you threw your head back in a laugh while some dude pulled away from your ear, a bright smile on his face as he watched you, an admiring gleam striking over his eyes.

Jay doesn’t understand. Why weren’t you flocking around him like everyone else in this damn party? Shouldn’t you be trying to get a hold of him?

His drink crunched under his hold, a frown stretching over his face with too many thoughts crowding his head and yet, you were off with some probably no good as he took notice of the baggy clothes the guy wore, not even properly dressed for a party.

It was disgusting how the guy ran his fingers over your arm as you shyly looked away.

He doesn’t get it, he has everything you could ever even dream of having in a man. He has more than enough money to spoil you so that you’ll never have to lift a finger in your life ever again, he can bring you anywhere you want, just tell him and he will bring you there. Hell, he can get you out of that lousy apartment with the walls chipping off, you call a home, save you from the broken heater and the few exceptions of the light fixtures that won’t even turn on if you use too much power at once.

He can even protect you from the sick horrible people tainting your world.

Think of him as the modernized and real life version of Bruce Wayne with the exception of being a stealth spider who will always keep his eyes on you instead of a bat that only comes out at night like some vampire.

So why weren’t you focusing on him? Because you were too focused on scrolling on your phone, the guy you were talking with was more of an idiot than he presumed to leave you for even a second, unknowing Jay was lurking in the shadows waiting for the right moment.

It was the perfect timing, he didn’t even need to do anything to lure the guy away from you. The universe was already helping the hero out for all that he has done. Karma really is a bitch.

Fortunately for you, Jay’s body didn’t listen to his mind as he suddenly shot up from the couch he was sitting on, some people too close to him falling in the process from his abrupt gesture.

His feet carried him past the crowds of people towards you while he shot back the last drops of his drink before handing his empty glass to someone randomly passing by. Pushing back his hair to the slicked back style he noticed so many people love on him, he nitpicked at his dress shirt to make sure it was perfect and free from the touches of others on him.

Even though it would’ve been more enjoyable to have your first encounter not be at a party but it would have to do. It would’ve been much more ideal to have his deliberate plan of precise calculation of the mishap of running into each other unexpectedly leading to falling in love at first sight then him asking you to marry him on the spot and you agreeing instantly. Then he’d whisk you away into the sunset, madly in love. That’s how it’s supposed to go, not in a cramped party with a stench so dirty that it took away from your sweet one.

He focuses on presenting the best version of him to show that he can become the one just for you—any kind of guy you want him to be. You want a husband—a friend, a protector, a pushover that buys everything you look at, that takes care and coddles you whenever you need him to, all while giving you whatever family dynamic you want? He can be just that for you. If you want him to do all the housework while juggling both his careers as you spend his money carelessly for your leisure, consider it done.

His everything is now your anything.

His strides were big and purposeful that you turned your head once you felt a presence nearing behind you. It was different from the guy you were just talking with and were currently waiting for to return. It was something more looming, heavier and down right tensing.

“Excuse me” His voice seeped down your spine like melted honey sticking itself inside of your mind that the heavy dark voice reeked of something that was beyond your reach, success

Dropping your hand to your side while your eyes drank in the man's appearance, quickly noticing the immediate difference in spirit. While the guy you were speaking to was simplistic, sweet, caring and kind, there was an obvious indifference with the man in front of you.

Your insides tingle as he peered onto you, a sharp look in his eyes that enticed you towards him. His demeanor was harsher than any you’ve met before but it was comforting rather than intimidating because underneath all that bark was no bite—you can tell.

Moving your body out of the way, you watched as his arm reached over to the table a whiff of his cologne of musk spiking through the air that picked your nose in the process making you take a larger step back from instability. Your head jerked harsher than intended at the smell reaching the back of your head to your subconscious mind.

Jay’s eyes moved from ahead to the side once he noticed you further away from him. The moving arm halted before reaching out and wrapping at your waist to catch you, flushing your body instantly onto his build to save you from your fall. Your hands pressed up against his chest with a silent yelp, your eyes being wide as you stare at him.

“Careful” The voice scratching your mind instantly, your mouth fell slightly ajar, your heartbeat fluttering against your chest as you stared deeply into his eyes

The harsh gaze was replaced with rawness as if they had been searching for your eyes in this populated world far too long. Feeling your warm body pressed up against his, in his arms. Jay was descending into madness. He cursed at himself for letting it get to this, he wanted the moment to be perfect but now he couldn’t imagine it getting better than this.

Without supple efforts, the world granted him this moment for all that he does in this community. Graceful to have you in his arms, not just a mere feet away. The shimmer of your eyes sparked his insides into a straight wildfire as he gulped down and retracted his arm from you, “Are you okay? Do you need water or a place to sit down?

Whiplashed by the caring demeanor from the stranger fluttered the insides of your chest, your mouth opened and closed to respond but opted to shake your head. His knitted eyebrows gave away his uncertainty and he was going to reach out his hand but quickly brought it back when your friend stood behind you and stared at him with wide eyes.

He smiled kindly at your friend shifting his gaze to you with a hint of sparkle casting over his eyes, his cheeks rounding more with the brighter smile, “Take care of yourself okay?”

Simple words did more than what he wanted and he was floored. Seeing your dazed expression before it disappeared and he dragged his heavy footing against the tile floor and away from you.

You gulped not discreetly admiring the lingering scent from him and the shape of his upper back and shoulders. Your hand flinched but you blinked harshly when you felt a dig at your shoulder snapping you back to reality.

“What was that?! Were you talking to him?” Your friend screeched through the dull music

“Not really?” The unease in your tone let your friend huff out in a hidden annoyance

“Do you know who that is?”

“Am I supposed to?” Your forehead crinkled as you stared at her wondering why she was getting worked up over some random guy at this party

“That’s Park Jongseong. World class trust fund kid from the Park Empire. You might know him better as the one that signed your bonus” Your expression morphed as you peer over your shoulder only to see the crowd surrounding him but to your surprise Jay was looking at you

When he catches you looking at him, the corners of his lips rise into a pleased smile, lifting his glass slightly and you return with a polite smile, your eyes lingering on him for a moment longer, observing how countless people were trying to get his attention but he never looked away from you.

You were the one to break eye contact, Jay saw the faint nibbling at your bottom lip and that excited him. You must’ve been trying to deny the obvious curiosity and need that he can feel raking through your mind all the way from where he is standing because why else would you suddenly leave with your friend, leaving the poor guy to come back only to find you gone. All while not forgetting to shoot one more look over your shoulder back to him.

One inch closer to you.

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Now Jay knew he wasn’t staying at the party the moment you walked past the door. It was like instinct when his body moved on its own to follow you. No one dared to question his sudden leave and all merely watched the driven, forced strides he took out the door.

His head whips from side to side in hopes of spotting you before it is too late. And by some miracle the universe granted him, he spotted you and your friend not too far off in the distance. However, he narrowed his eyes when he realized you were clearly going in the opposite direction of where your place is.

Without much thought, his feet carried him as he followed behind you and your friend. He watched how your arms were hooked with each other to avoid separation, how you didn't look around once to your surroundings.

Thankfully you were blissfully unaware that you never needed to worry about that anymore but by the looks of it, you already weren’t. He’s there to protect you—he means it is why he exists.

As you were walking with your friend, you slowed down before peering over your shoulder. An evident frown stretching your face to the sight of the empty sidewalk.

“What’s wrong?” Your friend questioned when she realized your abrupt stop, you scanned around the area one last time before looking back at her with a smile

“Nothing, just wanted to admire the scenery before we headed back to yours”

Jay, on the other hand standing on a neighboring building rooftop, grinned down when he saw your peering eyes around the area. The wrinkled mask loosened at his palm before he stretched out the opening and dove his head into it without any issues.

Not another moment wasted as he started running off from the rooftop he was on to the next one. His legs running faster than what his mind could comprehend but why would it even matter when he could see how your face scrunched in the wind, how your eyes fluttered close from the gust.

Would you still have those reactions when he is swinging to whisk you into an endless paradise or would you keep your eyes on him forever? What he would do to experience that in this moment.

Shooting his hand to grasp the shot web to follow when you crossed the street to ensure your safety–just like how his duty called for him to do as your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man. You’d never have to worry about the dangers near you because like hell was he going to allow anything to happen to you.

After what felt like decades, you and your friend stopped in front of a townhouse. A rage suddenly flooded Jay when the door opened and it was a male. He gave a sickeningly sweet smile as he moved to the side just enough for the two of you to enter without a care in the world. His heart hurts at the sight, how could you be so trusting towards someone that wasn’t him? Only he can protect you in this life, no one else could care for you the way he could with or without the mask.

His fingers balled into fists, teeth gritting against another but he takes a heavy breath in order to rationalize himself. Roughly shaking his head and shooting a web to land on the building and sending his body forward, he will just need to keep an eye on you all night.

However the closer he got to the random window, a shadow inched closer and your figure appeared. His heart climbed up his throat and he nearly tumbled when the male and your friend gave a small peck on the lips as you reached for the drapes with a drowsy smile of your own.

Turning your head to the window, Jay immediately redirects himself from sight and into the shadows, mixing as one with his black suit and the dark night—an opportunity presenting itself at the palm of his hands that he would dare look over.

Your brows furrowed at the faint whoosh and faint darker shadow. You rubbed your eyes making your vision blur however it fades out when the drapes fall down and block your view.

With a mind too meddled and not hyper focused to a male that you left at the party but had your attention on the sleek outfit of the supposed Park Jongseong. You stared off in the distance for a minute before shaking your head and walked back to your friend and her boyfriend–thankful that he’s letting you sleep the night to pass the hangover to happen.

Yet, when they thought you weren’t looking, you saw how they looked to each other, how they held one another with faint grasp and your heart churned, mouth swishing side to side.

You wanted to get accustomed to the life you now have on your own, focusing on yourself rather than other things but the feel of loneliness started to rise worsen but you didn’t have the leisure to worry about feelings of love when you had to worry about your apartment falling apart and how your unexpected rising paychecks will help pay the bills.

And most importantly trying to push down the anxiety filling you that you hadn’t told anyone about. It was something that made you consciously look over your shoulder, constantly feeling a pair of eyes always on you, but there was never anything that proved that there was.

Deep down you wish for something–anything to be bestowed upon you to entangle yourself with to get your mind off of it and experience the unexpected.

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Adjusting the camera perfectly appointed to your bedroom window. Jay couldn’t be happier because it’s always been on his mind to do this but he was just too scared to actually go through with it.

That was until tonight’s interaction with you, where he felt his fear gone.

He peeked his masked face in frame and while you couldn’t see it physically, you could definitely hear it in his voice when he dictates day 1 of his on-going live stresm of you to your number 1 fan—Spider-Man.

He swung himself to the side of your building and opened the window. One foot after another as he crawls through some barrier that keeps you from him always. Before he could fully immerse into your room, he turns around and waves goodbye, the bright smile never leaving his face.

He really wished there was a clear explanation to it. It wasn’t his fault and just who is he to go against fate.

When he steps foot into your room, his body crumbles to the ground in relief of being back home.

Ripping off his mask and taking a waft of air at your lingering scent in the air. Jay picks up his head from the floor and looks around, the smell in the air is different and he notices the mess scattered around your room.

You must’ve been stressed for the party, he means you rarely go out that isn’t for your job, groceries, or for the walks to reconnect with nature. So he could only assume that you went all out. It must’ve been so cute having you run around your room to look as gorgeous as you did tonight.

Pushing himself onto his feet and neatly placing his mask on your bed, he turns to take in your entire room. With quiet steps after another, he walks over to your rundown vanity. The scratches on the wood at the side but the clear polish made it shine clear that he notes down to either revamp your entire apartment or have you come live with him right off the bat to save you.

The tips of his fingers glided across the jewelry sprawled out, he picked up on the discarded ring and ran it carefully over his fingers. He smiled softly before lifting his left hand and placing it at the tip of his ring finger.

Looking back to the mess on your vanity, he sees the brand new opened perfume bottle. He carefully pocketed the ring into his pocket and picked up the bottle and brought it to his nose, inhaling deeply to memorize the new scent, his eyes fluttering close as he hummed.

How long were you keeping this saved? You must’ve been waiting for the perfect time to showcase this and he can only picture you excitedly spraying the mist onto your skin in hopes that it lasts you the entire night.

It makes me mad to think he wasn’t the first one to smell it but he was sure to be the last to. But it was more sad to anyone with poor senses or in general, that it would’ve faded but not for him. He can smell it like how it must’ve smelt like when you first put it in. His head felt dizzy the more inhales he took with it directly under his nose.

Tightening the hold on the bottle, he rips his head away in a huff of fresh air. When he opens his eyes, that’s when the bottle falls to the floor but unseemingly keeping its structure and not shattering the glass. His steps are robot-like, his breath hitching the closer he gets to your bed.

Surely it's not what he thinks it is, there is no way that you would’ve- But you did.

Your crumbled up panties discarded right next to his mask.

Jay lost his balance as he tumbled to his knees and crawled towards the undergarment. The gloved covered hands reached out to hover over the piece, he loudly sucked a breath at the burn through his suit to his skin when he was right above it.

He was unwilling to lose this moment, his mind shuts off to grab the soft material and he slowly raises it. Your panty hangs from his finger before he stretches out to maniacally laugh at the sight of the garment—a used one at that. Bringing it closer to his face, he nudged his nose to make his head heavy and lull to the side in a chase of the sweet scent.

Quickly engulfing his entire face into the scent. his body growing weak that he plops on your bed and his feet kicking him up until he lands square in the ruined bedding. It was nothing compared to the one at his but it feels more like paradise than anything he’s ever gotten close to.

Curling up into himself, he rubbed into your panties, inhaling the dizzying scent that filled his lungs. Your sheets even smelt like you, his hand gripped at them and toyed with the fabric under his whitening knuckles.

“Fuck” He groaned softly as he jerked his lower body for a relief of friction, “So sweet” He slurred his speech

Rocking his body into your mattress, each jerk sending a wave of pleasure down south. He held your used panty tighter as he stuck on his tongue and dragged it across the fabric. It wasn’t your pussy but it’ll have to do.

A loud groan ripped from his throat at the faint taste that melted onto his taste bud making him lightheaded.

He knows he shouldn’t be here in the first place, he needs to be patrolling the night. Yet, knowing that you were safe and sound, the weight on his shoulders disappeared and all worries melted away.

Jay continued to rock his hips harder into your mattress, his hand digging the panties harder over his mouth and nose with a need of more. The desire for the mere item to consume him whole but not able to frustrated him yet, it made him harder.

“S-Shit” He messily blabbed through your panties to your sheets. Gripping the undergarment with his teeth and tugging at the item as he shifted his position, he laid flat on his stomach and he moaned at the new friction

His body felt light like how it always feels whenever he was swinging around the city late at night. Jay’s fist tightened over his face, forcing himself to only inhale the fragrance of you. The shifts at his cock, his eyes fluttered down to the growing wet patch through his suit. A blush burned his cheeks however his heart raced at the revelation.

A sharp breath and a harsher thrust into your bed had him whining loudly, his bottom lip shivering at the feel. Each movement tickles his length, Jay’s heart raced at the thought that you’ve slept in this very place—comfortably curled in your bed, switching side to side to find the perfect position.

The small sleeping habits you have of cuddling your pillow close to your chest that your breasts pop out or how you prefer sleeping on one side more than the other but his favorite, the one he relished in every second of every single day when he saw it, is when you hike up your leg and there is a clear view of the shape of your ass.

There were times that we swore he could make out the mound shape of your cunt.

A twitch of his cock made him whimper as he rutted his hips faster, the lack of oxygen causing his eyes to feel heavy and unable to lift themselves for more than a second before dropping closed. “Please. More, I need you” He panted heavily

Trying to regulate his breathing was a failure when all of his senses were filled with you and yet, he wouldn’t want it any other way. He rocks his hips to the side before motioning them up and down. Moving his head in the same motion, he took deep breaths, he stuck out his tongue again and dragged it over the damping undergarment. Opening his mouth his fingers dig the material into his mouth to clamp his teeth down on it.

He slightly choked at the object in his mouth, gagging around the material as he pushed it down further his throat. Something was taking over his mind, a dark cloud forming that engulfed him whole. A needed to swallow you up, to urge to merge his body with yours so that you shelter and hold his all within a piece of you.

A smearing of his soul with yours like how the symbiote smeared into his.

Loud strained noises bounced off your bedroom walls as his hips stuttered, his throat constricting around the soft fabric before being coughed open as he moaned loudly when the knot in his stomach snapped and the wet feeling formed at his groin. He shakes in your bed at the exhilaration and his teeth clamping harder down your panties, rubbing his head over the material as he continues to slowly move his hips.

Every movement made him jolt at the stimulation yet, that didn’t stop him. He continued to rut even faster, a hazy feeling in his head made him feel like consciousness was slowly slipping in and out of him. Unsure if it was the leftover alcohol in his system or just you, he hoped it was the latter because he needed more of it.

Each weak thrust made the stimulation worse, his cock jumping but the dampening only worsened. His release spreads through his suit and onto your sheets, messing up a patch on them. After years of having nothing and months of not even touching himself, it all accumulated over time. The restraints held his growing hard-on back but he doesn’t know how much longer he can contain himself.

He reaches to the neckline to slowly tug at the spandex and slowly peel it off his sweaty skin. Without the uniform he is Park Jay—Park Jongseong the man you don’t pay attention to but with due time you will.

Thankfully, he doesn’t fret when it comes to exposing himself for you regardless of who he is portraying—Spider-Man, Jay, Jongseong, or whatever. He will drop the depths of heaven, hell and earth for you if you ask. In return all he asks is for your love and heart for life.

Since now Jay offers his all to you, body and soul.

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It was freezing cold. Anyone in their right mind would be bundled up to beat it, you just seemed to not follow through. Because fucking hell, you being stripped naked, sprawled on your bed and legs spread wide open to the side thanks to the package hosting the silicone pleasure finally arrived that you didn’t hesitate to use it to release the built up frustration.

Jay was on his merry way to do his last check in on you at the end of the week where he allows himself to wind down and listen to the weekly checkup you do with your friend through the phone.

But he noticed the time swinging around for the 5th time, instead of usually being in bed and sleeping. Your lamp was still on, especially considering how you try to ration your electricity to minimize the bill.

It wasn’t a surprise nor new when he swung closer by your window to check what’s going on. He never thought he’d see something like that so soon but it was perfect.

Even if there was a glass preventing him from reaching you, he swore he could feel the warmth of your body. The cold sweater weather diminished to nothing as you plunged the toy deep inside of your glistening cunt.

The muffled sound of squelching and lewd sounds from inside your room lulled him and swung him around like a Marinette that you controlled.

While it wasn’t too far off from the truth considering how everything he does is for you, it didn’t demolish the feeling he was still getting. In his mind, he would do anything you could ever wish from him. How you would use that against him is something he could only wonder but dream for.

Forced to peek through the corner of your window, he watched you breathe heavily, your body withering every now and then to the pleasure.

Even if he may have been under the weather at first of your purchase, Jay reminds himself it’s for the better. Since he can’t be with you and take care of you the way he should be, you have to improvise until it is time.

He doesn’t know how much time he spent, the black mask blending into the night that he knew no one could see him. What he did know was that he should be heading home soon because he has an early meeting and he’ll hear it from his secretary if he’s a minute late.

But you were a sight that he couldn’t rip himself away from. Jay’s heart was hammering out of his chest that even if you were separated from him, there was no way you couldn’t hear it.

Your body was arching off your bed, seeming that you found the spot that had you seeing stars. You slapped a hand over your mouth to what he assumes it to mute the sounds coming from you but he grows angry.

He growls through his teeth and presses his ear against the wall not caring of the thud he made because he was more concerned of not hearing the beautiful sounds he knows were omitting from you.

He peeks through his peripheral view with the side of his face plastered on the freezing surface to the sight of your contorting face, the hand that held your mouth now fisting the sheets and your bottom lip raw by how much you kept biting on it.

While Jay couldn’t do much trying to support his body to your wall like a bug, he felt the excitement rushing through his body and he felt dizzy. He couldn’t take his eyes off of your body, how your shirt bundled over your tits, your nipples perked from the cold breeze and the goosebumps all over your skin.

Your pussy on full display and spread apart by the rather small toy. It shines like a diamond being reflected by light just by how wet you are. His heart aches at the thought of leaving you like this. That you had gone so long without someone taking care of you that this resorted to this method of false pleasure.

But he wants to scold you more for carelessly leaving your blinds and curtains wide open to the possibility of weirdos out there watching you.

Thankfully, you always have him to look out for you and wouldn’t allow some sicko to get near you or even have the thought of doing so. He takes a mental note to build something that doesn’t allow anyone else to look in or out.

There should be no reason why people need to look inside the humble abode that is yours even if it may be run down and not the best. It was still yours, and the saying goes. Whatever is yours is his and whatever is his, is completely and utterly yours.

So he will abide by it, he’ll make sure you do the same. That’s why he shifted on his arm carrying his entire body, he struggled to cup his hurting cock but when he grasped it, he let out a strained moan. He softly knocked his head to the wall and fluttered his eyes shut.

Even with the thin layer of clothing blocking him, it felt more than if he was stripped naked because he was doing it with you. Each push of the toy into your glistening hole, he rutted into his hand to mimic the pace.

There was a chase he was craving and this would be able to subside for now. The hard grasping on the restrained hard-on had his bottom lip quivering and still, he kept repeating the motions to follow your own thrust.

He swore with how close he had his ear pushed up to your window that he could hear the noises as if they were being directly spewed into his ear. It was a dizzying feeling how tightly he gripped around him like how you clamping down the toy.

Your erratic movements while you chased the high nearly made him come in his suit. He knew it would be a hassle to clean again, not even after a few days later than the original wash, but it was worth it.

But seeing how you twisted your perked nipples and your moving hand on the toy rubbed your palm down on your clit making you wail muffled in the shirt stuffed into your mouth. The perfect arch of your back that you seemed to have found just the spot.

It didn’t take much for him but it did take everything out of him when he came into the suit and he still chased after his hand. He bit down on his bicep to conceal his whines to not get caught. He felt like a fly or more like a spider on your wall, watching and making a home in your home until you ultimately catch him and squish him to his demise.

This was his testament of his words of letting you ingest him.

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You were too paranoid to be getting spooked so late in the night that you nearly tumbled back in your chair at the sound of a loud thud coming right out from your window. Catching yourself before you could fully fall, you rushed up from your chair having it screech from under you to grab the nearest object instantly.

This was how the people died in horror movies and you wouldn’t go down without a fight.

You hesitantly walked over and yanked the curtains open but you loudly yelped seeing a squished body plaster onto your window like a bug. Dropping the item at hand and hastily opening your window to allow the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man to fall through. You yelped again when he thudded to the bedroom floor on his knees.

“Oh my god- Are you okay?!” Jay’s head was pounding faster than his own heart which was more than ironic, he felt so off that he couldn’t fully understand what was happening

In a weak attempt to push himself off the floor to his aching feet that felt numb at the touch, he managed to wobbly stand. His knees were shaking to support his body but he didn’t feel like he was in any control—as if he ever was to begin with. It felt like if he took a step of even three centimeters, he would topple over.

So he did the only rational thing he could think of in his smeared mind. Silently hissing when he tried to raise his arms out towards you, your eyes widening at the sight of his beat up zombie-like movement until he reached you. The weight of his world landed onto your shoulders in that instance, however, instead of feeling an expected burden, you felt lighter.

“H-Hey?” You softly called out but it was no use when his sudden body weight pulled you into him making you shriek in an attempt to stabilize yourself and his body, “Spider-Man? Are you okay?!” You tapped at his back in a shaky laugh in an attempt to make him wake up

Your eyes darted around your room in worry of what to do because you never anticipated to have Spider-Man passed out in your arms in the middle of your room.

How the hell is one supposed to take care of him?

“I’m going to call an ambulance! Just hang in there please?” You helpless pleaded as if he could hear what you were saying, you tried to walk not even a meter from where you standing to carefully push the dead-weight off of yours and straight to your bed

The recoil of the new weight on your mattress flabs under his body, where you properly saw his state. A teared up suit exposing his honey tan skin, the peek of his muscles flexed even when he wasn’t flexing that made your fingers unknowingly twitch, a clear sight of his broad back and wide shoulders as he laid, and the sight of bruises forming and cuts from the ripped fabric caused your face to scrunch.

He must’ve been in a bad figh- Wait what?

Your face dropped when you saw his mask, the one that conceals his identity, shredded at the bottom. His chapped mouth slightly ajar as he took heavy breaths and a crack right in the middle of his bottom lip separating the dried up flesh into two.

Quickly turning your body around, sucking in a breath with a tight lip. Your heartbeat is nearly ripping out of your chest. Swallowing down your nerves, you peeked over your shoulder to look straight at the exposed lower half of his face. You dim lamp casting shadows on your bed of his figure.

You can’t send him to the hospital. Not in this state. His identity would be at stake, you couldn’t do that to the one that sacrifices his life in saving the city from trouble.

Such a sharp bruised jawline that could cut you in half without any resistance made your inside twinge. Inching closer to him, your hands fisted at your side in worry, “Spider-Man?” You level your head to his and hovered an ear over his mouth

When a faint breath tickled your ear, you jerked back and looked towards the sprawled body on your bed and to your glee, his chest raising up and down in an semi-even manner. A sense of relief washed over, hesitantly your hand raised towards the current exposed neck to examine the forming bruise.

“I am so sorry” Your apology landed deaf in his ear as you pressed two fingers behind his ear

When you felt the jumping pulse you let out an even heavier exhale however glancing over his neck muscles, you took another look to the shaped birthmark at the side. You pulled your hand away to shake off the imaginary burn from it just by touching his skin.

If you couldn’t take him to the hospital, then you needed to treat him yourself. You cursed under your breath and creased your forehead roughly before sighing heavily and straightening out your posture.

Quickly rummaging around your rundown apartment for any spare first-aid to treat the masked hero currently passed out in your room. You came back to see him looking comfortable on your bedding. A face so at ease like he was home that it made your insides twist in itself.

How does he manage to look so at peace if you were willing to call it that when he is beat up and dripping blood on your favorite sheets. Forced to have the world’s sins on his shoulders, you commend him for all that he does especially when having to deal with those who under-appreciate him. If you were asked, you’d choose him over all the snobs that run this city.

Situating yourself more comfortably on your knees and pushing in his sprawled arms to focus on treating the bodily injuries first before even attempting to look back up to the half covered face.

While he had no reaction to you treating his wounds, you reacted for him. It was like you could feel his pain within yourself and it felt weird. It was too raw, too real for your liking.

Trying to focus on anything else in hopes to look past the tingly sensation under your skin when you touched his skin. You couldn’t ignore the admiration you had for the body under the suit but you most definitely couldn’t ignore the settling sense of comfort with him around now.

You twisted your body in order to reach the places that were out of sight. You groaned at the stretch of your aching muscles but quickly stopped. Some pain you must be experiencing huh.

While it didn’t matter what was said about the masked man through the countless media on him—He was a hero in your eyes.

Each injury you treated and spot you cleaned kept getting higher and higher until you reached his neck. You stop when you run a wet cloth over the birthmark, admiring it for a second longer.

You knew Spider-Man to be real, how could you not. But experiencing him like this, seeing the little discoloring on his neck reminded you that he was human. You just wished people saw him that way too besides a crime fighting weapon.

“Oh Spider-Man…” You softly call out until your eyes trailed up to the corners of his mouth, your words died on your tongue with the attentive focus you gave to the bruises and cuts on the patch of skin you could see

The tips of your fingers hovered over his face but you snapped yourself out of it to focus on your care for him. You wince any time you put a little more pressure than intended when wiping the blood that splatters his face.

You whispered countless apologies hoping his subconscious would pick up on them. When you finished the most you could do before the rest of his face was covered by the mask.

Staring at the cover a thought crossed your mind and while it seemed logical, you weren’t sure it was the best approach. What if there were more injuries under his mask? What if he could be bleeding out? They seemed irrational but not too far fetched considering just how beat up he was when he waltzed in.

But against your better judgment, you only wished that none of that was the case and that it was merely exhaustion that kept him asleep.

You retract your hand from the side of his face after adjusting his head perfectly and comfortably on your pillow. You wipe your hands against each other and stare at the male laying in your bed. There was something about him that made you think harder than you should. There was no reasoning behind you to feel like this, especially for him but there was the familiar sensation and musk that made your face scrunch.

You shook your head and placed the empty aid kit to the side and sighed. It was already dead of night and there was nowhere else for you to sleep.

“I’ll be right back Mr. Spider-Man” But catching a glimpse of his twitching finger made you freeze, you whip your attention back to him for any other sign but the soft raise of his chest with each breath he took led to diminished hope

Something in that movement spoke louder than any word or sound that he could utter. Choosing to focus on the greater scheme—not letting anything else happen to him, you situate yourself back on the floor against your nightstand.

Letting out a sigh, you stare off in the distance seeing the clock on your desk ticking

reaching well past the time you usually stay up. “I read somewhere that you can still hear even if you're unconscious”

“I don’t know how true that is” You chuckle and shrug your shoulders, “But it seems to work for everyone in the movies so I’m thinking why not try it?”

“Life is pointless if you don’t take risks, isn’t that right Spider-Man?” Looking up to the resting man not expecting a response but deep down hoping for some sign of agreement whether it comes from him or wherever

The corner of your mouth pulls to the side while releasing yet another heavy sigh. “I should listen to my own words right? Staying in this crappy place and city just to prove a point, it seems stupid but I’m a stubborn person”

“I just want to be seen you know—Well you’re seen everyday” You trailed off before picking up on your rant, “What I mean is that, I want to be taken seriously”

“And if I want that to come true I’m going to do everything I can to make sure it happens. Circumstances are different but isn’t it the same for you?” You turn your attention back to him and see him very well fast asleep

You shake your head unbelieving that the bottle emotions being let out to Spider-Man of all people, a man of so many worries and yet managed to juggle it all. You push yourself off and look down to him. Adjusting the sheets over his chest, you smiled softly, “You already risk your life everyday fighting crime, always taking the risk of your life for the betterment of our city”

“I just can’t help but wonder what drives you to do it? Because you have a heart of gold and purity? Or because you were granted this opportunity and you’re choosing to seize it” You pat his covered bodied one last time before walking out of your room and just right when you were going to turn off the light you look behind one last time

“Whatever the case may be, I know you’re not like anyone else in this city and that’s a breath of fresh air” You smile and switch off the lights, “Goodnight Spider-Man”

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Jay quite literally launches himself from your bed to the floor in an instant. He looks around with worry and heavy pants, even though he feels like he just received the best sleep of his life, he doesn’t remember the last time he slept that good before.

There was a fight, the cops showed up and it was done. He was on his way back home so why wasn’t he home?

His vision is clouded and his body aches terribly and he looks down on his body to see the bandages wrapped around his body but what caught his attention was the rapid footsteps nearing closer and the sudden burst of the bedroom door wide open and there stood you with worry all over.

There’s been many instances where he’s felt his heart drop the pit of his stomach but this has to be at the top of the list. Seeing you standing there, watching how you acknowledge his presence carefully.

“You’re awake” You sounded almost relieved to see him there and he tried to remember what happened that led to this

“I-I” His words jumbled together trying to articulate some type of response that didn’t end with him embarrassing himself in front of you, “I’-I’m uh making a mess right now”

What the fuck was that? Was that seriously the best thing he could come up with but the thought melted away when he realized it was in fact the best thing he could come up with because it finally registers in his mind that he is in your apartment. He was standing in the very bedroom he’s been in multiple times and you aren’t freaking out seeing him there.

Instead you're worried for him.

You let out a chuckle, “Sheets can be cleaned” Your words faded because it was the great horror come to life

Spider-Man lost his memory and now the city has lost the only real protector and it was all your fault-

“Thank you” Jay noticed how your face contorted when he breathlessly praised you

“What?” The way you looked at with him wide eyes, a shocked expression making his heart churn at the sight, you looked unreal and it was something to die for

You looked so helpless, so innocent even though he knew you were far from that. He’s seen it with his own two eyes. Your face when you become undone, the unshameful noises as your body chases through the pleasure to make it become unbearable, and the bashful expression when you slipped and cleaned the toy up to place it into a box under your bed before hitting the lights out.

“For patching me up. I mean I got my ass handed to me and I guess accidentally met face first with your window when swinging away” He smiles but the cold breeze hitting his face felt more raw than usual and when his hand reaches to touch to bareness of his lower half, he stops for a moment

“I didn’t take off your mask I swear!” You rushed out in one breath, “I was only working with what I could see, I promise I didn’t take off”

Your ramble stops when Jay laughs and you stay rooted in place. You didn’t say anything until he stopped clutching his stomach from laughing so hard. “It’s okay I believe you” He sighs happily when stops the laughter

You knitted your brows in confusion, “You’re just going to take my word for it? What if I have a picture of your face on my phone and send it to some random news outlet to headline?”

“Well do you?” While you couldn’t see it, you certainly could feel the pointed eyebrow raise he had while asking

“Of course not”

“Then problem averted and no need to worry” Jay smiles and you see the curves of his cheekbones and dimples popping out from it

“You have dimples” You mindlessly pointed out but quickly sucked in a breath, “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to say that out loud”

“It’s okay and yeah I have them but I can’t say they’re very noticeable” Jay tried to hold back the bigger smile wanting to show when your gaze kept flickering between his cover and exposed half, “But they're there I promise”

He couldn’t wrap his head that he was having a full fledged conversation with you and instead of his body immediately shutting down, he was thriving. The initial pain from the fight last night was non-existence now in your presence.

Jay touched the edges of his ripped mask and sighed heavily realizing that he would have to stitch it back together or completely replace it and make a new one. Either way it was more work for him.

“What happened?” You softly asked and Jay was suddenly reminded he was standing in the middle of your room, he looks back up to your relaxed posture but wary eyes

“Oh nothing I just realized I have to fix my mask now” It was obvious you were contemplating something but he stayed silent to wait for you to speak

“Do you know how to sew or fix it?”

“No” Jay doesn’t know what took over him to lie but seeing how your eyes lit up before clearing your throat and rubbing your nape, he knew it was the right choice, “I don’t know how I’m going to get it fixed in all honesty”

“I-I uh I could fix it…” Your voice trails off and he purposefully pretends he couldn’t hear you just to hear you repeat it again, “I could uhm fix it for you if you want..?”

“It’ll take me a while but I’m sure I can do it” You tried to fake confidence and Jay couldn’t contain himself as he rubs the bottom half of his face to conceal the smile, “That is if you’re okay with it of course!”

There was no way to describe what he was feeling. It was far too much in his heart and soul to explain it but it made him frenzied, almost manic but most importantly it made him feel alive.

“I’d be more than happy to have you help me” Jay smiles warmly and you could tell it was genuine

“Only if you say yes” You murmur and Jay didn’t think his smile could grow any wider than what it is now

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From the morning he woke up in your room to now, he’s surprised you allowed it so easily but he isn’t one to complain about gaining your trust over just like that. He just needs you to be more careful of the cynical people out there that could take advantage of your kindness for their sick desires.

He walked on your ceiling, with your permission of course—he isn’t a monster, he has his manners, as he listened to the advice you’re giving him after he ranted to you for over 30 minutes with no interruptions.

Jay knew the mask gave him more confidence when it came to talking with you. It felt like he was finally listened to apart from being Park Jongseong, renowned rising businessman or the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man. You were listening to him as his rawest form, Park Jay—A man of many tales, waiting to tell you every story.

He sighs and jumps from clinging to the ceiling to your floor and sighs heavily as he rests his body flat on his back and looks over to you. While you may have been turned away from him, he swore he could feel seen by you.

At his heavy sigh, you peer over your shoulder into your darkened room only to see the faint silhouette of Spider-Man’s bare face. In the beginning, you hated seeing him wear the shredded mask to conceal his identity while you worked on his new mask. So you offered an alternative choice that he can take off his mask to relieve himself from it but the room remains dark besides your desk lamp as you worked and to prevent you from seeing him.

In all honesty, you preferred it that way. You didn’t care for what was under the mask because you knew inside—his heart was full of sincerity.

“Are you okay?” You asked and you could hear the shuffling from behind you

“Yeah I am. It’s just…” He trails off but you quickly usher him to continue by giving him your undivided attention, you turn your body around and leave his mask laying at your desk

The room was too dark to see the hidden man but not enough to consume his laying figure. You could feel his gaze and you awkwardly shifted under it but not because of why you usually do it.

Ever since the masked hero showed up in your life, the tantalizing anxiety you felt like someone was always watching disappeared instantly. You were replaced with a calm peace, no longer being taken over by the dread of having to look over your shoulder constantly and checking your surroundings to see nothing.

Jay smiles to himself before resting his hands behind his head and stares at your ceiling, “You should put something on your ceiling, it’s too bland”

You scoff hearing his remark and roll your eyes, he pokes the inside of his cheek with his tongue to stifle a giggle, “What? I’m being serious, walking up there is so boring”

“Oh I’m so sorry! Next time I go shopping, I’ll be sure to buy glow in the dark stars for you” You scoff and that thought juts his heart harshly against his chest

You turn your body around to get back on task but hearing the footsteps, you freeze at the warmth presence behind you. An urge to turn around was strong but you had a stronger will to not dare to turn around.

You didn’t want to expose him when it was clear he didn’t want to be seen. But that thought slowly melted away as you heard his soft chuckle. It was dark, heavy and airy, quickly making the back of your hairs stand without any words uttered.

“I would like that a lot” Your hands balled on your lap when his hot breath fanned your ear, “I have a gift for you” His voice was sticky and warm like honey as he looked ahead to your desk board and chuckles to himself

Your gaze raises only slightly to focus at the board written with your to do list and pictures from days you could never forget. You only put them recently or more specifically the same day Spider-Man saw his way out of your window into the day after unintentionally spending the night for you treating him.

“Why a gift?” Jay smiles and keens his head to see how you only looked ahead, not daring to even take a sneak peek at him, “I mean you didn’t have to get me anything”

He hovers your shoulder, his eyes sparkling at you as he keeps himself from laying on it, “But I wanted to” You could hear the pout in his voice and you let out a relieved sigh when he pulled away

Jay smirks that you hadn’t moved an inch but the sound of his web shooting from wherever makes you whip your head only to be met with flowers hanging in front of you.

You jerk back from the sudden appearance of the bouquet but you gasp softly realizing it’s accumulated with your favorite flowers. You reached to pick them from the anchor he made for you, “How did you… They’re not in season right now”

“When you’re on a mission, anything is possible. And I really wanted to get a pretty bouquet for a beautiful person” Jay kneels to the ground and thumped his back to meet your the back chair making you squeak in shock

His soft words made your heart jump, “These are my favorites actually”

“Oh really? Lucky guess” Jay hums which he knew was far from the truth, he did his research, it wasn’t hard for someone like him and he’d do it all over again to see that twinkle in your eye and sweet smile

You bring the flowers close to your chest and hug them with just enough pressure. It’s been far too long since you received anything like this so the thought and process made you feel giddy.

“You really didn’t have to get anything for me-” You wanted to say a name, any name that wasn’t correlated to the hero but you’re reminded he isn’t your friend. You were a civilian helping him out even though you know things no stranger should know about the hero, “Spider-Man” You finish your sentence like a harsher reminder of the relation

“I know I didn’t have to but I wanted to, that’s the difference ” Jay plays with the fabric of the spandex anxiously that he may have gone too far but when you reach behind and pat his shoulder he freezes

“Thank you” Your soft voice ached his soul even more, his body becoming rigid and any thought or control he had was swiped away the moment you patted his shoulder

“Of course” He automatically responded until you lingered your hand away and he tried to bring himself back from the cloud his head was in

Just the sliver of your touch managed to ruin him and yet, he’d let you do more. Ruin him to your heart's desire and that would be the minimum of the things he allows you to do to him. There was no limit to your wishes for him.

“It’s a little cold here don’t you think?” He clears his throat to try and divert the conversation elsewhere from his shaken self and it seems it was in his favor as you strained a laugh

He looks up and sees you rubbing your nape, “The heater is always broken”

“Doesn’t it get really cold in here?” You wondered how he knew just how cold it could get in here but he read your mind, “My place is the same way when the heat is off”

“Just a little” You hide your face into the flowers because even though he couldn’t see the flush burning your cheeks, you didn’t want any suspicion of it, “I think I just got used to it”

“Do you feel it?”

Jay lays his full body against your chair and knocks his head back with a soft thud, he peers up and sees how you didn’t turn around once, “Nope”, his body burns even in your freezing cold apartment when he looks up and sees the back of your head,“Yeah I don’t feel it at all”

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You were on a casual walk, your bundled self keeping you warm until you made it back home with hopes that the landlord managed to fix your heater again for the 20th time ever since you moved in.

But when you were passing through a small park near your place, you nearly fell when someone bumped into you from behind. You snap your head back to see the same male you saw at the party in front of you. The words your friend said ringing through your mind as you took in his appearance. Dressed in a sleek black suit, a long trench coat covering him and a scarf wrapped over his neck for an extra layer of clothing. A watch still glimmering in the clouded skies that you realize it was a success you would never reach any time soon.

He was on the phone and he looked far from happy but he looked even more mortified when he saw you.

Jay had been so busy all day that he didn't have time to check up on you throughout the day so the moment he escaped the office, he went straight to yours. But the moment of peace was disrupted when his very stressed out secretary talked about him coming to the office to close off a deal and while, all it would take is a simple signature to end it, nothing more than 5 minutes, Jay wasn’t coming back. The time he spared for work ended and you were back to being the one that he spent his time with whether it was at yours or watching you.

His mouth opened and closed, the voice on the other line screaming for his attention and your bundled up self staring right at him. You weren’t supposed to be on your walk today, it was far too cold and you never left yours in this weather unless it was for work.

But you were dressed in casual clothing and no signs of dread from your job was visible. You furrowed your eyes watching strained noises leave his capped lips and noticed a cracking down the middle that your mind went to the masked hero who you knew you’d see tonight.

You expected some type of apology but when he walked right past you, knuckles whitening at the grip on his phone and he continued to speak through the phone made you loudly scoff. You whip around to look at him but you jerked back seeing that he was gone.

“How..? Unfuckingbelievable” You dust yourself off from the touch of him on your clothes, “Bumps into me and can’t give a simple apology? He’s just like everyone else in this damn city”

You roll your eyes to not get worked up over nothing but you felt irked that he lacked any mannerism. Even if he was good looking and had money that could put anyone to shame, it doesn’t excuse him. Loudly huffing, you swing yourself back and with harsh steps continue your path back to yours.

Yet, when you were growing nearer your place, you felt a shiver run up your spine. Not from the cold but rather from an unease feeling rising, you cursed under your breath that it was back again. You haven’t felt this in a while that you almost forgot about it completely.

Anxiously looking around to people walking past you, minding their own business. It didn’t make sense why this feeling was back, “I was doing so good” You murmured under your breath and rushed through the apartment building door for some solitude

You see the landlord with a raised hand to flag you down, “Hey I was just in your apartment and-” You apologize just loud enough as you rush towards the stairs to quickly get to your apartment, forgetting how to control your worry when you’re by yourself after so long of not feeling this

The moment you pushed your apartment door, you ignored the clear icy cold air and locked the door behind you and rushed towards your bedroom. You flickered your lights on to illuminate the dimming room as the sun was setting. Trying to regulate your shaky breathing, you mimicked the breathing exercises you saw online to help with anxiety.

But the faint tap at your window made you jump and clash on your desk. The knock grew harder when you weren’t answering and you could feel your heart pounding out of your chest.

You took a step back against the nearest wall of your room and stared with teary eyes towards your window. Unsure of how you used to do it before without breaking down, you realize you were too accustomed to the hero you’ve been spending time with and the feeling disappearing because of him.

That was when it clicked in your mind when the words, “It’s me!” Muffled through loud enough for you to hear

You hesitantly walked over to your window and pulled the two barriers just enough to see the shredded black mask. Jay was going to yell for you again but when he catches the smallest glimpse of movement, he stops.

“Hey it’s me” He calls out again in a much softer tone and you hastily opened your window, pushing the blinds and curtain out of the way, he sees your tear stained face

He quickly finds himself in and lets the blind thud back into place as he holds your shoulders in worry. Jay, who was watching you practically run through the door and into the building, froze in shock. Nothing happened that would’ve caused you to act like that when you were walking back, he was following you to make sure that you made it back safely.

But seeing you terrified as you look around for whatever reason, he knew that he would not be going back to the office like how he promised his secretary just as he got off the phone. He found some random alley to rip off his clothes and slip on the shredded mask and swing toward your apartment building.

He didn’t care if people were taking pictures at the sight of Spider-Man. He was nervous about why you suddenly acted scared and seeing you so distraught broke his heart.

“Woah, what’s wrong? Is everything okay?” He asked but grunted when you launched yourself into his arms and wrapped your arms over his back

Jay shut down the moment you wrapped over his waist. It wasn’t anything like the pat on his shoulder you usually do and he wasn’t sure if he could handle it. You were so close that he managed to get a whiff of your scent and he buried his head into your body to silently inhale more of your scent. You were shaking and neither of you were sure if it was from the cold or something else but you clawed at his back in need.

When you feel the strong pair of arms wrap around you like a blanket, your tensed shoulders dropped and you sighed in relief, “I’m sorry” You spoke into his chest but the hero shook his head and tightened his grip on you

“Don’t” He whispers into your ear and you swore you hear the smile in it, “It’s okay, I’m here now”

“Can you please stay the night?” You were too frightened to stay alone and it was far reached but selfishly you wanted to keep the hero closer to you tonight

Jay tried to minimize the shake of his hand but it did nothing, he pressed his weight into your body as he stabilized himself on his feet. It was instant how his body shut down the moment you asked that for him.

You figured the silence was your answer but instead he held you tighter which you didn’t think possible. “Fuck” You heard him mutter under his breath, “Of course I can. I can stay as long as you need me to”

You bury your head into his body, allowing the safe haven to consume you whole.

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“Please take the bed” Fighting with the mask hero was a losing battle, he was as equally, if not even more stubborn than you are, “I can just take the couch, it’s okay”

“I rather lay my life down than let you sleep on the couch. You can take your own bed and I’ll take the couch. Hell, I’ll even take the floor if you asked me to stay in the room” You stare at the male in shock, he was so determined to make you stay but you were too

That’s how you find the ultimatum, “The bed is big enough for two people” Of course Jay knew that, having rested in it multiple times whether you were home or not. However, there weren’t enough words in the world that could describe what Jay is experiencing but it could merely be described as utter euphoria

He poked the inside of his cheek to hold his smile, you were too kind for this world that he’d have to do everything in his power to make sure no weirdos get near you. Don’t you know the world is such a scary place for a kind soul like you to be so offering? Maybe you already did because why else would you cuddle into his chest if not to hide yourself away from the world.

Thankfully, it was just him and not some sicko slimy hands that would taint your radiance.

“You look funny in my clothes” You point out the contrasting clothing on the male instead of his usual black spandex suit, his chest vibrates as he laughs and you can’t control the corner of your lips going up

“It was either that or sleeping in my suit. It’s quite comfy I can’t lie but your clothes are better” You laugh at him and the way you shook in his hold with the fill of laughter so close to him bursted his heart out

Adjusting yourself just enough where you could look up but not enough to see his face to see the bottom half of his lips curling and the unclear birthmark on his neck. “Is it a heart or a butterfly?” Jay knew what you were talking and he shrugged his shoulders and peered down to you

“It can be whatever you want it to be” You lightly chuckled at the cheesy line but your heart thumped in your chest

Your hand travels in between your squished bodies until you trace the neckline of your shirt and Jay’s breath shudders, feeling your fingers trailing it on his skin. He fluttered his eyes closed to feel you.

When your finger grazed the bare skin to follow the birthmark, he tightened his hold on you and held his breath. The way you carefully traveled and traced repeatedly the discolored mark. You tilt your head as you observed it, “I think it’s a butterfly”

“Then it’s a butterfly” Jay couldn’t respond anymore, he would be a mess if he did. It was taking everything his power to conceal the person within but he shook with need to. The way you could be together if you only knew

“Your heart is beating really fast you know that” He curses in his head trying to think of some excuse, “It’s comforting”

“Is it?” You could hear the confusion in his voice but you nestled your cheek in the built chest and softly nodded your head

“Because it means that you’re real” You slurred the ending of your sentence as your eyelids grow heavy that you couldn’t keep them up any longer

It was a mistake falling asleep on the male but with all tension disappearing with being in his protective arms, the honey like voice and a comforting familiarity, it eased you to rest.

“What was that?” Jay leaned in to catch what you said but when he caught your weak apology, he sighs and slowly rubs your back to lull you to sleep, he brings your closer to his warming body as he hover his lips over your forehead and presses them softly against your skin, “I’m not going anywhere sweetheart”

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There was something off the moment he arrived. Your smile didn’t reach your eyes like it always did when he knocked on your window to be let in. There wasn’t the familiar chime of tone when greeting him, nor was there any kind of glee to see him basically crawling into your room.

He tried to hackle through your day to see if there was anything he could’ve possibly missed but there was nothing from what he recalled. It was the weekend and it was far too cold for you to leave and he knew you had no plans to begin with. There was no way something happened during the little time he wasn’t watching over you or so he thought.

When he asked what was wrong, it was like you crumbled and he listened to you rant about him for the past hour. How his careless actions as Jongseong led up to this—had he known, he would’ve smacked some sense into his past self and hung up the call to properly apologize to you on his hands and knees for running into you and foolishly not saying sorry. He didn’t know he had this much of an effect on you without even exposing himself.

“I don’t know why I am getting so worked up over this now” It was the interaction in the park a week ago that spiked you into a spiral from the moment you remembered it when you woke up this morning, “It just annoys me Spider-Man” You waved the mask in your hand as he rubbed the back of your nape to soothe you

The silk smooth material running over your warming neck helped only for a moment before you felt fired up again. “Am I insane for thinking like that? You probably think I’m crazy for getting worked up on this”

“No. No. No. I would never nor could I” Jay crouches to your level and rests his exposed forehead onto your head, the physical barrier between the two of you was dismissed when you both woke up that morning of your plea for him to stay, only to find yourself more tangled than not

While you weren’t expecting to see a face next to you when you opened your eyes, you certainly didn’t expect the shredded mask to greet you when you woke up. But seeing his dimpled smile when he noticed you stir awake that it made you smile back with a full heart.

Yet, whenever he was near you without his mask, you would snap your head away and his face scrunches realizing you still wouldn’t face him without it on. He sighs heavily as he listened to you, “It’s actually more frustrating to see our city taxes going to the rich instead of more important things” You lay back in your chair with a huff, “Like that Park Jongseong dude”

He immediately stiffed at the mention of, well him, rolling off your mouth. Hearing his full fleshed out name that’s always used in a professional light didn’t have the same distasteful, instead it felt so much sweeter like honey slipping into the crevices of his mind.

He shook his head to remind himself of your dilemma that he was unintentionally causing you, “But just what about him makes you so angry?” His voice sounded almost hurt and you knitted your brows together as you feel the weight of his head off your arm to feel the burning gaze into your very existence

“It’s the way he holds power and does nothing with it but flaunt his money and drops doses of charity in the name of good” You scoff, remembering seeing his name signed on the constant bonuses you get because of him, “Mr. Park this, Mr. Park that, his mom and dad do this. Like please spare me from the bullshit”

“But what if he’s just, I don’t know, some regular guy? Maybe someone you could even get along with! He might be a really good guy and you just don’t know it yet” Jay is trying his best to keep his voice from cracking but fails miserably and ultimately covers its up by an awkward laugh

“Someone like him doesn’t go someone like me” You slammed the mask on your desk in anger, “He’d keep me on a hook and get rid of me when he’s sucked me dry like some damn vampire”

“So what? You’re purposefully avoiding him because of that? Because you think he’s some scum?”

You don't answer and seeing you shrug your shoulders made him angry, “Better to keep me away from him if he even dares to cross paths with me again”

“No- What are- This is just stupid!” You could tell he instantly regretted his choice of words and volume when he quickly closed his mouth and sighed heavily. “I’m sorry-“

You cut him off before he could say anything else, “I think you should go” You suddenly stand up from your chair making it creek under the abrupt movements, “I’m tired”

“I didn’t mean to say that” You ignored the hero’s existence and he could swear he felt his soul shattering, “I’m sorry! Hold on” He tried to reach out to you but you pulled your arm away before he could

Retracting his hands back as he watched how you kept your gaze trained to the floor to maneuver around him, leaving him to watch you in shock. You were doing the same thing you did when he’s Jongseong but this isn’t right. He was Spider-Man right now, the hero you grew comfortable with. He wasn’t the man you despised but it feels like he’s nothing too now.

“Look at me please” The faint grasp on your wrist made you stop in place and turned you around to the male standing in front of you, his weak plea made you keep your eye level trained on the ground

You weren’t ready to face the hero, especially without his mask.

But Jay needed you to look at him—it was the only thing he ever wanted. He cupped your chin and raised it just enough to have you looking at him but to his disappointment you screwed your eyes close just to shut him out.

It took a stab to his heart but he endured the pain, he had to because it was you who was inflicting it. “Please look at me…” His voice cracked and it caused your own heart to feel the same way

You moved your head down and opened them to look at his neck. The butterfly birthmark showing, “I want you to see me” This plea was the one to break you

You looked up and truly you were expecting anyone else that wasn’t the familiar face in front of you watching you with gleam but horror mixed together. You took a step back that you would’ve stumbled over your feet but Jay’s grip forbade you from moving an inch away from him.

“J-Jongseong? Mr. Park? Jay?” Your voice trailed off with every name associated with the male in front of you, “Spider-Man?”

Left to piece together the faces and memories of the person you’re meant to hate and the hero that you’ve grown so fond of quickly standing in front of you, holding your waist that always made you feel safe.

“What the… Is this some joke?” You snapped and pushed his chest with harsh force, “You’ve been playing with me like some idiot?”

“No!” Jay stumbles over his words but not his feet from your push, he thought you would accept and embrace him when you realize he was Spider-Man so why were you denying him now?

“I wouldn’t even think of evening playing with you. I had no choice but to conceal my identity, you know this! I-I didn’t know how you would react and hearing you talk about me, I just-”

“So you just decided it’s the perfect time to show yourself to me?” You laugh but not in disbelief but in a mocking manner, “Even hearing me what I said about you” You shake your over his figure

He stood so still in your room, his shoulder slacking down, a defeat you have never seen on the hero in the whole time you’ve known him. “I can’t believe I let you into my life”

“What are you saying?” Jay’s voice grew small as he cowers into his own space, he stares at you with glossy eyes and your heart twinged at the sight

“That it was a mistake getting close to you! I confided in you and idiotically trusted you ” The way your eyes dulled when looking at him—the spark no longer there, the eyes that refused to look at him without his mask now stared him down to nothing

“I’m still the same man from before. You didn’t care who I was then, why does it matter now?!” Jay snaps as he attempts to walk over to where you stood but you consciously took a step back, he sucked in a shaky breath, “Please don’t do this. Don’t leave me”

“Get out” You point to your window, “Get the hell out Spid- Jongseong” You correct your words from calling him the masked hero, he wasn’t just Spider-Man to you anymore, he was your worst fear

Someone so great that actually paid attention to you.

Jay stares at you, he’s never experienced a greater pain than this and he’s been in a lot of battles. His chapped lips cracked more down the middle as he frowned. He extends an arm out to you but you turn away and face the wall.

Watching you look away from him was one thing but realizing you purposefully turned away just so you didn’t have to look at him was another.

The moment of silence filled your room and you stared at your wall and the chipping paint didn’t do anything to take your mind off him. Silently sighed, realizing how you were acting—it was foolish. You rubbed your forehead and screwed your eyes shut before opening them and softly calling out to the hero.

However, when you received nothing, you hastily turned around to see your empty room and your window jarred open, the soft gust of the night wind moving your curtains to showcase the city lights illuminating in the distance.

Your lips tugged downwards before walking over and slamming the cracked open window shut, oblivious to the 8 legged insect left caught in the crossfire and killed for being at the wrong place at the wrong time.

Jay doesn’t believe in the superstition of being at the wrong place at the wrong time, trusting that there’s always a purpose in actions or placement for what fate decides.

Just like how fate knew to have you meet and just like how it knew that it was the right choice to show you his face after all this time. It wasn’t a mistake because it knew that you two were soul bound with no way of separation.

Sure it hurt but this was just a bump in the road. It wasn't something that he couldn’t handle. A simple fix is all it takes. He knows what needs to be done but for now he’ll give you space until you are ready for him.

Right now though, he needs to blow off some steam in the only way he knows how.

“P-Please” The broken plea managed to snap him out of his head and his eyes flickered to the plastered male in the alley way

With the villain he just caught in the pouring night rain, he thinks for a split moment that maybe there is truth behind the saying. It’s bad on his part that he doesn’t even remember why he picked on this perp. But like the saying goes ‘Wrong place, Wrong time’

The loud gasp the bad guy let out in a spurt of blood and spit to the ground as he tried to crawl away from the masked menace. The raindrops felt like bullets on the skin but it didn’t phase Jay in the slightest.

He could only feel the pain in his chest remembering the way your face scrunches in anger and disgust at the thought of him, at the sight of his true self in your room.

There was no way you could’ve meant what you said. He is Park Jongseong and that Park Jongseong is Spider-Man. You were just merely blinded by a facade he didn’t create himself but rather by the prejudice that was planted into your mind of his character.

Jay knows he has to work hard to dismantle that mindset but it wouldn’t stop him from being with you. Nothing in this world could ever rip him from you. He lacked any self respect for himself or had the will power in order to stay away from you.

“I’m sorry I won’t do it again” The bruised male pleaded but he watched how the hero lowered his body down to the heels of his feet and tilted his covered face with a poorly put together mask concealing his identity

“Of course you won’t” Jay laughs but instead of a fearful reaction like

he anticipated, he notices the bad guy scoffing whilst looking to the distance

Under the mask his brows furrow in the middle and while the person couldn’t see his face, the perp could feel the bleeding rage of Spider-Man. “You think this is funny?”

“What about this is funny to you?”

“Nothing man” The bad guy grunts when moving his body to face away from him and Jay follows his line of sight and to his horror, he sees the picture of you that is usually tucked away in his bag as motivation and to remind him of why he does what he does in the first place now laying on the wet cold floor as it gets ruined

“The news was right about you. You are just some freak” The perk chuckles as he examines the picture not too far away from him and it was clear that it was taken without your knowledge by the camera the hero planted just perfectly out of your window to not miss a second of your existence

It took Jay a moment to snap his gaze away from the picture—just like how it always did. The way you were smiling in the comforts of your own room as you talked to him before knowing who he truly was.

“Can’t blame you, she looks like an absolute beauty. But she won’t ever love you man if you keep going like this. Honestly, take my advice and-” The sentence wasn’t completed when Jay kicked the male square in the face without any repercussions

The male’s head turned disgustingly to the side and landed on the puddled concrete but that isn’t nearly enough for Jay. His hands shook at his side as he grabbed the perp by the hair and dragged his face from the asphalt up to face him to take another hit on him.

Jay’s knuckles burned but he couldn’t stop, the guy's face was caving and turning purely red just like the hero’s vision. But he couldn’t do anything to defend himself. The hands of the person meant to protect the city are the very ones that can destroy it in a matter of seconds.

“What was that? Couldn’t hear you over you biting the curb” Jay laughs maniacally as he drops the guys to the ground, mixing with the pool of water from the rain was a crimson tide coming from the person

Jay’s jaw was clenched tightly as he placed two fingers behind the ear to feel the beating pulse. When he felt the jump of it he pulled his fingers back and shook his head with disgust by the warm pooling of blood on his fingers from the skin he just touched.

He looks over to the perp to see him out cold. Even while unconscious, he knew the person could hear him loud and clear, “You should take my advice and shut the fuck up next time. I’ll give it to you that I might not be the best guy in the world”

“But I am fucking loved by her asshole”

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She loves me. She loves me not. She loves me. She loves me not. She loves me.

You love Spider-Man. You love Park Jongseong. You love Jay. You love him.

He keeps telling himself that he’s starting to truly believe it.

Because why wouldn’t you love the other versions of him. He is still just Spider-Man, the male you looked for comfort when no one else would. He’s Park Jongseong, the man who higher your pay, giving you bonuses for merely existing. And he’s Jay, the person you’ll love.

He rubbed his cheek on the tile floor of his penthouse. He doesn’t remember when he laid himself here or when he even grabbed the tablet that connected to the camera pointed into your bedroom window. He didn’t even bother to change out of his suit—the blood and dirt damp clothing clinging to his skin that it felt like another layer.

He watched how your curtains and blinds never opened ever since that night. Countless days and nights passed and not even being able to check up on you properly felt like his biggest defeat as he was failing the purpose of his life.

The time he spent rotting was time watching your closed off life through a screen and dawning on the reality where you despise him but enjoyed the presence of Spider-Man. Or well used to enjoy.

Meant to be a man who valued how his time was spent and right now contradicts everything he has made for himself. His phone buzzes constantly with every rise and drop of the sun and moon and the day passes by but he still doesn’t move from the floor.

It pains him to even think about moving knowing you hate him. It's frustrating that as a masked hero, he’s still a coward who can’t own up to who he is and properly express himself to you.

The mask is doing nothing but being a distraction from reality.

So instead he distracts himself with all kinds of thoughts, one that terrified him when he was younger and naive—ones of the future, of his life and the thirst that could never be quenched until he met you.

Dull practically lifeless eyes watch the screen that Jay could feel the migraine growing but it subsided to nothing because the ache in his chest was greater than anything.

He doesn’t know what day it or how much time has passed but despite all the drained energy, it disappeared as Jay shot himself up from the floor and immediately out the nearest window of his place to swing straight to yours.

The tablet forgotten behind shows your blinds and curtains shifting before fully opening as you tapped something to your window before closing them again.

And that was more than enough for him to take action.

Jay was cursing under his breath with each swing he took, the cold air hitting his exposed face as he maneuvered any obstacles in his way. When he landed on the side of your bedroom window, he saw the bag tapped outside your window with a note that simply read ‘your mask’.

He’s distraught if he could even call it that, the pounding of his heart and mind racing in a loop was too much for his own well being that he couldn’t think it was remotely healthy.

Ripping the bag from the tape holding it on your window and rummaging through it to pull out the fixed mask like it wasn’t even ruined to begin with.

He runs fingers over the material in awe, even though he was in your room every night while you did it, never once did he truly focus on your hard work.

You even had the dedication to finish it after all this time that he immediately put the mask over his head. He sighed heavily, you touched the mask and it ached his skin. For the first time in a while, he felt your touch back on him again.

He looks at the shut out window, he realizes this can't be it, he won’t allow it to end. With that driving mentality his body moved on its own and the softest knock on your bedroom window stirred you.

Even though you were already in bed, you knew it was pointless knowing you couldn’t rest without the care of Spider-Man. His comforting presence wasn’t there to relax you as all that was left was to wonder if he was ever going to show up.

Although you wanted to forget him—to remind yourself you didn’t need him, the faint knock was more than enough to have you sprinting to your window and peeking through the blinds.

You stumbled over your feet and in your subconscious it was insane that you were running despite knowing who he is but something darker clouded over you.

When you are met with the clear city lights view, the bag holding his mask and your note gone makes you pull back your blinds in haste. You fumble opening your window before pushing it open in search of any sights that Spider-Man was here.

Met with a familiar disappointment, there was nothing beside the cold night breeze that greeted you and you realized you expected too much from him. You sighed, resting your elbows on the crevice of your window to stare at the city. “Screw you Spider-Man? Jay? Jongseong? Mr. Park?” Your jumbled words suddenly die on your tongue when you take a step back to the creature coming down from who knows where

“That’s not very nice to say” Jay lowers himself upside down just enough to be in sight of you, he sees the quick flashes of relief to annoyance when you see him

But there was no denying the sparkle in your eyes when you see him wearing the mask you fixed for him. You swish your mouth side to side to conceal the smile with attempts to stand your ground.

But the moment one hand loosens around the web and tugs the mask just above his nose, a tingling sensation feels your stomach seeing the soft smile etch his face.

You stiffen up seeing a dimple pop up remembering who is under the mask had your insides twisted to the point of uncomfortability. Even when the smile is meant to be repulsive, it instead makes you realize the truth about a smile being able to switch one’s mood instantaneously.

“What?” Your voice was snappier than usual, you tried to remind yourself that Spider-Man is the man you swore to never get close to but you must know that he‘d go down on his knees and beg for your forgiveness if he needs to.

“Thank you” He says no louder than a whisper but you heard him clear as day, it was confusing witnessing his mouth actually move to the words

While you focused on deciding what to do with Spider-Man hanging upside down outside your window, there was a gnawing feeling you couldn’t get rid of. It was the sense of familiarity—an itch you couldn’t get rid of but him with the city lights behind made it difficult to focus on anything else that wasn’t him.

You gulped harshly and waved him off, not trusting yourself to say something coherent that didn’t embarrass you. Somehow it didn’t matter cause you still embarrassed yourself, “Oh yeah whatever it was no problem” You shrug your shoulders but instantly cringe at yourself

“That wasn’t what I- Uhm forget that” Your voice grew smaller and Jay’s laughter grew louder

“Whatever you say” He murmurs back as he rocks on his web in contemplation before speaking up again, “I don’t only want to thank you for fixing my mask, I also want to apologize for everything”

“I didn’t mean to say what I said or act the way I did or even put you in that position. It was never my intention to make you uncomfortable or even the slightest unhappy”

“I’m sorry that it was me behind the mask" Hearing all of this made you realize how idiotic you were because while it would be hard to fully dissociate the connection of the two people. Jay didn’t have to apologize for being who he is. It wasn’t his fault you shut down the moment your life started to change and it was too much for you to handle

Your silence was the answer he expected but wasn’t willing to accept. Now that he had gotten a chance of entering your world, he would spiral knowing he lost you.

“No please don’t apologize” The words squeaked out, “I shouldn’t have kicked you out or hold your own existence against you when you can’t do anything about it”

You realize he isn’t what the news made him out to be both as Spider-Man and Park Jongseong. A masked vigilante who’s heartless or a spoiled trust fund kid? That wasn’t the man you grew to know.

“You can take out anything on me, I don’t care” Jay said in a single breath without hesitation

“The responsibility isn’t meant for you to take. You already have enough on your plate, why pick up on a civilian’s problems as your own?”

“You’re not just some civilian. It’s you and that’s more than enough for me to drop everything”

You don’t move from where you are even when you clearly notice the distance in between fading with each millisecond. “Is it so bad that I want it to be my responsibility?” Jay whispers when he’s hanging right in front of you

His warm breath grazes your own and goosebumps coat your skin. You didn't answer him but the silence was enough for him, “Can I thank you properly?”

While you couldn’t see his eyes, you could feel his gaze boring into you and it felt like he could see every little thought that passed through your mind.

It is unraveling, how you feel stripped bare to nothing whenever you’re with him. But it was thrilling, sickeningly how you wished your plea was loud enough for him to hear. To your luck, it was more than enough when he crashed his cracked lips onto yours

Your hands hold his face as you press your lips harder against his. You hadn’t remembered the last time you kissed someone let alone someone with this much passion and need.

The way your lips move together, it almost felt like they were meant to be for the other and in Jay’s mind that isn’t far from the truth at all. For all he knows, he was created and placed on this planet for you alone.

There was equal if not a slighter greater push into kissing you on his side. Holding onto the web holding his body with one hand because he can’t even begin to think about kissing you without holding you.

He grabs your nape and keeps you in place, unwilling of letting you go now that he has you. Jay roughly pressed his mouth against yours, nicking at the plushness of them making you squeal but you couldn’t pull away even if you wanted to.

Your fingers dig into the side of his face and he doesn’t even flinch and simply allows your hands to roam wherever they wish as long as you keep kissing him.

Jay’s tongue poked your mouth and his finger tapped on the tip of your spinal cord to garner your attention of allowing him in and without a second thought, you let him through.

It felt like fireworks as corny as it may sound but it meant something to you and it definitely meant something to Jay. Never would he think he’d ever been in this position but deep down he always knew it would always end like this—he wouldn’t go on life without you.

While you grew lightheaded, you softly tapped on his body to signal for a breather but Jay was too caught up in the clouds to notice or honestly to care. His hand awkwardly cupped your cheek harder and lulled your head back just enough for him.

He crawls into your space like he lived there, not one cracking the kiss even for a second. You couldn’t even wonder how he managed to do so but he was Spider-Man and that thought fell flat because what can’t Spider-Man do?

Jay sighs in relief that he’s finally standing instead of hanging upside down and in that moment you find the window of opportunity to pull away. You didn’t manage to get far when a web sticks to your shirt and brings you back into his embrace.

He reattached his mouth onto yours, twisting your body to mold with his. Your arms squished between your bodies grabbing onto anything you can get your hands on.

Your words slurred with the kisses that he couldn’t make out what you were saying even with heightened senses and whatnot, but with the tingling sensation at the bottom of his mask, he knew.

When the hero suddenly pulls away from the kiss, you stand frozen in place before quickly adjusting yourself when you see him staring right at you. You awkwardly cough to clear your throat and see the hesitant smile on his face.

“I’m sorry I didn't mean to touch your mask” You rush out but instead of comforting you, he guided your fingers to hook under his mask

Words got caught in your throat yet when he guided your hands to pull higher, you could feel each heartbeat in your chest. While you denied now any care of who was the male behind the mask, deep down you knew you cared far more than you were aware.

“Are you sure?” Jay stops when you ask him the question

The mask only concealed his eyes before he was fully exposed to you. You shouldn’t be the one asking the question because it was his worry of whether you were sure to face who he really was.

“Are you?” While you couldn’t see them, his eyes were pleading and drooping, “Would you accept me? All of me?”

Instead of choosing words, you softly peel the mask off his face and your breath gets caught in your throat when you see Jay’s face attached to the dirty Spider-Man suit. His hair was disheveled, his eyes were hollow but somehow full of life as he looked at you.

You reach up and straighten out his hair, your eyes examine the clean slate face. The messy suit contrasted it but you didn’t question it, it was a reminder of who Jay was. You dragged your hand down his face to the spider embalmed on his chest. It felt right under your touch.

Jay closed his eyes and let out a deep sigh when you ran your hand softly over the spider. His head knocked back as his Adam's apple bobbed, letting himself get lost in your touch. The tensed muscles weakened and became nothing as he succumbed to you.

Jay messed up your mind but it wouldn’t nearly be like the way you’ve ruined his.

“Do you?” Jay softly ask again and when his head is lifted, you kiss him softly with your shaky hands holding his face

Jay’s eyes widened but they slowly fluttered closed as his grip on your body tightened and flushed you closer than ever before.

He pushed your arms up and over his shoulder as his arms cage you in. He roughly bent your back as he chased after your lips that were already attached to him. You don’t realize it at first but when you are placed in the middle of your bed as Jay follows you, all thoughts disappear.

It was crazy how he didn’t stop for air once, he just continued to keep smothering you in kisses like it was the oxygen he needed. You felt Jay’s hand shake when it creased your side, you tried to pull away from him but he only chased after you.

“Why are you shaking?” You murmured hopeful he managed to hear you which he did

He pulls on your bottom lip and releases you with a wet kiss as he rest his forehead on yours, his heavy breath fanning over your face and his warm eyes creased up as he smiled,“Because you’re real”

You freeze when you hear him say, “What?” It was faint and it screamed Jay’s mind, the sheer helplessness underneath him made him crack

“And that fucking hurts, it-it” Jay stutters over his words, “It burns me”

Your hand on his shoulder loosened, sucking in a shaky breath as you stared up to him, “You burn for me?”

“I melt for you darling”

You grab the male’s nape again and drag him to crash down on you. Your hand running into the tangled hair and tugging on it. Jay yelped at the abruptness but fell right into rhythm, the glove covered hands ran over your body, the articles of clothing preventing him from reaching you.

The beats of your heart remind you that you’re alive. That you are experiencing this in real time and it’s none other with Jay. How your life had come to this, you weren’t sure but you were sure that you needed him.

Your mouths worked in a harmony that you never had with anyone before. Jay was creasing you like you were made of glass, a glass doll that he was too scared to touch but wouldn’t be afraid to ruin.

Jay’s kiss grew harder as if to prove something to you, with his body between your legs, the once careful hands not gripping anything in touch. When they rose higher up your body, you shuddered in the mouth that kissed your swollen lips. The harsh grip on your tit made you gasp and Jay stuck his tongue down your mouth with the intent of eating you up. “Tell me all your deepest desire”

Jay moved from your lips to the side of your cheek and down your jaw, you gripped on his shoulder as he pushed your head to the side allowing to reveal more skin to him. His hand held the part just below your chin, his fingers digging into the skin as he sucked on the unblemished skin.

Fighting back the moans considering how thin you knew the walls were but that didn’t fly by Jay. “Let me hear you baby” Jay murmured in your skin, a wet sensation dragging around your neck making your shudder, “I hate that you’re staying silent right now”

Nibbling harder on your lip, the cracking worsening but you gasped when the grip on your face tightened and you were met with Jay’s stoic face. A dark cloud faded in his eyes that made your insides crawl under your skin.

“C’mon don’t be quiet” Jay unintentionally pouted, “I know you sound so pretty… Don’t keep this from me” The pad of his thumb ran over your cheek, his eyes desperately pleading for you

Your eyes jump from his eyes, feeling how his thumb dragged over your cheek to outline your lips before slipping the foreign flesh in. You gasped around his thumb but Jay hushed you and kept you there. “Shhh sweetheart, it’s okay. Just let me take care of you” He whispers into the shell of your ear making you shiver, “Just give into me”

“Jay” You wailed with your mouth stuffed and it sparked something in him, the way you desperately called his name, not any of the other useless ones but his name, his actual fucking raw name

He must be dreaming, he feels so dizzy but when you claw his wrist, he’s reminded you’re real. He lets out a silent hiss and pulls his hand away, you cough loudly at the freedom of his thumb lodged in your throat.

“I’m sorry baby. Fuck I’m sorry” He jumbled out but it dies on his tongue when the little drops of tears bundled in the corner of your eye and his heart stops

Suddenly he felt it soar in his chest, running in circles and laps around in excitement. “Don’t cry honey” You didn’t even realized you were, you attempt to touch your face but Jay beats you to it, “Uh-Uh let me do it”

He holds your face tenderly and when you thought he’d wipe the tears away he instead licked them. His tongue dragged over your cornering eyes and he hummed in satisfaction of the salty water on his tastebuds.

“Has anyone ever tell you you’re such a pretty crier?” He mumbled before placing a kiss just below your eye

He looks at you for a response but when he doesn’t get it besides a whimper, he sighs and shakes your head for you. Even if someone told you that, he didn’t want to know. He’d like to keep it as him being the first and last person to tell you.

“My prettiest crier” Jay hums planting kisses wherever his mouth landed on your face

Your eyes fluttered closed and relished in thought. How the attention to detail was so hyper focused on things you never looked into. You wondered how he managed to keep up with so many useless things about you.

But you didn’t realize everything down to your clean atoms that aren’t tainted like his were burned into his brain. Waiting for the day to exhaust in your glory like it was meant to be for its only life purpose.

Jay’s traveled down your body, taking in every twitch you gave seeing if you would pull away just before he could lose but you never did. Instead you lured him in, your body reaching more for his touch. He could hear your sniffles and soft hiccups when he played with the waistband of your pants.

“What’s wrong baby?” He asked with his hand sliding past your pants without warning, “Talk to me”

You hands dug into his shoulder blades making him grunt and you knocked your head back when he grazed your clothed pussy, “Need you”

“What was that?” He heard you loud and clear the first time, hyper senses were one of the perks of being Spider-Man afterall

“I need you Jay” When you say his name this time around changed him and there weren’t many things in the world that could do that to him, but to no surprise you managed to do that without thinking

The hand in your pants cupped your core making you squeal, feeling the gloved fingers peeking into your folds past your panties. “And who I am deny you of me”

Your heart raced but it dropped when he pulled his hand out from where it was once laid and you opened your eyes to stare in confusion. The hero towers over you and the racing heartbeat settles into a slow pace in anticipation of what he would do next.

“But first things first, wipe the frown off your face, I don’t think you’d like getting your clothes dirty now would you” Jay chuckles

You realized he was right. You were dressed from head to toe in the clothes you had since earlier that night. While you didn’t mind the mess, you’d listen if it meant getting over this quicker and him getting into you faster.

You fiddled with the collar of your shirt first while keeping your eyes remained on Jay before slowly tugging it up past your face, what surprised you was him helping you in the process. In a swift motion, your shirt was peeled off and you quickly tried to cover your bare chest, forgetting how you didn’t put a bra on.

Yet, your arms stopped mid air with Jay holding them open, you expected his gaze to be brought to your chest but realizing they were trained on your face, your heart summersaulted. “You don’t have to hide—especially from me. You’re perfect, absolutely stunning and beautiful”

The praises filled your head, you didn’t resist when he put your hands back down. He cupped your jaw and lifted your head up before placing a peck on your lips. “You’re fucking gorgeous and I can’t believe you’re mine”

You couldn’t deny nor confirm the possessive statement because Jay quite literally doesn’t give you a chance to do so. He kept placing peck after peck until you forgot what you were going to say. Resting his hand on your shoulder, he runs it up and down your arm before laying you back down on the bed.

Your chest heaves as you stare up at the supposed hero. Jay’s eyes glimmer as he looks at you, he nearly feels his chest caving into itself the more he admires you. You were sprawled on your bed, arms uncomfortably at your side while you watched his every move.

Jay tends to grow attached to one singular thing and go head first into it and won’t focus on anything else until he completes the ongoing task. But with you in front of you, it feels impossible to not focus on more than one thing. There was so much about you and not enough for him to appreciate yet but he would kill if he had to share this with anyone else.

Bringing his hands back to your waistband, he sinks to his knees off your bed and onto the ground. “Jay?” You tried to perch yourself up on your elbows but you’re pushed back down with a jump

You look at your shoulder to see the web holding you down. You quickly look back at Jay and see how he’s observing your remaining piece of clothing before he begins removing them off your body. When you tried to help, it only frustrated him more, “Just stay still and let me do the work”

“You don’t have to do a single as long as I’m here and I mean it” The words caught in your throat and you weakly nod—accepting what he said

He smiles when you don’t try to fight back. It makes him proud that you aren’t trying to put up the facade anymore, that it took mere minutes to crumble down the walls you surrounded yourself in. And he did that by merely showing himself you, how many guys succeed in doing that? Oh right, zero.

Discarding your pants somewhere in your that you’re left only in your panties, you squirm at the cold air seeping through the opened window. The goosebumps flaring over your body but Jay snickers and rubs his hands over your body to warm you up, “Don’t worry, you’ll be burning up before you know it”

Jay took a moment to see the design on your underwear, they were a simplistic black color just like his suit. He doesn’t know why they stroke the strings in his heart but it did. The lengths of fingers traced with the outline, so caught up in a daze that you were wearing his color. The black being a representation of Spider-Man that protects the night when no one is looking and in the light where shadows everyone who glosses over him.

But he knew you would never. It wasn’t in your nature, it was one of my many reasons why he fell in love with you in the first place.

“I like the color” He comments and you take a peek at what he was talking about and your cheeks flush in warmth as you see him toying with your undergarment

“Please don’t talk about my underwear like that” You turned your head to hide from embarrassment but he chuckles and turns your head back to him

“It’s cute. We’re already matching baby” You weakly smile to cover your shame of purposely picking out this color for an extra boost of luck of having him show up at your window again after all this time of being apart

“It breaks my heart to take them off but I can see you already leaking through them and I can only imagine how uncomfortable it is” Jay points out the wet splotch dead center of your underwear and you flare up in embarrassment

He focuses on hooking his finger over and under the material, “Can I?” He politely asked which was pointless when he was already peeling them down your legs past your knees until they were resting at your ankles

“Didn’t even get me a chance to respond” Jay giggles at the realization

“I’m sorry” He rubs up and down your shin before trailing his eyes down from your face to your body, “So sorry…”

He was enthralled, so deep in a trance that he couldn’t believe that the world let him exist in the same time and place as you. The moonlight shining through the open window and he focused on the lighting it casted on you.

You glowed under the moonlight. Specks and sparkles shimmered and it reflected his eyes and you saw how it looked like little stars in his eyes—just like reflecting his name, Jongseong.

“Jongseong” You used the other name and Jay seems to snap out when he heard it, he blinks confused and his eyebrows knit in the middle

“Why’d you- Yes my love?” The endearing name melted your heart but you tilt your head to your side and smiled even brighter

Jay’s heart flipped. “Nothing…” You shook your head, keeping the thought close to your heart and unknown

He didn’t question it. A soft graceful smile spread across his face and he placed himself back in the same position he was just a few moments ago. The floor dug into his knees but he couldn’t dare to care.

His hands gripped your knee, tracing over the bone with his fingers before prying them open. You gave no resistance, it was easy—so willing and offering.

Each centimeter that was exposed to him, the more his heart raced. Your pussy glimmering in the natural light provided that he felt his heart and world stop. It was better than he imagined, better than what he’s seen through your window.

It was better than anything in this world.

You were nervous when Jay said nothing. You peered down to see how he kept his eyes focused on your exposed cunt. You shifted in your bed but Jay pressed down your knees further to keep you spread open for him.

“Jay-” You say but he cuts you off with a shaky breath

“I thought there was nothing perfect in this world” Jay leans his head closer like a magnet that was calling to him, he hooks his arms under your knees and keeps you in place

He first presses kisses on your inner thigh, “But then I see you and realize the universe did create something-someone so perfect”

Your heart hammers in your chest, a clear reflection of his words for you. His kisses were rising higher and your need was growing greater. The slick accumulated at your core was growing embarrassingly but the moment a wet stride passed your folds, you were a goner.

Your head throws back, you fist the sheets and a moan ripped out of your throat like never before. Now having a taste of you, it was like a sweet paradise or more like a sweet venom sent to destroy him from the inside out. Something that he could never live without now that he’s tasted it.

You squeal his name loudly as his jaw unlatches when he slurps up the wetness that spilled out of you. The phrase pussydrunk always felt stupid to him. He’s heard about it but never believed in it until now. You were the only one that could provide this feeling so he felt sorry for everyone else that would never get to experience the greatness that is you.

“So sweet- Fuck. The tastiest to ever exist. You’re so perfect” Jay slurred in your cunt, he roughly moved his head, dragging his tongue wherever it could to gather as much of your arousal as possible

“Ja-Jongseong!” You were moaning his name like it were he were the only thing you’ve ever known and when you latched your hand into the fluff of his hair, you held him like he was the only thing in his world

And while he loved it, the vice you had on him, he rather hear you screaming for him. Jay didn’t even move an inch from your pussy when strings of web spurted out and trapped your hand to your mattress. You flabbergastedly looked at Jay but you couldn’t say anything as he continued to eat you out.

Messily running his tongue over and over your folds, mixing his saliva and your slick together. “Jay please! Please” You chant now realizing your restraint when you couldn’t touch him

He poked inside your hole when he could, parting the tight walls in a teasing manner that made you crumble even more. Flickering his tongue up at a rapid pace over your clit before sucking at your pussy as he buried his head deeper while his nose hit the bundle of nerves in the process. This alone nearly had you coming like you were a virgin.

The perfect high nose bridge you noticed on Jay when you first saw him at the club portraying himself as Mr. Park now worked wonders that rocked your world. It hit perfectly each time he moved and your body withered under his touch. Left to only focus on how his face was practically buried in you thanks to your legs hooking around him.

If you can't run away from it, you accept it full force. Not being able to touch Jay was a torture in itself but running yourself over his face while he ate you out like no tomorrow was a paradise.

Jay’s jaw was aching from how much he kept unhinging it only to close it right up as he swallowed your essence. He hadn’t noticed when you wrapped yourself around him but when you pressed down on his middle back, rutting yourself in his face as you chased the high, he stayed still for a moment. He peeks through his eyelashes and sees your scrunched up face.

Your mouth wide open as you don’t hold back your moans. You let them be free while he took care of you, and he wasn’t going to let this go to waste. He didn’t want your first orgasm from him to be like this.

It saddens Jay that he has to cut it short but with one last stride, his hands pulling your hips farther as he spreads open pussy as far as he can as he drags his tongue from every single crevice making sure he didn’t a miss single spot and gave a suck to your clit and lightly nibbling on it before letting it go.

You huffed when he suddenly stopped and released a cry on why he even stopped in the first place. You weakly peek open your eyes to see Jay pressing soft kisses over your core making your hips jerk before he pulls his face away. A string of saliva connecting his nose and mouth to you, pupils blown wide out as he focuses on your wet self.

“Jay why’d you stop?” You wailed impatiently, wiggling your lower half for any friction but Jay squeezed your thighs that made you quickly stop

“Can’t have you coming that isn’t on my cock” Jay saw how you whiskfully rolled your eyes but instead of getting annoyed, he smiled, completely enamored with you

“Don’t give me that doll. I promise it’s for the best” The wet kiss he continues to give didn’t help ease your needy self, it only added fuel to the fire when he was peering your legs off him

You tried to keep him there, hence the word try because it wasn’t much of a fight when he webbed your legs to your bed too. You shook your body trying to break free from the restraints but you realized it was pointless. “You can’t get out of them so easily. If you could, I’d be out of business and criminals would be running the street”

Jay crawls his way up to you, his body hovering over yours as he smiles loopily. The corners of his mouth tugged to the side and the adorable dimple showcased itself again, you were too in awe of it now and it fluttered your heart. “We can’t have that, especially when you’re living here. I have to make sure the streets are safe, that every corner of this forsaken city is perfect for you to walk through”

“Why do all this for me?” You swallowed and Jay’s smile only grew wider until he was hovering just above you, he leans down further until his breath was fanning yours

“Because you’re my girl now” He mouthed, nothing higher than a whisper and before you could respond, he captured your lips with his

You instantly closed your eyes and accepted it. You tilted your head to make sure the kiss could deepen even more. You cringed at the taste of you on him but when he stuck his tongue in your mouth, his free hands cupping your jaw as he messily kissed you, it was nothing compared to this.

It was taunting that you couldn’t touch him the way he was touching you but you froze in the dizzying kiss when you felt something plastic graze your stomach. You turn your head to the side to see what it was and to your horror, you catch Jay holding the silicone toy you bought against your abdomen.

Your mouth opened and closed to say anything but when you hear Jay giggling on top of you, you look back up to see his top teeth holding his bottom lip to suppress the smile. “Such a small thing you have here” He measures the dildo over your stomach, “Doesn’t even reach your stomach, just how pathetic” He brings the toy back to sight and you stumbled over your words

“I-I” It was swirling in your head of how to defend yourself from the silicone to him and not even question how Jay knew about this and where it was in the first place

You pant when the toy is dragged across your skin before resting just above your hip bone. Jay taps your body in a teasing manner the lower he gets and you take the time to feel how it inches closer to your spasming hole.

“Jay wait” You wiggle your body but just to your luck, you couldn’t move due to the webs restraining you down

“It’s okay, I don’t even think you need any prep. You’re practically dripping again” Jay runs the tip of toy over your fold and you shiver at the sensation, even when fake, it managed to get the job done when others couldn’t

“Does this excite you? Make you fucking feel crazy?” Jay chuckles as he leans over to whisper in your ear, a cold shiver runs up your spine

You couldn’t respond when the intrusion sent you over the edge, “What was the doll? I couldn’t hear you” He didn’t give a chance to redeem yourself

He pushed the toy past your gummy walls and you fell apart, it was the stretch you were already used to but still managed to work its wonders on you. The wet squelch of your past and new arousal with his saliva helped the silicone slide easily into you just like how he said—you didn’t need prep.

“Look at you taking it so well” Jay admires how it slips into you, even if it was small, he saw how your hole accommodated to the pull of your walls apart, “You’re doing so good for me”

He rubs his thumb at your hips when the toy comes to a hilt rather quickly. The toy lodged into your fluttering pussy was a sight to see, while he hoped for it to be around him, he knew better than to rush a masterpiece.

Your breathless curses bounced off the walls, “D-Damn it” Jay smirked at this

When you thought the toy would move to be used how it was meant to, it didn’t move even an inch from where it was left making you whine in frustration, “What are you-”

There weren’t many things or anything that took your breath away. However, seeing Spider-Man slither out of his suit, you were starstruck. In a glimmering light, something around his neck shined and you made out the chain necklace and hanging in the middle was a ring that you didn’t fully make out. He wore the necklace with pride, his chest pumped out that you were distracted from the piece of jewelry so the muscles were not too overtoned but just right that you could tell he worked out. Each curve and dip outlined them perfectly from his broad shoulders, to his sculptured chest and linen abs.

He was hand sculpted and created by the hands of the universe itself. Jay was perfect. Especially all the way down to the raging hard on swaying around as he kicked his suit somewhere to be forgotten about.

Your face dropped and eyes widened at the sight. The leaking tip that spilled onto your floor, the faint twitches while being untouched, and just how clearly hung he was that it shamed any of your toys immediately.

“That’s why we couldn’t get straight into it. I don’t want to hurt you” Jay smiles but fingers were crossed behind his back—out of sight from you, “Want to make sure you can take it but I already know you can so I’m not worried”

“Are you sure about that?” You nervously gulped only to let out an awkward chuckle and Jay never thought you looked cuter, the fearful unease in your eyes, a flattering smile but a cloud of desire over you

“I don’t even think I can-” You try to speak but Jay cuts you off

“You can and you will. We’ll make it fit and plus this means I can test how much you can take” The grin on his face made you shudder and yet it excited you more than it scared you

“There’s always room for growth…” You murmur as your eyes trained down his body to the entire of his cock and ran your tongue over your lips

“That’s my girl” He cheers on, “Just relax and feel” He leans over your body and the first skin to skin contact was nearly too much for the both you and Jay

Your cold skins suddenly warmed to each other that it felt like fire that scraped your skin. You were weakly calling his name and it was a daze that he was forever trapped in and would never want to escape from.

“You’re going to be so good for me”

He shivered and you shuddered but unable to touch him, you frustratedly let out a sigh. Jay looks at you in confusion and pulls away in a haste only to see angry tears forming in your eyes, “Woah sweetheart” Jay creases your cheek in a softening voice

You look at him through wet eyelashes and he can’t help but chuckle at the frowning pout that melts his heart. He couldn’t bring himself to stop your sniffles, it was one thing to be a pretty crier, it was another when you looked unreal when tears stained the corner of your eyes, mixed with a desire only he could decipher because it was for him alone.

Jay coos at you, his thumb creasing your cheek but he doesn’t tell you to stop crying. Seeing how your frustrated tears trickled down the back of your face, it made his cock twitch against your bed. It excites him beyond words, it felt too much but it felt so good that he couldn’t stop you.

“Ah. Ah” He tooted his tongue when you tried to hide your teary face from him, “Look at me”

You wouldn’t face him as you felt foolish for even crying in the first place but you are overly sensitive and weak in the moment that the littlest edging would send you off a cliff. And now Jay was using it to his advantage once he realized.

He hooked a finger under your chin and made you look at him. The sullen eyes rimmed with a gloss that made his heart jump. He smiles at the sight, his body temperature rising as he watches the endless tears be unable to stop.

“Stop teasing” You whined whilst moving your body making the silicone toy lodged in you to move making a weak moan rip of out you, “Get on with it please”

“So impatient doll” Jay fakes a disappointed sigh, “Just what am I going to do with you?” The grip on your chin was tight as he squeezes tighter

Your mouth was forced open and Jay leans down and places a kiss at the corner of your lips. What caught you off guard was when a wet feeling crossed your bottom lip and traced into your mouth. Jay sighed in satisfaction that he was back to kissing you again.

Only being able to move your head was torture but as you rubbed your faces together, messily kissing one another with clanking teeths and exchanged of salvia, the cold meteal dangling from his neck onto your chest was more of than enough to slither your need down by a little.

Jay being the only to touch cupped your face as he laughed when you moaned into his mouth. “Jay” You call his name much louder when he finally drags the toy only leaving the tip in before sliding it back in, “F-Fuck”

It was a stretch you knew of recently by the embarrassing number of times you’ve used this exact toy. But it felt different knowing it was in the hands that weren’t yours.

It was frightful that it wouldn’t be the same, that the same spot wouldn’t be reached but you were mistaken. Each plunge into your cunt made you glad it wasn’t the same.

The drag of the dildo past your gummy walls made the plopping sounds worse when he would hilt the base of the fake dick in you. The moans against his mouth worsened as he attempted to swallow every single one.

Jay rested his forehead on yours when he pulled away and kept his mouth hovering yours. He stared at your closed eyes in a need to watch how your face twitched whenever he moved the toy, finally being able to get a close up on what sent you over the edge and which had you screaming for more.

He loved how you weren’t holding back anymore, that you would let everyone in the damn city know who was doing this to you.

“Yeah right there baby?” It was muffled against your moaning lips but that was all he needed as an answer, he inched the toy deeper until it was fully immersed in your walls, “That got you seeing stars?”

The comments made it only more pleasure, your back was arching off the bedding with strings of ‘yes’ and ‘deeper! faster! more!’ falling through in your moans that he managed to string along.

While he hated that it was by a plastic item that could only provide temporary pleasure, it was a blessing to hear you. So loud, so vulnerable and vulgar and overall so prettily that it raced Jay’s mind that it wasn’t delusion.

You were underneath him, your arms and legs bound to your bed by his webs as you gave the ultimately offering of yourself to him. Allowing him to greedily devour you in every single possible way. He was going to seep through the cracks of your body, crawl from within and stream through you, latching and tainting your very self until he was merged with your soul for an eternity.

When the stretch followed by another came, your eyes rolled back and you thrashed your arms weakly as an attempt to hold onto something for support. “Good girl sweetheart, you’re doing so good for me” Jay peers down to see his two fingers lodged in alongside the small toy to stretch you even more, “So good to me”

His muttered words only made you mewl as he simultaneously moved his fingers and toy to stretch out your hole, you were violently shaking your head, “It’s too much- I can’t take it”

“You say that but squeeze like no tomorrow”

“Don’t lie to me, you’re dripping down my fucking hand baby” Jay lowly chuckles but groans when he curls up and feels your gummy walls under his finger tips

“C-Can’t take anymore Jay, 'm serious!” You wailed but to no vail, it didn’t do much when he was rutting his hand harder down on you while moving the plastic in and out of you at a rapid pace

“How else are you going to take my cock in you if you can’t even take this” Jay sadly pouts and recalling the size of him alone made you clench harder around the intrusions in your pussy, “Shit look at you clamping around me. Maybe I should just shove it in you and see how you take it”

”I’d love to see you breaking apart on my cock, bet you’d let me and even thank me for it” You attempt to say something but rip out a cry when his thumb flicks your clit, “Don’t worry though, I don’t want to hurt you darling, it’ll break my heart if I do”

His words went against his actions because with each push into you, you sniffled and cried, your body trashing with pleasure while moaning like you wanted to be heard by everyone.

It didn’t break his heart to see you like this, it stimulated him to do more.

Feeling how you were clamping harder down on his fingers, he realized you were reaching your orgasm. “Gonna come for me baby? Be a good girl and give me your cum?”

You were practically shaking at this point, never in your life had you known a pleasure so good. “Yes I will” You meekly responded, the knotting build up in your stomach growing nearer

The ramming toy sliding in and out of you with ease followed by Spider-Man’s fingers that you hadn’t noticed when it was gone. But you realized when you were stretched out more—way more than what you were feeling just a few seconds ago.

You snap your eyes open and look down to see the discarded toy to the side replaced by Jay guiding his own raging cock into your hole. “So fucking tight shit. I thought it’d loosen you up but fuck it didn’t do anything”

“Jay!” When you scream his name he pants heavily and brings his head up from it hanging between his shoulders to watch how your mouth dropped and the tears spilling down your face when he pushes as deep as he can go

“It’s okay darling. Doing so good for me- that’s it, just take it” He hisses and his arms burned holding himself up but his words were more like a comfort to himself to stay sane, but it was impossible when you hugged him so tightly but still allowed him to ease in you without fail

Jay wasn’t letting you see stars anymore, he was making you become one with them.

When he bottomed out, it was too much for either of you to handle. It was greater than anything in this world and not because of the physical part but rather in the unspoken emotions. How intimately you were connected, his sweaty bare body resting over yours, fitting together and leaving no gaps imaginable.

You whimpered in his neck when he buried himself into yours. His arms caged you and suffocated you, but you weren’t allowed to touch him—you couldn’t burn him and melt him into nothing.

He stayed still for a minute, a silence of accommodation. Absolutely buried to a hilt focusing on how you flutter around him, your hole not used to the stretch but welcoming the intrusion like you were always meant to.

Jay starts slow first, dragging himself out but not far enough where you could feel his absence. He hears your faint noise and grunts when he pushes back in the tightness.

You coat his cock with your slicken arousal, it glimmers in the moonlight and it kills him that he can’t gloss in all your glory. You break out a faint moan at the weak thrust at first, your restrained hands stopping you from clawing at him, left to only claw your fingers into the sticky material.

He groans when you clench around his shaft, “Relax baby. I need you to relax for me okay” It was nearly embarrassing how he almost came just by being inside of you. He had a facade to carry out and he couldn’t risk ruining the experience and cutting it so short. He’d never live with himself if he did

You breathed in and out trying to relax like how he told you but every drag of his length past the soft walls, poking inside whatever he could get his cock to touch was enough to tear you apart.

“So big” You shudder against the shell of his ear and he lightly chuckled, it boosted his ego not as a man but as someone who can please you

He rutted his hips just a little quicker as the soft pained groans from you faded and were replaced with the gripe around him and your beautiful pitched noises filling his ears.

“Yeah? I knew you could take me. I never doubted you for a second, you’ve always been so good. So sweet with your pure heart. Such a kindhearted soul in this sick world” The empty praises filled your heart and you grew dizzy

Your body jolts more frequently as you begin to lose control of your own mentality and succumb to the disaster of your dismantling before Jay.

The rough calloused hands grabbed your sides to stabilize himself when he pistons himself deeper into you. His breath was so hot on your skin that you could feel the fire in your skin, “You’re my good girl right? Taking my cock so deeply in you”

You blabbed incoherently as a response and it left Jay nibbling on your blemished skin. It was blooming with color because of him and it filled his chest with pride—a stark reminder that it was him who did this to you.

Jay thrusted himself into you at a rhythmic pace now, the wet warm confinement made him sick that this will be his greed that he needs for the rest of his life. His rough hands roamed over your body unsure of where to even hold you, each touch of your skin under his hand made him wince, it felt like needles that pricked him but he couldn’t get enough of it.

He groped whatever he could get his hands on which happened to be your jumping tits and he squeezed as he pushed inhumanely harder and deeper that you didn’t even think was possible. He bared his teeth to graze your skin but not enough to bite down on you.

“Jongseong!” You chant as it’s the only thing running through your mind and it made his chest swell

“That’s right, say my name darling. Say my fucking name” He grunts against your shoulder before clamping down the rows of teeth just making you scream

“Jay!” This time it was loud enough that he swore it woke up the entire building, he smiled against you and didn’t stop his thrust for a second

“Let them know who’s ruining you” He digs his nails into your breast to indent them, “No one will ever think about getting close to you again. You’re mine”

Jay could feel his mind reeling when you nodded at his words, his mind and body working against each other that it somehow worked. The hand that gripped the plush chest freed your hand from the webbing and laced your hands together.

The back of your hand bruised with Jay’s death grip but you mimicked how he held you. The touch you finally yearned to have felt nice, to feel his skin with your own hands was an awakening of your soul that you didn’t realize you had. Was it for Spider-Man? Jongseong? Or Jay? You weren’t sure but you could care less.

You knew it was for the man in front of you who rammed so passionately into you like it was home. Jay grunts loudly in your ear, his rough hands tightly gripping your throat making you strain out a noise. The hold tightening around you neck just enough to make you light headed had Jay laughing on your skin, “I want to fucking tear you apart”

That statement alone seemed to bloom butterflies in your stomach. You released one of his hands to claw at his back, dragging your nails down the bare skin—feeling the muscles moving with each thrust.

With your legs still spread apart unable to move from the body in between and the restraint holding them down, Jay’s hip never faltered. The brutal pace he had set that caused the most reaction of you with your scratchier moans and whines each time he pushed in deep and lightly tightened the hold around your neck was all he wanted.

Each single movement led his tip to kiss spots in your gummy walls as he made sure not a single inch of you was untouched by him that you swore it nearly peaked into your cervix.

Jay yelped when you pushed him off your body just enough and you caught his mouth. He melted in the kiss while your arms wrapped around his neck. The kiss was sloppier, far more uncoordinated than before but it was raw. It was true.

Jay’s thrust was erratic now, much faster and harder the more you clenched around him. Your headboard slammed against your wall and your bed creaked with every thrust. You sucked him and it bloomed in his chest that you didn’t want to let him go—much like how he didn’t want to let you go.

“Need to come inside of you. Want you leak of me just so I have the excuse to plug you up to make sure it stays in you” Jay groans, “And if anything dares to leak out, I’ll fuck it back into you”

“I’m going to breed your pussy so fucking full of me” A harsh thump hammered in your chest, your hand clawed his shoulder before dragging your nails, leaving marks in their wake to his biceps where you squeezed, “I’ll fill you up so good doll just to leave a reminder of who is yours forever”

The obscene sounding of skin meeting on skin, your wet mewls and his goans mixing together as your bedding creaking under your rapid rocking bodies.

“Almost there- Just a little more” Jay pushes his cock in and out of you and repeats the motion in whatever pace he can remember, you were clamping around him, the vice sucking him back in, “Take it for me-”

“My beautiful girl” Those three words had you arching off the mattress and gushing around his shaft with no shame while Jay held your hips and bolted his cock as deep as he physically can while he pumped you full beyond capacity

You weakly wrapped your arm around his shoulder and gripped his hand with the other as you focused on the warmth and strips of white painting your velvet walls. You whimpered when Jay continued to move his hips despite neither of your coming down from your orgasms just yet.

“S-sensitive” You sniffle but Jay doesn’t listen to you, his ears were flooded and his mind was fluff as he thought with the only active part of his brain that tells him to eat you up

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Your ragged breaths fanned with Jay’s irregular pants as he pressed his forehead with yours. Your fingers dig into his shoulders and your legs at each side of his thighs shake uncontrollably. His eyes were screwed completely shut as his body cried for rest. The night was still young and round after round wasn’t enough to kill his desire.

While others might’ve thought it was for the horniest thought he’s ever had but to him it was the smartest idea of webbing you to his lap and have you ride him until you and he possibly couldn’t take anymore.

The base of his cock was glossed in white, the dipped crevice of your core gleamed and leaked of his ropes and ropes of release that he keeps fucking back into you so that nothing goes to waste. For what reason? He was still working out the kinks but he knows you need to be full of him in every possible way and he wouldn’t dare deprive you of that.

Jay gulps down harshly, his mind coming down from the uncountable crash of pleasure you gave him but it wasn’t nearly enough. Selfishly he wants more because once he started, there was no way of stopping. However, the moment your hands push down on his chest to your mattress, you dazed towards the jewelry on his chest and he thought you would say something but when you collapsed on top of him, he knew it was over.

Instantly, he’s scooping you into his arms, ripping you from the DIY ropes of his webs from your skin and adjusting you on top of him. His still hard length was nestled in your messy sticky pussy and it twitched when you moved but he pushed down his impulse of slamming his hips up to attend to you.

You were spent beyond repair but luckily Jay has prepared for this moment. It’s all he’s ever dreamt about ever since he met you.

He tangles your body together even more than how it is now. His arms hooked and legs wrapped with yours and rested his head on the crown of yours. With tingling tips of his fingers he traced aimlessly on your back to soothe your regulating breaths now.

Neither of you said anything until he broke the silence with a fling of his wrist and the start of your radio in your dusted corner.

Your eyes felt heavy and Jay could feel how your tensed shoulders that used to weigh you down disappeared and you were soaring in his light. He cleared his throat to rid the scratchy feel from how much he was talking and grunting. But he can’t imagine how you felt from how much you kept screaming for him.

“I hope you know I meant what I said”

“Mhm?” Your eyes were already closing and your drowsiness was taking over that you couldn’t fight back anymore, it was like your body knew you were the safest you will ever be

In the arms of your savior known as the masked vigilante that wasn’t loved by the people but was deeply cared for by you. “That you melt me”

Jay noticed and smiled softly, he placed a soft kiss on top of your head and creased his thumb on your burning skin. “I’m not the bad guy like what the news tries to depict me as. I’m the perfect guy for you”

”I am here to protect you and look out for you even if that means I have to get rid of anything that gets in your way. Now that I’m here, nothing is ever going to hurt you”

Your mind was too burnt out to comprehend what the masked hero was offering—confessing to you; however, in the distance of your room, the radio show host ended the night off, your eyes drooped into slumber—you were safe and that’s all you needed to know.

“This is Vamp Radio, the number 1 crime report station logging off for the night. Make sure to stay safe out there and one last thing…”

“Don’t let the bedbugs bite”

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it had been years since you’d last seen jake sim, and yet the memory of him had never really faded. back in primary school, he had been the teacher everyone liked—young, effortlessly charming, patient in a way that made you look forward to every day you had him. he never raised his voice, he always smelled like cedar and something faintly sweet, and his soft smiles lingered in your mind much longer than they should’ve for a little girl with a secret crush on her homeroom teacher. he was your first real fantasy, tucked away in the back of your mind like a guilty treasure you never planned to admit to anyone. but time passed, as it always does, and he was filed into that distant, unreachable place where childhood dreams went to quietly die.

until now.

your mother had been glowing the day she called you home, her voice light and airy as she said she had someone special she wanted you to meet. you hadn’t expected much—just another name to eventually forget, just another dinner to get through with a polite smile. you certainly hadn’t expected her to walk into the living room with jake fucking sim at her side, his arm loosely wrapped around her waist, that same smile on his lips that had once haunted your preteen daydreams. he looked even better now, age only sharpening the edges of his jaw, filling out his frame with something more solid, more commanding. his hair was darker, styled a little differently, but his eyes were still the same—warm, brown, and gently unreadable.

“you remember jake, don’t you?” your mother had asked, her voice chipper, oblivious. “he used to be your teacher. small world, right?”

you tried to play it off, tried to force a surprised smile that didn’t look as stunned as you felt, but the blood had drained from your face too quickly and your lips parted before you could control them. of course you remembered. he had been the blueprint of every silly romantic fantasy you’d ever had, the reason you started liking older men in the first place, the quiet storm that awakened something hot and confusing in you when you were barely old enough to understand it. and now—now he was your stepfather. your fucking stepfather.

the wedding had been small and quick, not even a year after they’d started dating. you smiled in photos, clinked glasses during toasts, hugged jake when it was appropriate. you kept your distance when it wasn’t. you’d convinced yourself you were being dramatic, that your feelings were just nostalgia and hormones, that he was just a man, and your mom was happy now, so you should be too. and for the most part, you managed. you were in university now, busy with exams and essays, and you didn’t even live in the same house. you only came back on weekends or for holidays—short bursts of time where you could avoid being alone with him, where you could keep yourself sane.

but then came the weekend your mom had to visit your grandmother, three cities away. she left on a thursday afternoon, bags packed and cheerful goodbyes tossed over her shoulder, her voice echoing from the hallway that she’d be back sunday evening, and to take care of each other. jake had offered to drive her, but she insisted he stay—he had grading to finish, classes to prepare. you had exams to study for, so you hadn’t planned on going either. it wasn’t supposed to be a big deal. a few quiet days at home. easy.

except it wasn’t.

the house felt too quiet with just the two of you. every sound was louder, every interaction thicker with something unspoken. he was kind, attentive in that same subtle way that had always undone you—asking how your studying was going, offering to help if you needed a break, his voice low and calm whenever it caught you off guard in the kitchen or the hallway. he smiled at you like he always had, except now it lingered just a little too long. he didn’t look away as quickly anymore. and maybe you were imagining it, maybe you were projecting every filthy thought you’d buried deep down onto every glance and gesture—but something in the air was shifting, slowly, maddeningly, and you could feel it.

you didn’t plan to have dinner together, but jake insisted that night. it was saturday. he leaned against the kitchen counter with a glass of wine in his hand and said it made no sense to eat separately when it was just the two of you. “besides,” he said, tilting his head slightly, eyes scanning your face like he was trying to read it. “i haven’t had a real conversation with you in weeks. feels like you’re avoiding me.”

you laughed too quickly, denying it without really denying it, trying not to focus on the way his voice sounded thicker when he spoke softly like that. you ended up sitting across from him, legs brushing under the table, wine warming your veins more than it should’ve. the food was good—he’d cooked, of course he had, because jake sim was perfect like that—and the conversation was easy, almost too easy. you talked about classes, books, music, and when your hand reached for your glass at the same time his did, your fingers touched and stayed there, barely, just long enough for the world to tilt a little.

you didn’t move your hand away, and neither did he. your eyes lifted slowly, caught in his gaze before you could pretend to be unaffected. something in the way he looked at you made your stomach twist—not fatherly, not polite, not innocent. it was too still, too focused, like he’d been waiting. the silence stretched between you, heavy and intimate, until he finally leaned in just a little closer and said your name—low, drawn-out, like a question and an answer all at once.

“do you think i haven’t noticed?” he asked, his voice quieter now, like it wasn’t meant for anyone but you. “the way you look at me? like you used to when you were too young to understand it.”

your breath caught in your throat. the wine had made you reckless, or maybe it was just the years of keeping everything bottled up, the months of pretending this house wasn’t suffocating you every time he was near. you didn’t deny it. you couldn’t. and maybe that was all he needed, because the next thing you knew, his hand was under your chin, tilting your face up, thumb grazing your bottom lip.

“you’ve grown up so much,” he murmured, more to himself than to you. “beautiful. all this time i thought i was imagining it, but you want this, don’t you?”

you didn’t answer with words. you didn’t need to. your lips parted under his thumb, your thighs pressing together under the table, and when he leaned in the rest of the way and kissed you, it was nothing like your first kiss was supposed to be. it was desperate, hungry, years of suppressed want spilling over in the heat of his mouth. he kissed you like he was claiming you, and you let him. you kissed him back like you’d been waiting your whole life to be kissed like that—by him.

his hands were on your waist, pulling you out of the chair and up against him before you could think. your back bumped against the counter as he pushed between your thighs, his fingers trailing under the hem of your shirt, dragging up your spine and leaving your skin tingling in his wake. the kiss broke only when he had to pull your top off, lips returning to your collarbone, your throat, your jaw, biting and sucking like he couldn’t decide which part of you he wanted most.

“fuck, you taste the same as i imagined,” he muttered, voice ragged as his mouth found your chest, tongue swirling over one nipple before he sucked it into his mouth, making you gasp and arch into him. “i used to jerk off thinking about what you’d sound like. now i get to hear it.”

his words went straight to your core, shameless and raw, and it made your knees weak. you tried to speak, tried to say his name, but all that came out was a breathy whimper as his hand slid between your thighs, palming you over your shorts, feeling how wet you already were for him. you should’ve felt embarrassed—he was your mother’s husband now, a man you were supposed to call family—but all you felt was heat, like every nerve in your body was pulsing in time with his fingers.

“you’re soaked,” he growled, pushing your shorts down roughly, dropping to his knees like he was worshipping you, like this was something he’d been craving for years. he spread your legs open, hooking them over his shoulders, and dragged his tongue over your slit with a low groan. “this pussy’s been waiting for me, hasn’t it? fuck, i knew you wanted it. you were always such a good little girl in class… never thought you’d be such a needy thing underneath.”

you cried out when he sucked your clit into his mouth, one hand gripping the edge of the counter, the other tangled in his hair as he devoured you like it was his last meal. he didn’t stop, didn’t slow down, just kept licking, circling, fucking you with his tongue until your legs were shaking and your stomach was tightening with an orgasm that was already starting to hit.

“j-jake—” you gasped, broken and breathless, but he didn’t stop.

“that’s it,” he whispered against you, wet mouth hot and sinful. “cum on my tongue, baby. show me how much you missed me.”

and you did—your body tensed and trembled as the orgasm ripped through you, your moans filling the kitchen, your thighs squeezing around his head. he groaned into you, drinking every drop, only pulling back when you were twitching and weak, your hands clutching at him like he was the only thing keeping you grounded.

but he didn’t give you a moment to recover. he stood, licking his lips like a man starved, and turned you around with firm hands, bending you over the counter before you could speak. his cock was hard against your ass, straining through his pants, and when he finally freed it, the weight of it rested hot and heavy between your cheeks.

“you have no idea how long i’ve wanted this,” he hissed, lining himself up without warning. “how many nights i thought about bending you over like this, fucking you until you couldn’t think straight.”

you whined at the stretch when he pushed inside—no teasing, no patience, just the thick slide of his cock sinking into your already dripping cunt. the pain was brief, eclipsed by the overwhelming fullness, the way he groaned like he was losing his mind inside you.

“tight fucking pussy,” he muttered, gripping your hips and thrusting in deeper, sharper. “so good. fuck—i’m not pulling out.”

you whimpered, back arching, pushing into every stroke. “d-don’t. i don’t want you to.”

that broke something in him. his hands grabbed your waist harder, slamming into you now with each thrust, the sound of skin on skin echoing off the walls. he was grunting behind you, dirty praise falling from his lips with every snap of his hips.

“you want me to fill you up, huh? want your stepdaddy’s cum inside you?” he groaned. “fuck, i’m gonna give it to you. you deserve it. all of it.”

you were crying now, overwhelmed with the pace, the filth of his words, the way he was fucking you like he owned you. you didn’t care that it was wrong. you didn’t care about anything except how deep he was, how hot his body felt against yours, how much you wanted to be ruined by him.

“say it,” he growled, pulling your hair to lift your face. “tell me whose pussy this is.”

“y-yours,” you choked out, lips trembling, eyes rolling back as your second orgasm built fast, relentless. “it’s yours, jake—fuck—it’s always been yours.”

and with a loud groan, he slammed in to the hilt and spilled inside you, thick, hot, and endless, painting your insides with everything he’d been holding back. the feeling of it sent you spiraling again, another wave crashing over you, leaving you both breathless, sweaty, and trembling against the counter.

he didn’t pull out right away. he stayed buried inside you, his hand smoothing down your back, mouth pressed to your shoulder as you both caught your breath. the silence returned, but now it was different—sated, sticky, full of everything you couldn’t say out loud.

“we’re fucked, aren’t we?” you whispered, half-laughing, half-crying.

he chuckled against your skin, still inside you. “yeah,” he said. “but you were worth every second of it.”

you didn’t sleep that night—not really. after the first time on the kitchen counter, jake had pulled you into his arms like he couldn’t get enough of you, kissing you slow and filthy before carrying you to the living room couch and fucking you there too, bent over the backrest while his fingers dug into your hips. then the stairs—he stopped halfway to kiss you again, to press you against the railing and take you standing up, slow and deep, like he wanted to feel every inch of you clenching around him.

he didn’t stop until you were crying—raw and overstimulated, his cum dripping from between your thighs, lips bruised from how hard he kissed you when you called him “daddy.” you said it the first time barely above a whisper, unsure if it would cross a line, but the way his breath hitched, the way he looked at you like you were his undoing, told you everything you needed to know.

“say it again,” he had groaned, thrusting harder, his hand gripping your throat as he fucked you on his bed—your mother’s bed. “say it while i’m deep inside this sweet little pussy.”

and you had, over and over, until your voice was hoarse and your body collapsed under the weight of everything you’d held in for so long. you lost count of how many times he came inside you, how many times he kissed your tears away, how many times he praised you for being his good girl, his sweet baby, his filthy little secret.

by morning, you were sore, bruised, and still trembling from the ghost of his touch. you showered in silence, pretending like your body didn’t still ache for him, like you hadn’t screamed his name against a wall just hours ago. when your mom finally returned, cheerful and none the wiser, you met jake’s gaze across the kitchen with heat still burning in your cheeks.

from that day on, everything changed—but nothing did.

he never touched you in front of her. never said a word that might give you away. but the looks were enough. the glances that lingered, the faint smirk he wore when you bit your lip across the room. the way he’d let his fingers brush your waist when he walked behind you, or how his hand would rest a second too long on your shoulder when he passed by. it became a routine—a dangerous, delicious secret that only the two of you shared.

on the nights your mom worked late or left town again, he’d knock softly on your door like he was asking permission, and you’d always let him in. sometimes he’d take his time, laying you down gently, whispering how much he missed being inside you. other nights he’d flip you over and fuck you face-down into the mattress, hand tangled in your hair as you begged for more, crying into the sheets as he told you what a perfect little slut you were for him.

you were submissive in ways you hadn’t even known you could be—so eager to please, so needy when he praised you. you melted every time he called you baby, whimpered every time he held your face and said you were his. and calling him daddy—it wasn’t just part of the game. it was instinct. it felt right. natural. like it had always belonged to him.

but of course, that didn’t go unnoticed.

one evening, your mom smiled casually as she stirred a pot on the stove, glancing over her shoulder when she heard you call out for jake from across the hall.

“you’ve really taken a liking to him,” she laughed. “never thought i’d hear you call anyone daddy again. thought you were too old for that kind of thing.”

you froze, your heart thudding so hard you thought it might explode. jake was behind her, and you felt his eyes on you instantly, hot and sharp like a warning—but his face didn’t change. he was good at this. calm. unreadable. he just sipped from his glass of wine and smiled like the comment didn’t mean anything.

“she’s just affectionate,” he said smoothly, like it was the most innocent thing in the world. “i don’t mind.”

your mom hummed, turning back to the stove with a shrug. “still,” she muttered, half to herself, “doesn’t really suit her anymore. that’s a little girl’s nickname, don’t you think?”

you almost laughed. if only she knew how many times you’d sobbed it into his neck, how many times he’d made you say it while you came all over his cock, how many times he whispered back, “good girl. daddy’s so proud of you.”

but she didn’t know. she’d never know.

the rain had started sometime past midnight, loud against the windows, steady and relentless. the thunder rolled deep, shaking the walls of the house with each distant rumble, and it was that sound—more than anything else—that stirred you from your light sleep. you blinked up at the ceiling, your room dimly lit by the occasional flash of lightning, heart fluttering with something that wasn’t quite fear… more like anticipation.

you bit your lip, glancing toward the hallway.

you shouldn’t.

but you wanted to.

moments before bed, jake had visited you in your room like he sometimes did—just to check in, to say goodnight. he’d kissed your forehead, then your cheek, and then, like always, your lips. it was soft at first, but you’d reached up and pulled him closer, whispering “more,” against his mouth. he pulled back, breath shaky, eyes flicking toward the door as if he expected someone to walk in.

“baby,” he had murmured, brushing your hair back. “your mom’s waiting for me in bed.”

you’d pouted, lips still tingling from his kiss, and tilted your head as you asked, “do you love me more than her?”

he’d hesitated—just for a second—but then he smiled, small and fond, like he was embarrassed by how quickly the truth came out.

“yeah,” he said, voice quiet. “i love you more.”

then he left, walking down the hall to the master bedroom where your mother waited—dressed in a short satin nightgown, her skin dewy from moisturizer and sleepiness. you knew the routine. she was always tired. she always took her pills, the kind that knocked her out cold. jake had told you once, in passing, that nothing ever woke her up when she took them.

so when you heard the storm rolling outside, something bold stirred in your chest. the house was silent except for the rain, the soft ticking of the grandfather clock downstairs, and your own heartbeat in your ears. you slipped out of bed, your cotton shorts riding up your thighs, the hem of your camisole brushing your navel. no bra, no panties. you tiptoed barefoot through the hallway, every creak in the floorboard echoing like a gunshot, but you didn’t stop. your fingers trembled slightly as you reached for the doorknob to their room, slowly turning it and pushing the door open just wide enough to slip inside.

the room was dark, heavy with the scent of lavender and cologne. lightning lit the walls for a split second, revealing the silhouette of your mother fast asleep, turned away from the center of the bed, blanket drawn up loosely around her hips. jake was on the other side, shirtless, lying flat on his back with one arm resting above his head, chest rising and falling slowly with each breath. the space beside him was wide—just enough for you, if you were careful.

you held your breath as you padded closer and crawled in beside him, inching your body down into the mattress as slowly as possible. you curled on your side, your back pressed lightly to his hip, trying not to smile as you settled in. the heat of his body seeped into yours. you could feel him—barely—against the curve of your ass, and the moment you shifted just slightly, you felt the swell of his cock, half-hard, thick and heavy against you even in sleep.

you arched your back a little more, grinding slowly, gently, testing.

a soft inhale escaped him.

then a hand touched your waist.

“baby,” he whispered groggily, voice husky from sleep, “what are you doing here?”

you turned your head just enough to look at him over your shoulder, eyes wide, pouty. “the storm woke me up,” you murmured, still rolling your hips back against him, “and i got scared.”

his breath hitched when your ass pressed more firmly to his length, now fully hard and twitching against the thin fabric of his sweatpants. “fuck,” he mumbled under his breath, one hand sliding down to grip your hip tightly. “you’re gonna drive me insane.”

you reached down without answering and pulled at the waistband of his pants, lifting the fabric just enough to free his cock, already thick and leaking at the tip. you heard the sharp breath he took when your fingers wrapped around him, stroking slowly. he pushed his hips forward into your hand, biting down a groan.

then, still without a word, he hooked a finger into the waistband of your pink shorts and dragged them down over your ass. the air was cool against your bare skin, and you felt his hand pause when he realized you weren’t wearing anything underneath.

“naughty little thing,” he whispered, dragging two fingers along your slit, feeling how wet you were. “you planned this.”

you didn’t deny it. you just moaned quietly when he rubbed circles against your clit, pressing his forehead to your shoulder, his other hand reaching to squeeze your breast through your thin top.

he didn’t waste time. he positioned himself behind you, pulling your leg back over his thigh, and eased his cock into you slowly, the tip splitting you open as you tried to keep your moans muffled. he hissed through his teeth as he bottomed out, his fingers digging into your hips.

“so fucking tight,” he whispered, moving in slow, deep strokes. “you feel too good, baby.”

you rocked back into him, eyes fluttering shut, the sheets rustling beneath you as your bodies moved together. his hand came up to your mouth, covering your lips as he fucked you from behind, spooned up against you, every thrust making your ass slap against his hips.

“quiet,” he breathed, “she’s right there.”

your eyes opened in the dark, and you saw her—still asleep, facing away, barely moving. the thrill of it made your pussy clamp down tighter, made jake curse softly and fuck you harder.

he turned you over slowly, gently, until you were on your back and he was above you, lifting your shirt to expose your chest. he leaned down to suck your nipple into his mouth, his cock never leaving you, just grinding deeper as he kissed down your stomach, whispering filthy things about how good you felt, how beautiful you looked stretched out for him in their bed.

“i love you,” he muttered into your skin, voice cracked and breathless. “you’re mine.”

you wrapped your legs around him, pulled him in closer, and whispered, “fuck me, daddy. please. make me yours.”

that broke him. his hips snapped harder, deeper, hands grabbing your wrists and pinning them above your head as he pounded into you in the missionary position, the bed creaking ever so slightly. he fucked you like he owned you, kissing you hard, letting you moan into his mouth when you came all over him again.

afterward, he didn’t stop—he flipped you onto your knees and took you from behind, gripping your hair, his balls slapping your soaked pussy with each brutal thrust. you were delirious, dripping, sobbing into the pillows while your mom snored on just feet away. it wasn’t enough for him—he pulled out and turned you over again, sitting back on his knees and tapping his cock against your lips.

“suck it, baby,” he whispered, “you can do it.”

you obeyed, eyes glassy, tongue out, taking him into your mouth until your jaw ached and your throat was raw. he watched you the whole time, stroking your cheek, whispering that you were his good girl, his sweet baby, his favorite thing in the world.

you climbed on top of him after that, straddling his hips, riding him slowly, hands on his chest, tits bouncing with each movement. his hands slid up your thighs, gripping your ass, his cock deep inside you as you rocked back and forth, whispering his name over and over like a prayer.

you lost track of the thunder outside, of the minutes slipping past, of everything except the way jake’s cock kept hitting that perfect spot inside you—like he knew your body better than anyone ever could.

his hands gripped your thighs tight, eyes locked on your face as he fucked you harder now, his body pressing yours deeper into the bed. the headboard tapped lightly against the wall, not loud enough to wake her, but enough to make your heart race with the risk.

you opened your mouth to moan, but his palm flew to your lips, muffling the cry that broke out when he bottomed out again, his cock so deep you swore you could feel him in your throat.

“shhh, baby,” he whispered, sweat dripping down his neck, chest heaving, “you wanna wake her up?”

you shook your head, pupils blown wide, legs trembling.

“then be good,” he murmured, lowering himself until his forehead pressed to yours, his cock still slamming into you slow and thick and hard. “be a good girl and take it.”

you nodded, tears in your eyes from how much you needed it. needed him.

“you feel how this pussy sucks me in?” he breathed, lifting one of your legs higher, fucking you deeper. “so fucking tight. so warm. it’s perfect, baby. this is mine.”

your voice cracked under his palm as you whimpered, grinding up into him. and then you whispered it—low, dangerous, full of wicked curiosity.

“does it feel better than hers?”

he paused.

then he looked you dead in the eyes, smirked, and answered without hesitation.

“yours is better,” he growled, grabbing your jaw, pulling your face close, “your pussy’s the only one i think about. the only one i wanna cum in. you hear me?”

you moaned again, too loud, and his hand came back over your mouth, his thrusts speeding up as you clenched around him from the filthy confession.

then he pulled out suddenly, panting, and sat back against the headboard, his cock glistening, twitching. “ride me,” he whispered, voice wrecked. “come sit on daddy’s cock.”

you didn’t need to be told twice. you climbed over him, straddling his lap slowly, lowering yourself onto his length with a desperate gasp. the stretch made your back arch, his hands coming up to hold your waist as you started to move—slow at first, rolling your hips in circles, grinding your clit against him with every pass.

he leaned in and sucked your nipple into his mouth, then kissed down to your chest, whispering, “that’s it, baby. let daddy see how much you love this dick.”

you bounced harder, faster, the mattress shifting beneath you, and jake grabbed your ass, slapping it once as you rode him.

“look at you,” he moaned, “bouncing like a desperate little slut while your mommy sleeps next to us. if only she knew how many times i’ve filled this pussy.”

you clenched again at that, and your body shook as another orgasm crashed through you, your cunt milking his cock with messy wet sounds as he held you down and let you grind through the aftershocks.

but you still weren’t done.

he pulled out, spun you around, pushed your chest into the mattress and lifted your hips high—doggy. his favorite. he slammed back into you without warning, and you screamed into the pillow, his fingers digging into your hips, his cock slamming into you over and over until you were crying.

“say it,” he groaned behind you, “say you’re daddy’s girl.”

“i’m your girl,” you sobbed into the sheets, barely able to breathe. “i’m your good girl, daddy.”

“that’s fucking right.”

his balls slapped your clit, your pussy gushed around him, and he was grunting, fucking you with long, brutal strokes as his pace grew erratic.

“gonna cum again,” he warned, grabbing your hair, arching your back. “gonna fill you up. again.”

“please,” you begged, “please, daddy, cum in me. fill me up.”

he slammed into you one last time, as deep as he could go, and his whole body tensed as he spilled inside you, hot and thick, his cock twitching as he emptied himself into your already ruined pussy. you could feel it dripping out around his cock before he even pulled out, and when he finally did, it made a wet sound—your cum and his, mixed and leaking down your thighs.

he collapsed beside you, panting, pulling you into his arms, your bodies completely naked, sticky, tangled in sweat and sin and everything you weren’t supposed to be.

you curled into his chest, heart still pounding, and whispered, barely audible—

“i love you, daddy.”

he kissed your temple, still inside the bed where his wife slept a foot away, and whispered it back without hesitation.

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you didn’t go to school for two weeks after it happened.

at first, you told your parents you were just tired. that maybe you were coming down with something. that your body ached. and it was true, in a way—your body did ache, but not from any illness they’d understand. the ache sat deep in your chest, in your lungs, in the pit of your stomach. it made it hard to breathe, hard to eat, hard to sleep without waking up in tears.

you cried until your throat burned. until your pillow was soaked. until your fingers curled into your sheets in the middle of the night, wishing you could claw him out of your memory. you kept replaying it over and over again—how he held you, how he kissed your forehead, how gently he moved inside you, how he fed you soup and looked at you like you were made of glass. and then how he broke you in the same room he touched you like you mattered.

you didn’t understand.

you couldn’t understand.

someone who loved with actions—who tied your shoelaces when they came undone, who waited at the gate after school, who sat in silence with you in the library just to be near you—how could that all be a lie? how could someone fake the way his thumb brushed over your hand while you solved equations, or the way he held you like the world outside your bedroom didn’t exist?

you told yourself there had to be something real in it. maybe not all of it. but something. he couldn't have done all that just for a bet… right?

but while you cried yourself sick, the others were laughing.

heesung and his friends—jay, sunghoon, the others who had always hovered around like shadows—were joking about it in the cafeteria. about how you’d fallen hard. about how easy it had been. jay even said he didn’t think you’d go through with it. sunghoon just laughed and said, “i guess love makes girls blind.”

and heesung?

he laughed too.

smirked and said, “i told you. i knew she’d give in. i know her type.”

and maybe something in him tightened when he said it. maybe something in his chest flickered, sharp and bitter. but no one noticed—not even him. because in front of his friends, his pride had to survive. so he played along. like you had meant nothing. like none of it had mattered.

and yet… when you came back, everything changed.

you walked into school two weeks later with your head held a little higher. your eyes were tired, but they didn’t tremble anymore. your uniform was the same, your hair was the same, but there was something different about the way you carried yourself. you smiled at your teacher when she welcomed you back. you answered roll call like nothing was wrong. when people whispered in the halls, you didn’t flinch.

you told everyone your parents had taken you out of town to visit your grandmother. “we didn’t plan it,” you said easily. “they just made the decision last minute. no signal where we were.”

you sat in class like normal. you took notes. you even hummed quietly during break.

and people noticed.

not in the cliché, dramatic way. not like you suddenly became the “hot girl.” it was quieter than that. it was in the way people looked twice when you walked by. the way they hesitated before talking about you. the way they no longer saw you as invisible, but as something they couldn’t quite define.

and heesung noticed too.

he saw the way your posture had changed. the way you didn’t glance around nervously anymore. the way you answered questions with confidence, how you laughed with classmates you never used to talk to. something about your presence was louder now, even if your voice wasn’t.

and for the first time since he left your house, he started remembering.

he remembered how your hands shook when you first held his. how your eyes lit up when he brought you strawberries one afternoon because you mentioned liking them in passing. how he watched you sleep once, and something inside him clenched in a way he didn’t understand back then.

he told himself it was all an act. that he was just playing the part. that every kind gesture, every glance, every soft breath against your skin was planned.

but not all of it was.

some things just... happened. some moments weren’t rehearsed. and now, watching you from across the room, something sharp curled beneath his ribs.

regret.

and that feeling only deepened when, one afternoon, you were walking past the lockers and someone called your name.

“y/n!”

you turned, blinking, and found a boy you didn’t recognize very well—jake, from class 1-b. tall, warm smile, honey-brown hair. he jogged over with a little out-of-breath laugh.

“you dropped this earlier in the hallway,” he said, holding out your pen.

you blinked at it, surprised. “oh… thank you. i didn’t even notice.”

“yeah,” he grinned, rubbing the back of his neck. “figured you’d want it back. it’s cute. the little star charm’s cool.”

you laughed, a small, real sound. “it was a gift. from myself.”

he laughed with you. “solid choice.”

he walked with you to class that day. not flirtatious. just easy. light.

and heesung saw it all from the other end of the hall—your laugh, your comfort, the way jake looked at you like you were bright and new.

and something in his stomach twisted.

for the first time, he wasn’t part of your world.

he had no place there anymore.

and maybe—just maybe—that was the part that hurt the most.

heesung didn’t notice it all at once.

at first, it was just a quiet discomfort. something small. like the subtle ache of a bruise you forgot was there until someone brushed against it. a flicker in his chest that he ignored. a hollow feeling he pushed down with laughter and noise.

he told himself he didn’t care. that he had won. that it was just a bet and he had gotten what he wanted. his friends kept saying it, too—how easy it was, how good the payoff had been, how funny it was that you actually cried.

but every time they said your name like it was a joke, something in him tensed.

still, he smiled.

still, he laughed.

because that’s what he was supposed to do.

until you came back.

you walked into school like someone who had been rebuilt. not louder, not flashier, not dressed any different—but something in you had changed. you didn’t slouch anymore. you didn’t stare at the floor when people passed. your steps were quieter, but more certain. like you didn’t need to be noticed to be seen.

and worse—you didn’t look at him.

not once.

not even when your eyes passed over his. you looked right through him. like he wasn’t there. like the boy you gave yourself to had died and become someone you didn’t recognize anymore. it was the first time he realized you could move on. that maybe he hadn’t broken you the way he thought he did.

and that’s when it started.

the ache.

every day after that, it grew heavier. he tried to ignore it—he flirted with other girls in the hallway, he laughed louder than necessary, he stayed out late. but none of it filled the space you left behind. the silence of your absence followed him everywhere, curling like smoke around his collarbones, pressing against his lungs.

and then came jake.

at first, he didn’t even know the guy’s name. just some quiet boy from a different class—friendly, golden-haired, always polite to teachers. but suddenly, he was sitting beside you during lunch. carrying your books when your arms were full. walking with you to the gate after school. he never touched you too much, never made it look like anything romantic, but it didn’t matter.

heesung saw the way you smiled around him.

not the way you used to smile at heesung—shy and tentative—but brighter. lighter. like you were no longer afraid of breaking.

and worst of all, jake did things heesung used to do.

he tucked your hair behind your ear when the wind blew too hard. he waited for you outside the library, leaning against the wall with both hands in his pockets like it was the most natural thing in the world. he passed you notes in class—not cheesy ones, but simple things like “don’t forget to eat lunch today” or “i hope your morning was kind.”

and every time heesung saw one of those moments unfold, his chest tightened.

because he remembered.

he remembered how you used to look at him like that. how you used to reach for his hand without thinking. how you once whispered “thank you for choosing me” after he kissed your forehead in your room.

he told himself it was all fake. that he had played a role, nothing more.

but some of it hadn’t been fake.

some of it had been instinct.

some of it had been real.

and now it was gone.

sometimes, at night, he lay in bed staring at the ceiling, thinking of the way your voice trembled when you said you were happy your first time had been with him. the way you clung to the blanket when he stood to leave. the way you ran after him, bare feet against the floor, tears already falling—and he didn’t turn around.

he should have turned around.

now you were healing without him.

and he… he was unraveling.

that's why he didn’t expect to see you again that day.

it was just a normal afternoon—at least, that’s what it was supposed to be. the courtyard was half-empty, students trickling out after class in lazy, aimless waves. heesung had been walking with jay and sunghoon, shoulders slouched, backpack hanging loosely from one strap, half-listening to some story jay was telling that didn’t really matter.

he wasn’t paying attention. not until he heard your laugh.

soft. low. the kind of laugh that used to only come out when you were comfortable, when you forgot to be afraid. he froze instinctively—eyes lifting before his mind could stop him.

there you were.

sitting on the edge of a planter box under the tree near the gate, legs crossed at the ankle, your head tilted as you listened to jake say something beside you. he was holding a bottle of water, a backpack slung over one shoulder. he handed it to you, and you took it with a small smile, your fingers brushing his for just a second.

heesung couldn’t hear what you were saying. but you were smiling. you looked healthy. rested. you looked like you hadn’t spent weeks crying over him in the dark. you looked like you’d finally let go of the hand that once shattered you.

and you didn’t look his way—not once.

that was the part that felt the heaviest.

“damn,” jay muttered beside him, loud enough for the others to hear. “she moves on fast.”

sunghoon snorted. “wonder if she cried in jake’s arms, too.”

they laughed. a few other boys chuckled with them. someone else said, “what was her name again? the one you took home? y/n, right?”

heesung didn’t say anything. he kept walking, but his pace slowed.

“maybe she’s just collecting boyfriends now,” jay added with a grin. “first heesung, now jake. who’s next?”

“bet jake has no idea she was begging heesung to stay, crying like a kicked puppy.” sunghoon whistled. “guess jake likes secondhand toys.”

the laughter grew louder. more shameless. more cruel.

heesung stopped walking.

he didn’t say a word. he didn’t laugh. he just stared straight ahead, jaw clenched so tight it ached. his fingers curled tighter around the strap of his backpack, knuckles white.

they were still talking about you like that. like you were nothing more than a punchline. like you hadn’t mattered. like you hadn’t loved him.

and he said nothing.

because saying something would mean stepping out of the mask he’d been wearing this whole time. it would mean breaking the image. it would mean admitting that you weren’t just another girl. that what he did wasn’t just a joke. it would mean facing everything he’d been trying to ignore since the moment he left your house and walked away from the girl who had given him everything.

he told himself it was better this way. that it was cleaner if he stayed silent.

but his silence was starting to rot him from the inside out.

you were still sitting there, unaware. jake stood up, pointing at something in his phone, and you leaned slightly to look. he held the screen closer, and your knees brushed lightly—casual, natural, the kind of touch heesung remembered vividly.

and for a second—just a second—he wished he could go back.

not to change what happened, not to undo it, but to tell you that it hadn’t all been a lie. that not everything had been a game. because when you smiled at him, something inside him had moved. and when you cried, something inside him hadbroken. he just hadn’t known what to do with that feeling. so he buried it. mocked it. pretended it never happened.

and now it was too late.

jay slapped a hand on his shoulder. “what, you mad he’s got her now?”

he didn’t respond.

just shook him off gently, like the touch annoyed him.

because yeah. maybe he was mad.

but not at you. not at jake.

he was mad at himself—for letting go of the only person who ever looked at him like he wasn’t just a name behind a pretty face. for breaking something he didn’t know how to fix. for being too much of a coward to say, “stop,” when they started laughing.

and for still staring at you like you were his, when he gave you every reason to walk away.

he laid on his back, staring at the ceiling like it had answers.

the room was quiet except for the hum of his fan and the soft ticking of the clock on his desk. it was late—past midnight, maybe closer to two—but sleep didn’t come easily anymore. not the kind that left you rested. not the kind that made mornings worth waking up for.

his body was still. but his mind wouldn’t shut up.

he hated how loud your memory was in silence.

he closed his eyes and it came rushing back. the way your fingers curled in his shirt when you kissed him the first time. how you trembled under his touch but still whispered “i want this with you.” how you winced when he entered you, how your nails dug into his back as you cried out, how you smiled, teary and flushed, afterward, whispering “i’m happy it was you.”

he hadn’t meant to remember all of it—but it wouldn’t leave him alone.

the way you used to wait by his locker just to walk home together. the way you brought him tangerines because he said he liked them once. the way you blushed whenever he tucked your hair behind your ear. how you laughed when he teased you softly. how your voice always dropped when you said his name like it meant something more.

he thought he’d buried all of that. he thought forgetting you would be easy.

but nothing about you was forgettable.

he sat up in bed, breathing heavy now, like the air around him had thickened. there was a tension in his chest—an ache that didn’t go away when he rubbed his hands over his face. it stayed there, lodged in his ribs, aching like guilt, like grief, like a question he’d never asked himself until now:

did i love her?

and the silence answered back:

yes.

yes, he did. maybe not from the start. maybe not all at once. but somewhere along the line—between the library books and your gentle voice and the way you looked at him like he was someone worth loving—he had fallen for you.

and now you were gone.

really gone.

not just physically, but emotionally. spiritually. you no longer belonged to his world. you no longer turned at the sound of his name. he could pass you in the hallway and it would be like walking past a ghost.

he hesitated, looking at his phone on the nightstand.

his heart beat faster.

his hand trembled slightly as he reached for it, thumb hovering over your contact. it was still there. he never deleted it. he never even changed your name. just y/n—plain, simple, the way you saved yourself in his phone that first night.

he stared at it for too long.

what do i say?

what could i say?

sorry? i miss you? i didn’t mean it? i was wrong?

they all felt hollow. they all felt too late. but he pressed the call button anyway, like maybe—maybe—you’d still want to hear his voice.

it rang once.

then the screen went black. call declined.

he froze.

his stomach dropped.

he tried again. and this time—

“this number is not available.”

his throat tightened. he tried to breathe through it, but his chest felt like it was collapsing in on itself.

you had blocked him.

not muted. not ignored. not paused.

blocked. completely. entirely. with finality.

and just like that, it hit him like a blow to the ribs.

she doesn’t want to hear from me. she’s done.

what did he expect?

that you’d pick up in the middle of the night, voice soft and sleepy, still waiting for him? that you’d cry again, say his name, beg for answers? that you’d run into his arms like nothing had happened?

how fucking foolish.

his fingers tightened around the phone, then let it drop beside him with a dull thud.

you weren’t waiting. you weren’t hoping. you weren’t his anymore.

you had walked away. healed. outgrown him.

and he—he had stayed the same. still pretending. still running. still hiding behind silence and laughter and people who didn’t care if he burned.

he laid back down, arm over his eyes, chest hollow.

he wouldn’t call again.

he wouldn’t message.

he wouldn't show up pretending to be brave.

not because he respected your decision—but because he was a coward.

and because facing your rejection now would destroy what little was left of him.

so he let the silence stay.

just like you had.

days had turned into weeks, though heesung wasn’t sure when the shift had occurred. time had begun to bleed together, slow and indistinct, like the blur of water slipping down a window during a storm. everything felt quieter than before, but not in the peaceful way—no, it was the kind of silence that made his skin itch, that wrapped around his lungs and refused to let go, like grief that hadn’t quite finished forming. he still walked the same halls, still sat in the same classrooms, still laughed at the same tired jokes, but the world around him felt distorted, as if nothing was quite where it used to be. and it wasn’t. not really. because you weren’t there anymore—not in the way that counted.

you didn’t look at him anymore. didn’t flinch when you passed each other. you didn’t hesitate, or soften, or seem remotely affected by the empty space he left behind. and maybe that was what finally started to eat at him—not your absence, but your indifference. it was easier when he thought you hated him. hate meant fire. hate meant he still lived somewhere inside you. but now... now you looked through him like he had become translucent, like he no longer held a single thread to your world. and god, it hurt more than he could stand.

he told himself he didn’t care. repeated it like a prayer each night when he stared at the ceiling in his dark room, one arm slung over his eyes to block out everything except his thoughts. but the truth clawed at him like something alive. he remembered everything—your hands in his, the soft pull of your smile, the way your head fit perfectly on his shoulder, how your voice cracked when you said “i’m glad it was you.” he had tried to forget, but it came back in waves, sharp and suffocating. he remembered how you kissed him like he mattered, how you trembled but still trusted him, how your eyes fluttered open afterward, full of something so painfully pure it nearly undid him.

he couldn’t forget. not anymore.

the ache that came with those memories had become unbearable—dense in his chest, heavy in his throat. and when he walked into the chemistry lab that afternoon, all he wanted was to disappear for a little while, to escape the noise of the halls and the suffocating press of guilt that followed him like a shadow. he didn’t expect to see you there.

you were standing near the lockers, facing away from him, your body half-tucked behind the tall cabinet where the beakers and tongs were kept. you moved carefully, methodically, as if each motion served a purpose. your back was straight, your hair pulled out of the way, the sleeves of your uniform rolled just slightly. you looked so calm, so self-contained. you looked nothing like the girl he remembered sobbing under a blanket while he walked away.

he froze. completely.

for a moment, he couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move. he felt like the air had thickened, like he had walked into a memory and it had decided to come alive just to punish him. his gaze locked on you, and as if some invisible string snapped taut between you, you turned.

your eyes met.

and everything around him went still.

his heartbeat stuttered. there was a pressure behind his eyes, behind his ribs, like something raw had clawed its way out of him. and for the briefest second, he thought maybe—maybe—there was something still left. maybe you’d say something, anything.

but then you blinked, cold and calm, and turned away again without a word.

you folded your lab coat neatly, placed it on the stool beside you, and grabbed your bag. you were already halfway to the door when his body reacted before his mind could.

“wait—”

his voice cracked through the silence, rough and desperate.

you paused, fingers on the sliding door, shoulders tense.

“please. y/n… wait.”

he moved toward you, slowly, like every step cost him something. and just before you could open the door, he reached out, fingers brushing your wrist.

you flinched.

your reaction was immediate, electric—your body snapped away like he had burned you. your eyes turned to his, not wide with surprise or hurt, but narrowed with fury and something else—disgust. your voice, when it came, was sharp and low and full of ice.

“don’t touch me.”

he stepped back instinctively, guilt spreading across his face like poison. he lifted his hands slightly, palms open as if to show he meant no harm. but it didn’t matter. it was already too late.

“i just… i need to talk to you,” he said, voice softer now, almost breaking. “please. i know i don’t deserve it. but just let me—”

“you used me.” your voice cut through the room like a blade, and he fell silent instantly. “now you want me to believe you care?” you shook your head, bitter disbelief dripping from every word. “don’t insult me. save your guilt for someone who asked for it.”

he took a shallow breath, but your words didn’t stop.

“you didn’t defend me when they laughed at me.” your tone trembled now—not with weakness, but with pain long held. “you laughed with them.” you stepped forward, eyes gleaming with unshed tears. “so don’t act like you regret it now.”

his lips parted, his throat worked, but nothing came. not until you finally said the last thing he’d been terrified to hear.

“you never loved me, heesung.” your voice cracked, but you didn’t look away. “you loved the way i looked at you.”

that broke him.

he looked down, shoulders heavy, breath unsteady. he wanted to deny it, to explain, to beg—but the truth swelled inside him like a wound finally bursting.

“i did,” he said softly, eyes flicking back to you, desperate. “i did love you. i swear i didn’t know it until after, but—” he choked, biting down the panic that rose in his chest. “yes, it started as a joke. a fucking stupid bet. but it stopped being one the moment you smiled at me like i meant something. when you held my hand, when you kissed me back, when you… when we were in your room, and i held you—”

you slapped him.

hard.

his head jerked slightly to the side, the sting spreading across his cheek like fire.

you were shaking now, but your voice was steady.

“don’t you dare bring that night up.”

your eyes were red, but not from weakness. from rage. from betrayal. from the kind of heartbreak that people don’t walk away from whole.

“you planned it. all of it. you got close to me just to win. you let me fall. you let me love you knowing the whole time you were going to rip me apart. and you did.” your voice rose, thick with tears now spilling freely down your cheeks. “i hate you, heesung. i hate you. leave me alone.”

he opened his mouth, but you were already walking away, grabbing your coat and bag, shoving past him like he wasn’t even there. and this time, he didn’t follow. he didn’t try to stop you. he just stood there, one hand on his cheek, chest collapsing in on itself.

he watched you disappear through the door.

and for the first time, he didn’t just feel regret. he felt loss. real, permanent, irreparable loss.

and he knew.

you would never look at him again.

not even with hate.

because even that… required caring.

You blinked. “What—?”

He grabbed your hips, firm and guided you up, sitting where you’d been and pulling you forward to straddle his lap. His hands slid under the shirt, spreading over your thighs, your ass, squeezing like he was grounding himself.

The second your thighs straddled his lap, Heeseung’s big hands gripped your ass like he owned it—because he did. His tie hung loose around his neck, collar undone, dark eyes fixed on you with reverence that was anything but holy.

“You have no idea,” he whispered, kissing up your neck, “how many times I thought about you today. About this fucking body. About this mouth. About these perfect tits I’m about to ruin.”

He nipped at your collarbone, voice cracking slightly. “My pretty little wife. Sitting here soft and warm while I was out there being polite to assholes. D’you know how hard it was not to come home early and fuck you stupid?”

You gasped as he yanked the shirt open, buttons scattering. “H-Heeseung—”

“Say it again.” His eyes darkened. “Say my name when I worship you.”

He licked a hot stripe down the valley of your breasts, hands pressing your tits to his face like he needed it to breathe. “God, I missed these. My mouth’s been dry all day and I knew—I knew—nothing would fix it but a taste of you.”

“God, look at you,” he growled, dragging his nose across your collarbone, breathing you in like a man starved. “Sitting here all soft and fuckable, like you don’t even know what that pretty little body does to me.”

You whimpered when he shoved the shirt off your shoulders completely. He leaned back slightly just to get a better view, then slapped your ass hard.

“You really let me come home to this?” His tone was half worship, half punishment. “No panties. No bra. Just that tiny shirt and your thighs spread like a goddamn invitation? You trying to break me?”

He leaned in, bit your nipple, then licked the sting with a filthy moan. “I had a partner breathing down my neck all day, talking shit I couldn’t care less about, and all I could fucking think about was bending you over my desk and making you cry on my cock.”

His fingers slipped between your legs, groaning as he felt how wet you were. “Fucking hell, baby… you’re soaking. So needy. You like it when I come home mad, huh?”

You moaned something incoherent, grinding down into his hand. He chuckled darkly.

“Of course you do. My perfect little cockdrunk wife. Say it... say who all this is for.”

“You, Hee—fuck, it’s yours. It’s all yours—”

“Damn right it is.” His fingers moved faster. “This pussy? Fuckin’ made for me. No one’s ever gonna know how filthy you are under this sweet face, huh? No one but me.”

He shoved two fingers deep inside, curling them just right while he sucked hard at the swell of your breast, and you almost screamed. “Shit—yes, yes, fuck!”

“Yeah, that’s right. Cum for me, baby. Right on my fingers. So when I finally fuck you.... when I split you open on this cock? you’ll be shaking.”

You gasped, trembling, and he kissed you hard, tongue filthy and demanding. “That’s it. I want this pretty cunt clenching around me all night. I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t even walk to the door tomorrow.”

He kissed down your chest, wet and messy, fingers still working you. “You don’t need sleep. You need to be filled. Stuffed full of my cum ‘til it leaks down your thighs. You want that, baby? Want my load dripping out of you while I fuck it back in?”

You nodded frantically, completely undone.