fanfiction maybe

“And then I can even,” Baekhyun backflips on the hardwood floors, making everything else in the room shake. “do this!” 

You stare at him, confused by his... sudden change in… energy. He’s always been a hyperactive puppy. It feels like you missed an overnight update in his system that now allows backflips and super strength. 

Baekhyun didn’t show up to school the other day so you came to visit him before classes today with a bunch of notes you prepared just for him. His aunt let you in with a sweet smile. She was also concerned about her teenage nephew who was cooped up in his room for an entire evening. 

“I tried giving him food but he didn’t want it last night. Maybe you could convince him?” She had asked you for this small favour. 

And now here you were, a bowl of dakjuk in hand, watching your boyfriend bicep curl his nightstand with ease. 

“I... thought you were sick?” You place the bowl on his desk and check on his forehead. Not a fever. 

“I feel great! And that’s not all!” He grins at you like he’s about to involve you in one of his silly shenanigans again. 

“Whatever it is, I can’t watch anymore. I just came to drop off notes and help you eat.” You shake your head almost instantly when he gives you that playful and knowing look. The one that makes you cave instantly. You never really stand a chance when Baekhyun’s illuminating smile is convincing enough to weaken your own judgement and surrender yourself to him. He takes your hand and leads you out the window onto the fire escape.  

“Baek...” You say suspiciously as he takes out a red and blue... mask (?) out of his pocket and puts it on. You are in complete disbelief that any of this is happening. Oh god, you have to break up with him. He’s officially gone insane. Your dad warned you about him. You should have listened. 

“You have to hold tight okay? Don’t let go.” He grabs your hands and wraps them around his waist. You’re so confused and shocked that you don’t even have time to register that your boyfriend now has abs. “Ready?” 

“Ready for what?! Baek, seriously! What’s happening-” The end of your sentence ends up sounding more like a pterodactyl screech when Baekhyun keeps into the air in what feels like milliseconds. You’re quick to squeeze his abdomen tightly as he told you to, and squeeze your eyes shut, hiding your face in his shoulder. 

“Isn’t this so cool?” Baekhyun laughs euphorically. You feel the wind blow your hair away and it almost feels like you’re swinging in the air. You can’t really tell if he’s flying or jumping. You’re too scared to peek. But it kind of reminds you of the swings. 

“Y/N?” Baekhyun finally calls out to you in concern when you don’t reply. Gratefully, the swinging stops. Your feet touches ground but you don’t let go – your entire body still shaking and clinging onto your boyfriend in fear. 

“Y/N? You can open your eyes now.” His voice is a lot softer, calmer, like he’s talking to the stray cat that visits him frequently. He’s caressing your hair to soothe you. You open your eyes cautiously to find yourself on the rooftop of a very tall skycraper. There’s an abnormally long web wafting at the edge of the building. You’re gonna throw up. 

“Baek...” You’re staring at him – thank god he took off that stupid mask – wary as if to say how did we even get here? You don’t know what it is, maybe it’s the rush of emotions from thinking he had gone crazy and was bringing you down with him or that your boyfriend can potentially fly (?), but tears immediately fall on your cheeks. You don’t care what it is. You just want to hug Baekhyun tightly, overwhelmed by everything. He wraps his arms around you even tighter if that’s even possible. You didn’t even get to ask the question when Baekhyun blurts out the story. 

“I got home from the field trip and I just... passed out. Then I woke up in the middle of the night, and I felt a hundred times better. And I was so excited to show you. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.” He’s gentle with you, cupping your cheeks and wiping your tears with his thumb. He’s scared too. After the adrenaline rush has passed, you can see that he’s terrified of this new change.  

“Um, so, the webs... they come out of...” You try your best to act normal, asking him a question you don’t even think he knows the answer to. You both know none of this is normal. 

“My wrists.” He shows you his forearms and points out the tiniest hole. You can't even see it if you really tried to.  

“Oh. Does it also come out of...?” 

“Oh my god, I don’t even wanna find out.” He pulls you in for a hug, finding comfort in your scent.  

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It’s been a couple years since Baekhyun got his powers. He became an overnight vigilante with his newfound strength, agility and not to mention webs. It took a while for the public to get used to him, but they eventually grew to love him as much as you did. 

He had sewn his own costume, a red and blue thing to pay homage to the spider that bit him on that fated day. It was a skintight suit that you must admit looked amazing on him and if you were being honest, was your favorite to see in the bedroom. 

Baekhyun had grown exceptionally built and muscular too. He had always struggled to get his weight up and keep the muscle growth. Naturally, you were happy for him, ecstatic even. That is until you started noticing the girls in your high school and then again in college flirt with him, very obviously you add, in front of your face. Baekhyun was oblivious, keeping friendly with whoever was nice to him. 

You didn’t have to worry about Baekhyun when he was a little scrawny kid with fluffy bouncy hair. That damn spider ruined everything for you.  

You had enough one day and decided to pick fights with him every single time it happened and he was too much of a nice guy to tell them to back off. Baekhyun would apologize profusely and you would forgive him almost instantly – maybe after eating the box a few times, but mostly instantly. And that brand new routine was fineeee.  

What wasn’t fine was the feline in a black leather bodysuit pressed up against your boyfriend on tv. It was a photo you were sure he took himself. 

“She touched me! I didn’t touch her back!” You shut your window in his face, but Baekhyun’s heightened senses are ahead of you, and he stops it from closing with his web. “Y/N...” 

You make an effort to avoid his pouty stare. You were able to handle groupies, but villains with better bodies and, not to mention, a lot hotter than you, you absolutely cannot. She was sexier than you, probably had superpowers, and the public was going crazy over them. The girl had long luscious grey hair for goodness’ sake. 

“Who took that picture of you two?” You cross your arms when he rests his hand at the nape of your neck to appease you. You try to stay strong and stand your ground. It takes everything in you not to lean into his touch. The disrespect was just too much this time. 

“I did.” He admits, thumb gently drawing mindless circles on your jaw. “But you know I have timers. It wasn’t on purpose.” 

“I also know that you can choose what you show Jameson.” You move your head so he has to let you go.  

“This time, he took the whole memory card,” How fucking convenient. “and wanted the picture with Felicia. Said he’d pay triple for it.” He makes the mistake of mentioning her name. You glare at him and he gulps instantly. 

“Felicia?” You scoff, smile creeping onto your face sinisterly. You were going to go apeshit on him. “You’re on a first name basis, huh? Get out of my room! Go hang out with Felicia.” 

You push his chest, shoving him in the direction of the window he came from. “Go!” Baekhyun’s strong enough to stop you but he lets you release your anger a little longer.  

“I said go! I’m over this. Spider-Man clearly has better things to do than be loyal to his girlfriend.” You run your mouth, poking at his chest as you scold him. When you’re done, you point out the window, jaw so tense in anger that you can feel your teeth grinding. Baekhyun doesn’t listen of course. Instead, he holds your hand and brings it to his lips.  

“I only want you. No one else.” He murmurs against your skin, closing his eyes to really feel your softness. Your heart rushes out of your chest at the visual. 

“You were so disrespectful.” You manage to say in a shaky breath. Baekhyun’s other hand finds its place on your cheek. He stares into your eyes sincerely. 

“I promise I didn’t mean to. I pushed her off as soon as I could.” His smile is small and careful. 

“You have your tingly thing... You knew she was going to touch you.” You’re still mad, but he’s good at calming you down.  

“I didn’t feel it. I promise I didn’t.” Your interlocked hands fall to your side and he squeezes it three times. “I love you, Y/N. Believe me.” 

“I don’t know how much longer I can take this.” You confess, fingers tapping on the back of his hand anxiously. Baekhyun frowns. 

“What do you mean?” 

“I mean, how many other women in skin-tight bodysuits am I going to have to see you around? She is the first, but there’ll be more. I don’t think my heart can handle it.” You don’t mean to pout, but you do. For the first time, Baekhyun seems genuinely upset, maybe even annoyed with you for the insinuation.  

“We’re not breaking up.” Baekhyun says matter of factly.  

“Then what? I’m just supposed to let women touch you?” Your words point to wanting to break up. The way you’re stroking your thumb on the back of his hand says otherwise. 

“No. You have to trust that I only want you to touch me.” He leans in to press his lips onto yours softly. His eyes glance up for a reaction. He rolls them when he sees you’re still visibly upset. 

“Let’s just end it. I’m going crazy here.” Your voice wavers as you try to stand your ground. 

“No. I’ll go even crazier without you.” Baekhyun is irritated that you’d even try to break up with him. You feel the way his fingers twitch in your hold. You don’t let go because how could you let go all the years with him so easily. You’re just so tired of the constant jealousy. You want a clear head. 

“I’m serious.” You warn him. 

“So am I.” He doesn’t care to listen to you, letting go of your hold so he can kiss you with both hands holding you in place. “What do you want me to do, hm?”  

He’s pissed. You’ve never seen him this angry before. Granted, you’ve never threatened to break up with him before. You’ve expressed hurt and jealousy, but you have never wanted to end things with him.  

“I’ll kick her ass next time. Is that what you want?” He backs you up so your back hits your door. He doesn’t stop kissing you, tousling his tongue with yours messily and a bit uncoordinated. He can’t think straight, not when you’re minutes away from slipping from his life. “Tell me. How can I assure you?” 

He moves his lips to your neck, giving you a chance to talk to him and give him an idea on how to save this like he does everything else. 

“I... I don’t know.” It’s hard for you to think straight for other reasons. It gets even harder for you to breathe the harder he sucks on your skin.  

“You don’t know?” He glances at you in disbelief then chuckles in your neck that you’re pouting because he stopped. “How am I supposed to fix your problem, hm?” 

“You can’t. That’s why we should break up.” You frown, and it has Baekhyun throwing his head back, borderline defeated by your stubborn head. 

“That’s really not a possibility. Try again.” He practically growls at you, frustrated. His hands are under your ass and he has you up in the air in seconds, holding you up with ease. His grin widens when you shoot him a knowing look like really? Baekhyun is the only one you know who would negotiate a breakup. “Want me to avoid all the women villains? Let New York take care of it themselves?” 

He’s teasing you at this point, not taking you seriously anymore. Of course you don’t want that. It would be unrealistic. You sigh and rest your arms on his shoulders to pull him closer. He fails to stifle a smile, knowing this means he’s getting somewhere with you. 

“I want my boyfriend to stop letting women think he’s single and easy to get.”  

“Then I’ll sew the word ‘taken’ on my suit.” He gives you a peck on the lips. “Would you like that?” 

He chuckles when he sees you struggle to keep your lips from curving. You did like that. He knows exactly which silly antics make you smile.  

“Then it’s settled.” His grin grows tenfold seeing your cheeks burn up at the thought. “I’ll have them sewn on as soon as I get home.” 

You giggle, crashing your lips onto his - still smiling. “Thank you, Baek.” 

You squeeze your arms around him even tighter than before.  

“Do you maybe want to stay over? Sew it tomorrow?” You bat your eyes as if Baekhyun needed anymore convincing. He’s laughing and throwing you on your bed in seconds.  

“Is that a yes?” You giggle when he pulls your legs so that your heat was right in his face. You were practically at the edge of the bed while he was on his knees, pulling your bottoms off and admiring the view that is you.  

“The day I say no is the day I’ve been abducted by aliens and replaced with a clone.” He stares up at you with a smirk on his face before he’s hooking his arms around your thighs and burying his face between them.  

“Oh fuuuuckk.” You curse, letting yourself fall back on your bed when Baekhyun goes straight into sucking your clit and lapping his tongue up and down your heat with so much pressure. You can feel his jaw working extra hard to eat your cunt like its dessert. When you think he’s giving it his all, he sinks two fingers into your warm cunt and pushes in and out of you inhumanely fast. 

Your back is arching, you’re gripping onto the sheets, your screams are hard to keep in, he’s driving you insane. He shakes his head, letting his tongue flick your clit as you cum around his digits and prolonging your climax as long as he can. 

Your eyes water at the overstimulation. You pull him up, taking him away from his favourite spot, and tug his shirt roughly so his lips crash onto yours and all you can see are fireworks when you shut your eyes.  

“I really am sorry for today.” He kisses your forehead tenderly as he runs his fingers through your hair. “I love you so much. I would never do anything to deliberately hurt you.” 

“I know. I’m sorry too. I should trust you. I love you too, Baekhyun.” You peck his lips a thousand times as you slide your hand down his pants and palming his hard member through the fabric. Baekhyun releases a smug huh.  

“Sometimes I think you only want me for my superhuman di-”  

You punch him in the arm and he feigns hurt, but you know for a fact that he barely felt it. His eyes search yours and you see it, how much love he has for you. He gazes into your eyes the same way he used to when you first started dating. 

He sighs, smiling like a fool in love. “Who’s going to save me from you?”