jake is slowly losing it.

as the hard working scholar you are, your grades matter to you the most. endless studying, countless of note taking, multiple practice exam quizzes to boost your grade up, made you be such an overachiever.

jake admires it. really.

he likes how devoted you are to your studies and loves seeing your satisfied smiles once you received your exam grades, and little hums when you’re finally done studying.

at first, he was okay with shifting your mind more to your studies. as he knows, education is top priority, however, he started to become pouty when your attention for him had gradually decreased.

you remember the little moments when jake would pull you by your waist and hug you like a bear when you’re grabbing tea from the kitchen, but your mind was so focused on memorizing terminology. or when jake playfully swipe cream on your cheek when he bought you your favorite strawberry cake slice to relax, but in the end you gave him a sour expression and went to your bed to study. or how you would eat dinner a little late, yelling from your bedroom, “be there at five! almost done with the chapter!”

jake believed he would be the greatest boyfriend of all of history, so he becomes patient, and wait for you to finally look at him, but the attention never came.

when he walks into the bedroom, it’s no surprise that he sees you on your ipad on the bed. you’re reading some chapters your microbio professor had assigned for you for homework.

jake smiles to himself at how comfortable you look, and peaceful too.

you feel the bed dip next to you. “hi baby.” jake gently says, kissing your side temple.

“hi hi.” you mutter, throwing a little smile on the side but your eyes were still glued to your reading.

“whatcha reading?” jake throws his arm around you, pulling you closer to him as his eyes glance at the confusing sentences.

“microbio…” you exhale a little too loud. “professor is making us read 6 chapters tonight.” you roll your eyes, finger sliding down on your ipad to continue reading. “stupid.” you mutter. jake’s grin grew from amusement but he sees your tiring expression.

jake pouts, feeling bad. you feel his thumb rub little circles against your arm. you hummed at the feeling, your stress slowly loosening up with his affectionate touch.

“aw that sucks.” jake mutters. “‘m gonna watch some tv.” he grabs the remote from the nightstand as you nod, not minding whatever business he wants.

he turns on the tv and keeps you close to him. it feels nice, you keep to yourself.

it’s been twenty minutes, and jake is needy.

your faint scent of lavender and rose fills his nostrils, and he can’t help but wanting to keep you closer, smell you, even touch you.

jake glances down at you, still reading those stupid chapters with such an immersed expression.

his mind says no, don’t bother your lovely girlfriend, but his heart tempts him to fulfill his desire.

knowing you, jake knows how to get his way.

“want to sit on my lap?”

jake asks suddenly, pulling you out of your engaged reading. you turn to the side, seeing jake looking down at you. you contemplate, but you wanted to before your stress gets consumed into anger.

“okay.” you say and jake mentally triumphs. his legs immediately spread out for you and he straights his back against the headboard.

his hands steady you on your waist as you make your way to his lap. you don’t see jake but he’s biting his lip when your ass is on his face for a quick second.

you exhale (more like moan) in content when you feel his arms wrap around your frame, hugging you close against his chest.

“feels nice.” you close your eyes for a while. jake fiddles with the ends of your cami top, smiling at you.

then he pushes a little further. “can i play with your boobies?” jake says a little too casually.

you turn to face him and shoot him a glare, but jake was quick with it.

“i haven’t touch them in a while! please, just a little touch.” jake pleads with a pout in his face. his hands still rests on your waist, making circles to soothe your anger.

“jake don’t distract me.” you deadpanned. but jake’s jaw open and his eyes almost flew out of his sockets. he felt offended. “me distract you… pft never!” he shrugs his shoulder but you weren’t buying it.

“i won’t! i’ll be a great boyfriend, just please. just let me touch them, won’t do anything else.” jake raises his hands raise to his sides, looking defensive and determined to get you to agree.

usually, you would scold him or leave to go to another room, but you didn’t. maybe you need a little relaxing touch from your boyfriend, especially with an expression like that.

you acknowledge how lack luster your physical touches became, so maybe a little touch from jake wouldn’t get you riled up.

“fine.” you mutter, still glaring at him as you see his eyes light up like a lightbulb.

“wait really!?” he says a little too excitedly. you dismiss him with a hand. “yeah yeah whatever.” you turn back around and lean your body to his chest.

you let your arms rest at jake’s legs and let the ipad be supported by your knees. your arms open to let jake have easier access to your chest.

jake couldn’t handle his excitement. his wishes are becoming true. he didn’t realize how quick you were to say yes, maybe he realizes that you also want this. jake was determined to take care of you.

jake bites his lip as his hands slowly go over your collarbone and dip inside your cami top. he tries to hold in a groan when he feels your soft skin. while you sigh, missing his warm touches.

at first, he squeezes them with his big hands, missing the feeling of your tits. then his thumb caresses the skin above your nipple. jake lets out a silent gasp.

your breath becomes a little uneven but you continue to scroll down and read.

jake hands finally reaches your nipples where he slightly pinches them. he wants to see your reactions. are you also closing your eyes? are you also enjoying as much as he is?

damn hell you are.

you can’t lie, you needed this. you miss jake’s touch and how much he would caress your skin. so the intimate touching, brings electricity to your whole body.

jake squeezes, pushes your tits together, rubs them, leaves lingering soft touches onto your chest. but he slowly becomes a little too passionate.

he would pull your nipples tight, let go, and rub to comfort. and what’s when he hears your shaky breath. jake smirks, amused that you’re finally not reading those damn chapters.

“j-jake.” your head finally leans back, your eyes facing jake as he hums a little, “mhm?” his eyes are diverted to how his hands are playing with your tits.

“feels good.” you close your eyes, shifting a little in your spot as jake’s lips escape a soft groan when your ass aligns with his dick.

he wanted to take you doggy style right here but this wasn’t about him, it was about you.

“it feels nice, princess?”

shivers down your spine.

jake whispers to you, pecking your forehead. you nodded, closing the ipad and tossing it to the side. he smiles, finally getting your attention.

jake sees you squirming in your spot and he was about to bust a nice here and there.

you bit your lip, feeling an uncomfortable wetness in between your thighs.

“jake..” you look up with dazy eyes as his eyebrows raise at you to speak.

“i’m wet..” you whisper, shifting your thighs. jake’s eyes immediately look down and he licked his lips. “can you help me?” you whisper against his lips.

jake’s tongue rolls inside his cheek, he glances at you, nodding while giving you a smile.

“yeah i can..i’ll take care you princess. just relax for me.” the way jake’s hands slither down to your stomach already makes your chest be filled with rapid heart beat. you’re anticipating the next move.

his hand caresses across your stomach like a massage, making you really relax. you sigh.

“you’ve been studying so much, i think you need a reward.” jake’s hand rubs through your thigh through your shorts. you feel warm. “all of that time studying, a good girl like you deserves a treat to destress.”

jake whispers to your ears. you look down and see jake gently open one of your thighs. you immediately obliged, open your legs out for him.

“yeah that’s right..” jake kisses your cheek.

his right hand still caresses your boobs while the other one is slowly making its way up to the spot where you’re needed the most.

his hand dips instead your shorts, and you see him do so. how his hand disappears under your shorts, makes you whimper.

jake’s hand lays on top on your underwear, cupping it. he’s amazed at how wet you are.

he groans out loud when he feels how wet you are. he starts lightly going up and down in your clit, making you jolt slightly.

“forgot how sensitive you are, been so long..” he mutters, entertained at how squirmy you are.

your breathing became louder when jake’s fingers move your underwear to the side.

your hand slides up to jake’s hair, tugging the ends of it.

jake slips in a finger in your cunt and the both you moan. he tests it out first, eyeing your expression. seeing your mouth wide open while seeing him pump his finger inside your hole.

when he sees you nodding, liking his fingers, his pace becomes faster. “mhmm..” you let out, massaging his hair.

you can hear how wet you are, as for jake, his dick is becoming harder and harder. more wetness gushes out of you when he rubs your clit up and down. fingering, back to rubbing, and back to fingering, boy you felt amazing.

“so wet..fuck.” he mutters and you swore that hearing your boyfriend swear was the hottest thing ever.

“jake..” you squirm. “kiss me.” you say, looking up at him, with your warm breath touching his lips and jake immediately presses his lips onto you.

jake devours your mouth like a starved animal. he pushes his tongue into your mouth, making you breathless and dizzy. he tilts and turns his head to get the best angle of you. when he’s deeply kissing you, he fingers you in and out.

“baby..” you broke the kiss, the pleasure consuming you and making you breathless. jake dives into your lips once again, already missing the feeling. he tugs, bites, everything at once and you feel like passing out.

he throws into a second finger. you moan into his mouth his pace becomes a little faster and you’re squirming more against him. “like that jake..please…” you pleaded in desperation as jake smirks against your neck, breathing harshly.

“take everything baby.”

your walls are tightening around his fingers and it makes jake groan. both of you feel fantastic.

the sound of your wetness becomes louder and evident, making jake focused on making you cum.

you throw your head back against his shoulder. he sees your pinched expression in pleasure. he pulls your top down, his hand reaching to tug onto your boobs.

“you sound so pretty.” he pecks your neck, making you moan louder. you feel jake tug a little with his teeth on your neck. “can you be louder?”

his fingers starts to go side to side in a rapid motion that makes you cry out loud.

“beautiful.” jake smiles at you.

“fuck your fingers are so fucking good. holy shit-” your legs are starting to close, your hand immediately grabbing his wrist to pull away but jake insisted. “mmph—”

“no!” he says, not in a scream. “you’re gorgeous when you’re legs are open for me like this.” he goes back to fingering your cunt.

“hear this? so fucking beautiful.” he curses against your lips in a deep voice that hinted teasing.

you’re gasping, pleasure becoming too much.

“this pussy is mine. all of it.” jake holds onto your collarbone to keep you steady. “y-yes it’s yours!” you scream out.

jake chuckles. his tongue rests on his lips, concentrated.

your walls tighten once again, you tighten your grip on his hair, encouraging to keep the pace. jake groans at the grip. “i’m gonna cum.” you whine. “jake…” you say slowly as his pace fastens.

his grip on your tit tightens, holding them, even twisting them harsher that it makes you breathless.

“come for me.” he says. “you deserve it baby.” he soothes you, kissing your cheek to encourage you.

your walls tighten around that specific spot that jake hits. your jaw opens, letting out a quiet scream, face contorting. jake sees your erotic expression, continuing to hit your g-spot spot strongly and repetitively.

“found it.” jake smirks, voice filled with happiness and glee.

you look down, the sight of his veiny hands into your pussy makes you clench harder. that what makes you lose it.

jakes hits the spot that had you jolting around him and your thighs shake uncontrollably. jake holds you still in your spot, his hand pushing your stomach down. he makes you cum with his fingers.

you feel it, pushing jake’s hand away but he doesn’t budge.

“jake!!” you rolled your eyes back and you let out the most intense scream you’ve ever let out.

you’re gasping for air, your hair strands stick to your forehead, and you’ve released your cum into jake’s hands. he runs his fingers all over your cunt, making you overstimulated. “too much…” you whisper as he cleans you up.

he hums in satisfaction, seeing your chest fall up and down and your release on his fingers.

you open your eyes once jake’s hand disappears from your cunt. you eye him, and you see the cum-covered fingers go into his mouth, sucking it like a lollipop. jake stares at you while consuming all of your release, popping his mouth once he’s done and your heart quickens at the sight. then he throws an innocent smile.

It was 2024, and Jake Parker had been in New York for three years now, a junior chasing a biology degree he actually cared about, but some days it still felt like he'd landed on another planet. Born in 2002 in a quiet suburb outside Sydney, he'd grown up assuming his whole life would happen there, right up until the night a car accident took both his parents when he was fifteen and rewrote everything. Australia was a whole ocean away now, and so was the life he used to have. His uncle had eventually taken him in when Jake was nineteen, after four years of living alone, hoping he wouldn't have to spend the rest of his life that way. It was really Sara, his uncle’s wife, who raised him day to day, made sure he ate, made sure he didn’t disappear into his own head too much. Jake was smart, painfully smart, top of his bio classes, but put him in a room with actual people his age and he turned into a stammering disaster.

Especially around yn.

She sat two rows ahead of him in Molecular Bio, blonde hair always falling perfectly over her shoulder when she turned to laugh at something, lips curved in this soft, pretty way that made his brain short-circuit every single time. She was smart too, and social in a way he'd never learn to be, the kind of person who remembered everyone's name and made professors actually enjoy teaching. He'd tried to talk to her probably six or seven times over the semester. Every attempt ended in him tripping over a chair, or calling her by the wrong name, or once, unforgivably, spilling his Sour Chupa Chups all over her notebook because his hands got sweaty holding the bag. She'd laughed it off, said it was fine, and he'd wanted to disappear into the floor.

The university trip to the science museum was supposed to be routine. Dr. Jay park, their professor, was practically vibrating with excitement the whole bus ride, going on about some rare genetically modified spider on loan from a research lab, something about experimental gene splicing that had gone sideways and produced an anomaly nobody expected. "Fascinating specimen," he kept saying. "One bite and it would kill a grown man in minutes. The genetic material is simply too aggressive for a normal human system to process."

Jake had drifted from the group during the exhibit, more interested in the actual case notes pinned beside the tank than in Riki loudly trying to impress yn a few feet away. Riki was tall, ridiculously tall, and confident in that effortless way Jake had never managed, and he'd been circling yn all semester like he already knew he'd win.

Then Jake noticed the tank was open.

He didn't even think, just reached to close it before someone got hurt, and that was the mistake. Something small and fast dropped onto his hand and bit down before he could pull away. Pain flared white-hot up his arm. He clutched his wrist, waited for someone to notice, but the room had already moved on, and by the time he looked back down, the spider was gone, vanished into some gap in the exhibit case like it had never existed.

He didn't tell anyone. Told himself it was nothing, some little insect, definitely not the genetically engineered killer spider Dr. Jay Park had spent twenty minutes describing. By that night he was burning up, sheets soaked through, and Sara sat by his bed pressing a cool cloth to his forehead, worried sick, convinced it was the flu.

He woke up different.

It took him days to understand what had happened. He could stick to walls, actually stick, palm flat against his bedroom ceiling at three in the morning while Sara slept down the hall. His senses had sharpened into something that felt less like hearing and more like knowing, a tingling awareness right before something happened, like his body had learned to read the future half a second early. He was stronger too, strong enough to bend his desk lamp in half by accident while reaching for his phone. He broke two doorknobs and a chair leg before he figured out how to hold back.

Sunghoon noticed something was off almost immediately, because noticing Jake had always come naturally to him, ever since freshman year when a group of guys in one of their lecture halls wouldn't stop mocking the way Jake said certain words, mimicking his accent over and over until Jake had basically stopped raising his hand in class altogether. Sunghoon, a complete stranger to him back then, had stepped in without hesitation, told them to knock it off in a tone that made it clear he wasn't asking. That was it, really, that was the whole start of it. They became friends not long after, the kind that stuck, and somewhere along the way Sunghoon just got used to paying attention to Jake in a way most people didn't bother to, which was exactly why the odd behavior lately hadn't slipped past him. You’ve been weird,” he said, poking at Jake’s arm like he expected it to do something. “Weirder than usual. Did you get bit by a radioactive something? Because that’s the plot of literally every superhero movie ever.”

Jake laughed it off a little too quickly, and Sunghoon squinted at him for a solid five seconds before letting it go, half-convinced his friend was hiding something and half-convinced he was just being paranoid.

The first time Spider-Man stopped a mugging, it made the local news, a blurry cell phone video of someone in a makeshift mask webbing a guy to a lamppost. The city started talking about a mysterious hero. Sunghoon became, without question, the internet’s biggest Spider-Man superfan, arguing in comment sections defending him, having absolutely no idea he was defending his own best friend. Meanwhile Riki’s confidence around yn only grew louder, showing up with coffee she never asked for, standing just a little too close in group study sessions, and Jake watched from the sidelines, jealous and silent, the way he always was.

Then yn nearly got hit by a car outside a downtown crosswalk when a driver blew through a red light, and Spider-Man caught her mid-air before she hit the ground, setting her gently on the sidewalk before disappearing over the rooftops without a word. She stood there for a long moment just staring at the space where he’d vanished, heart hammering, and something about it stuck with her in a way she couldn’t explain.

It happened again two weeks later, a mugger with a knife in a subway station, gone before she could even scream. And again after that, a scaffolding collapse she walked under by pure bad luck. Every single time, he was just there, like he already knew.

She started noticing things about Jake too. The way he’d show up to class with a bruise he explained away with some flimsy excuse about tripping down stairs. How he disappeared for stretches of time with no real explanation. How once, during a particularly close call outside a corner store, Spider-Man had grabbed her arm and hissed, “Naur way, don’t gaur that way,” in a panic, the accent slipping out raw and unfiltered, and something about it rang a bell she couldn’t place.

She mentioned the theory to Minji, who nearly choked on her coffee laughing. “Girl, half the exchange students here are Australian, you’re just projecting because you have a crush on a superhero.”

“I don’t have a crush on a superhero.”

“You have a crush on a superhero.”

She wasn’t sure what she believed, not really, not until San.

San had been building something in the shadows of the city for weeks, some kind of underground operation nobody fully understood, and when Dr. Jay Park’s lab got broken into and news broke that the genetic research had been stolen, everything accelerated. San wanted the anomaly that had created Spider-Man, wanted to replicate it, weaponize it, and he hadn't come away empty-handed. What never made the news was that the spider hadn't been the only specimen in that lab. San's people had also lifted a second sample, some unstable black biological matter Dr. Jay Park had quietly flagged as a failure and shelved in a separate containment unit, planning to test it once they'd finished with Spider-Man. Jay had reported it missing the same week, and privately, using equipment nobody at the university knew he had, he'd been tracking a faint biological signature across the city ever since, waiting for it to resurface. When he couldn't get the research he actually wanted, San decided to just kill the only proof the spider anomaly existed, and in the chaos that followed, the second sample was left behind, forgotten in a bag in the back of a van nobody thought to check.

The final fight happened downtown, broadcast live because half the city had their phones out. Spider-Man fought harder than he ever had, but San was faster, meaner, backed by tech Jake didn't understand and couldn't counter. By the end Spider-Man was barely standing, blood soaking through the suit at his side, at his shoulder, dripping onto the pavement in front of a crowd that had gone completely silent with horror. The reporters were already speculating he wouldn't survive.

He collapsed to his knees, then to the ground, and yn was moving before her brain caught up with her body, shoving through the crowd and dropping beside him, pulling his head into her lap, screaming for someone to help. San approached slowly, weapon raised, aiming for her now too, an unnecessary witness he had no interest in leaving alive.

Something in Jake broke.

He felt the control slip, felt something darker and stronger surge up from wherever his powers actually came from, and through the mask his eyes bled black from the inside out. He was on his feet before he understood he'd moved, and the fight that followed wasn't really a fight anymore, it was something closer to a storm, wounds be damned, blood be damned, until San was down and wasn't getting back up. The moment it was over, Jake’s body gave out completely, and he collapsed in the street looking, to every camera and every person watching, exactly like a man who had died saving the city.

The footage played on every channel for hours. People cried in the streets. Vigils started forming outside the hospital where Spider-Man had been taken, after reports spread that he was there, even though no one had confirmed whether he was still alive.

Sunghoon got there first. He’d spent months defending Spider-Man online to strangers who mocked him, never once suspecting the man behind the mask was his best friend, the same guy he texted stupid memes to every night. When he pushed through the chaos and pulled back the ruined mask enough to check a pulse, finding Jake’s face underneath, he nearly threw up on the spot.

He got him out before anyone else could see. His mother headed the cardiology department at one of the city’s biggest private hospitals, and for once in his life Sunghoon used the family name without hesitation, calling her at four in the morning and telling her enough of the truth to get her moving. She was the one who quietly assembled a surgical team and kept the whole thing off the books, no questions asked, trusting her son more than she let on. Sunghoon covered what she couldn't, draining his own savings account without a second thought, making sure nobody so much as glimpsed Jake’s face during treatment. For three days, the city grieved outside the private hospital, after news spread that Spider-Man had been taken there. Flowers, candles, and handmade signs piled up along the sidewalk, while inside, Jake hovered somewhere between alive and gone.

Sara called Sunghoon eleven times over those three days. Every time, he lied smoothly, saying Jake was staying over at his place to study for finals, that his phone had died, anything that wasn't the truth, because the truth would break her.

When Jake finally opened his eyes, the first thing he did was reach for his phone to call Sara.

"Don't," Sunghoon said, gently pushing his hand back down. "I've got it covered. Told her you're at mine studying, she's not worried. You focus on not dying, yeah?"

Jake came back from that hospital stronger than before, and Sunghoon, guilt-ridden and grateful in equal measure, spent everything he had on a new suit, using better materials and better protection. When whispers and rumors spread that Spider-Man had survived, strangers started donating too, wanting to give something back to the person who'd nearly died for them. Online fundraisers and anonymous donations began appearing under Spider-Man's name, giving people a way to help without ever knowing who was behind the mask.

Weeks passed before he wore it properly, testing the fit and flexibility on quiet nightly patrols across the rooftops, learning the new weight of it, learning to trust it wouldn't fail him. On one of those nights, mid-jump between two buildings, he landed on a rooftop that wasn't empty.

Yn sat there wrapped in a blanket, a mug of tea cooling in her hands, staring at the sky like she couldn't sleep. He froze the second he saw her, half-crouched like a burglar caught mid-heist.

"Sorry.. sorry, I didn't know this was your building, I'll just—"

"Relax, Spider-Man," she said, laughing softly, not even startled. "This isn't the first time you've dropped in from the sky above my head."

He didn't move.

"Come sit," she said. "Unless you've got somewhere better to be. I promise not to call the cops."

He sat, careful, a couple feet of space between them, telling himself this was fine, this was normal, superheroes talked to civilians all the time.

"First real night in the new suit," he admitted. "Figured I should get used to it. Wasn't exactly planning on landing on you."

"Even superheroes get lost sometimes?"

"Nah, wasn't lost, just—" and it slipped out before he could stop it, "naur way I'd admit that."

She went still. Her eyes narrowed slightly, like her brain was rewinding the sentence, replaying it.

"...What did you just say?"

"Nothing, I said 'no way,' my voice just—"

"No. I heard you clearly."

Neither of them spoke. The air between them thickened. She looked at him differently now, not curiosity, something deeper, and before he could react she stepped closer and lifted the edge of the mask just enough to expose his mouth.

"...What are you doing?"

She didn't answer. She kissed him instead, quick but heavy with everything unsaid, every rescue, every unexplained coincidence, every suspicion she hadn't let herself fully believe until this second.

She pulled back slightly, breath uneven, and smiled.

"You know... your lips remind me a lot of this guy in my class."

His heart was slamming against his ribs. "Yeah? People probably just look alike."

"Yeah," she said, still watching him too closely. "Maybe."

He vanished into the night minutes later, and by the time he got home he called Sunghoon at three in the morning, breathless.

"She kissed me. Sunghoon. She kissed me and I think she knows, or she's close to knowing—"

"Wait, hold on, back up, she kissed you not fully sure it's you, so she just—kissed you to find out for certain? That's simultaneously the dumbest and most romantic thing I've ever heard in my life."

"What do I do?"

"You act normal tomorrow. Which for you means tripping over something and saying something dumb. Business as usual."

The next morning at school he was a wreck, and when yn said his name.. slower than usual, like she was testing each syllable, he nearly dropped his bag. Minji watched the two of them with barely contained delight, clearly sensing something had shifted overnight.

Riki noticed too, showing up at their lunch table with two coffees like clockwork, sliding one toward yn with a grin that didn't quite reach his eyes when he clocked how close she was sitting to Jake. "Extra shot, just how you like it."

"Thanks, Riki." she said, polite but distracted.

Sunghoon, watching Jake practically burn a hole through the table with his stare, finally leaned in. "Go talk to her. You survived getting stabbed by a lunatic with tech weapons, you can survive talking to a girl."

Jake went. Riki's easy confidence flickered the second Jake sat down, some unreadable tension crossing his face before he excused himself to a class that probably didn't exist yet. Once he was gone, yn turned to Jake, playing with her cup.

"So. About last night."

"What about last night, nothing happened last night—"

She laughed. "Relax, I'm messing with you." But her eyes said the opposite, watching him like she was cataloguing every reaction.

Things should have stayed easy after that, should have kept building slow and warm, but nothing ever stayed simple for long.

Riki started acting strange in the weeks that followed, though nobody quite put it together at first. It started the night he picked up a side gig helping clear equipment from an old storage site, one of the places used to temporarily hold equipment recovered from the abandoned lab after the break-in. While moving a few crates, he accidentally brushed against a bag that had been left behind, the black material inside leaking through a crack just enough to touch his skin before he shoved it back and forgot about it. He missed two lectures in a row after that, which wasn't like him. When he did show up, he looked strung out, snapping at people who barely spoke to him, rubbing at a dark bruise on his forearm that never seemed to fade no matter how long it had been. Once Minji asked if he was feeling okay and he laughed too sharply, said he just wasn't sleeping, said it like the words tasted wrong in his mouth. A guy on his floor mentioned, half-joking, that Riki had started talking to himself at night, arguing with someone who wasn't there. Jake noticed it too in passing, chalked it up to stress, had no reason yet to think it was anything more than that.

It happened outside campus one evening, Jake and Sunghoon walking back from a late lecture, laughing about something stupid, when the hair on the back of Jake’s neck stood up and his senses screamed. Before he could get a word out, something slammed into them from the shadows, and it took a full second to register that the face underneath the twisted black veins and blank white eyes belonged to Riki

"Jake," the voice said, wrong somehow, layered under something deeper and hungrier. “All this time watching her get closer to you while I stood there smiling. My turn now.”

He didn't wait for a response, just lunged, and Sunghoon hit the pavement hard trying to scramble clear, crying out as his shoulder took the impact wrong. Jake shoved himself between them and caught a blow meant to be fatal, felt his wrist snap wrong against a wall as he was thrown, pain screaming up his arm.

"Go!" Sunghoon shouted, clutching his own shoulder. "Don't worry about me, run!"

Jake had started carrying the folded suit in his backpack everywhere, just in case he ever needed it without enough time to get home.

Jake dragged them both behind a dumpster, hands shaking, and pulled the folded suit from his bag with his one good hand.

"Take this seriously, get somewhere safe—"

"I'm fine, I'm just banged up, go be a hero, idiot."

He suited up as fast as his broken wrist allowed, got Sunghoon tucked behind a concrete pillar, yelled for the gathering crowd to call an ambulance, and turned to face what used to be Riki.

The fight was brutal from the first hit. His web-shooters sputtered uselessly, his shattered wrist unable to trigger them properly, forcing him to rely on raw strength and instinct alone.

"Riki, listen to me, this isn't you, whatever's on you is controlling you—"

"Shut up! I finally feel powerful, finally feel like people can't ignore me—"

They collided again and again, Jake dodging more than attacking, trying to talk him down between hits. "I know you. You're jealous, you're ambitious, but you're not a killer."

"I know you love her," Jake said, breath ragged. "And I know this thing feeds on how much you hate me. The angrier you get, the stronger it gets."

Something in Riki's face cracked for a second, voice slipping back to something human. "Then why don't you fight back for real? Why do you keep talking instead of finishing this?"

"Because I don't want to hurt you, Riki. No matter how much you hate me, I don't fight people I know. I fight to save them."

Riki faltered, body trembling like two forces were tearing him in opposite directions, and Jake pushed further, closing the distance slowly instead of striking, exhausted, bleeding, but steady.

"I'm not fighting you anymore," he said, lowering his guard completely. "Hit me if you need to. I'm not doing this anymore."

For one long, terrifying second, nothing happened. Then the black veins receded from Riki's face, and his real voice broke through, raw and desperate.

"...Help me. Please."

The symbiote tore itself away violently, a mass of writhing black matter fleeing into the dark, leaving Riki to collapse, unconscious and completely spent. Jake dropped to his knees beside him, wrist throbbing, chest heaving.

"...It's over."

Sirens were already closing in. Dr. Jay Park arrived moments later, out of breath, a portable containment unit in hand, eyes scanning frantically until he spotted the retreating black mass. "There it is. I've been tracking that signature for weeks."

"Doctor," Jake managed, "what exactly is that thing?"

"Long story," Jay said, sealing it carefully into the device. "But I promise you, this time it stays contained. For study. Not for use."

Days later, Riki woke up in a hospital bed, memory returning all at once in a violent flood, every second of what he'd done crashing over him. He sat there shaking, crying without meaning to, horrified by what he'd become and who he'd hurt, and by the fact that Jake, the person he'd resented for months, had been the one to save him in the end.

Days later, Riki woke up in a hospital bed, his memory returning in pieces. At first, everything was blurred together—the black veins, the anger, the fight. Then it all came back.

He remembered Jake and Sunghoon walking home from campus. He remembered attacking them. He remembered Jake stepping between him and Sunghoon, taking the hit meant for them, and the sickening moment when he’d thrown Jake into the wall and broken his wrist.

Then he remembered what happened after that.

Spider-Man had shown up.

At first, Riki couldn’t understand why. Then the memories clicked into place one by one: the same voice, the same movements, the same person who had refused to fight him even when he had every reason to.

Jake.

Spider-Man had been Jake all along.

And Jake had still saved him.

The realization hit harder than anything the symbiote had done to him. For months, Riki had laughed at people who called Spider-Man a hero. He’d thought the whole thing was ridiculous, never understanding why everyone was so obsessed with some guy in a mask.

Now he knew exactly why.

Because Jake had been under that mask.

A week later, Riki finally found the courage to look for him. He caught Jake alone near the campus library, looking smaller than Riki had ever seen him.

“I don’t even know how to start apologizing for this,” Riki said, voice cracking. “I hurt your friend. I broke your wrist. I tried to hurt you. And you still saved me.”

Jake looked at him quietly. “You weren’t yourself.”

“Doesn’t make it okay.” Riki exhaled shakily. “And honestly? I used to think Spider-Man was an idiot. I couldn’t understand why everyone liked him so much.”

Jake raised an eyebrow. “Used to?”

Riki gave a small, embarrassed laugh. “Yeah. Turns out I was just too stupid to realize the person I hated was the same person who saved me.”

Jake didn’t know what to say to that.

“I’m done chasing yn, for the record,” Riki continued. “Not because I’m giving up out of spite. Because I finally get it. She was never going to choose me, and honestly? You deserve her a lot more than I ever gave you credit for.”

They didn’t hug it out, didn’t pretend everything was suddenly fine, but something shifted between them that day, something closer to respect than rivalry.

Over the following weeks, Riki proved it wasn't just talk. He stopped showing up at yn's table with coffee she never asked for, and when Sunghoon's shoulder was still healing, Riki was the one who quietly started carrying his bag between classes without making a thing of it, brushing off the thanks like it was nothing. He kept his distance from Jake without being cold about it, gave them room instead of forcing his way back in, and the few times their paths crossed he was steadier, quieter, like a person actually sitting with what he'd done instead of running from it. It wasn't dramatic. Nobody threw a party over it. But it was real, and that mattered more.

The final reveal came on an ordinary afternoon, no villain, no big dramatic setup, just Jake walking yn home after class when a delivery van lost control on wet pavement swerved straight toward the sidewalk where she stood texting, completely unaware. He didn't think, didn't calculate, just moved on pure instinct, shoving her clear and throwing himself into the van's path, both hands slamming into the bumper as he dug his heels into the pavement, straining with everything he had to redirect it into a parked car instead of the crowd behind her. It worked, but it cost him, the impact buckling his knees and wrenching something in his shoulder hard enough that he'd feel it for days, his own mask having slipped half off in the scramble.

The street went dead silent. Yn stared at him, chest heaving, the pieces she'd suspected for weeks finally slamming together completely, no more room for doubt.

"...Jake."

He didn't try to lie this time. Didn't try to run.

"Yeah," he said quietly, pulling the rest of the mask off, feeling more exposed than he ever had in a fight. "It's me."

She didn't scream, didn't recoil, just stepped closer, eyes glassy. "All this time. Every single time you disappeared, every excuse, every bruise—"

"I wanted to tell you so many times. I was scared. Scared you'd look at me differently, scared of putting you in danger just by being close to me."

"I fell for you either way, Jake. Whether you were wearing the mask or not. I think some part of me knew for weeks and just wasn't ready to say it."

"I've liked you since the first week of freshman year," he admitted, voice unsteady. "I was just too much of a coward to ever say it out loud."

She smiled, tears slipping down despite herself, and closed the last bit of distance between them.

"Then stop being a coward now."

He did. He kissed her like he'd been waiting his whole life to do it without a mask between them, without a secret standing in the way, and this time it wasn't rushed or uncertain, it was steady, sure, both of them choosing it wide awake and clear-eyed.

Later that night, sitting on her balcony with a shared bag of Sour Chupa Chups between them, her head resting against his shoulder, he finally let himself believe that maybe, for the first time since he’d landed in this city with nothing but grief and a suitcase, he actually belonged somewhere.

“So,” she said, popping a candy in her mouth, smirking, “Spider-Man’s favorite snack is sour candy. Somehow that tracks.”

“Don’t tell anyone. Ruins the mystique.”

“Your secret’s safe with me,” she said, and laced her fingers through his. “It always was.”

She was quiet for a moment before a mischievous smile spread across her face.

“So… Spidey Jakey?”

Jake immediately looked away, his ears turning red. “Absolutely not.”

She laughed. “Oh, come on, Spidey Jakey.”

“Yn.”

“What? I think it’s cute.”

“It’s embarrassing.”

“Too late. It’s your new nickname.”

He groaned, covering his face with one hand while she laughed beside him.

“You’re never letting this go, are you?”

“Never, Spidey Jakey.”

And despite how embarrassed he was, Jake couldn’t stop himself from smiling.

The End

“Y/N, wait a second!” a voice exclaimed behind you, you turned around, seeing the familiar face of the boy who you were very used to see every day at the Academy.

“Heeseung, hi. Is everything okay?” you asked with a small smile on your face, your heart staring to pump faster as the boy came closer to you.

Heeseung was a very handsome and popular boy at your Academy. He and his group of friends Jake, Jay, Sunghoon, Sunoo, Jungwon and Ni-ki were known for their mysterious appearance and charming personality.

“Yeah, yeah.” he said. “I just wanted to give you this…”

Heeseung took a out of his backpack a piece of paper that seemed like a card, he gave it to you, a dark blue piece of paper that had written on the front “An Invitation To Our Bloody Birthday Party, To: Y/N.”

“Oh, thanks, Hee. I knew your birthday was coming up but I didn’t knew you were throwing a party.” he chuckled.

“Yeah, we decided that we wanted a big birthday this year.”

“We?” you repeated, a confused look in your face.

“Mhm.” he nodded. “Y’know, me and my friends. We all have the same birthday.”

“That’s—that’s an interesting thing to know…” you thought for a moment. “But anyway, thanks for the invitation, Hee.”

“No problem! Friday night, okay? 9pm, try not to be late. The dress code is our uniform… and Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“Please come, i’m excited to have you there.”

“I’m surely going to be there, don’t worry.” you giggled. “And again, thanks for the invitation.”

“See you Friday night then.” Heeseung waved you goodbye with a smile on his face and continued walking.

You looked down and the invitation on your hands, taking out the white piece of paper that was inside the blue one.

You’re invited to our bloody birthday party.

Sometimes, walking down the deadly path

Without fleeing from death itself

Can give rise to the most wondrous creation

We hope you will be able to come.

Huh, this was a very—very interesting birthday invitation. Bloody Birthday Party? What does that even mean? And the fact that they all have the same birthday, makes the situation even stranger.

Students talked a lot about Heeseung and his friends. Most of the time were good things —most of the time— but the rumor about them going to the forest at night to kill animals and drink their blood, never left the Academy. People made theories about it, maybe they were sick of their mind, maybe they were crazy—even murders. But the craziest of them was the one that said they were all vampires.

Of course you liked Heeseung—and not just in the friendly way. His handsome face and polite manners caught your attention since the first day you met him at the Decelis Academy. He was always kind and friendly to you, who could possibly not fall for him? You also had a good relationship with his friends, Jake and Jay were your chemistry partners at class, Sunghoon was your very first friend at the Academy, you tutored Sunoo and Jungwon a few times for math class, and Ni-ki—well, he hit you on the face with a ball by accident.

ding dong!

You stood in front of the party’s door, loud music pumping from the inside. It was as a dark night, the cold breeze running to your body sending a shiver down to your spine, an unpleasant and uneasy feeling invading your body.

“Y/N, you finally came!” the door opened, revealing a messy hair Heeseung on the inside. His tie was a little bit loose and he had a red cup on his hand, probably de liquor he was drinking.

“Hey.” you smiled. “Sorry for the waiting, I had some work to do…”

“Don’t worry. Come in, come in.” Heeseung stepped aside letting you in, the room was full of people dancing and drinking, there was a disco-ball illuminating with flashing lights the room and everyone seemed to have a good time.

“Follow me, let’s say hello to the other guys.”

Heeseung’s arm wrapped over your shoulder, pulling you closer to him to make sure you wouldn’t lose in the crowd. He took you to the living room, where all his friends were laughing and drinking with each other.

“Hey guys!” Heeseung spoke, gaining the attention of his friends. “Look who finally came…”

“Y/N!” Sunoo exclaimed, raising his arms in excitement.

“Happy birthday you guys!” you pull them all into a tight hug, congratulating them one by one.

“Hey, I remember you.” the youngest of them, Riki, said. “You’re the girl I hit with a ball last week.”

“Yeah…” you answered.

“Sorry about that, nice to finally meet you.” he smiled.

“There’s drinks and food at the kitchen.” Jake said and Sunghoon nodded. “Take whatever you want and have fun.” Jungwon added.

“I’ll get her a drink, see you later boys.”

Heeseung got you out of the conversation with the boys and guided you towards the kitchen. A lot of students were passed out in the couches due to the alcohol in their systems and a few of them were making out in hidden corners of the room.

There were a lot types of drinks in the counter, particularly every single one of them being color red. Maybe this was what the invitation ment with “Bloody Birthday Party.”

“You really got into the theme, huh?” you smirked, speaking as loud as possible for Heeseung to hear you. “Even the drinks look like real blood.”

“I know, right.” he chuckled. “We put a lot of effort in it.”

Heeseung handed you the drink he was making for you, the red substance looking pretty temptress in your hands.

You gave it a sip, the drink actually tasting really good, a mix of strong liquor and something that you couldn’t guess if it was strawberry or watermelon burning down your throat. It tastes good, you thought.

“I’m glad you like it.” the boy said.

“How do you even know I like it?” you spoke back.

“You thought about it.”

“I actually did.” you laughed. “How did you know? It’s actually really, really good.”

“Just a little guess… C’mon, I want to show you something.”

Heeseung took your hand and dragged you through the crowd once again. God, he has been so touchy with you since you came in here. It’s not like you had something planned for tonight to get with Heeseung—it was his birthday party after all—but deep down in your mind you wished for him to make a move.

You started to hear the music and people talking less and less every minute. Heeseung’s hand was still dragging you up the stairs to what seemed the second floor of the house.

“Heeseung, where are we going?” you asked in confusion. why was he keeping you afar from the party?

“To my room.” he simply answered.

“Your—your room?” you stuttered. “But what about the party? You’re the birthday boy, you can’t just leave!”

“Don’t worry about it, Y/N. I just want to show you something. Besides, the other boys are down there.”

“Okay…”

Heeseung opened the door of what appeared to be his room, you entered the unknown space and then he came after you. The bedroom had actually a lot of space, a big bed with a desk on the side, a tv—but what actually caught your attention was the balcony that was illuminated by the moonlight.

“Oh, wow.” you murmured.

You stepped into the balcony, allowing the cold breeze to run through your hair. The view was amazing, the moon and stars were shining bright and you could almost see the entire Academy from here.

“Beautiful view isn’t it?” Heeseung said, standing beside you while admiring the big bright moon.

“Absolutely yes, you’re lucky to have this view every day.”

“Right? I know…”

You were so lost in your own thoughts that you didn’t notice that Heeseung wasn’t looking at the sky anymore, he was actually looking at you.

“What are you looking at?” you chuckled nervously, trying to avoid eye contact at all costs.

“Hmm, just the view.” he smirked.

“Oh, shut up.” you pushed his arm softly. “What is that even supposed to mean?”

“It means I like you.”

Wait—what? Oh god, Heeseung, your crush for the last few months was actually confessing that he liked you.

“I know you like me too.” he smiled.

“Oh yeah? And what makes you so sure about that, huh?”

“Because you…” he paused for a second, getting so close to you in a way that you could feel the heat radiating from his body. “…just thought about how i’ve been your crush for the past months.”

How could he possibly know what you were thinking? First it happened with the drink, now with this—

“How are you reading my mind?” you whispered, your lips so close to his that they were almost touching.

“I know a lot of things, baby.” Heeseung whispered back.

He got even closer to you, almost closing the small amount of distance that was left. His lips brushed against your cheek, sending a jolt of electricity through your body and shivers down your spine. His hands were on your hips, the tension between you two growing stronger second by second.

Heeseung’s lips finally met yours, kissing you in a slowly sensual way as if he was trying to take his time with you. The kiss eventually heated up pretty quickly, the wet smacking sounds and labored breathing was the only thing that could be heard. His tongue entered your mouth, dancing with your own wet muscle who was trying to gain control, of course you failed. Heeseung’s hands went from your hips to your ass, squeezing harshly and provoking a moan from your mouth.

“You’ll let me have you, right?”

He didn’t even need to hear an answer, the way your body was reacting to his touch was as enough green light for him to continue.

Heeseung guided you carefully to the soft mattress of his bed, his lips never leaving yours. His hands started to touch your body, taking off your tie and untying the white Academy Uniform you were wearing. One of his hands cupped your breast, pulling your lacy white bra to the side so he could feel how hard your nipples were starting to get.

“Fuck…” you moaned. Heeseung’s lips went from kissing your lips, to your jaw, to finally meet the soft skin of your neck. He started to suck there, discovering that every inch of your neck was one of your sweet spots.

His lips nipped all over your skin, biting and sucking it in a way that was making you see stars. He bit a particular place that got your eyes rolling at the back of your head, the burning pain of his teeth sinking down your skin adding more pleasure than you were feeling before.

“Auch!” you hissed.

“You like that? You like that baby? Yeah, me too.” he whispered before biting the same spot again.

His hot mouth went down to kiss your collarbone while one of his hands was busy unclasping your bra. He took it completely off, throwing it at one side of the bed, your soft breasts and erect nipples coming out freely.

His hands reached out and started to squeeze your tits, his fingers pinching your nipples as a moan scapes your lips. Heeseung’s swollen lips came to suck on of your nipples, his mouth pulling the flesh as hard as he could. Your back arched, trying to press your chest as close as you could to his mouth. The hot muscle came to your other tit, his tongue flicking your erect nipple while his hand was caressing your other breast.

He traveled a path of kisses from your tits to where you uniform skirt started, you took it off in a quick motion, trying to get some friction in where you need it the most.

“So desperate, huh…” he kissed you inner tights. “Want me to suck your pussy, baby? Want me to make you feel good?”

“Just—stop with the teasing, please.” you begged, your hips bucking up trying to find some sort of relief.

“You really need me, don’t you?” he giggled.

“Heeseung, please.” you groaned in frustration. “Please…”

“Just because you asked it so nicely.”

He took your panties off, his head between your tights as he spread your pussy lips apart. Heeseung finally leaned in, his tongue poking out to lick your clit.

“Fuck!” you gasped.

He began to lick and suck at your clit, his movements becoming stronger as he tried his best to please you. He groaned, the vibrations going directly to your throbbing cunt, his tongue moving roughly against your sensitive flesh. You moaned in pleasure, your hand coming down to his hair trying to push him even closer to you. He sucked and slurped loudly as he devoured your pussy, just like a starved man. One of his fingers came into your hole, stretching you to prepare you for what would be coming in a few minutes. You can feel yourself getting closer and closer to climax, your body trembling with anticipation.

“I’m gonna—shit— i think I’m cumming.” your hands grabbed the sheets behind you, searching for some kind of support.

“Taste so fucking good, baby… Just want you to cum in my face.”

His lips went back to your glistening pussy, he buried his face between your legs, his tongue delving deep into your cunt. You allow yourself to let out a load moan, no one would hear you do to the music, anyways. Heeseung’s tongue was swirling around your bundle of nerves and fucking your pussy.

“Cumming.” you nearly managed to say, biting your lip so hard to muffle your moans you could start taste your own blood.

A slap hit your pussy, the mixture of pain and pleasure making the knot in your stomach instantly snap. He continued to suck your pussy through your orgasm, your juices gushing out as he eats you even harder now. The wetness dripping down his chin as you cum all over his face.

“Shit…” Heeseung panted, his head coming up from between your legs. “That was so fucking hot.”

He crawled up until his lips were on top of yours once again, the mix of your lip blood and your own arousal in Heeseung’s mouth making the kiss intoxicated.

“Blood.” Heeseung said, stopping his movements and staring at your lips. You could feel his dark gaze in you, the only source of light was the moon that was illuminating his face.

“What?” you murmured, to lost in his kisses to even care about what he was saying.

“I can taste blood on your lips.” he repeated.

“I’m sorry—I think I bit my lip too hard.”

“Good.”

He captured your lips in a hungrier kiss, his hands went to unbutton his own shirt, throwing it to the side. Your hands touched his chest and his abs, trying to memorize every single inch of his perfect body. You went down, your fingers untangling his belt, both of his arms on the sides of your head.

Heeseung tossed your hands aside, taking down his own pants and boxers, revealing his hard throbbing length. He stroked himself a little, precum dripping down his red tip. He aligned himself to your entrance, pressing his hard cock against your soaking wet pussy. He slowly started thrusting into you, his thick length stretching you so delicious yet so painfully. He could feel your tight cunt stretching around his girth, a groan coming out from his lips.

His dick was sliding deep into your pussy, his movements hard and fast. You moaned, the feeling of his dick deep into you too good to be true. Your tits moving rhythmically with his trusts, bouncing up and down just right into Heeseung’s face. He kissed both of them, biting and sucking into the soft flesh. Tears were starting to come down from your face, your orgasm approaching faster than you expected.

“You can take it, baby. Take my cock, so fucking good, so fucking tight.” he groaned, his thumb cleaning the tears from your cheeks. “You want to cum, huh?”

The only sound coming from your mouth were incoherent mumbles, you were so cock drunk you couldn’t even speak properly.

“Use your words when I speak to you, Y/N.” a particular hard thrust hit your pussy, making you moan like crazy. Heeseung’s hand went to your throat, adding the perfect amount of pressure for you to feel like in cloud nine.

“Fuck— yes! Please, Hee. Please…” you gasped, the lack of oxygen and the tears in your eyes blurring your sight.

“It’s okay, baby. Let it go, okay? Just be a good girl and cum for me.”

His fingers reached around to rub your clit, making you moan even louder as he fucked you senseless.

Your orgasm hit you like a truck, you pussy clenching hard around his dick. Heeseung was still trying to chase his own orgasm, the overstimulation being too much to your poor sensitive body.

“Shit—now i’m gonna cum.” he panted, his thrust becoming sloppier. “Where do you want it?”

“Tits.” you replied.

He pulled out of you, now kneeling at one side of your body right next to your chest. He began to pump himself faster, moans escaping from his pretty lips.

The next thing you could feel was his hot cum ropes touching your chest, you sticked your tongue out, some of the salty fluid getting into your mouth.

Heeseung landed next to you, his arm around your waist and his face in the crook of your neck, both of you still trying to catch your breaths. He left kisses on your shoulder, making you feel save and loved at the same time.

The cute, soft moment didn’t last long, tho. You hissed, shifting a little uncomfortable as you felt Heeseung’s teeth on your neck again.

“Hey, you like biting, don’t you?” you giggled, hands coming to stroke his hair softly.

“It’s a mark.” he spoke. “Now you’re mine.”

“Yours, huh?” you smiled.

“Mhm, yes.”

The coldness of the night hit you in contrast of the hot atmosphere of Heeseung’s room.

It was around 3am on the morning and everyone already left the party. Of course you didn’t want to leave Heeseung’s side, but you had to get back to your dorm before the classes began.

The scenario of Heeseung and you was repeating in your mind like a movie, you smiled to yourself, butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

“Oh, shit.” you said, stopping abruptly your path and remembering that your tie was still missing. I must left it in Heeseung’s room, you thought.

You went back to the house, opening the door and seeing all the mess that was left behind. Surely all the boys were either too drunk or too lazy to clean the place.

You walked to Heeseung’s room, your hand almost touching the door knob when you heard a strange sound come from another door. You froze, maybe one of the boys was still up. What if someone saw you trying to get into Heeseung’s room?

You heard the strange noise again, deciding to leave Heeseung’s room and walk to the other door. You pressed your ear into it, trying to decipher what was causing the sounds you were hearing.

Taking a deep breath you decided to open the door, and you did not expect to see what was happening.

“What the…”

Your eyes widen in surprise. The room was cover in blood, mostly snakes and other type of animals laying dead or in pieces all across the room.

The seven boys looked at you, too perplexed to continue their actions. All of them were also covered in blood. Sunoo, Sunghoon and Heeseung holding a small snake in his hands.

“Y/N.” Heeseung spoke, panic in his voice trying to find an excuse to save himself and the others. “I swear I can explain…”