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blurb idea.... matty in a spiderman costume (slutty connotation)

raising this one level as a matty!spiderman au (rip to the matty!spiderman au that lived and died in our dm's) content warnings: 18+, smut, slight mask kink, matty as peter parker, misuse of webs, not edited.

it's late.

it's late and nothing good after midnight ever happens on this side of campus. but the medical school building always had the best library and with midterms rounding the corner, holding yourself prisoner to the elegant multi-story library until greg the janitor kicked you out seemed like your best option at the time.

but it's late now and there's a long walk back to your apartment ahead of you. the promise of a warm shower and some sleepy-time tea is the one thing that's motivating you to bulldoze through the cold london air.

it's a friday night and as you hook a right to short cut you through frat row, you know its a mistake.

nothing good ever happens after midnight, especially on this narrow strip of houses. the music is loud and obscene and rattling your skull. you feel a lot of the facts you had meticulously drilled in slowly start to seep out.

and that's when you hear them.

loud, brash whistles and cheers. the blood starts pumping faster in your veins and you're propelling yourself faster; the same evolutionary response that you've spent hours trying to ingrain in your brain.

your steps quicken but there's a dark shadow that looms behind you.

"hey there, pretty girl," and that's when you feel it. the heavy hand claps down on your shoulder. you're nauseated, sucking in a deep breath and exhaling as slowly as you can.

"not interested," you sputter out, trying to pick up the pace a bit. you want to get away back into the sanctity of your apartment under the warm blankets of your bed. you shiver; it's your brain's way of reminding you about what lies ahead.

the man chuffs, tilting his head. "you seem cold. why don't i war-"

"really mate? you're gonna use that shitty pick-up line?" a second voice cuts between you, "think she made it plenty obvious she wasn't interested."

you're waiting for the rebuttal, for the "i can show you a better time" and inevitable grasp at your hand. the man behind you tightens his grip on your shoulder. you gulp, breath stuck in your throat.

"oh yeah? and what are you going to do about it, punk?"

"this."

in a split second the weight on your shoulder is gone. there's a few grunts, flashes of red and blue and before you can even make a peep, the man who was chasing your tail is affixed to the lamp post adjacent to where you're stood.

you blink.

once.

twice.

three times as you try to register what is going on around you.

"you okay?"

it's the first time you get to really look at your savior. your hero. he's stood before you, cloaked in what could only be described as an ungodly tight spandex suit, face covered by a mask that matches the details of the fabric that adorns his body. you had heard whispers of a masked vigilante around campus, but only chalked it up to rumors or some kids who dropped too much acid halloweekend.

yet, there he is.

"y-yeah... i'm uh... i'm alright."

the masked stranger sticks a hand out, a slightly warming gesture. you clasp your hand into his. its warm and the suit is a lot firmer than it looks.

"who are you?" you ask, still in disbelief.

"just your typical, friendly campus, spider-man," the man hums. his voice is warm, familiar even. "doing my duties of keeping pretty girls like you safe before midterms. now, let me walk you home. you're freezing."

"don't need to be walked home, i'm fine." you're indignant.

"your teeth are chattering, darling."

"s'just an evolutionary response to the-"

he cuts you off, "-cold. you're cold, just say it. now c'mon you're hurting my ego here by not letting me walk you home."

bewildered, you lead the way across campus to your flat. his presence is comforting, though he's doing little to physically comfort you. a bit of a show-off, he's zipping through the trees, using some sort of substance that comes from his wrists to do so.

your eyes are glued on him, though. its dark, but you can still make out the shape of him- a few strides away. he's solid, lanky but solid as defined by the muscles enclosed by the thick spandex. your eyes trace over him every step or so. you can't help it. he's there and attractive, at least with the mask on. but with a voice like that and a frame like his own, you're almost certain that he has a face that matches.

despite your oogling. the walk is not silent. you're spitballing questions at him like no tomorrow as your feet crunch on the leaves.

yes, the webs as he calls them, come from his wrists. no, it doesn't hurt him. and he can't explain it because there's only a few more minutes left of this walk and he's not about to have you pass out on him.

"what were you doing on frat row if you live all the way over here?" he postulates, tipping his masked head to the side. you look over at him incredulously, "hey, hey. you've been asking me questions for the past fifteen minutes now. it's my turn."

you pause yourself as you dig into your tote bag for your key, shrugging, "the library's nicer at the med school."

he clicks his tongue on the roof of his mouth, "well, i uh.. i guess i'm off then-"

"do you want to come in?"

"at least take me to dinner first," he jokes, you can hear the smile in his voice.

with a roll of your eyes, you're leading him inside.

never in your life did you think you would ever welcome a streetwise vigilante into your humble college apartment. the warmth from your place hits you like a ton a brick and you let out a loud, relieved sigh as you step in. "you have a nice place," he hums, "a lot nicer than mine on elm r-" he stops himself and clears his throat. you raise an eyebrow at him. "this whole incognito bit is new to you, isn't it?" you chide, clicking your tongue on the roof of your mouth. you shrug your coat off and hang it up on the coat rack adjacent to your door. "uh.. excuse you. i'm actually really good at being incognito." "you just told me you live on elm road. which is right around the corner from here, the apartment building butts up with mine." "no I didn't."

"you literally just did," you blink at him, dumbfounded. "are you actually trying to gaslight me right now?"

"I'm doing no such thing!" "this isn't very heroic of you... spider-man." he scoffs, "I never claimed to be heroic. and besides, you dont know the last thing about what a real hero does." you tilt your head to the side with a dramatic eyeroll, "a real hero wouldn't come into my apartment and gaslight me. they also wouldn't practically reveal their identity." "how did I reveal my identity?!" "theres only four guys that live in-" you cut yourself off with a loud shriek as some of his... webbing flies out and pins your hand to the wall next to you. he looks as shocked as you are, though his expression is concealed by his mask.

"what the fuck was that for?" you screech, trying to mobilize your hand but you're stuck.

"I felt threatened?" he tries, shrugging his shoulder to feign innocence. but you're not buying it. your eyes narrow into slits as you growl at him.

"im sorry.. I'm so sorry.." he keeps repeating, rushing over to you. a loud crash sounds out and you squeeze your eyes shut. "shit.. fuck.. was the vase of any importance to you? I'll get you a new one... I'll clean this up." he's rambling, clearly flustered. "that was a important family- you know what fuck the vase," you sigh, "get me out of here now." your eyes darken as you narrow them at him.

there's a pregnant pause as he looks up at you, tilting his masked head to the side. "well... uhm... about that..."

"what do you mean 'about that'?"

he laughs sheepishly, rocking back and forth on his feet, "uhm.. so... like ... I've never actually had to remove webbing before. I uhm... don't... haha... I don't know how."

you blink.

once.

twice.

three times, in utter shock and disbelief at what he's saying to you right now. "there's no fucking way... I have an American History midterm tomorrow. you need to get me out."

his body cringes and you sigh, "thank god you can see how important this is."

"no, I'm sorry that you have to learn american history... Jesus."

you stare at him, unamused. "get me out of this. right now."

"right, right." he kneels down next to you, trying to pull your wrist off the wall in an attempt to free you. you don't budge. he groans, planting his feet at the base of the wall, continuing to try and pull as he now uses his own weight for leverage.

still nothing.

"how do you not know how to remedy the thing that comes out of you?" you mutter, foot tapping against the wood floor.

"well, I'm sorry the webs didn't come with an instruction manual," he grunts. his voice is laced thick with sarcasm and in any other circumstance you would find his tone appealing. he yanks and pulls and groans. he continues for a few minutes. you watch as the muscles of his back flex and contract as he tugs and you can't help but feel a little flushed yourself. it's not everyday that you get to ogle at an attractive (or who you can only assume to be attractive) man who came to your rescue. it feels like something out of a movie... or a comic book for that matter.

"fuck!" he huffs, leaning his forehead against your leg. you can feel his breath on you through your leggings. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have gotten all freaked out."

"you think?" you huff, but there's an edge to your voice. a slight lilt that's betraying you. his masked face looks up at you and you swear you can see a flicker of amusement in his unchanging expression.

he's close to where you want him to be. its been awhile, between studying and classes and your shifts in the writing center, but he doesn't need to know that. "y'know.. I saw the way you were looking at me before," he murmurs. "how did you-"

"super hero, remember?" he laughs, pointing a gloved finger to his head, "cat-like reflexes. heightened senses. the whole lot."

you nod, chewing on the inside of your lip, "well. how was I looking at you then?" you hear a laugh from under the mask. a deep inhale resounds as if he's going to respond but he pauses again to look up at you from his place kneeling next to you. "who are you?" you breathe out.

"don't worry about it," the masked man replies, slowly lifting his mask just above his cupids bow. slowly, he brings his lips towards your clothed thighs, peering up at you. "this okay?"

you're practically in shock, but you nod slowly anyway. that's all it takes for him to start mouthing at your legging clad thighs. his nose nudges against your skin as he drags his hot mouth towards the waist band of your pants. in one swift motion, he's pulling down your leggings and underwear (you're thanking the gods above that you wore cute ones). he moans and your eyes are pulled to look down at a pair of pink pouty lips, agape at the sight of you. "let me show you that I'm sorry for getting you into this mess...hm?" his voice is husky yet almost whiny, and almost very familiar now that the mask has been lifted, and uncloaked the sense of mystery.

your legs feel like jello and he hasn't even got his mouth on you yet. and judging from the looks of It alone- he seems to be pretty good with it. you nod once more, "please." he grins softly, parting your legs just a bit so he can position himself between them. another moan falls from his lips. he brings his face up to meet your heated core, another moan. he hasn't even gotten his mouth on you yet and he's already entranced. you're just about to comment on it when you feel his tongue lick a strip up towards your clit. its your turn to let out an unabashed moan. he's staring up at you in awe, moaning against you. its see-saw of moans, back and forth in mutual appreciation of the other. he continues to lick long strips up your slit nose nudging against your clit as your moans grow in fervor. he's almost where you need him the most.

he seems to get the hint and with that hint he shifts upward, lips curling around your clit. he suckles at the sensitive bud, a shaky hand reaching around to slip a finger into you languidly. he's playing your body like a sinful instrument, stroking you like a tantalizing chord. his fingers rock in and out of you, over and over and his tongue swirls in quick circles as he suckles on your clit. it's a mesmerizing push and pull. "does that... does that feel good?" he mumbles against you, his voice lilting in what could only be described as a whine.

"yes," you mewl, free hand gripping onto the back of his head. you practically push his face back into you and he moans. loud. against your core. you can't remember any of your previous encounters with other people being like this. no one had been this eager between your legs. this whiny. this- "I'm close," you sigh out. good. he's attentive to detail, continuing the very pace that got you to this point instead of pulling a rookie mistake like changing his ministrations. it's been awhile, but this... he, rather, is skilled. he know what he's doing and he's not fucking around. "please," he hums around your clit, "please come. please." begging.

he's begging you to come. your head starts to spin, the invisible band deep in your center stretching and stretching until it releases and you pant out a shameless moan.

"that's it," he breathes. he doesn't stop his motions. your head is spinning. "fuck," he whines against you. "that was so.. you're so.." he continues to work his fingers in and out of you, lips traveling around as he slowly brings you down through your pleasure. he gradually slows down, removing his fingers from your heated core.

you're panting, leaning back against the wall.

next, he pulls his lips back- your slick glistening on his chin and mouth. his tongue darts out, licking over the remnants of you. a soft moan permeates through the thick air between you. carefully, he shifts to pull the mask down over his mouth once more. as he does, a soft clatter comes from the side of him. in your waning state of bliss, you tilt your head to see a small squeeze tube of a liquid on the floor. your eyes trace over the lettering and your mouth falls open. "you mean to tell me you've had web remover this whole time?" "oops?"

#Spiderman!matty #not my best work #but its honest work #Jenn <3 #the way this is like a year late at this point.#I did NOT reread this #if there are any problems or if u do not like it #do not let me know

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