#Interactive Radio Content

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Innovative Content Ideas for Engaging Community Radio Programs

Creating captivating and engaging content is the lifeblood of any Community Radio Station (CRS). It’s the magic that transforms your station from a simple broadcast into a beloved community staple. But what keeps listeners tuning in and, more importantly, feeling connected to your station? The answer lies in continuous innovation and deep community involvement. From educational programs to…

[allastoredeer]

The ship name switch actually comes from manga/anime fandoms! I haven't been in any recently, but back in ye old days people could get very intense about who tops and who bottoms and switches were practically unheard of, so the names were kinda necessary. NaruSasu vs SasuNaru for example. You won't believe how much people fought over positions, it even got parodied in some japanese media. On a slightly related note, are you okay with top al content where the characters are properly portrayed? Or none at all? No judgment, we all should enjoy the fandoms however we like ^^

Oh 👀 that makes sense I wouldn't have heard about it then. I watched a handful a anime, but the only one I dipped my toes into was My Hero Academia, and even then, I didn't go that deep. I read a few fics, but that was the extent of it.

Fighting over who tops, bottoms, and switches is so silly. An argument can be made for any character being a top, bottom, or switch, because sexual preference/positions isn't something that can determined by a handful of personality traits. There's no check-list a characters has follow to be "deemed" a top. Or a bottom. Or a switch.

At the end of the day, it's literally just what the fan prefers for that pairing. And I think the more people accept that they can like specific dynamics without having to argue for their right to like it, the better and less-toxic a fandom will be. You should never have to defend why you like a character, or a ship, or anything else, because sometimes you just like it. You vibe with it. No other reason required.

As for the top!Al content, it can be kind of tricky to deem something as "properly portrayed" when, technically, everyone's portrayal is going to be different, and every portrayal isn't going to be 100% in-line with the show.

I think considering something as properly portrayed is wholly dependent on the fan and how they relate to the show and the characters. No fanfiction or fanart is going to be completely true to the show or characters. I don't even think that's possible XD Fans inject so much of themselves and their experiences into fan-content, that every portrayal can be considered properly done given the right audience.

But, if top!Al and bottom!Luci were written in a different way--maybe something that didn't UwU-ify Lucifer so much or make Alastor out to be this big, domineering alpha-male--I think I could like it.

I'm very picky with characterization. There are some details I can easily overlook, but depending on how certain things are written, it can take me out of the story so badly I can't even force myself to finish reading. (Believe me, I've tried. I found a Spideypool fic once that was so well written it was love at first sight. The humor was on point, the plot was intriguing, the dynamic between them was fun, but there was a small, little, itty-bitty detail in their interactions that kept popping up and it took me out of the fic so bad, I couldn't keep going. I tried to finish the fic, multiple times, but I never got very far.)

Funnily enough, when I was first scouring the internet for content after the show ended, I actually bookmarked a handful of top!Al and bottom!Luci on Twitter. But with how it's currently being portrayed across the fandom, any enjoyment I had for it has soured. I just don't vibe with the majority of top!Al I see now.

I've always liked bottom!Al though, and I've been seeing a lot more content for it lately! I've been eating well 😋

[deepseawave]

obsessed w the tags on ur last reblog

Omgg, thank you haha, it was a quality post so I just had to appreciate it in full force 😂❤️

Can‘t believe someone would actually enjoy my yapping :,D

[cervinae-canine]

re: the untagged pro.ship selfshipper: i think i know who you’re talking about and the worst part she’s constantly remaking recently so blocking is a super bandaid solution so :/

I've heard that the acc. has been deactivated 4 times now so obviously, this is not really gonna stop. At least, in the near future

[hauntedhowlett-writes]

HEARING YOU

PAIRING: robert “bob” floyd x female reader

RATING: explicit

WORD COUNT: 4225

SUMMARY:

Bob Floyd has a crush on the air traffic controller with the pretty voice.

The air traffic controller has a crush on the quiet WSO.

Nat is determined to get them to meet.

part ii - seeing you

TAGS/WARNINGS:

explicit content (18+ minors do not interact), female reader insert, no use of y/n, not beta read, reader is an air traffic controller at NAS north island (take the jargon with a grain of salt), very requited crush, flirty jake seresin, wingwoman natasha, light alcohol consumption, semi-public sex (bob’s truck), making out, dry humping, oral (f receiving), fingering, dirty talk.

The sky is just barely starting to lighten from an inky black to mottled blue when you swipe into the Cab, floor-to-ceiling windows giving you a bird’s eye view of the airfield below. It’s quiet this morning, conversation dialed to a low murmur. You get a few nods of acknowledgement as the door closes behind you with a soft click and you cross the room to your console, setting your travel mug of coffee down and tapping your workstation awake.

“We’ve got Dagger Squad again this morning,” your coworker, Jason, says with a yawn, rolling his chair beside yours. “Last drill of the week.”

You hum. “Flyovers are easy. Rooster’s leading the first run.”

“Nice. At least we’ll start off strong and not with someone trying to show off before the sun is even up.”

“And by someone you mean Hangman.”

“Bingo.”

You plug your headset into the jack and lift it over your head. “Maybe if we’re lucky Maverick will knock his ego down a couple pegs.”

“A couple pegs ain’t nothin’ for that one.”

You look down at the tarmac. The Super Hornets are lined up on the apron, gleaming beneath the floodlights. There’s movement below, tiny figures in flight suits and high visibility vests going through pre-flight procedures. You’ve always thought they looked like ants from up here.

Jet engines roar to life. Ground crews start to disperse. The aviators climb into their birds and get themselves situated. You press the button on your mic.

“Dagger Squad, Tower. Runway two seven is active. Taxi via Alpha, hold short at two seven. Launch order as briefed, Rooster in the lead. Call when you’re ready,” you say, the words sharp in the quiet room.

“Tower, Dagger zero two — wilco, taxiing via Alpha,” Rooster replies.

“Not even a good morning?” A female voice asks. You chuckle.

“Good morning, Phoenix,” you say to your friend. “And good morning, Bob.”

“Oh, uh…good morning,” Bob replies. You bite your lip, fighting a smile.

Natasha’s backseater, a WSO by the name of Bob Floyd, caught your attention when he first arrived to base. He wasn’t like some of the other aviators on the newly formed squad, loud and cocky with egos to match, and he didn’t clog up your radio with unnecessary chatter. He was sure, steady, and good at his job. Nat had nothing but good things to say about him whenever his name came up in conversation.

Which, you’ll admit, it often does.

Down on the runway, Phoenix smirks, switching to intercom. “You okay back there, Bob?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” He asks.

“Just making sure you didn’t burst into flames.”

Bob doesn’t reply, focusing instead on the systems in front of him. His cheeks are flushed, the direct result of hearing your voice over the radio — sharp, controlled, a little raspy this early in the morning.

“I could introduce you,” Nat says. “If you want.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he mumbles.

The first time Bob heard your voice over the radio, he knew he was in trouble. You were calm and confident, a force to be reckoned with, and when your laugh crackled through the radio, his heart started racing the same way it did during take off.

Despite never having seen you before, his crush on you took root and refused to budge. Nat, always observant, noticed it right away and has been trying to play matchmaker ever since.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to meet you. He does.

But he’s also just…Bob. Quiet, observant, a little awkward. He worries that you’d meet him and be disappointed, that maybe someone like Jake or Bradley or Javy would be a better match.

“Dagger zero two, Tower,” your voice says in his ear.

Bob shakes his head to clear his thoughts and focus on the drill, a time-on-target run that means he has to be locked in to make sure the strike lands with precision.

“Wind two nine zero at six, runway is clear.”

Bradley taxis the plane down the runway and Nat follows into position. Bob taps his fingers on his knee, the adrenaline starting to kick in.

“Tower, Dagger zero two is ready.”

“Dagger zero two, you are cleared for take-off, runway two seven. Good luck.”

The jet engine roars to life as Bradley speeds down the runway before lifting off into the sky. Nat eases the jet forward.

“Tower, Dagger zero three holding short for two. Ready.”

“Dagger zero three, cleared for take off.” There’s a brief pause before you add, “Do a flip.”

Nat laughs, the sound drowned out by the afterburners as she takes off. After climbing a few thousand feet, she spins the jet in the air. Bob’s back slams into the seat and he lets out a breathless laugh.

“I give it a six out of ten,” you say. Nat groans.

“Tough crowd,” she grumbles, veering off to join Bradley.

The two jets fly together in perfect sync, level in the sky with Bradley in the lead and Nat following close behind. Bob’s focus remains on the navigation, watching the position as they approach the waypoint.

“Dagger three, time check,” Bradley calls on the comms. “Target flyover in two minutes, mark on 0700.”

“Copy,” Nat replies.

You watch from the tower, clipboard in hand. Today’s target is unmarked, just coordinates for a spot in the ocean, making it a more difficult run than a terrain drill. The clock above your console glows red, time ticking closer to the mark. Rooster’s voice sounds over your headset.

“Tower, Dagger zero two and zero three inbound for flyover.”

“Copy, Dagger zero two. Tower standing by for time,” you call back.

“Quick push, eight knots,” Bob says to Nat. She nudges the throttle forward, picking up speed. “Perfect, hold it. We’ll be right on top.”

“I’m counting on it,” Nat replies.

Bob smiles beneath his mask and begins to count down under his breath.

Five, four, three, two—

Bradley speeds over the mark, Nat following closely behind him. You scribble the time on your clipboard.

“Dagger zero two and zero three, flyover complete. Nice job,” you tell them. “A double zero. Impressive, Bob.”

Bob blinks, surprised by the compliment. “T-thanks,” he manages to stutter.

Nat follows Bradley back towards base, keeping in tight formation. Bob’s thoughts are a loop of your praise.

“Tower, Dagger zero two and zero three inbound,” Bradley says.

“Dagger zero two, pattern is clear,” you reply.

Bradley lands first, followed by Nat, the impact of touchdown jolting Bob in his seat. The aircraft director waves them forward off the landing area and Nat steers the plane into park. The deck crew gives her the okay to kill the engine and Bob’s ears ring in the silence of the turbofan going still.

The canopy lifts and Bob removes his mask, taking a deep breath of the salty air. Ground crew gathers around the jet, going through the post-flight check. Nat unbuckles her harness and eases out of the cockpit first, climbing down the ladder with practiced efficiency.

Bob moves slowly, his stiff limbs making him feel like a newborn calf. He climbs down the ladder and joins Nat on the tarmac, tugging his helmet off and holding it in his hand. Bradley approaches, followed by Jake, Reuben, and Mickey, who are suited up for the next run.

“Damn, Baby-On-Board. That was clean,” Jake says, a heavy hand landing on Bob’s shoulder. “Don’t know if Fanboy is going to beat that.”

“If he does, I’ll buy his drinks tonight,” Nat chimes in.

“How the hell am I supposed to beat a double zero?” Mickey asks.

Nat smirks. “Exactly.”

Bradley, Bob, and Natasha return to the ready room, where Maverick already has the playback ready on the monitors.

“That might have been the cleanest run I’ve seen out of this squad. Tight formation, quick adjustments,” Maverick says with a sharp nod. “Nice job, Lieutenant Floyd.”

“Thank you, sir,” Bob replies.

After they’ve been dismissed, Nat drags Bob down to mess for breakfast. She sits across the table from him, picking at her eggs while he sips from his styrofoam cup of coffee.

“You coming out with us tonight?” She asks. “I’ll buy you a drink.”

“Maybe,” he replies. She lifts an eyebrow at him.

“Come on, you’ve blown us off like, three times now. That’s bad for morale.”

“You know I don’t like crowds.”

“When half the crowd is your squad, that’s hardly an excuse.”

He sighs. “Fine, I’ll be there.”

Nat gives him a wide smile.

He doesn’t notice the mischievous glint in her eye.

Nat: Hard Deck tonight?

Nat: You can’t say no

Nat: I know you’re off tomorrow.

You laugh at the series of texts from Nat. You’re back in your apartment early in the afternoon, enjoying the extra downtime — a benefit of working an 0500 flight drill with the Daggers.

Yeah, I’ll come, you reply.

Later, you arrive at the Hard Deck a little earlier than Nat’s suggested time. The small bar is busy but not yet packed and you easily find a spot to squeeze into, flagging down Penny. The older woman smiles at you.

“Hey, stranger,” she says. “Long time no see.”

“Did you miss me?” You ask. She chuckles.

“‘Course I did.” She grabs a glass from beneath the bar. “The usual?”

“Please.”

You take a moment to scan the room, recognizing a few faces from around the base. By the pool tables, you spot a group of men playing a game. A tall man with neatly combed blonde hair and Navy issue glasses leans over the table, lining up a shot and sinking two solid colored balls into separate pockets.

He’s cute in that unassuming kind of way. The sleeves of his shirt highlight the lean muscle of his arms and the fabric stretches nicely over broad shoulders that dip into a narrow waist. Penny sets a drink by your elbow and you hand her some cash with a quick thank you, your attention drawn back to the man.

“Well if it ain’t the princess herself, visiting us from her tower,” a voice drawls from beside you. Jake grins at you when you look over at him, his eyes flicking down your body. “Lookin’ good, by the way.”

“Hangman,” you sigh.

Jake was the first of Nat’s squad members that you met after befriending her. He’s loudmouthed, cocky, and he flies just the same. You’ve had to correct him from the tower on more than one occasion.

“What, you’re not happy to see me?” He asks, mock hurt. “Because I’m sure happy to see you, darlin’.”

You roll your eyes. “Not after the shit you pulled during your drill.”

“I was just showin’ off for you.”

“Five seconds ahead of mark isn’t anything to be proud of.”

“You wound me,” he says. The door opens and you spot Nat, waving her over.

“Save me,” you whisper loudly when she’s close enough to hear you.

“Bagman, quit bothering my favorite controller,” Nat says, slinging an arm over your shoulder. “She’s too good for you, anyway.”

“Something we can agree on,” Jake says, winking at you. “Fine. You know where to find me.”

“Don’t count on it.”

Jake disappears through the crowd, heading straight for the pool tables. He greets the men with friendly familiarity, patting each of them on the back.

“He’s relentless,” Nat says. “It would be admirable if it wasn’t so pathetic.”

Penny comes by, greeting Nat and taking her order. Your friend requests a second drink for you on her tab, despite your objections. When her beer and your fresh glass are delivered, Nat grabs your arm and drags you over to the pool tables.

“I knew you couldn’t stay away, princess,” Jake says. “You want to play?”

“I don’t know how,” you tell him. Beside you, Nat hides her laugh in her drink.

“That’s okay, I’m a real good teacher.”

“Alright, fine, I’ll give it a shot,” you relent. While Jake sets up the table, you say hello to Reuben, or Payback as you know him over the radio, the other member of Nat’s squad that you’ve met in person. You introduce yourself to the rest of the unfamiliar faces, putting names to voices and call signs.

The tall blonde man from earlier is sitting down now and you catch him staring at you before he ducks his head and focuses intently on picking the label of his beer bottle with his thumb nail. You’re about to approach him when Jake shoves a pool cue in your hands and says, “Ladies first.”

Jake is rambling on about how to play pool as you line up a shot, striking the racked balls with impressive precision, three solid balls sinking into pockets. Jake frowns across the table. You come around to his side and lean over for another shot, sinking another ball.

“Forget princess,” he grumbles. “You’re a shark.”

Some times later, the game finishes in your favor and you hand your cue to Nat to take the next game. You pat Jake on the back.

“Better luck next time, Bagman,” you tell him.

The blonde man is still sitting in the same spot. He looks up at you when you approach him, pretty blue eyes going wide.

“Hi,” you tell him. “We haven’t met yet.”

It’s you, he thinks. The air traffic controller. If he thought your voice was pretty over a staticky radio, nothing could have prepared him for hearing it in person. He’s surprised you noticed him over here — you looked like you were having a good time with Jake, destroying him in a game of pool.

He suddenly realizes you’re waiting for him to respond but he’s been staring at you.

“No, uh, don’t think we have,” he says.

You take a seat on the stool beside him, keeping yourself angled towards him.

“You must be Bob,” you say, reaching a hand out and introducing yourself.

He huffs a laugh. “What gave me away?”

“You’re quiet.” You don’t say it like it’s a bad thing. Just a truth, an observation. He ducks his head and you add, “I like quiet.”

For the rest of the night, you sit beside Bob, drawn into conversation with the man. It’s a little awkward at first but once Bob starts to get comfortable, the shy WSO really starts to open up and you can’t help but be drawn to the sweet, funny guy he reveals to you.

“Well. I’ll be damned,” Jake says, watching the two of you across the room. You’re leaned in close, laughing at something Bob said, your hand on his bicep. The man looks like he’s about to combust. “Bob’s got an audience tonight.”

“I’ve been trying to make this happen for months,” Nat tells him. “Don’t you dare do anything to screw it up.”

“Roger,” he replies with a mock salute, returning his attention to the dart board.

Penny shouts for last call and Bob looks up, surprised to see how empty the bar has gotten. He checks his watch.

“I don’t remember the last time I was out this late,” he says. You smile at him.

“Time flies when you’re having fun,” you tease. “But I guess it’s time to head out.”

Disappointment settles in his chest. “Right, yeah. We should…go.”

Bob walks with you out of the bar, hands shoved in his pockets so that he doesn’t give in to the intense urge to pull you into him. The air is a little colder now that the sun has set and he notices the way you shiver, wrapping your arms around yourself.

“How’re you getting home?” He asks.

“I was going to walk. My apartment isn’t too far once you get off base,” you tell him.

“I can give you a ride.”

“You don’t have to—“

“Please,” he interrupts. “It’s late and cold. My mama would be disappointed in me if I didn’t.”

You give him a soft smile. “I definitely don’t want you disappointing your mama.”

He leads you through the parking lot to his pick up truck and unlocks the doors, opening yours for you. He waits until you’ve settled into the passenger seat before shutting the door and jogging around to the driver’s side.

The short ride to your apartment is quiet, the silence broken only by your occasional directions. It’s not awkward but something settles between you that makes his heart pound frantically against his ribs, blood rushing in his ears.

Bob pulls into a spot near your building, putting the truck in park. It’s late enough that your complex is quiet, the parking lot dark and empty. You unbuckle your seatbelt but you don’t reach for the door, turning to face him instead, one leg tucked beneath you.

“I had a lot of fun tonight,” you tell him.

“Me, too,” he replies. He clears his throat. His eyes drop to your mouth, gaze drawn to your lips like a magnet.

“Are you going to kiss me, Bob?” You whisper.

“Do you want me to?” He asks, just as quiet.

You nod your head. He swallows nervously, unbuckling his seatbelt before leaning toward you and lifting a hand to cup your cheek. You tilt your head into his touch, looking up at him from beneath your lashes. His thumb drags across your bottom lip and when your mouth opens with a small sigh, he pulls you in for a kiss.

It’s the kind of kiss that makes your blood run hot in your veins, slow and sure and deep. You shift a little closer, the center console pressing uncomfortably into your stomach but you don’t care, not enough to stop, not enough to pull away from the intoxicating warmth of his mouth. His tongue tangles with yours and there’s an unexpected confidence in the way he tilts your head to his liking, chasing the best angle.

He pulls back suddenly and before you can ask what’s wrong, he’s reaching beneath the center console flipping it up, removing the annoying barrier. You grin at him.

“That’s convenient.” He laughs, the sound a deep rumble in the quiet of the cab.

“C’mere,” he says, a little breathless, the words stringing together. You shuffle a bit closer and he wraps an arm around your waist, tugging you across the seat until you’re in his lap, legs open over his thighs and the steering wheel at your back. He runs his palms up your thighs and traces the curve of your waist. “You are—god—you’re a dream, you know that?”

He says it so earnestly, like it’s an undeniable truth, and something in you cracks. You kiss him again, harder this time, a little desperate. Your hands are in his hair, messing up the neatly combed strands. He groans when you tighten your grip, his hands squeezing your hips.

“You have no idea,” he murmurs, lips leaving messy kisses across your jaw, down to your neck, “how long I’ve wanted this.”

“Really?” You ask. He nods against you, sucking the sensitive skin over your pulse between his teeth.

“First time I heard you,” he says, “on the radio. Prettiest voice I’d ever heard, right in my ear.”

You rock your hips, moaning when you feel the hard length of him beneath you. He slips a hand beneath the hem of your t-shirt, reaching up to tug the cup of your bra down to expose the tight bud of your nipple. He pinches it lightly, making you gasp.

“Knew you’d make some pretty noises, too.”

He lifts your shirt, just enough that he can get his mouth on you. He sucks your nipple between his lips, swirling his tongue around it before releasing it with an obscene pop and moving to your other breast to give it the same attention. You squirm in his lap, your core aching for friction.

Bob lifts his head, looking up at you. His hair is a mess and his blue eyes are dark behind his slightly foggy glasses, splotches of pink coloring his cheeks.

“Can I eat you out?” He asks. “Please?”

He asks so eagerly, so sweetly, that all you can do is nod your head and let him guide you down to your back on the seat beside him. His hands reach for your jeans, his fingers deftly popping the button and dragging the zipper down.

He tugs the denim over your hips and down your thighs, freeing one of your legs completely but leaving the fabric gathered in a heap around your other ankle. You sit up a little to give him some space, your back pressed to the door. He settles between your thighs, staring down at you with a hungry look in his eye.

He rests his heavy palm on your mound, dipping his thumb down to drag it over the wet spot that’s formed on the gusset of your underwear. He grazes your clit and you gasp, flexing your hips to chase the sensation. His other hand presses your hips down into the seat.

“You’re so wet, baby,” he says, voice low and steady. “You want to take care of you?”

“Mhm,” you hum, your head thumping against the car door when he draws slow circles over your clit.

He slides his hand beneath the elastic of your underwear, finally touching you. It’s lewd and messy, the way he swipes his calloused fingers over your slick heat. You can hear how wet you are, even above the blood rushing in your ears and the sound of your breathing.

He pulls your underwear down to your knees and ducks beneath them, his face close enough to your cunt that you can feel the heat of his breath against your skin, making you shiver in anticipation. He kisses the inside of one thigh, then the other, before licking through your folds with a satisfied groan.

Bob takes off his glasses, tossing them on the dash with little regard for whether they remain in one piece. He doesn’t care, he’ll get new ones if he has to.

He tastes you again, licking a broad stripe from your entrance to your clit before circling his tongue over the sensitive bundle of nerves. You reach down to tangle your fingers in his hair and he outright moans against your pussy, tongue moving faster.

You’re so on edge that you know this won’t last long, not with the way he eats you like a man who just stumbled across an oasis in a desert. You can feel the combination of spit and slick dripping to the seat below you as you grind yourself against his mouth.

“Look at me,” he says, pausing for only long enough to get the words out. You lift your head and he holds your gaze as his attention returns to your clit.

His vision is blurry without his glasses but he can still see the way your eyes roll back when he flicks his tongue just right or how your mouth drops open and the sweetest sound he’s ever heard spills from your lips when he sucks your clit between his lips and hums.

“Bob—fuck—oh my god,” you cry, trying to keep your voice low, trying to remain cognizant of the fact that you never even made it out of this man’s truck before he was between your thighs.

He slides two fingers inside of you and you moan, long and loud and desperate, that knot of release growing impossibly tighter. He drags his fingers along your front wall, hitting a spot that makes the knot unravel, your orgasm crashing through you like a tidal wave, every nerve lighting up with the euphoria of it.

Bob reaches down to press a hand to his cock, rutting into his palm. It only takes a few flexes of his hips for him to come in his pants like a teenager, sticky heat filling his boxers as he moans, his forehead pressed to your thigh.

“Holy shit,” you gasp. “That was—“

“Good?” He asks hopefully. Your answering giggle is a little wild, a little incredulous.

“Great. Amazing. Spectacular,” you assure him. He smiles against your skin.

When he’s caught his breath, he sits up and helps you get your underwear back in place. You shimmy back into your jeans, sweat damp skin making the effort more harrowing than it has any right to be. Bob reaches for his glasses and puts them on, blinking at the adjustment to his vision. Once you’re dressed, you turn towards him again.

“I can—“

“I already, uh—“

“Oh.” You bite your lip. “Maybe next time?”

“Yeah?” He asks. You nod.

“Definitely.”

You lean forward and he meets you halfway, capturing your lips with his, matching wide smiles making it less of a kiss and more of a shared breath. You pull back, reaching up to smooth his hair into place.

“Where’s your phone?” You ask. He reaches into his back pocket for it, handing it to you.

You dial your number and save it into his contacts. “Call me tomorrow.”

“Yes m’am,” he answers.

You give him one last lingering kiss before opening the passenger door and hopping out of his truck, shutting the door behind you. He doesn’t start the truck until he sees you disappear through one of the apartment doors.

As he’s driving home, his phone pings with a new message. He checks it when he’s back on base.

Nat: You’re welcome, btw.

Thank you for reading! 💕

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[prkhaven]

VAMP RADIO — p.js

The friendly neighborhood masked vigilante fancies you?

「 pairing 」 spider-man/symbiote stalker!jay x fem!reader

genre: heavy/dark themes, smut minors do not interact, stalker au, spider-man au, morally grey and obsessive jay, p with plot, p with feelings, obsession, manipulation, stalking, anxiety

content warnings: kissing, profanity, alcohol consumption, blood and injuries, window watching, peeping tom jay, sneaking in, bug in the closet (he's in the closet), unprotected sex, dacryphilia, praising, slight degradation, body worship, masturbation, marking, biting, choking, fingering, oral (f rec.), bondage, size training, use of toys, panty fucking/sniffing, corruption kink, creampie, breeding kink, petnames (darling, baby, sweetheart, honey, my love, good girl, doll) — wc: 32.4k

lily’s note: if you wish not to interact with this type of content, feel free to click out and not read !! please remember this is merely fiction and not a reflection of me or any of the people mentioned and our beliefs.

“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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[teamdays]

i dont even give a fuck about wonderlands x showtime if im being honest

[bookishscrolls]

Effective Community Engagement Strategies for CRS Success

Community Radio Stations (CRS) have a unique and powerful role: to be the voice of the community, by the community, and for the community. But how do you make sure your station isn’t just broadcasting to people but actively engaging with them? This guide dives into actionable strategies for community engagement that will turn your CRS into a dynamic hub of conversation, culture, and…

[zyafics]

HEARTBREAK: LIVE | Masterlist

Rafe Cameron's MASTERLIST | Social Media AU

Pairing — Ex-BF!Rafe x Radio Host!Female Reader

Summary — You and Rafe were the perfect couple. But after a mysterious breakup, you went off the grid. When your best friends pulls you back into the spotlight to host a on-campus radio show, you find yourself opening up to the world about your experience. This time, with everyone listening—including Rafe. And him? He wants you back.

Content — college au, football player!rafe au

Timeline — 10/27/2024 – 12/29/2024

Status — Completed

NAVIGATION —

asks – thoughts – theories – analysis – ✏️ ideas – fav. moments feedbacks

LINKS —

community – spotify

TABLE OF CONTENT —

✶ Part 01 ✶ Part 02 ✶ Part 03 ✶ Part 04 ✶ Part 05

✶ Part 06 ✶ Part 07 ✶ Part 08 ✶ Part 09 ✶ Part 10

✶ Part 11 ✶ Part 12 ✶ Part 13 ✶ Part 14 ✶ Part 15

✶ Part 16 ✶ Part 17 ✶ Part 18 ✶ Part 19 ✶ Part 20

✶ Part 21 ✶ Part 22 ✶ Part 23 ✶ Part 24 ✶ Part 25

✶ Part 26 ✶ Part 27 ✶ Part 28 ✶ Part 29 ✶ Part 30

✶ Part 31 ✶ Part 32 ✶ Part 33 ✶ Part 34 ✶ Part 35

✶ Part 36 ✶ Part 37 ✶ Part 38 ✶ Part 39 ✶ Part 40

✶ Part 41 ✶ Part 42 ✶ Part 43 ✶ Part 44 ✶ Part 45

✶ Part 46 ✶ Part 47 ✶ Part 48 ✶ Part 49 ✶ Part 50

✶ Part 51 ✶ Part 52 ✶ Part 53 ✶ Part 54 ✶ Part 55

✶ Part 56 ✶ Part 57 ✶ Part 58 ✶ Part 59 ✶ Part 60

✶ Part 61 ✶ Part 62 ✶ Part 63 ✶ Part 64 ✶ Part 65

✶ Part 66 ✶ Part 67 ✶ Part 68 ✶ Part 69 ✶ Part 70

✶ Part 71 ✶ Part 72 ✶ Part 73 ✶ Part 74 ✶ Part End

EXTRAS —

✶ when reader blocks rafe on all socials

✶ when it's 'national text an ex' day

✶ when reader posts about rafe on instagram

✶ rafe and reader's clay date night

✶ reader watching their football edit

✶ reader sending rafe a football tiktok

✶ reader and rafe doing a tiktok trend

✶ new chauffeur alert

✶ rafe carrying reader home

✶ rafe posting reader on ig after getting back together

✶ pope's secret

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[alastor-and-adam]

6. How would you describe your signature move in bed? And yes, details are mandatory.

Adam: *rolling his shoulders, grin lazy and dangerous as he sits on the edge of the bed, sleeves pushed up* Signature move? *chuckles lowly* Pinning. Hands over his head, hips locked down, watching him try not to squirm. Alastor loves to pretend he’s in control—but the second I’ve got him beneath me, wrists pinned, thighs spread… *he inhales through his teeth, grinning wider*...he gets real quiet. Real obedient. I don’t even have to move. Just press down and look at him like I’m going to ruin him—and his composure cracks before I ever touch anything else.

Alastor: *sitting stiff-backed with a composed smile, clearly flustered but refusing to break* Exaggeration! I do not—I never— *pauses, adjusts collar, clears throat* …I respond, perhaps. But only because I allow it. *He tilts his head, voice slipping into that velvet purr* Now, my signature move? Simple: my voice. I narrate everything I’m doing to him—every inch, every reaction, every breath he doesn’t realize he’s holding. I get real close, let my lips brush his ear and say—‘Do you feel how hard you're shaking for me, darling? How much you want this?’ *His smile widens just a touch as Adam’s jaw flexes.*

Adam: *muttering* He weaponizes his mouth. It’s not fair.

Alastor: *gently smug* And when I slide down between his legs and keep talking, describing exactly what I see, what I plan to do… *he hums softly* He forgets how to function.

Adam: *grinning, voice rougher now* Only because I’m thinking of what I’m gonna do to shut you up afterward.

Alastor: leaning in, whispering with a wicked glint in his eye* Promise?

[wtfsteveharrington]

don’t you want me | boyfriend!steve x reader x eddie

content & context: you and steve are tasked with checking in on eddie while he’s hiding out at reefer rick’s. 

mentions of drugs & all parties smoke, virgin!eddie, eddie gets caught masturbating by reader and steve, oral (all receiving and giving), steve accidentally initiates oral with eddie (makes sense i promise), fingering (f receiving), unprotected sex, steve!breeding kink, cum play, cum swapping. everyone’s a lil fruity! reader is kinda just passed around!! **emphasizing that there are sexual interactions between steve and eddie!**

she/her pronouns used for reader!

author’s note: ... i can't believe this is finally getting posted but here we are! its been ages in the making and i'm so glad to finally have it out there. if i missed something during editing pls let me know! <3

word count: 8.4k - i added plot to this one!

If you thought Steve complained about being the babysitter, you should hear the way he complains about being Eddie’s caretaker. 

In all honesty, he still wasn’t quite sure that Eddie was completely innocent in all this mess. Was he a killer? Probably not. That doesn’t mean he wants to hang around the guy, let alone have you hang around him. 

He’s protective, that’s all. 

The grocery sacks hit the floor of the kitchen while Steve shoves the case of beer into an empty spot on the counter. He’s pensively looking around the house, a grimace on his features as he takes in your... Questionable surroundings. Empty cans of food, question sticky spots on the floor, a disgusting bong on the table sat next to McDonalds wrappers. 

“Now how the hell did Munson get his hands on a Big Mac but we’re still stuck doing supply drops?” Steve’s scoffing to himself, finally looking around the room to realize - “Wait a minute. Where the hell is he?”

It’s instinct. Within seconds of acknowledging that there might be a problem here, you’re back to back with Steve while the two of you scan the room. Looking for any signs of life or, well, death. You both hone in on a sound coming from behind the door at the end of the hallway. Exchanging a quick glance before he’s looking for a weapon - Grabbing a hold of the bong to use as a weapon. You however? Decide to settle for one of the knifes on the table which Steve thinks makes much more sense but he’s already committed to this damn bong now. 

The door’s barely cracked open and as the two of you get closer you can begin to hear Heaven’s On Fire by KISS playing faintly on the radio. Considering how tense Eddie’s been lately, you’re surprised he’s being this... Sloppy? 

you drive me crazy when you start to tease

You’re peeking over Steve’s shoulder, hand instantly coming to clamp over your mouth at the sight in front of you two.

you could bring the devil to his knees

Eddie Munson’s laying back on the bed, boots planted firmly on the ground, his jeans and briefs shimmied just far enough down his thighs to free his length. He’s hard, untouched, and you’re salivating at the sight. You and Steve stand there for a second longer than you should, both of you shocked at the sight. It’s not until Eddie wraps his fist around himself, lifting his hips off the bed at his own touch and letting out a quiet moan that Steve finally breaks -

“Holy shit.”

No one knows who reacts first but within seconds Eddie’s trying to cover himself up at the same time you’re reaching past Steve to pull the bedroom door closed. You’re trying to process what you just saw, mind only able to hyper focus on the fact that he looked... No, stop. You can’t let your mind wonder like this.

“Jesus Christ! Don’t you people knock!” Eddie shrieks on the other side. 

You look over at your flabbergasted boyfriend who’s punching the air and cursing Dustin Henderson for getting involved with this Freak. If you look close enough, you can see the flush to his cheeks. “C’mon, Man. Maybe consider not jacking off while you’re on the run for murder, huh? Especially when you have people running around getting you shitty Pabst and Doritos!”

The door’s being jerked open and Eddie looks so frazzled. A far cry from the man who was just sprawled out in bed touching himself. 

He has a finger pointed in Steve’s face, “A murder I did not commit! So excuse me for trying to blow off some steam while I thought I was alone. If you’re so concerned then I’ll be sure to clear it with you next time, Harrington.” His hair is a crazy mess, shirt haphazardly tucked into his pants, and his belt unbuckled. You can’t help but spare a thought towards how pretty he looks. If Eddie would meet your eye, you’d have to look away considering just how embarrassing your thoughts were getting about him. But, in fact, the boy refuses to glance in your direction.

You turn on your heels, dragging Steve behind you in an attempt to avoid them getting into even more of a fight. Storing the fact that Eddie Munson has a pretty dick away for later. “C’mon, Idiots. I’ll cook dinner if you two can play nice for a few hours. Eddie wash your hands and zip up your fly before you come in here.”

The song continues as you walk down the hallway. Giggling to yourself and sneaking looks over at your still flabbergasted boyfriend. 

feel my heat takin' you higher. 

burn with me, heaven's on fire. 

paint the sky with desire.

✧･ﾟ:*-*:･ﾟ✧

Eddie watches as you two navigate cleaning up the kitchen in almost perfect sync. His hand on your lower back when he brings the rest of the dishes to you, the way he takes notice of your sleeve falling down your arm and rolls it up for you, then you have the audacity to sing along to Steve’s favorite lyrics as the songs shuffle through on the radio. 

He’s taken to sitting on the couch during clean up, citing his “impending doom” as the reason why he can’t help. Really, Eddie’s not sure how much more of the love birds act he can take before his carefully curated facade finally breaks. It wasn’t that you two were being over the top with the displays of affection, quite the opposite actually. If anything, it was toned down from the normal levels you showed around everyone else. 

It’s just the fact that it’s real that’s driving him crazy. Cursing every day he spent without someone who loved him that deeply.

Once the kitchen is cleaner than it likely has ever been, you and Steve wonder out of the room and finally join Eddie. Steve’s grabbing the packed bowl left on the coffee table along with the lighter, sitting back in the recliner while you perch yourself on the arm of the chair. Trying to balance yourself carefully. You watch as Steve takes a long hit, holding the smoke before holding the bowl towards you. Glancing from him to the slouched figure on the couch, “Can we spend the night with you?” 

Eddie’s shrugging, grumbling out “’Ight with me but there’s not many blankets around this place that ain’t filled with holes.”

Nodding, more towards yourself than him, you lean forward to trap the piece between your lips and Steve brings the lighter up to the bowl. 

You’re coughing. 

Like, way more than normal. 

Steve’s quickly pushing out of the chair, grabbing one of the last wine coolers for you and popping it’s top with ease before bringing it back to you. There’s a reassuring hand rubbing over your back as you work your way through your coughing fit. Cheeks burning hot with embarrassment that one little hit nearly took you out in front of Eddie Munson. 

“S’good shit, Honey. No surprise you can barely take it.” You’re giving Steve an appreciative smile as Eddie teases you, leaning into his touch for a bit of comfort. “Should be this good considering it’s been the talk of Hawkin’s that you’re raising your prices on us, Munson.” 

Eddie’s got his hands up in the air, his bright laughter filling up the room before he’s reaching out for the bowl Steve’s offering. “Hey, a man had to eat, y’know? Now a man’s gotta pay bail... Prices are gonna triple after this.” 

When Steve’s assured you’re not going to pass out, he’s going back to the table and grabbing two cans of out the lukewarm Pabst case. One’s being slid over to Eddie while Steve grabs his keys out of his pocket to begin the base of the can to chug. 

It’s some weird power play you’re pretty sure. Asserting dominance with who can chug the fastest. Eddie’s quick to follow suit, using his pocket knife to carve out his own hole..

Now you just need to figure out why it’s kind of.. Hot?

You watch as Steve and Eddie cheers their punctured cans against one another, both of them giving the other a small nod then they’re throwing their heads back, popping the tab, and chugging the beer out of the can. It’s entertaining, this dumb grin plastered on your face. The weed in your system is probably making this feel like a much more endearing sight than it actually is. They both drop the cans once they finish, an argument ensuing as they try to decide who finished first. 

“I’ve never shotgunned a beer.” 

Suddenly there’s a lot of attention on you. Steve’s confused, Eddie’s entertained. 

“King Steve Harrington’s girlfriend has never chugged a beer? Surprised he hasn’t corrupted you already.” Steve’s hitting his arm, giving the other boy a playful shove before grabbing a can out of the case and tossing it your way. 

“You wanna learn, Honey? I’ll teach you.” Spoken so sweetly. Steve’s voice always laced with this delicate tone reserved just for you.

He’s standing behind you now, chest firm against your back and holding the can properly in your hands. Steve’s digging a hole with his keys into the side of your can, his chin on your shoulder as he concentrates on making it a clean cut. “All you gotta do is tilt your head back, okay? I’ll pop the tab. Don’t feel like you gotta finish it.” 

You nod obediently, freeing one of your fingers from it’s death grip on the can to flip Eddie off. He’s laughing, grabbing the forgotten bowl from the table and getting to work repacking it. Part of you wonders what Rick would think of Eddie using so much of his stash. Then again, it’s not like it’s going to be much use to Rick for the next few years.

The can’s brought up to your mouth, tilting your head back against Steve as he keeps his promise and opens the tab once your lips wrap over the hole. There’s beer dripping from the corner of your mouth, down your chin and neck, and you’re quickly reminded that you hate the taste of beer. Especially cheap beer. But you’re putting on a show so you’re committed to finishing it. 

Steve grabs a hold of your chin as the now empty can clatters to the ground, your lips colliding quickly and he wastes no time licking into your mouth. He tasted like a mixture of weed, more cheap beer, and underlying hints of his spearmint gum. You’re giving an appreciative moan as his hand slips from your chin to cup the back of your neck, tilting your head to deepen the kiss.

Now, Eddie knows he should look away. He’s intruding on a personal moment, right? But there’s just something about the way that you and Steve interact that’s so addicting to him. It’s clear you’ve spent hours memorizing one another, learning what makes the other tick. There’s a sad thought that passes through his mind registering that there’s no way he’ll ever get to have a connection that intense. Even before the, you know, murderer from another dimension ruined his life. Eddie was a lot. He liked being a lot. He never found a girl who liked him being a lot and for a long time he was fine with pretending it didn’t bother him.

Then the picture of true love showed up to this damn house hours ago and he’s begun aching to feel even a tenth of that amount of passion.

He’s lighting up the bowl, finally forcing himself to look away while taking another long hit.

Your hands are firm on Steve’s chest, fisting around the soft material of his shirt and gently shoving him back. “Enough. Eddie doesn’t want to just sit around watching you devour me all night” He’s giving you a dopey grin, the hand not on the back of your neck coming up so he can use his thumb to swipe away the saliva shining on your lips.

“Munson gets it. Sometimes you just can’t help yourself, right?”

Steve’s looking over to Eddie for approval but he won’t look at either of you. Exhaling a stream of smoke from his last hit before responding.

“Nah, man. The Freak title excludes any and all sexual connotations. Made out with Elizabeth Hertz last year but that was just because she wanted free weed. Gareth kissed me after a show because he was drunk off adrenaline. Don’t really count him on the list of conquests though.” He’s blaming the high inching it’s way through his body, but for some reason he wanted to make it known that he’ll happily kiss boys too. In fact, Eddie Munson will pretty much kiss anyone who wants to kiss him.

“Huh.”

It comes out so quickly and you can stop yourself, both boys now looking your way. You give a little shrug, leaning into Steve as you respond. “Just surprised, that’s all. You’re pretty, figured someone would have thrown themselves at you by now.”

Eddie’s blushing at your compliment. Honest to God, cheeks turning pink blushing. He’s throwing a wink your way while trying to downplay how much the compliment got to him.

“Wish everyone felt that way, Sweetheart.”

You’re looking up at Steve now who just knows what’s coming next. 

✧･ﾟ:*-*:･ﾟ✧

The two of you had talked before about including someone else. You both liked girls, that came up pretty quick. Robin asked you to play fuck, marry, kill one night while you sat around at Family Video during your shift. The way you drooled over Faye Dunaway gave you away pretty quickly.

Then, late one night, Steve was a little drunk and half asleep when he asked you what it felt like to kiss a boy. You said it was firmer, that their lips were rougher. But that kissing him made you feel safe and loved, though that wasn’t the norm.

“Kinda wanna kiss a boy the same way you wanna kiss girls. Quickly followed by, “Happy if I spend the rest of my life only kissing you though. Just something I wouldn’t mind happening.”

You just laugh while pulling his sweaty party clothes off of his body, tossing them across the room to deal with tomorrow. 

“You wanna kiss a boy, huh? Well, I’m sure we can make that happen.”

✧･ﾟ:*-*:･ﾟ✧

“So - Is that like a thing then? Making out with you in exchange for free weed? Because in that case, you’ve been smoking me and Steve out all night. Pretty sure that means we’ve got a great debt to pay.”

Eddie can strike the idea down. You wouldn’t be surprised if he did. Mere hours ago you weren’t fully sure if Eddie was a killer and you weren’t fully sure that Steve wouldn’t kill Eddie. He’s toying with the rip in his jeans over his knee, looking over the two of you as if he’s trying to decide if this is real or not.

“You and Steve…” He’s dragging out your names, almost as though he were testing out how they taste on his tongue. You and Steve.

You’re looking back to get confirmation from Steve who’s nothing more than entertained. You’re stepping towards Eddie now, slow enough where anyone can stop you yet not surprised neither of them do. He’s not taking his eyes off of you and you can see his breathing pick up as you get closer. Your knees are sinking into the couch beside him, kneeling into the cushions and reaching over to rest your hand on his upper thigh. Giving him a small squeeze and his muscle twitches in response to the touch. 

“Do you wanna kiss me, Eddie? Kiss us?” 

His breathing cuts off completely, and if you weren’t paying such close attention to his face you would have caught the way his hand goes from playing with the rip to actually pinching himself on his thigh. There’s no way this is real. Eddie’s nodding a little too eagerly, his cool guy facade falling apart. You lean forward, the smell of your perfume ever so faint but taking over his brain, to grab his hand. Dragging it up your own chest, along the curve of your breast, bringing his hand around the front of your throat, finally directing him to cup the back of your throat instead. 

“Then kiss me.”

Eddie’s risking a glance over to Steve as he tightens his grip on your neck, half expecting to see the other boy with his fist cocked back, ready to swing and fight for you.

He’s not though. 

Just giving a small shrug of his shoulders, trying to bite down his entertained grin. You always got what you wanted, Steve’s just surprised it’s Eddie you want. He can’t blame you. Maybe it’s the mood set by the two year old Christmas lights that Rick never takes down illuminating the room, the buzz vibrating throughout your bodies, or the way Eddie keeps looking between you with those wide brown eyes... Something about the situation has Steve understanding the way you feel. 

Your hands are on Eddie’s chest now, fisting around the material as you lean in to ghost your lips against his. “Are you gonna make me ask again?” His fingers are twitching on the back of your neck, tightening his grip before finally connecting your lips together. The kiss is timid at first, you can feel the nerves practically rolling off of his body, so you take it upon yourself to take the lead. 

Eddie’s moaning into your mouth when he feels your tongue swipe along his bottom lip. He’s licking over his own lip, savoring the taste of Pabst, weed, and the sickly sweet taste of wine coolers you’d been sipping on all night. Somewhere buried under all that, there’s the taste of just you. His tongue slips between your parted lips, licking into your mouth and giving an appreciative moan once again. You delight in just how vocal he’s being.

The couch’s dipping beside you, Steve settling back into the cushions to get a better view. His hand is low on your back, sliding down to knead at the flesh of your ass as you and Eddie settle into a rhythm. You can tell he’s inexperience and it’s endearing to say the least. 

Your hand cups over the bulge in Eddie’s lap, rubbing along his growing length as he moans into your mouth. “Wanna see you, Baby. Is that okay?” His jaw goes slack, risking a glance over to Steve for approval. He’s just shrugging it off, his own hand coming to palm over his jeans as he mimics your motions on Eddie. “Whatever my girl wants, she gets.” 

Eddie’s trying to process everything going on and it takes a moment for him to respond. Finally giving an unsteady nod to the room before looking back to you and God you can tell he’s nervous. His hands are on the back of your arms now as he mindlessly rubs up and down them, trying to keep himself grounded in the moment. “Then, uh, yeah. Yeah, that’ll be.... Good.” 

Without much more convincing you get to work undoing his belt buckle. Unlatching the cold metal before giving it a firm tug, Eddie arching his hips up in order to help you remove it from his body. You pitch it under his arm and you feel his body jerk at the sudden sound. If you weren’t careful the mood could go sour quick due to the reminder of why you’re all here in the first place. 

“So no one has ever touched you before? Just me?” Eddie nods enthusiastically as you unbutton his jeans, his breath hitching when he hears the sound of his zipper being pulled down. “Just you, Princess. Kinda scared, fuck, that I’m not gonna last that long if we’re being honest.” You’re giggling at the admission and Eddie’s thanking every star in the galaxy that he took the time to actually shower and change into clean clothes when you guys showed up. 

The room fills with the sounds of both of you moaning when you finally slip your hand into Eddie’s boxers and feel his length against your hand. He’s gripping the back of your arms now, the circuit he’s been running this whole time, as he whimpers and rocks up to your touch. You make quick work of tugging his jeans and boxes down just enough to free him from his clothes. Marveling at the sight of him erect and desperate. 

You wrap your hand around the base, giving him an experiment dry tug. Eddie’s head falls back against the wall as he moans out a string of profanities. His mind has to drift off to focus on anything but your touch or he’s going to finish from just one brush of your hand. You’re proud of yourself, giving him another flick of your wrist before letting him go. You start to push off the couch, standing up and pulling your shirt off of your overheated frame. Making quick work of your bra before tossing the both of them into the corner.

Eddie’s thankful for the break but he’s so hard that it fucking hurts. The sight of you topless in front of them is not helping his cause.

Steve’s eyes are on you as you reach over to him. He’s entertained and you can tell he’s hard in his tight jeans. You hold your hand out under his mouth, “Can you spit in my hand, Baby?” Steve grabs a hold of your wrist and does as he is told. Licking a strip down your fingers before spitting into your hand. He’s giving your wrist a squeeze before pushing your hand back towards Eddie. 

You fall to your knees in between Eddie's legs and go right back to wrapping your wrist around him, lazily dragging your fist around him. Eddie’s clinging to you as you take your time exploring him, smiling down at the boy. “You’re longer than Steve. Not as thick but you’re long. Such a pretty cock, Eddie. Thank you for letting me take care of you tonight.” 

He can barely even get his thoughts together fast enough to respond before you start shuffling off of his lap. Hand still firmly around his length as you settle on your knees between his legs. Eddie finally looks down at you and there could be angel wings coming from your back as far as he's concerned considering what a heavenly sight you make.

"Can I taste you, Eddie?" You're hamming it up for him. Batting your eyelashes and pouting. Something straight out of a porno, all for him.

It's odd - Steve feels almost... Proud? Maybe that's not the best word for describing watching your girlfriend suck someone else's dick but it's the best one he can find. You gorgeous in this lighting, you're being playful, and hell it's practically charity work. Taking this poor guy's virginity as a treat while his world is falling apart. It's admirable, really.

Eddie's frantically nodding while he twitches under your touch. Reaching down to try and shimmy his pants further down his legs so you have a better angle. "Darlin', you can do fucking anything to me. Don't have to ask anymore, okay? I appreciate but whatever you want is fine by me."

You grin up at him and lean closer, sticking your tongue out and keeping eye contact while tapping the head of his cock against your tongue. There's saliva dripping off your tongue and onto him, running down the sides of your length until it meets your fist. You're leaning in to wrap your lips around the head of him. Giving an appreciative hum before sinking down further around him.

Steve's taught you well. He's laid back and let you 'practice' sucking him off for hours at this point. His fingers laced behind his head while you get your throat used to taking him further and further. Sometimes he feels bad taking up all the attention and has you straddle his face to return the favor while you suck him off.

All that training and Eddie gets to reap the rewards.

It's easy for you to build up a stead pace. Tongue swirling his tip and using your hand to jack off his exposed length before you take him back into his mouth. Your other hand comes up to cup the weight his balls, giving them a gentle squeeze as you work.

Eddie’s bucking up his length deeper into your throat, causing you to gag around the sudden intrusion. “Gotta chill out, Munson.” He’s storing away the fact that Steve Harrington chastising him makes his cock twitch in your mouth. Something about a pretty boy being firm gets under his skin. 

“Shit, my bad, Sweetheart. Just felt too fucking good.” 

Steve's scooting closer to you both while the old, thrifted and worn couch makes creaking sounds under him. He's taking your hand that isn't currently occupied with Eddie and putting it on the front of his too tight jeans. You give a hum of appreciation at the familiar feeling of your boyfriend under your touch, pulling back from Eddie's cock with a string of spit attached to your lip. You're using the same motion on the both of them while grinning up at Eddie.

"Can you get him out for me? Unless you want me to stop touching you?"

Eddie gasps involuntarily and shakes his head, pumping his cock through your fisted hand. It's slick and obscene and he's twitching in your grasp. He looks between the two of you nervously but when Steve doesn't object he decides to lean forward to move your hand out of the way, shaky fingers touching the metal of his belt. "You guys are-..." He's cutting himself off with a broken laugh as your lips press a kiss to the head of his cock, a reward for doing as he's told, "You're fuckin' insane."

Steve's beaming. He's eating this up.

His hips arch under Eddie's touch and you keep your eyes trained on the boys while lazily jacking off Eddie. Steve helps the two of you and pushes his jeans down his thighs, the head of his cock threatening to slide out of the slit in his briefs. Eddie's watching his face for a moment before hooking his fingers under Steve's boxers and pulling them down.

Steve's cock is thick and hard, dripping at the tip. You whimper at the sight of him, rubbing your thighs together as your clit starts to throb. Steve snatches up your free hand once again, spitting into your palm before bringing your hand to his cock. You wrap your fingers around the base and are back to repeating the same motions on the two boys.

You wrap your lips around Eddie's cock once again, his length sliding down your throat as he fucks into your warm mouth. You notice his fingers still linger on Steve's thigh, he's short circuiting at the combination of the both of you. "You are uh.... Fuck, she wasn't lying." Steve's chest puffs up with pride as the two of you both admire how thick his cock is.

There's a giggle coming out of you that you just can't help though the sound gets muffled by Eddie's cock.

This is crazy.

Eddie whines as you pull off of his cock once again but God are you a vision. Spit dribbling down your chin, eyes wide and dark with lust. You look over and pout at your boyfriend as your wrist starts to slow its pace on both of them. He knows exactly what that look means - You're needy. Rightfully so too.

It takes mere seconds from the moment your attentive boyfriend picks up on your queue for the situation to completely change. He's pushing back against the couch and kicking his jeans fully off before ushering Eddie away from you. Eddie who's almost skittish, desperately wanting to make sure he doesn't overstep and doing as he's told.

He watches as Steve pulls you up from the ground, a hand instantly going to the back of your neck as he pulls you into a feverish kiss. You instantly melt against his chest, a mess of parted lips and breathy moans and whimpers that are going right through him. There's a hand slipping into your pants, Steve's nimble fingers making quick work of cupping over your heat.

Steve moans into your mouth while his cock twitches against your thigh, "Baby, you let yourself get this wet without letting me know?" You pathetically nod, desperately gripping onto Steve's arms as he drags a finger between your folds. "Bet this pussy wants to be fucked so bad, huh?" That finger presses into you now without warning and Steve bucks his hips at the same time you clenched around his digit. "Fuck, can feel how needy you are."

Eddie's going to fucking combust.

Your boyfriend doesn't even look away from you as he pats his hand against your pussy, kissing you once more before just talking into the abyss. "We need a bed."

And that's how you end up down the hallway with Steve pushing you back against this shitty bed, the springs whining under you as you bounce against the thin padding. Eddie can't help but think how much better you deserve but they're working with what they've got for now. Your pants and underwear are being ripped off by Steve and Eddie nearly creams himself at the sight of your bare pussy exposed to them both.

Your feet are planted far apart, legs falling open to give them both a good look. Their gazes are intense and empowering as you reach a hand down to toy with your clit, giving them a dramatic moan as you do. Someone needs to check Eddie's pulse because he's half convinced he died the other night and this is just some weird section of Heaven.

Steve steps over to Eddie, clapping a hand against his shoulder before reaching down to tug his shirt off of his slender frame. "I'll let you go first since you've never fucked before but you better treat her, Muson. I know my girl, I'll know if you don't do a good job, yeah?"

He's stumbling over to you, jaw slack and all he can hear is his heartbeat in his ears as he watches you slide two fingers into yourself. "Jesus Christ...." You do your best to look like every man's dream porno at that moment - Pumping your fingers in and out of your pussy, fluttering your eyelashes, whining while you use your free hand to play with one of your nipples. "Need you to fuck me so bad, Eddie."

Eddie’s looking around the room on the hunt for what you can only assume is a condom. Panic playing across his face much to both you and Steve’s entertainment. Your boyfriend’s laughing besides him, “She’s on the pill.” To which you nod eagerly, “Knew from the first time Stevie and I hooked up I had to be.”

The sound of a sharp smack fills the room as Steve playfully spanks his hand against Eddie's ass before moving to stand next to the two of you at the foot of the bed. He's leaning in to press a kiss against your lips, roughly grabbing at the breast you weren't teasing while Eddie moves to kneel on the bed between your legs. "He's gonna take good care of you, Baby."

Your brain is fuzzy. Your body is needy. Something needs to give.

Eddie’s hovering over you now, his hair hanging down and tickling your face. “Here, m’gonna take care of you.” You’re pushing your fingers back through his hair, gathering it up in your fist before sliding the elastic from your wrist and giving him a haphazard ponytail. It’s the best you can do given the circumstances.

Remember how Eddie was afraid he’d never feel affection like he wanted to? That moment threw his fears out the window. You were so gentle with him, so caring. It’s making his heart have this painful flutter and he’s not sure he’ll ever be able to convey to you how much this night means to him.

You’re leaning up, brushing your lips along his which brings Eddie out of his train of thought. “You sure you wanna do this? No pressure, Honey. We can all go to bed and act like none of this happened.” None of this happened? There’s no way he could ever forget tonight. He’s shaking his head, catching your lips in another kiss while lowering his hips so your bodies are flush together. Eddie’s moaning into your mouth at the feeling of your core along his length, instinctively rutting himself against you. You snake your arms around his chest, holding him close to you while he balances himself with one elbow digging into the bed, his other hand reaching down to fist around himself. 

There’s a choked out moan coming from the boy as the head of his cock pushes into you. Eddie has to pause his motions and regroup himself before starting to sink in further. This is a life altering experience for him... He refuses to be nothing more than a virgin who can only last thirty seconds in your mind. 

You arch your hips up to meet him halfway, both of you adjusting to the sensation. Eddie’s staring down at you as though he’d lasso the moon and bring it down to Earth if it would do so much as make you smile... Maybe he needs to remind himself that you’re taken and this is only happening due to the oddest set of circumstances ever experienced. 

Hey, sue him, but maybe he doesn’t remind himself at all. 

Maybe as his hips rock into you, with a motion that isn’t exactly coordinated but it’s still driving you wild, he allows himself to savor the affection you give. The way you’re trying to fight the urge to close your eyes because you don’t want to miss a second of his expression. The way his name falls from your lips. 

Like Steve said earlier, sometimes you just can’t help yourself. 

“How does she feel, Munson?”

“Like fuckin’ heaven.”

Eddie’s rutting himself up into you, trying to decide between just staying buried so deep or using every last breath he has begging you to move with him. His body is short circuiting and he just knows for a fact that this probably isn’t the best fuck you’ve ever had but as far as he’s concerned? Sex has never felt better for anyone in the world than how he feels right now. You’re warm and wet, practically soaking everything that touches where the two of you are connected.

He’s letting out a pathetic little whimper as he fucks into your sloppy pussy and Steve finds himself entertained as he watches Eddie take on the role he normally gets you in. Babbling and begging. Steve’s laughing to himself before coming to stand behind Eddie. He’s holding his hands higher on Eddie’s hips, silently directing the boy on how to fuck you better.

To his credit - Eddie is a quick learner.

He’s capturing your lips in a gentle kiss - you can tell he’s been getting better at kissing over the course of the night. Your arms wrap tight around his neck, slowly beginning to drag your hips a few inches up and almost lazily fucking yourself on Eddie.

Eddie who can’t see straight anymore and isn’t sure his heart has stopped beating.

“Holy shit, holy fuck, holy fucking shit.”

You can tell by his frantic words that he’s getting closer. You’re not sure how much longer he has left in him so you make a show of arching your back into him, grabbing ahold of his hair and his bicep with the other hand. Fluttering yourself around his length before giving a dramatic gasp and letting your ‘orgasm’ wash over you. This part of the night was about letting Eddie use you for his pleasure, you didn’t want him to look back and think you didn’t enjoy yourself.

Steve knows you, knows your body. He knows what you’re up to and will make sure you’re well taken care of.

And it does work. Eddie’s hips start sputtering while he mutters out, “Holy shit that was so hot.” He’s barely got time to fuck another few strokes into you before he’s finishing without warning. Chasing the feeling by rocking himself through his orgasm, finishing deep inside of you. Partly kicking himself in the ass because he doesn’t want this experience to be over already. 

It takes him a moment to collect his thoughts, leaning in to kiss you and mutter out praises and thank you’s in between every kiss. In that moment he’s no longer on the run, there’s no longer his life imploding around him. He gets to just be Eddie and there’s not enough words in the English language to convey how much that means to him. Eddie gives you one final kiss before he's whining and pulling out, the cool air against his wet and sensitive cock causing him to hiss. 

You only have but seconds to recover before you feel your boyfriend’s touch.

Steve grabs a hold of your ankles, throwing them both over his shoulders before he leans in for his turn to kiss you. It's sloppy and messy and you haven't had a coherent thought since you laid down on this bed so you can only imagine what kissing you is like but he's not complaining. He pulls back to get a good look at you, giving himself confirmation that you were still doing okay. Fucked out and blissful, he knows you're thriving probably more than you should be but you didn't feel any shame.

He pulls even further back to continue his examination, stopping at the sight of you spread open for him, marveling at the way Eddie’s cum drips out of you. He’s used to seeing his own, used to scooping it up and pushing it back inside of you, but something about seeing you filled up by another man… It’s bringing out a weird, feral part of Steve that he doesn’t quite comprehend.

You're whining and grabbing a hold of his waist as you feel the thick head of Steve's cock press against your sensitive hole, your puffy pussy throbbing even harder than you thought possible. "Getting fucked twice in one night... Just know you're happy, aren't you? Mhm, fuck, this greedy little cunt was made to be wrapped around my cock. Might share it every now and then but you know where you belong, don't you?" Your nails dig into Steve's shoulders and he chuckles as you arch your hips up, desperate to get him inside of you.

"Stevie, please. Need to feel you." And he doesn't make you ask twice. You're gasping and thrashing against the bed as Steve stretches you out. Even after Eddie fucked you it still took a second for you to adjust to how girthy he was. There's a mixture of your wetness and Eddie's cum being pushed out around his cock as he buries himself into you, the sensation driving him wild.

He’s slowly dragging himself back out of you, much to your protest. Taking the head of his cock through the cum that’s leaked out, collecting it on himself before lining up and pushing into you with one firm thrust. The sinful sound of Steve stretching out your wet pussy filling the room. He’s letting you relax under him while those strong arms hold you close to him, body going lax.

“So fucking full. Can’t think straight. Two pretty boys in me… S’good.”

Every word and sound you could make is caught in your throat, effectively rendering you dead silent. You don’t know who noticed your fingers working your clit first but Eddie’s tight grip on your wrist is keeping you from continuing. “Absolutely not.”

Eddie’s watching Steve’s expression for any hint of disgust or disapproval. There’s none. Instead he’s giving Eddie a small nod of encouragement. There’s a shift in the energy in the air.

You feel Eddie shuffle on the bed, his warm breath on your stomach, and all of a sudden you see the lights of Heaven when you feel Eddie’s tongue lapping at your clit while Steve picks up the pace of fucking into you.

Even in your turned on bliss, you’re not missing the fact that Eddie’s tongue is accidentally brushing over Steve’s cock. By the look on Steve’s face, he doesn’t quite mind the extra attention either.

“You’re both such pretty boys. Thank you for taking care of me so fucking good. No one else can treat this pussy like you two.”

Your words make Steve’s hips lose their pace, pulling out a little too far which causes him to slip between your folds and up towards your clit. Towards Eddie’s open mouth. His tongue already out for your clit when suddenly he has the firm weight of Steve fuckin’ Harrington’s cock in his mouth.

And they’re both moaning.

Neither pulling away.

Steve’s pumping himself further into Eddie’s mouth before he truly realizes what he’s doing, his balls tightening up for a second at the new sensation. You want to cry out, your pussy desperately clenching around nothing after being so deliciously filled. But you know better. You don’t want to disrupt the sight.

It’s Steve who jerks his hips back first, pulling out of Eddie’s mouth. “Fuck, bro. Sorry.” But he wasn’t sorry, not really. The only thing Eddie wants him to be sorry about is pulling out of his throat. You’re dripping wet. Like, wet spot in the bed because of your pussy wet. Steve’s losing a bit of that friction feeling and he doesn’t want you to be missing it too. That’s what he tells himself at least.

Tells himself that you need to be cleaned up so this night feels better for you.

Right?

So he’s taking a hold of his cock, fist wrapping around the base. “You uh, -… You wanna clean her up for me, Munson?” An offering to Eddie. He can either go right for your pussy and pretend that Steve wasn’t asking to suck him off.

And you’re not even offended when he picks Steve. Because the sight of Eddie Munson sucking you off of Steve’s dick?

Steve’s moaning as Eddie wraps his lips around his cock. Swirling his tongue around the tip before working on taking more length. Your fingers are back on your pussy and fuck you really did need to be cleaned up. You’ve got two fingers pushed into yourself, and while it doesn’t match how full you just felt, the view makes up for it. 

The sight doesn’t last long, Steve pulling himself out of Eddie’s mouth with a satisfying ‘pop’. “Not gonna last much longer if we keep this up.” And to his credit, Eddie’s pouting. His fingers touching his lips as he remembers the feeling but he’s nodding nonetheless. 

Your nails are digging into Steve’s back, clinging to him as if he were a lifeboat while you're drowning in all these sensations. Tears burn at the corners of your eyes and Steve’s cupping your face to wipe them away while Eddie adjusts himself until the three of you are as comfortable as possible. There’s Eddie’s lips at the back of your shoulder pressing a tender kiss as Steve speaks, “Words. How are you doing? Too much?”

It takes you a moment to collect yourself but you’re finally able to muster up a lopsided smile for him, nodding with your head bumping against Eddie’s. “Good, so good. Thank you for checking on me.” You slide a hand through the hair on the nape of Eddie’s neck, giving him a kiss as Steve pushes back into you.

You only get a few more kisses before Eddie has to pull back - He’s starting to get hard again and it hurts. He decides he has to try even harder to make sure he gets out of this alive just on the off chance you two ever invite him in again. 

Steve takes this as his chance to lean in, pressing his chest flat against yours as he bends you in half. There’s a warm hand cupping your jaw and you wait until he gets closer, your lips finally touching so you’re able to keep your voice low. “Always so good to me, Stevie. Treat me so well… Treat this pussy so good. Love belonging to you.”

He’s groaning into your mouth, savoring every word you give him. “Gonna make my pretty girl cum…. Can feel how bad you need me. Fuck, squeezing me so tight.” Steve starts to pick up the pace and jackhammers himself into you. Relentless, claiming. All you can do is lay there and take your boyfriend. He knows how bad you need to finish, how badly you need him. The coarse pubes at the base of his cock keep brushing against your overstimulated clit and you cry out, arching your back up into him as you start to black out from this level of pleasure. Spots in your vision, no thoughts in your head. Just pure pleasure taking over your body.

There’s not much warning when your orgasm finally hits your body. Your back arching off of the bed and legs starting to shake as it vibrates through every inch of your being. The loud, lewd sounds coming out of you making everyone thankful they’re so far into the woods. Steve’s slowing his pace while he fucks you through the sensation, warm arms wrapping around your body after he drops your legs to let them fall to the side of you two. He’s shushing you, peppering kisses along your jaw and neck. “That’s it, Baby. Let go, I’ve got you. Such a good girl for me.” 

Steve's orgasm comes quickly after yours, the spasms of your core milking it out of him. You know he's going to be scratched and bruised tomorrow morning from the way you're desperately clinging to him at the feeling of being so, so full. You wanna offer him the same reassurance but there’s nothing able to come out of you except a mess of ‘Love you. Love you so much’ which makes his heart tug.

He’s pulling back after the two of you have a moment to collect yourselves, looking at you all blissed out and your body fully relaxed after having been used as much as one could probably withstand. Your head is still tilted back against the pillow, his fingers pushing through your hair as it keeps sticking to your damp forehead each time you adjust. It’s kind of endearing how gentle he’s being with you considering how filthy the three of you have been. 

Your whines fill the room as Steve pulls out of you, falling flat against the bed next to you. His fingers tangle together with yours as he still craves your touch. 

Eddie had left the room towards the end of your intercourse - The moment so intimate that he felt as though he was intruding. He’s sneaking back in, giving the sight of you two sprawled out on the bed a fond little smile as he sits down cups of water on the side table. The least he could do was attempt to take care of the both of you the best he could.

He’s stepping over to stand between the two of you, a warm hand cupping your knees to give them a gentle squeeze. That’s when this sneaky little idea comes to Eddie. Your eyes are closed, giving an appreciative hum at the affection felt between Steve’s touch and Eddie rubbing his hand higher along your thighs. 

It’s quiet for a moment as Steve lays on his back next to you. One hand behind his head, the other grabbing you still the only warning you get is a shuffling on the bed before - 

“Holy fuck, Eddie.” 

His head is between your thighs, tongue dragging right between your folds. Your back is arching while your hands come down to lace in his hair. Steve’s slacked jaw, watching as Eddie begins licking you out. His cock is giving a painful twitch, still sensitive but it’s a damn fine sight.

Eddie’s dipping his tongue into you, curling it just right to collect whatever he can get. Your hips are starting to rock up against his face but the sensation is just too much. He takes your choked out whimpers as a sign. Pulling away from you with this practically pornographic pop of his lips as his suction is lost against you. His lips are shiny, eyes trained on Steve. 

You watch as Eddie shuffles forward, reaching out to cup Steve’s chin. The sight above you? It’s addicting. Eddie’s thumb drags across Steve’s lips and he’s quickly letting his jaw fall open under the touch. 

Eddie’s leaning forward and you gasp as he spits into Steve’s mouth. A mixture of you, Eddie, and Steve being shared between the two. Steve’s groaning and your eyes are trained on his neck as you watch him swallow. 

Next there’s Eddie’s warm hand around your throat. His eyes are so playful, so cocky as he looks down at you. You know what’s expected of you and open your mouth before you’re asked. The reward? Eddie’s hand tightening around your throat. You’re reaching out to grab his hip, nails digging into his flesh while he leans over you a bit more to get the angle right. Like he said earlier, he doesn’t want anything going to waste. 

Eddie’s spitting the rest of what he has into your mouth, his hand coming up from your throat so his thumb can come between your lips. You close your mouth around it, Eddie feeling as you swallow what was given to you.“Uh -“ Eddie’s cheeks go this pretty shade of pink and he refuses to look at either of you, “Not to make this all weird and shit, but thank you guys for doing that with me. Never fuckin’ expected to lose my virginity to Steve Harrington and his hot ass girlfriend. But it was good.”

[veggieowlet]

being a cg to a teen regressor makes me think about the endless opportunities of taking care of an older kiddo.

instead of monitoring and scheduling "playdates," i'm slipping a bit of cash to my baby when they hang out with friends, sending them off with a curfew and an embarrassing amount of kisses before they're out the door. or, letting them control the radio on road trips, rocking out all the while to the tunes.

it's also being a gentle yet firm guardian, from monitoring social media consumption to limiting energy drinks for their mental/physical well-being. but most importantly it's letting them feel heard when (despite being in an older headspace) words and feelings can still be hard to understand and communicate. its okay to feel frustrated or angry or upset at the world, you will always have the space to feel heard here because mama will always be right there for her baby with open arms.

banner refers to 18+ content! older regressors are always welcome to interact with me here

[irisintheafterglow]

you make loving fun

summary: last time you checked, itoshi sae was terrible with children...right?

cw/tags: crack...just a lot of bllk boys interacting with kids, established relationship, ooc sae if you squint, occurs just after u-20 game

wc: 2.5k

note: this was meant to just be a drabble but ended up being a one-shot so...surprise! this came to me in a dream LMAO so hopefully it makes sense.

as you carefully line up the excited kids outside of the blue lock complex, you're almost grateful that ego doesn't greet you; from anri's descriptions of him, it sounded like he would frighten the children from ever thinking of a soccer ball ever again. it's just her, a few security guards, and--

"oh my god, is that itoshi sae?"

you stiffen and look up from your clipboard, something between leaping and sinking occurring in your heart. he wore his signature bored expression, but you could catch the corner of his mouth twitch when he made eye contact with you. ever the drama queen, your boyfriend (whose relationship status was yet to be disclosed to the public) had failed to inform you that he would be making an appearance at the first-ever 'blue lock youth outreach day,' considering that he had nothing but dry observations after the u-20 game. you were under the impression that he wanted nothing to do with the program, and figured that his sudden participation was a way to get back at you for being so consumed with work.

in hindsight, the collab seemed like a good enough idea. you, the pr manager of the largest youth soccer league in the country, and anri, an acquaintance you'd met through piano lessons who conveniently has a job in the most cutting-edge soccer training program in history. it was a headache, at first, especially with a certain moody player from madrid trying to convince you that it was a waste of time (anything was a waste of time if it wasn't with him). but, dozens of emails and a stack of field trip signatures later, you were loading thirty of the brightest soccer minds you knew--albeit between the ages of eight and thirteen--onto a school bus and headed toward the pentagonal fortress in the mountains.

"what are you doing here?" you ask him as evenly as possible while anri guides you and the kids through the maze of concrete hallways. "you hate children."

"hate is a strong word," he deadpans, his attention flicking to you when you answer with nothing more than an eyeroll. "can i not support the next generation of footballers?"

"you don't even support the current generation," you mumble. "i think it's fair to say this isn't usually your kind of event."

"it is when my partner has been ghosting me for it," he replies. some would think sae's declaration is nothing more than a push of your buttons, but you know him well enough that he was being purposefully petty. "i came to see what the big fuss is about."

"ghosting is a strong word," you mimic. he smirks, just barely. "radio silent, sure, but not enough for you to fly across the world to see some people you don't even like."

"god forbid i do something like miss you, cariño," he remarks with unexpected fondness underneath the blankness of his expression. "as professional and secretive as we keep things, your absence from my life is always noticeable."

"i was gonna call you later," you offer, and he narrows his eyes. "give you updates on how successful the event was and whatnot."

"phone calls aren't enough," he concludes. "i am here to support you, not whatever the brass are trying to concoct."

"how romantic," you chuckle. "i hope you'll play nice today, then?"

"only for you. not anyone else."

"with the kids and the blue lock players?" something in his jaw tightens, but he relents nonetheless.

"fine. i will be cordial with them, too."

"you really do love me." you can't help the grin that breaks onto your face, but you're back to perfect professionalism a second later. with his phone on silent and one of his managers mitigating the rest of his team, he was content to breathe the same air as you before the chaos of being a football star reinvaded his life.

"mmm, something like that." for now, this was his closest thing to peace.

the other blue lock players seem to mirror your initial shock from sae's presence, though most of their demeanors change upon the entrance of the young, prospective soccer stars. the kids are chomping at the bit to get their cleats on and practically climb over each other to start drills with each player. the files anri had sent to you proved handy, as you instantly recognized who was who based on the skills they were teaching the kids.

bachira had half a dozen following him through a dribbling drill, their movements all in perfect precision like a line of ducklings. when one ball went astray, he shifted the entire formation in a lesson on 'improvising.' yukimiya and karasu, similarly, were teaching how to steal from a player whose dribbling leaves your head spinning.

chigiri was running sprints with his group, one by one, and advising them when their best opportunity would be to accelerate based on what he observed. he had a line spanning half the field, eagerly waiting to race the fastest striker in the program like he was a carnival game. aryu provided additional recommendations on when to leap and use height as a weapon, something the youngest and shortest kids quickly internalized with a sparkle in their eyes.

nagi didn't say much, which was fine, since reo was there to fill in his blanks; the kids in their group were currently balancing balls on various parts of their bodies, including every possible angle on their foot.

barou, to your surprise, was not running a drill at all. instead, he had started a demonstration on how to properly braid the girls' hair back, how to do it on oneself, and how to do it on others. when you ask anri about it, she shrugs and explains that he has two sisters. you didn't question where he got all the hair ties from.

sitting against the wall, isagi was patiently making conversation with some of the quieter kids who tended to be more shy in new situations. they fidgeted with the grass beneath their fingers and smiled at him as they opened up about where they wanted to go with soccer. rin stood an awkward distance away and would stare at you occasionally, like he was trying to figure you out. guess both itoshi brothers have a habit of brooding and glaring.

you were making a point to avoid over-observing your boyfriend, but couldn't help noticing that he truly did not have a knack for coaching. interacting with children was never sae's strong point, and you tended to be the one to get down on their level and speak in a manner understandable to them. sae, on the other hand, once told you, verbatim, "kids are odd things. how do people deal with them?" thankfully, the kids in his group were too starstruck to notice how aloof their leader was and dutifully followed him through the same old drills their normal coaches ordered.

it was all fun and games until the children came up with a game they affectionately called 'steal from sae.' the goal was simple: steal the ball from sae as he tried to travel from one end of the field to the other and make a goal. the game started out as a group of five versus one, which he cleared without breaking a sweat. then, the five called over five of their friends, which soon turned into fifteen, which ultimately became the entire group of thirty children descending upon your boyfriend. the blue lock players observed the first few rounds from the sidelines, sadistically amused by the new challenge inflicted on the older itoshi brother. that is, until he barely dodges a wave of ten children and precisely positions the ball with the outside of his foot...right in front of isagi.

"let's go, rin's shadow," sae taunts and takes off, leaving a bewildered isagi to receive the ball in a panic and abruptly start running from the herd of youth-sized cleats coming his way.

"oh, wow, there's a lot of you," isagi nervously stutters. seven of your thirty break off to mark sae; the rest surround isagi, who makes a snap decision to send a long pass to the nearest person outside of the shrinking circle. "all up to you now, rin!" the second itoshi is fast, but chigiri's pupils are quick studies. three runners come at rin from the front, left, and right, blocking his passing opportunities.

"good acceleration, everyone," praises chigiri from the sidelines and rin fixes him with a scowl.

"shouldn't you be helping me, half-baked hair? let's see you get in on this mess," rin snarls, though it only hypes up the kids more.

"aww, are the little people stressing you out, rin?" yukimiya asks patronizingly, dancing around a group trying to corner him.

"shut your mouth, glasses. we're outnumbered here," rin shoots back, a little redder in the face. "and you all stress me out enough." if there was anything that amped up the kids' competitive spirits, it was seeing their opposition get riled up. though chigiri is completely open when rin passes him the ball, one of otoya's stealthy proteges makes quick work of stealing the ball and running it toward the opposite end, away from sae's goal.

"alright, show me what you learned, kiddo," karasu challenges as he rushes the mini-ninja, though you could tell he wasn't using all of his energy. none of them were, and you theorize that the blue lock players were actually enjoying this little back and forth between them and the kids. the game was a chance to not only play as one huge team, but also assess how much the next generation grasped from their lessons. from the way ten kids were now marking sae and the rest were attempting to curb karasu's trajectory, it seemed the odds were somewhat even.

otoya's student makes a short pass to one of bachira's, whose eyes are practically glowing as the ball weaves in and out of her legs like a snake. she and eight other girls have matching dutch braids keeping their hair out of their eyes, the day's crown achievement for barou.

"steal from her and i kill you, isagi!" he bellows despite being a blue lock player, barreling toward his team's incoming strikers and clearing a path for one of his girls to get closer to the other goal.

"i wasn't going to!?" your youngest kids are currently trapping isagi in a bear hug, preventing him from getting anywhere close to the ball. "i'm a little preoccupied!"

those in barou's path split with all the urgency of running from a freight train, leaving the girl to run freely down the middle. anri has appeared by your side and is watching with delight, snapping photos and taking videos that were sure to end up as positive pr for blue lock.

you catch him stalking up the right flank, evading children in one-on-ones and making steady progress toward the ball.

"watch out for sae! watch out for sae!" you call out and his head snaps to you, a look of bewilderment at your betrayal overtaking his carefree face. before he can get the ball, your kids run and tackle him, dogpiling on top of his body until the whistle sounds in the kids' victory. they cheer, still smothering your boyfriend, and you tense in anticipation of his harsh command to get them off of him.

but the only noise is whoops of celebration, high-fives, and pats on the back.

and when you catch a glimpse of sae's face as he's trapped under a mountain of giggling children, he's smiling.

---

later, when you're lying with your back against his bare chest and his forearm securely across your waist, you muster up the courage to ask.

"so, do you still hate kids?" he can hear you suppressing your smirk. he hums thoughtfully against your shoulder, the reverberation sending goosebumps across your arms.

"i need to get to know people to hate them."

"and?"

"didn't get to know 'em enough," he murmurs. "guess i'll just have to visit you again at work. for professional reasons, obviously."

"yeah," you agree, flipping to face him and brushing a strand of pink hair from his pretty face. he catches your fingers in his and kisses your knuckles, settling your hand right above his heart. "professional reasons."

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Jealous

Enzo gets jealous and tries to keep his cool. Inspired by this song. Fluff, enzo being his usual cheeky shit, bold reader. The usual swearing warning.

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In the cool shade of the transfiguration courtyard, Lorenzo sat tucked amongst the bustle of his friends, taking in the familiar whiffs of their morning smoke and the sweet dew dripping down from surrounding leaves. His body reclined in relaxation, his legs spread, oozing with a confident manner as if nothing could irk his contentment.

His face rests carefree with a casual smirk, listening to the spurts of nonsense his friends ramble on about. He adds in his two cents here and there, his eyes shifting around the scenery of the courtyard, amused by the tight-knit group of Slytherins that had become his best mates. Regardless of how stupid the debate was, spending time in the company of them was his favourite pastime before the long drone of classes began.

Suddenly his ears perk like a radio signal, tuning in on the captivating sound of your distinctive laugh. His body tenses, sitting up with alert reflexes. His eyes narrow, probing the area for his target. You, laughing? Without him in sight, unheard of. He wouldn't stand for someone else making you laugh. You were his girl. Well, unofficially, but he knew, and he was certain you did too.

Despite the division of you being sorted into Ravenclaw, Lorenzo had continued to keep contact, your relationship stronger than some house separation. You were the one exception outside of his friends of snakes- an honour, really, for Lorenzo Berkshire only had the best.

His brow creases with a sharp frown, finding you encircled by a few of the Ravenclaw quidditch team players with none other than that wicked, impudent expression on your face. He watches how you interact flirtatiously, having the audacity to do so, while his jersey sits possessively on your shoulders. Little minx. His gaze doesn't cease, staring with an intensity that could burn through your skull and yet you don't notice him.

The earlier conversation with his friends blurs and a deep scowl morphing in a way that didn’t suit his pretty face. He stands, his body seething with jealous adrenaline, determined to weasel his way over into the conversation if you were to blatantly ignore him. You were relentless, cheeky and outgoing. You always liked to push his buttons in ways that left him strung up on how you really felt. His feet move on their own accord, striding towards you with a composed swagger, reigning in his temper with a deep discipline, approaching with a fake warmness only you'd spot.

“Hey fellas, how we doin over here?” Subtle bitterness slithers in his words, under the playful demeanour he presents, his grin friendly to the group, like a wolf in sheep's clothing. Making himself at home, outstretching his arms around you and the nearest guy standing deathly too close to what's his. He tenderly caresses your skin with a hint of possessiveness, while his fingers dig into the guy's shoulder with an unrelenting force that makes the guy's muscles twitch painfully. “Keepin my girl company, huh?” 

“Your girl?” A chorus of confusion arises from the group, the guy under Lorenzo's grip now desperately trying to escape his hold at the new revelation. Ending up on the wrong side of Berkshire is certainly not a fate he wishes to fulfill.

You just laugh, doing nothing to deny being called his, reaching up and ruffling Enzo's hair in a loving manner. “Play nice, Enz. We’re just having a chat.”

He gives you an innocent smirk, though his eyes hold little amusement for the situation, an icy vehemence that would send shivers down a Hungarian horntail's back. "What? I'm always nice y/n."

Meeting his eyes, you can only smile, amused by his sarcasm, fighting back the eye roll.  Sensing his emotions heightening with every second you linger around the other guys, you finally excuse yourself, allowing him to steer you away with eager dominance. He covers his initial jealousy, cracking a wide grin down at you, his arm bringing you closer to his side, walking indoors to the castle, leaving the others standing dumbfounded.

“You just love to test me, don’t you, pretty girl?” His eyes glisten with tease, tapping his fingers on your shoulder, making sure you can’t escape his embrace. He loves it when you let him hold you, even if not as intimately as he would like. He’ll take what he can get with you. 

You laugh, bumping his hip, “Oh please, I was just saying hi to my house athletes. All friendly play here.” 

He snorts, flicking your head with a finger, “I’m the only athlete you should get friendly with.” He presses a kiss to your temple afterward, but really only so he can whisper in your ear. “Wearing my fuckin jersey and all.” 

“Oh, don’t be jealous Enzo,” You playfully brush off his unsatisfactory attitude with a cheeky grin, eyes sparkling with delight and mischief.

“Jealous?” He huffs, a dry chuckle. Stopping in his tracks, he tugs you abruptly into the nearest crevice, looming down on you with disbelief. “What's there to be jealous of?” His tone comes across feigning confusion and nonchalance, trying to keep his cool. His eyes study yours, while subtly trying to gauge what you're thinking. 

Despite his significant height and build that would reduce someone to nothing, you feel no form of intimidation craning your neck up to peer at him with more interest, bearing another amused smile. "You really think I’m that oblivious?” When he offers no response, you jab at his chest with slight aggression, stifling a laugh. “You do! You absolutely do!” 

He looks at you with real puzzlement, now scratching the back of his neck. “You’re fucking playing with me, aren't you?” His eyes narrow at what he thinks is a joke, a game, another moment where you leave him flustered and his jaw on the floor. 

Studying his expression, the deep frown of his brow like a confused puppy, you note the suspicion in his eyes. “I like you when you're jealous. Means something you value is being threatened. Though you're not one to threaten easily, are you, Enzo? " It's hard to stop smiling when you're around him. The way the two of you bicker and banter with one another, and right now, it's impossible not to tease him. "You really like me, don’t you?"

The surrounding air slows, his throat constricting like a hose with a coil in it, his gaze doesn't shift from the cute cocky grin on your face. Fuck fuck fuck. Be cool. Be fuckin cool. A smirk graces his face and he taps your nose. “Course I like you sweetheart, you're my best friend.” 

As if a dark cloud conjured suddenly hid all the joy, your once playful expression drops, and a fury resembling deep offense overcasts it. An attitude spits out with flicks of venom, reminding him instantly how powerful you'd be as a Slytherin. “Did you just try to fucking friend zone me? Lorenzo Berkshire! Take that back right now or I swear-"

“Oh shit fuck! Y/n I’m kidding alright!” He grabs your wrist as you continue aggressively poking his chest with a powerful force for such a small thing. “Calm yourself, women.” He mutters before grabbing your other hand and stopping another attempted assault from you, pinning them against the wall above your head. 

“Merlin, you're a firecracker.” He comments, but it lands more like a compliment. He takes the moment with you defenseless to appreciate your beauty. The anger simmers, taken back by the sudden submissive hold he traps you in, eyes widening with calming breaths. His forehead presses onto yours with an intimate touch that makes your heart pound- vulnerable for once. He notices the fire beginning to light in your eyes, filled with yearning and desire. “I do like you, a fuck ton.” He drops one hand and taps your chin, “You’re my girl ain’t you?” 

His smile is sweet and genuine and it melts all remaining anger away as he admits honestly that you're his. A sheepish laugh leaves you, and the two of you lock eyes, his lashes brushing featherlike against your nose in his bending position. His breath tickles along the ridges of your lips, and you lick them, finally mirroring his expression. "why don’t you kiss me like I am then?” 

Enzo doesn’t need to be told twice. His lips capture yours without hesitation, the fullness of his eager lips slide perfectly, overlapping with yours. It’s soft and sweet, but there’s urgency and longing unravelling throughout the kiss. He releases his grasp on your hands, cupping your jaw and threading his hands into your hair. As though he’s afraid that this moment is a dream that will crumble if he lets go. 

His lips are everything you imagined, like a warm and inviting hug. The moment comes as naturally as a morning sunrise, like a river flowing carefree down a bank, or how two cats rub their heads together affectionately purring with love. It's natural, like everything that is between the two of you. It's like home.

His tongue pushes with a fiery demand, greedily searching for more now that you're finally giving him some certainty on your feelings. His mind is a mess with a clouded blur, he pushes you further into the dark corner as his lips continue to overlap with an exceeding ravenous passion. 

You pull back, stopping him from losing himself completely, and grin breathlessly, brushing your nose along Enzo's, who hasn't pulled away fully. His eyes remain closed, his lips a plush red, and he bites down hard, containing the verbal protest of wanting to stay close to you. 

“Pretty good Berkshire.” 

His own sinful train of thought is stopped in its tracks as you bring him back to reality with your cheeky jab, and he chuckles a breathless laugh. “Pretty good?” His voice a little hoarse and husky, his eyes finally fluttering open clearly still affected by your touch. “Please, I’ve made you starstruck. Look at those rosy cheeks.” He counteracts arrogantly, rubbing the apples of your cheek with his thumb. He speaks with confidence and with no room for argument. “I’m a damn good kisser, y/n.” 

“Yeah aight, I’ll give you a good rating in the quibbler.” 

He laughs, kissing your forehead with a fondness despite his next words. “You're such a little shit, like I’d read that junk.” He retreats back, admiring how your eyes shine with impish intent, tempting him. He wants to kiss you again and again till you're blue in the face, panting and gasping for air, your mind needy with desperation for him and only him. “Though maybe you’d be interested in testing out a few other things to add to your review?” His eyes gleam with sexual intention, a smug smirk gracing his face, making it difficult for you to refuse. 

“Oh yeah? I'd like to se..-" The words die off when a high-pitched mewl echoes through the halls and a blur of black fur grabs your attention. You quickly recognizethe fluff ball as your cat. "Oh shit! is that ken?" The cat scampers past the two of you with frightened, wide eyes before fang bounds past as well, chasing close on his tail. Without hesitation, you step out of Enzo's embrace, chasing afterwards to rescue your favourite feline.

Enzo turns in confusion at the quickness you ditch him for your pet, watching you disappear down the hall. He drags his hand across his face in irritation, finally choosing to follow, muttering to himself. “You got me out here chasing the wrong kind of pussy.”  

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Server Room (4)

series - jeon jungkook

Pairings: IT!JK x Reader

Summary:  Your new IT guy is quiet and shy. But when you accidentally caught him doing something in the server room, while moaning your name, you just had to pretend you didn’t see that, right?

Ratings: 18+ ONLY! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Warnings: Explicit language, Mature Contents

Au/Genre: Office au, Mini Series

Word Count: 4.4K

a/n: sorry for the delay, ive been feeling meh these past few weeks. i couldnt do anything, but i got out of the house yesterday and it was great 😌

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“We haven’t seen you in a while!"

Taehyung announces, his full voice cutting through your frantic typing. “This project is keeping you from us,”

You swivel in your chair, blinking as you return to the real world, and you see Taehyung pouting and Jimin, holding out a cup of coffee like an angel of mercy.

"Your boss is always giving you hard projects with tight deadlines!" Jimin states, as he hands you the coffee his irritation seeping through the smile.

“Thanks,” you mouthed. One sip of the caffeine reminded you  that you’d been glued to this chair since morning with no breaks. Your legs probably forgot how to walk.

"Yeah, that’s what I’ve been saying! She’s either obsessed with you or trying to kill you," Taehyung chimes in, crossing his arms. “Or both. She doesn’t do this to anyone else on your team. Tell me this is your villain arc.”

You sigh as you stretch your back. "I’m the only senior left in the team, okay? After Mr. Tan resigned, all his VIP clients became mine. I don’t really have a choice."

"You need a break," Taehyung declared. "Let’s try that new place across the street for lunch. Jungkook says they serve the best Mexican food."

Ah, Jungkook.

The name pulls at something in your chest. You cleared your throat.

"Since when are you into Mexican food? You don't like spicy.”

He grins, unbothered. "I can skip the hot sauce. But Jungkook says it’s legit, and he doesn’t lie about food."

"Seems like you’re becoming besties with him," you say, keeping your voice casual.

"Oh, he’s great! Always chill, fun to be around. Knows all the best spots for food!” He turns to Jimin for validation, and they high-five.

"I think I’ll pass," you said, taking a sip of the coffee. "I really need to finish this today. You guys go and let me know if it’s worth the hype."

Jimin frowns, his eye smile turning into a pout. "You sure? You’ve been working non-stop. It’s not healthy, YN. Take a break!"

You glance at the screen, the cursor blinking like it’s mocking you.

"I promise,” you replied, your voice softer. “I will," knowing full well that you wouldn’t.

You decided to take your lunch later than everyone else, choosing the quiet solitude of the office cafeteria at off-peak hours. Ordering something light, you sat in a corner, hoping to catch a moment of peace.

But peace? Lol.

Staring blankly at your mug, you tried to turn your brain off, but the week’s events replayed on a loop—meetings, deadlines, late nights. And, of course, the project. Your golden ticket to the promotion you’d been breaking your back for.

You were halfway through your sandwich when muffled giggles from the table next to you pulled you out of your spiraling thoughts. Curiosity got the better of you, and you glanced over, only to see a group of girls from HR, eyes sparkling with admiration. Following their line of sight, you landed on him.

Jungkook.

Effortlessly charming as usual, chatting with a girl from Marketing. His raven hair styled to show his forehead. His smile was so easy and disarming it could probably convince a cat to take a bath.

Fuck. Why was he getting hotter?

You hadn’t seen him since the night he dropped you off a few days ago, your entire interaction limited to his car radio and your yawns. You’d been so exhausted you didn’t even have time to process his stupidly perfect profile in the dim glow of his dashboard, and his glances here and there.

The girl laughed, leaning in closer, completely captivated.

Yeah, girl. I get it.

You got it. Of course, Jungkook wasn’t just attractive, he had that rare ability to make everyone around him feel seen, like they mattered.

He had helped you many times, and you couldn’t deny that he made you feel important.

You rolled your eyes, biting back a scoff. "Lunch with my friends, now wooing the entire company.”

Of course, because the universe has a sense of humor, his gaze flicked in your direction.

Caught!

You panicked and snapped your attention back to your table, hyper-focusing on the crumbs scattered across your plate.

Back to work, you reminded yourself. Stop dilly-dallying. Deadlines don’t meet themselves.

Without sparing another glance, you stood, your chair scraping lightly against the tile floor. With purposeful steps, you left the cafeteria, your focus already shifting back to the mountain of tasks waiting at your desk.

Hours later, your phone buzzed, pulling you out of the depths of your typing. The buzzing continued, and when it started to feel too annoying, you finally checked to see what all the fuss was about.

You had been added to a group chat: CABIN IN THE LAKE.

Oh, right! The annual cabin trip. That chaotic tradition where you and the group rent the same cozy Airbnb cabin, always timed perfectly for a three-day weekend, thanks to the holiday on Monday.

It started as Jimin and Taehyung’s tradition. Best friends since college, they used to rally their old friend group for Tae’s birthday back when no one was married, living abroad, or caught up in other life changes. But life stole their original squad, leaving just the two of them clinging to their precious tradition.

Enter: the work friends.

First, there was Yoongi. No one knew how Jimin and Taehyung managed to convince him to join. He initially declined, calling it a hassle, but then showed up ridiculously early on the day they were set to leave. Next came Allie, the organizational queen who meticulously planned everything down to the last detail on Excel sheets. And finally, there was you—the corporate masochist roped in because, apparently, you 'needed a break.' They weren’t wrong, of course.

Now, three years later, it had become your thing.

Allie: 📢 Attention: Our annual cabin escape kicks off this weekend. Prepare yourselves, pack early, and leave the burdens of work behind. NO work allowed at the cabin. @ YN, I’m talking to you. 👀 Jimin: If I see a laptop in there, I will literally throw it outside. Tae: no work on my birthday event please thank you! @ YN I’m talking to you 👀 Allie: @ YN, don’t ignore us! You: Calm down, lol. I’m literally finishing everything this week so I can relax with you all Jimin: finally, work-life balance 😀 You: 🙄 im trying my best to work-life-balance the shit out of this Tae: we invited Jungkook during lunch fyi Jungkook: yeaaahhhh👍 Allie: lets talk tomorrow what food to prepare when youre back from your vacation @ Yoongi Yoongi: 👍 Tae: I wish I had so many paid leaves that I could go on a trip after a fishing trip like Yoongi. Jimin: then stop using your PTOs for stupid shit! Yoongi: seen

The phone buzzed relentlessly with notifications. Jimin rambling about work-life balance, Tae hyping Jungkook up for the trip, and Allie sending yet another reminder about what to pack. You muted the chat and let out a long, drawn-out sigh.

Cabin. Lake. Jungkook.

Before you could overthink spending a weekend with him outside of work, you put your attention back to your computer screen, pouring all your tension into the project.

The next day, as expected, you nailed the presentation. Of course, you did. Your boss was full of praise, and the VIP clients were very impressed with the discussion. Sometimes you wondered why you stressed so much, but deep down, you knew the answer. Being good wasn’t enough, you had to be great.

Your sense of self-worth was deeply tied to your accomplishments at work. Sad, but whatever.

You walked into the pantry after the presentation, on your way to another client meeting, when you see your friends, all huddled around.

Yoongi’s fresh off vacation, laughing with Tae, Jimin, and Jungkook. The energy in the room was light, the kind that made you want to linger, but…work. Ugh.

“Didn’t catch a thing!” Yoongi chuckled, shaking his head.

“So why do you always go fishing with him?” Jimin asked, barely holding back a laugh.

“Eh, I didn’t want him to be alone,” Yoongi shrugged, crossing his arms. “Also, someone had to be there for his dad jokes.”

Jungkook groaned. “Man, I miss Jin’s dad jokes. They’re so awful, but it grew on me.”

“You say that now,” Yoongi said dryly, “but after two straight hours of ‘What do you call a fish with no eyes? Fsh,’ I was ready to jump in the lake myself.”

The group burst into laughter, and you found yourself laughing too. They spotted you lingering in the doorway.

“YN! Join us!” Yoongi called, waving you over.

You shook your head, holding up a hand. “I’m literally just passing by. I have a client meeting in like… right now.”

Jimin and Tae both dramatically groaned.

But before you left, you walked over to Yoongi and gave him a quick hug. “Missed you, though. Tell me more about your fishing trip later.”

“You know where to find me,” Yoongi replied with a smirk. “But it was mostly Jin and I sitting on a boat.”

“Sounds riveting,” you teased, waving everyone goodbye as the laughter resumed behind you.

You caught Jungkook’s gaze lingering on you, but you didn’t have time to dwell on it.

The week went by fast, and everyone seemed excited, looking forward to the weekend trip.

After a three-hour drive in the early Saturday morning, you finally arrived at the cabin. The scent of firewood and cedar greeted you like a familiar friend.

The cabin was a perfect blend of modern and rustic charm. It ss a two story retreat with three cozy bedrooms, a spacious kitchen, and an inviting living room. Large windows shows off the breathtaking views of the lake, letting in an abundance of natural light that made the space feel even more open, serene.

The crisp air nipped at your cheeks, but the way the sun glinted off the lake beyond the porch made the chill comfortable.

Slowly, you could feel the tension from work beginning to melt away. This was exactly what you needed.

Everyone naturally fell into their roles without a single word exchanged. Allie and Yoongi immediately took over the kitchen, playing MasterChef, while Jimin and Taehyung turned the living room into an entertainment hub. As for you? Well, you were graciously tasked with giving Jungkook the grand tour—not that you minded… at all.

He trailed behind you, nodding intently as you showed him around. You almost sneered at his attentiveness, the way his eyes widened as if you were explaining something groundbreaking.

So, this is Yoongi’s room,” you said, stopping at the first door by the stairs. “You’ll be sharing with him.” You pushed the door open, staying just outside the hallway, revealing two double-sized beds and a massive window with a stunning view of the lake. Jungkook stepped inside, dropping both his and Yoongi’s bags with a quiet thud.

He scanned the room, his gaze lingering on the view before shifting to the door across the hallway. Before he could ask, you preemptively pointed. “That’s Jimin’s and Tae’s room, and here,” you gestured to the door beside his, “that’s mine and Allie’s. Yoongi insisted on not being next to Jimin and Tae. Gods know what they’re up to at night, they make weird noises.”

Jungkook grunted in acknowledgment, his lips twitching into a faint smirk.

“Oh, by the way, each room has its own bathroom. That’s honestly why we keep coming back here. Aside from the lake and other stuff, of course.” You laughed, your voice echoing slightly in the quiet hallway. Just as you were about to show him the balcony at the end of the hall, someone downstairs shouted your name. Probably Jimin or Tae yelling about the cottage.

“Ah, the cottage by the lake!” you exclaimed, snapping your fingers. “It’s a great spot to chill. Or stargaze. We usually take dinners there or nap. It’s kind of our favorite spot,” you added with a grin, gesturing downstairs.

Jungkook mirrored your excitement with his signature scrunched-nose smile. Before you knew it, Tae and Jimin had joined in, whisking Jungkook away to show him around the cottage and the lake. The three of them looked like overgrown kids finally let loose on a playground.

Back in the kitchen, you joined Yoongi and Allie to finish cooking—though, most of it was already done. You ended up as a taste-tester. By the time everything was ready, the three boys had returned, eager to help set the table.

Lunch was a mix of chaos and calm, the former courtesy of Jimin, Tae, and Allie, while Yoongi’s steady presence, and your quiet nature balanced it all out. Jungkook, as the newest addition to your group, fit in seamlessly. Though he was closest to Yoongi, his easygoing nature made him click with Jimin and Tae almost instantly, their shared humor evident in their playful banter.

By the afternoon, everyone was sprawled in the cottage by the lake.

The cottage was a cozy wooden structure with a slightly weathered exterior, which added to the charm. It is surrounded by large windows , always kept open to let in the fresh breeze and the gentle sound of waves at the lake shore. It was warm and inviting inside, with soft lighting, and a wraparound porch showing panoramic views of the lake.

You and Allie lay on a mat, scrolling through your phones and occasionally showing each other funny memes or cute animal videos. Yoongi was settled in a chair with a glass of whiskey, reading something through his phone with the occasional hum of approval.

The three boys decided to swim in the lake, and you immediately began muttering prayers under your breath, for what, you weren’t entirely sure.

Maybe for divine intervention to stop Jungkook from being so infuriatingly distracting, or perhaps for the strength to keep your jaw from hitting the floor every time he emerged from the water.

He was wearing a black compression shirt that clung to him perfectly, revealing his colorful inked arm here, the outline of a toned torso there, and let’s not even get started on those thighs, perfectly framed by his black basketball shorts. Every time he strolled over to grab a snack from the picnic basket near you, you pretended to be deeply invested in your phone, eyebrows furrowed like you were decoding quantum physics. Anything to mask the heat creeping up your neck and the very inappropriate thoughts threatening to invade your peace and relaxation.

By evening, you all decided to eat dinner in the cottage, the vibe now tinged with the warmth of alcohol and laughter. The moonlight perfectly cascaded over the lake, its silver glow reflecting off the water and illuminating the cottage like a serene painting. The soft glow of lamps inside added to the ambiance, making everything about the place perfect.

Everyone seemed louder now, the alcohol buzz turning the cozy cottage into a chaotic, laughter-filled arena. Tae and Jimin were wrestling on the floor, mimicking exaggerated WWE moves that made Allie’s contagious laugh echo throughout the space. Yoongi, now a little chatty and loud, had taken on the role of their coach, shouting absurd instructions.

“Chokehold, Tae! No, no, Jimin, counter with the sleeper hold!” Yoongi barked, his face uncharacteristically animated as if he was controlling two game characters.

You watched Jungkook laugh at their antics, his bunny teeth flashing as he swatted away Jimin and Tae’s attempts to drag him into their chaos. But when the two of them finally lunged at him, intent on overpowering him, Jungkook barely even flinched. With a fluid, almost effortless motion, he sent both of them sprawling back onto the couch like they weighed nothing more than throw pillows.

Jungkook is strong.

You don’t know what to do with this information.

It wasn’t the strength itself that caught you off guard, you knew Jungkook worked out, but watching him do it with such ease felt almost... dangerous. You wonder how those strong hands gripping your thighs, pinning you against the wall, as he pounds—nope. Nope.

Stop right there you horny bitch.

You gulped down the flavored beer in your hand, the cool liquid doing little to douse the heat crawling up your neck.

“Thirsty much?” Allie teased, nudging you with a smirk as she caught your flustered state.

“I—yeah,” you mumbled, your voice barely audible over the chaos.

Jungkook’s laugh broke through your spiraling thoughts again, and you stole a quick glance at him. Thankfully, he seemed blissfully unaware of the effect he had on you, just being his playful self, swatting Jimin away like an annoying fly.

You feel the heat building in your core becoming more and more unbearable. You press your legs to try to soothe the feeling but it’s clear that you need more. You need a cold splash of water on your face, or better yet, a shower.

Standing abruptly, you excuse yourself for a 'bathroom break.' Your friends barely glance up, offering quick nods before returning to the chaos around them.

Chaos.

This chaos is the perfect cover for Jungkook.

Ever since he met you, there hasn’t been a single day he hasn’t felt like he’s stuck in his own personal hell.

He’s been avoiding looking at you for far too long, for obvious reasons.

The last thing he wants is to make you uncomfortable. Now that he’s close to you and your friends, he’s doing everything to keep it together, to not let anyone, especially Yoongi, catch on. Yoongi’s too observant, and Jungkook’s painfully aware of that. He’s not ready to talk about whatever is going on with him. Or whatever it is he's feeling towards you.

But that moment in the Server Room? He feels a gnawing guilt in his gut, the worry that he made you uncomfortable. He hasn’t heard a word from you about it, though. Didn’t give any hint that something was off. You would’ve said something if you were uncomfortable, right?

You, with your cold, uptight air, focused only on deadlines. You wouldn’t let him get close if you weren’t okay with him. You’d cut him right away if he crossed a line, right?

Was he imagining you there? Maybe you didn’t actually see him. Maybe you weren't actually in the Server Room. He was probably hallucinating in desire. He’s not sure anymore.

But damn, you don’t make it easy.

Earlier, when you were lying on the mat with Ally, your shorts slipping up just enough to flash him a taste of your soft skin, he nearly choked on his drink.  And now, sitting across the cottage from you, your short dress riding up as you adjust your position, the soft glow of your skin under the dim light…

Fuck.

He wonders how your skin would feel beneath his hands… how it would feel if he buried himself in you.

Focusing on Jimin and Taehyung provides some distraction, though the temptation to steal another glance at you lingers like a ghost. Thankfully, no one seems sober enough to notice his wandering eyes, or the way his shorts have grown uncomfortably tight.

You, oblivious to the war raging in his head, excuse yourself with a quick smile at Allie before heading to the cabin.

Thank God.

Finally, Jungkook lets out a deep breath and forces himself to join the conversation.

But just as he thinks he’s getting a break, Yoongi’s voice cuts through. “Jungkook, can you grab the portable speaker I told you to bring?”

“Yeah, I’ll get it.” Jungkook stands up without a second thought, almost like it’s automatic when someone older asks, barely processing Yoongi’s other questions as he heads to the cabin.

You step into the bathroom, stripping your clothes as you go. Your damp panties are a clear evidence of your need, and you groan in frustration. With a shaky breath, you turn on the shower, hoping the cold water will wash away the tension building inside you. But as the droplets hit your skin, they do little to distinguish the fire within.

It hasn’t even been a day in this cabin, and Jungkook is already a problem.

Maybe it’s because it’s been so long since you’ve been with anyone, or perhaps the close proximity is making you hyper aware of him. Maybe it’s the memory of him, lost in his own pleasure in the Server Room, fingers working his body while thoughts of you flickered through his mind. The image awakens something in you. Was it just one-time thing? What did he picture you to be while he touched himself?

You pull yourself out of your thoughts, allowing the shower to wash away your lingering filthy desires.

After the quick shower, you step out, wrapping yourself in a towel. But you’re still burning up.

Sighing in frustration, you sit on the bed and brush through your damp hair, but it's still too wet… so you pat it dry. As you glance into the mirror, your reflection catches your eye. The soft, golden light from the lamp casts a warm glow on your skin, drawing your attention, and for a moment you're entranced by your subtle radiance.

You trail your fingers over your arms, your collarbone, down to your chest. Your nipples harden under your touch, and you groan softly. The cabin is alive with distant laughter from the cottage, your friends blissfully oblivious to your desperation.

The craving intensifies, and without thinking, your hands drift lower, over your stomach, to your thighs. Your legs part instinctively, your fingers finding the slick heat between your folds. You press against your clit, your breath hitching at the electric shock that runs through your body.

You imagine Jungkook’s hands there instead. The way he would touch you, soft and rough. The way he would devour you, make you beg for more.

You picture him. His body, his hands, his mouth—all of it.

As your fingers slide inside, you bite your lip, your body shuddering with need. You pump in and out, the friction building, but it’s not enough. You groan in frustration, you need more.

You need something bigger, harder. You need him.

Your eyes lock onto the round brush on the side, its dark wooden handle glistening in the dim light. Something primal snaps within you. Without a second thought, you grab it, your fingers curling around the bristles as you lift it to your lips. The thick, rounded handle presses against your mouth, and you drag your tongue over it, coating it with your spit.

Your heart races as you slide the handle down your body. Lifting yourself off the bed just enough, you position it at your entrance, the anticipation making your thighs tremble. Slowly, deliberately, you lower yourself onto it, gasping as it stretches you open. Your eyes stay locked on the mirror, watching every inch of the handle disappear inside you.

The sight alone makes your body shiver in need, and soon you can’t hold back. Your hips move instinctively, a slow grind that quickly builds into something desperate. You ride it hard, fast, the rhythm of your movements echoing through the creaks in the room. Each thrust draws a whimper from your lips as your imagine Jungkook beneath you, his strong hands gripping your hips, his dark eyes blazing as you grind against him. The way he’d look at you, the way he would sound as he moans your name, needy and breathy, like how he did in the Server Room.

The creak of the bed grows louder, and in your mind, it’s because of him—pounding into you relentlessly, the headboard slamming against the wall, his deep groans mixing with your cries. How he’d ruin you completely, leaving no part of you untouched.

Your hand remains between your legs, circling and flicking your clit in time with the thrusts. The tension builds and builds, each movement pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

And when you finally let go, when your orgasm crashes over you, it’s intense—like a pressure valve bursting open. You cry out his name, repeating it as your body trembles, your vision blurring as you ride out the waves of pleasure.

The moment Jungkook opens the door to his room, right next to yours, his gaze immediately lands on the portable speaker that Yoongi had asked him for, resting casually on the table alongside his other things. He walks toward it absentmindedly, his mind spinning in circles, thoughts tangled and restless.

How could he speak to you alone without feeling like his throat is closing in, without that damn knot of nerves tightening in his chest?

For fuck's sake, he’s not some shy guy. Maybe reserved at first, but shy? No. Not anymore. So why the hell does it feel like your gaze alone could drop him to his knees? He will do whatever you tell him—crawl, bark, beg. Whatever you wanted. No hesita—

"Fuck, Jungkook..." A moan. So soft, so faint, it feels like his mind is playing tricks on him.

And then another moan, but this time incoherent, then a soft creak, followed by the rhythmic sound of a bed moving.

His body goes rigid, every nerve on high alert. You’re in there. Alone. What the hell is going on?

He moves toward the wall separating you from him, pressing his ear against it, desperate to hear more of you.

Another moan, louder this time, long and dripping with need.

His breath stutters, pulse hammering in his ears. The muscles in his jaw tighten, his cock twitching involuntarily. The sound of you—fuck. That’s how you sound? Beautiful. Perfect. Needy. And shit… you’re thinking of him? Fucking yourself, imagining him? He’s losing his mind.

His shorts feel suddenly painfully tight. His hands tremble, fumbling at his waistband, pulling the thing that’s aching to be freed out of both pants and boxers in one desperate motion.

The moans and soft whimpers continue and it’s too much. He grips his cock, the hard length throbbing in his hand as he starts to pump. His strokes grow frantic, desperate, matching the steady pulse of the bed as it rocks with your need.  His mind floods with images of you—your fucked out face, wet lips parted in pleasure, the way your body arches, shivering beneath him, trembling with each of his movements. He imagines your nails dragging down his back, marking him, claiming him as his own. The sound of his name on your lips again and again, each breath getting closer to his ear, your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper, tighter.

When you cry out his name again, he can’t take it anymore, he bursts. His release hits him hard, his body shuddering as he spills his hot white cum into his hand, and some of it staining the walls.

He stood frozen—breathless, trembling, overwhelmed by the weight of a realization.

You, an actress.

Behind the mask of ambition, beneath the cold exterior of reservation and control, lies a desperate, hidden need.

You had begged for it in silence.

He would make sure you screamed for it out loud.

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𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐛 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐬

pairing: pre-outbreak!joel miller x female reader

rating: explicit

word count: 4.1k

summary: joel agrees to go out to tommy’s favorite bar, where he watches you ride a mechanical bull and wishes you would ride him.

warnings: explicit sexual content (18+ minors do not interact), no use of y/n, dual POV, no defined reader age or physical appearance besides outfits, alcohol use, joel getting slapped, tommy is a little shit, first date anxiety, oral (m receiving), dirty talk, praise, pet names, girl on top, couch sex, unprotected p in v, teasing, deep throating, more men whimpering and begging 2k23. let me know if any warnings are missing!

author’s note: look, i know i’m in the middle of my spooky specials but i saw two very specific tik toks that left me with the need to write this 😵‍💫 also this post layout is inspired by @bits-and-babs, whose works and aesthetic are chef’s kiss.

“Why did you pick this place?” Joel grumbles, hand wrapped around a sweating bottle of beer. People keep jostling him as they squeeze past, forcing him to keep his elbow tight to his side to avoid having his beer be collateral damage.

“You’ll see,” Tommy says with a cryptic wink. Joel rolls his eyes.

Tommy has dragged him out to a saloon style bar, complete with swinging wooden doors and longhorn skulls decorating the walls. Everything is shiny dark wood and western motif, down to the saddle style barstools. Most of the patrons have leaned into the theme, too — tassels, leather, cowboys hats, and ostentatious belt buckles.

“Alright, ladies and gentlemen!” A man’s voice calls out over the speakers. “The show is about to begin!”

“Show?” Joel asks dubiously. Tommy only grins at him, dragging him by the arm towards the back of the bar.

He weaves through the crowd until they’re only behind a few rows of people that have gathered around a mechanical bull riding ring, of all things. The floor of the ring is inflatable and in the middle sits the brown bull figure. Joel catches his first glimpse of you, a gorgeous woman in denim cut offs standing beside the bull. Your black leather halter top plunges low to expose your cleavage and stops short of the waist of your shorts, a tantalizing strip of your stomach on display. The black leather of the top matches your black leather boots and the cuffs snapped around your wrists.

“One of Salty Saloon’s very own has stepped up to take the bull by the horns tonight!”

You lift a hand to wave, bright smile on your face as you take in the crowd. Your eyes land on Joel and for a brief moment he swears he stops breathing. He can’t hear anything the emcee is saying, all the noise around him just a dull buzz as he watches you swing yourself up onto the back of the bull.

“Alright, alright, alright! Our rider’s goal is to stay on for one minute using only one hand! If she falls before the buzzer, y’all get nothin’. But if she makes it, shots are half off for the rest of the night!”

A cacophony of cheers erupts around Joel and you straighten your spine, holding your hand out with a thumbs up. The music starts, some pop song he’s heard on the radio in the morning when he’s taking Sarah to school, and the mechanical bull turns in a slow circle. You have one hand twisted in a leather strap, the other raised above your head as the bull bucks and swings, your hips moving smoothly with the machine.

“Goddamn,” someone says from behind Joel. “I ain’t ever wanted to be a bull so bad in my life.”

Me, too, he thinks.

Your thighs press tight against the sides of the bull as it swings around, turning you to face the section of crowd Joel stands in. You release the hand grip, both hands in the air now as you rely solely on your legs and core to keep you up on the machine. When the machine turns again, you manage to lift your body and swing your legs around to reverse your position, now seated facing the back of the bull.

“Alright, ten more seconds!” The emcee calls out. The crowd starts to cheer your name and Joel can’t help but join in, eyes glued to you as you continue to swing and sway like all the movements are nothing but second nature to you.

“Three! Two! One!”

A cowbell goes off, signaling the end of your ride. The bull slows to a stop and you sit there for a moment to catch your breath, waving at the crowd. The bar owner, Johnny, comes out onto the crash pad with a huge grin on his face.

“Great job up there, kid. Now go sell some half priced shots,” he says with a good natured pat on your shoulder.

You return to the bar, where the other two bartenders scheduled tonight field the after-show rush, lining up shot glasses and filling them in quick succession with the requested liquor. When you get behind the bar, a familiar head of curly hair catches your eye.

“Tommy!” You call, excited to see one of you favorite regulars. He shouts your name as you stop in front of him.

“This is my brother, Joel!” He says, slapping the back of the man beside him. You’d seen him in the crowd, a handsome guy with broad shoulders stretching a dark blue t-shirt, warm tan skin, and messy curls that speak to the family resemblance between him and Tommy. You reach a hand across the bar, Joel’s calloused fingers dragging against your palm as you greet the man.

“It’s nice to meet you, Joel. Can I get y’all anything?” You ask. Tommy grins.

“Let me get this man a slap shot!” He yells.

You glance at Joel. “That okay with you?” You ask.

His eyes are comically wide as he nods. You step back to ring the bell behind the bar, your fellow bartenders whooping and cheering, a chant of “SLAP SHOT! SLAP SHOT!” echoing around you.

Haley sets a glass of water on the bar for you and you grab a pint glass, filling it with ice and two ounces of Jim Beam and amaretto. You smack the steel shaker on top, grabbing both glasses and shaking them vigorously over your shoulder.

You strain the contents of the shaker into a shot glass, amber liquid flowing to the brim. When you’ve got everything ready, you leave the back of the bar and squeeze your way through the crowd until you’re in front of the two brothers and can hoist yourself up onto the bar.

“Alright, Joel, are you ready?” You shout. He looks a little confused, brows pinched tight over kind brown eyes, but he nods anyway, holding his hand out for the shot glass. Tommy watches with a shit eating grin. “Three! Two! One!”

Joel takes the shot and you follow it with a glass of water to his face and a slap across his jaw in quick succession. Tommy is howling with laughter and Joel’s face is one of pure shock, red blooming across the skin of his cheek. He turns to his brother.

“Tommy, what the fuck!” Joel shouts. His hand wraps into the neck of Tommy’s shirt. “You little fuckin’ shit!”

You have the sinking realization that Joel wasn’t prepared for what a slap shot entails. You had just assumed this was something Tommy had told him about, having been to the bar so much the last few months.

Joel looks mad as hell, his shoulders tense and you worry he may actually throw a punch at Tommy. You hop from the bar and get between the two men, pressing a hand to their chests and pushing them apart.

"You, come with me," you say, pointing to Joel. "And you," -- you jab a finger into Tommy's chest -- "are on my shit list."

You take Joel by the hand and guide him to the back office, shutting the door and muffling the noises of the bar beyond it. His face is still dripping wet and the water dripping from his chin has gathered into a sizeable spot on the collar of his shirt.

"I am so, so sorry," you start, rifling through the storage cabinet for a bar towel. You hold it out to him, avoiding his gaze. "Tommy comes here so much that I just thought he'd told you about what a slap shot was. I should have told you, oh my god."

"Hey, it's okay. I ain't mad at you," Joel says, running the towel over his damp face. "Tommy, though. I'm gonna kick his fuckin' ass later."

"Still," you mumble, twisting your hands together nervously. "I'm sorry. Is your cheek okay?"

He rubs the towel over his head to dry his hair a bit, the action leaving him adorable mussed, curly strands sticking up in every direction. You're staring at him, maybe a little too much, but who can blame you? The man is hot.

"Yeah, trust me. I've had worse," Joel replies with a laugh.

"You get slapped by women often?" You tease.

"The number of times ain't just one."

"Oh, a bad boy. Mama warned me about guys like you."

He laughs again, long and low, running a hand through his hair. "Well, thank you for the towel."

"Right. And your next drink is on me. As an apology," you tell him.

"I'd rather get your number," he says. "You know, as an apology."

You raise your eyebrows at him before turning to the manager's desk, grabbing a marker and tugging the cap off with your teeth. You slide a hand down his arm, lifting his forearm up so that you can write down your number across the smooth, tan skin.

"I'm off next weekend," you comment when you've recapped the marker.

"I'll keep that in mind," Joel replies with a grin.

Joel's nervous as he waits outside of your apartment building in his truck, fingers tapping a nameless tune against the steering wheel. It's Saturday night and he's here to pick you up for dinner at a restaurant in downtown Austin, one that required he dig out the old black button down he keeps shoved in the back of his closet for parent-teacher conferences and funerals.

The front door to your building opens and you emerge, dressed in a pretty red wrap dress and black heels. Joel gets out of the truck and jogs around to the passenger side to open the door for you and he's surprised when you lean up and kiss him on the cheek.

"Hey," you say in greeting, climbing into the truck and settling into the passenger seat, your purse on your lap. Joel can't help the dopey grin that's surely stretched across his face.

“Hey, yourself. You look nice,” he replies. He shuts the door and jogs around the the driver’s side.

“You don’t look so bad either,” you tell him as he starts the truck up. He can feel his cheeks get warm and he hopes that you can’t see him the proof of his nerves in the dark cab.

At the restaurant, the host leads you both to a small table towards the back of the restaurant, pristine white tablecloth topped with a small vase of flowers and a flickering votive candle. A waiter in a white button down comes by to take your drink orders before disappearing the the kitchen, leaving the two of you regarding each other in silence.

“Look, I gotta be honest about somethin’,” Joel says, leg bouncing beneath the table. “I’ve got a kid. Sarah, she’s thirteen. Light of my life, you know?” He takes a deep breath before finishing with, “And I don’t think I’ve even been on a date since she’s been born, so this is just…a little new to me.”

“You have a kid?” You ask. For a moment Joel worries that he may have ended this before it could even get a chance to begin, but then your face lights up with a sweet smile and you ask, “Will you tell me about her?”

Joel does. In between ordering and eating your delicious meals, you and Joel discuss anything and everything. He tells you about Sarah and his contracting work, while you tell him about your full time job as a pharmacy technician, the gig at the bar a part time thing on some weekends. He nearly makes you snort your water out of your nose with a story about rescuing Tommy from the bathroom of the girl he’d been seeing when her long distance boyfriend, who Tommy didn’t know existed, showed up at her apartment.

“Oh my god,” you exclaim breathlessly. “And he just jumped out of the bathroom window?”

“To be fair, she had a first floor unit,” Joel confirms. “His royal pain in the ass still made me take him to urgent care because he thought he broke his ankle.”

“You’re a good brother,” you say with a smile. Joel feels the warmth of it in his veins.

After dinner, the ride back to your place is quiet, the comfortable silence filled with the low music from the radio. In a moment of bravery, Joel reaches over and lays a hand on your low thigh, just above your knee as he drives. He refuses to look over at you, but from the corner of his eye he sees you look down at his hand before looking back out the window.

He counts that as a win.

He pulls up the curb outside your apartment and kills the engine. You speak before he has a chance to agonize over what to say.

“Will you walk me to my door?” You ask.

He feels relief and anxiety in one fell swoop. He agonizes internally over whether to kiss you goodnight as he follows you up the stairs to your apartment, the buzzing in his brain momentarily silenced while he watches your hips sway as you climb the steps.

You stop on the second floor, guiding him down a long hallway to a door marked with a black metal number three. You turn to face him, looking up at him through your lashes.

“This is me,” you murmur. Joel swallows nervously.

“Right. I, uh…I had a really great time tonight,” he says.

“Would you…want to come inside?”

Joel’s brain short circuits. “Would I—? Yeah.”

You turn to unlock the door, pushing into your apartment and Joel follows you inside. The apartment is dark but you quickly turn on the lights as you move further inside, illuminating an open living room with a dining nook. There’s a door off to the right that he assumes is your bedroom and an open kitchen to the left. It’s small, but it’s cozy, bursting with colors and fabrics and mismatched furniture.

“Well, this is home,” you say with a shrug. You set your purse down on the small circular dining table. “Can I get you anything to drink? I’ve got beer, some liquor on the bar cart over there if you want to have a look.”

“Beer is fine,” Joel says, taking a seat on the comfy looking couch. You return with a bottle of beer, passing it to him before settling in beside him, kicking off your heels and drawing your legs up beneath you.

He takes a sip, fortifying his nerves. He wasn’t lying when he said it’s been a long time since he’s been on a date, but even sex has been a distant thought for the last year or so. He doesn’t want to mess this up.

“So,” you start, your elbow pressed into the back couch cushion while you lean your face into the palm of your hand. “You wanna know what I think?”

“‘Bout what?” Joel asks.

“You.”

“You got a report card ready for me already?”

“I think” — you take the beer bottle from his hand, setting it on the coffee table — “you’ve spent a long time being a caretaker. Right? You’ve got Tommy, who was already a handful. Your daughter, who’s obviously priority number one. You’ve got a business to worry about, workers to care for.” You shuffle closer on your knees, swinging a leg over his and settling yourself onto his lap. “This okay?” You ask.

“Yeah,” he replies, probably a bit too enthusiastically. His fingers curl into the couch cushions and he wants to reach up to wrap his hands around your waist but he’s not sure if he should.

You play with the collar of his shirt. “What do you think about having someone take care of you for a change?”

Joel’s stomach flips, cock jumping in interest as the blood in his brain rushes south and leaves him only capable of responding with a mumbled, “Oh?”

“I just think you deserve someone treating you real nice,” you say with a shrug. Deft fingers work at undoing the buttons of his shirt. “Especially when I was so mean when we met, slapping you across the face like I did.”

“Told you not to worry ‘bout that,” he replies, head dropping against the back cushions. “S’not like I didn’t like it.”

“You like to be roughed up a little, Mr. Miller?”

“Maybe.”

Your grin is wicked as you drag your nails down the now exposed skin of his chest. He hisses at the sting of it.

“Interesting,” you murmur. You lean close, chest pressed against his, hands coming up to frame his face. Your nails scratch through his beard now and he groans his appreciation.

“Can I kiss you?” He asks. “Please?”

You respond by pressing your lips to his, chaste as first. Your mouths move together slowly, feeling each other out. It’s you that takes it deeper, tracing your tongue over his bottom lip and dipping it inside to tangle with his. He wraps his arms around your low back, holding you tightly in his lap as he consumes you, drunk on the feeling of your breath in his lungs.

You drags yours lips away from his with a slick sound, trailing them along his jaw and towards his ear. You nip at his earlobe, teeth gentle and breath hot before whispering, “Can I suck your cock, Joel?”

A whimper claws it’s way up Joel’s throat as he nods, already unable to form words. He’s no stranger to turning into a puddle for a pretty woman but he’s certain this must be a new record.

You slip from his lap and kneel on the floor, pushing his legs apart so that you can settle in between them. Your hands reach for his belt, tugging on the buckle and pulling it loose so that you can pop the button of his jeans and tug the zipper down, the metallic sound loud in the quiet room.

Your fingers curl into the waist of his jeans and Joel lifts his hips a bit to aid you in tugging them halfway down his thighs. His cock tents his boxers in an obscene way, a wet spot already staining the fabric. You run your palms up his thighs before bracketing his member between your hands, lightly running your thumbs up his length.

“Christ,” Joel says, teeth digging into his lip.

“That feel good?” You ask.

“Uh huh.”

You smile beatifically before leaning forward, warm breath on his covered cock as you press gentle kisses through the fabric. Joel’s hips twitch and he lets out a deep groan.

You tug the elastic of his boxers over his length, tucking it beneath his balls. He’s practically vibrating with need but you continue to take your sweet time, pressing more kisses along his shaft, tracing the tip of your tongue over the prominent vein.

“You have a pretty cock, Joel,” you say, wrapping your hand around the base of him to hold him steady. It’s a struggle to keep his eyes open but he doesn’t want to miss the sight of your tongue lapping at the bead of precum gathered on his flushed tip, or the way your own eyes flutter shut as you let out a little moan of appreciation.

You wrap your lips around his cock, taking him inch by agonizing inch into your warm mouth and Joel feels any semblance of sanity disappear from his lust clouded brain. Your eyes stay fixed on him as take him in as far as you can, throat fluttering around the sensitive head when you swallow before pulling up, twirling your tongue around the tip, and plunging back down.

“Christ,” Joel groans, reaching out to cup your cheek. “You look so goddamn good like that.”

You lift off his cock and take it in your hand, moving it across your lips as you ask, “Like what?”

“Chokin’ on my cock, sweetheart,” he growls.

“That was nothing.”

Joel’s about to ask what you mean when you lower your mouth over his length once more. He can feel you flatten your tongue, your throat and jaw relaxing enough to take him to the very base, your nose tickling the wiry curls on his pelvis. He moans as you swallow around him, breathing through your nose and holding yourself there for a moment before coming up with a gasp, tears gathered in the corners of your eyes and spit making your chin shiny in the low light.

“So…I could keep doing this,” you tell him, “or…”

“Or?” He asks.

“Or…you could let me make us both feel good.”

You stand up, your hands untying the knot that holds your dress together so you can push it off your shoulders, letting it fall to the floor in a heap. You push your panties down your legs and unhook your bra, leaving you gloriously naked in front him, every inch of you like a piece of art meant to be admired. Joel’s hands, greedy and unfulfilled up until now, reach up to grip your hips and pull you onto his lap, your pussy hot and wet against his cock. He lets his hands wander over every inch of exposed skin, relishing the way your ass fits in his palms and the way you hiss when his thumb caresses a tight nipple.

“You’re so fuckin’ pretty,” he moans, his lips against your rapid pulse, teeth ghosting the thin skin of your neck. “Need you so bad, baby.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you,” you whisper, reaching between your bodies to hold his throbbing cock steady, notching it at your soaked entrance and beginning a slow slide down.

Joel is panting against your sweat slick chest, mumbling desperate words into your skin as you take him inside of you as slowly as you can, thighs burning with the effort. When you’ve finally seated yourself on his lap, his head drops back to the cushion, eyes squeezed shut tightly and fingers nearly bruising on your thighs.

“Don’t move, don’t move, don’t move,” he begs. “Oh, fuck, feels so good.”

Where he’s desperate for you to stay still, you’re already desperate to move. His cock is perfect, thick and long with a slight upward curve, pressing up against your g-spot with stunning accuracy. You’re certain this won’t last long for either of you.

You rock slowly, forward and back, little movements of your hips. Joel lifts his head, looking down at where your bodies are connected with dark eyes. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, tangling your fingers in his hair and giving it a sharp tug that has him hissing your name.

You start to move more quickly, rolling your body in smooth waves over his. He’s panting as he looks up at you, sweat gathering at his temple, and his hands grip your ass and follow your movement reverently.

“So fuckin’ good,” he moans, “you’re gonna make me come, baby, goddamn.”

You speed up, bouncing on his lap now. Your couch creaks the slightest bit, protesting your movements, but you don’t care — all you care about is the man beneath you and the desperate little noises spilling from his lips as you make good on your promise to take care of him.

“Touch me,” you command. “I’m so close, Joel, please.”

He’s a good listener, your Joel, his thumb immediately finding your clit and circling it with messy movements that drive you wild, that tension in your muscles coiling tighter. Joel’s hips flex into yours with each drop down his length, the room echoing with the lewd sounds of skin against skin and the chorus of whimpers that spill from both of you.

“Joel, Joel, Joel,” you chant. He wraps his arms around you, really thrusting into you now as your own movements falter and you collapse forward, head buried against his neck as you come, trembling with the strength of it.

It’s not long after that he goes still, cock pulsing inside of you as the aftershocks of your orgasm wash over you. You stay slumped against each other, catching your breaths and waiting for your racing hearts to come back down to earth.

“That was…,” Joel says with a breathless laugh that shakes his chest. His fingers play up and down your back, soothing and gentle. “Goddamn, that was amazin’.”

“Yeah?” You ask, lifting your head. You smooth his messy hair back from his forehead. “You weren’t so bad either.”

He nips at your neck in retaliation, making you laugh and squirm away from him.

“Do you have to get going?” You ask.

“No,” he replies. “Tommy’s watchin’ Sarah for me tonight. He owes me one. Besides, I’m ain’t done with you yet.”

“No?”

“Not even close, darlin’.”

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