thinking about nerd jake who was supposed to be tutoring you but instead is an adorable whimpering mess as you bounce on his long veiny cock like a bunny, his nails digging so harshly into your plush ass itāll be sure to carve crescents into the skin.
youāve nearly drained the poor pup dry as your thighs stick to his from both of your prior orgasms. an insane amount of thick gooey cum stretching between your conjoined bodies like glue.
loose sheets of paper scatter and lay forgotten across the desk as his deflated balls squish against the chair heās currently pinned to. your sweet cunt swallows his length hungrily, puffy lips spreading wide open around his girth and kissing the base of cock each time you slam onto his pelvis.
jake is flushed a bright pink from the neck up and his thick framed glasses are fogged up, occasionally knocking against your forehead before you pull away from his mouth. his face desperately chasing yours as a delicate thread of saliva connects from his swollen lips to your own.
ānghhā yn please. . . ha-aahā slow d-down,ā he whines pathetically, wriggling uncontrollably beneath you as you bury his overstimulated dick to the hilt. your innocently decorated bedroom filling with lewd sounds of skin slapping each time you drive his needy cock home.
plap. plap. plap.
āj-jakey canātā oh gosh! you feel soo good, āshoulda told me that your cock was this huge!ā you slur, borderline pornographic moans filling the space as you fuck yourself drunk on his slippery length, fingers lacing through the back of his dark fluffy locks.
you can feel each protruding vein on his shaft drag against your velvety walls, clamping down on him as his mushroom tip spears the spongey patch hidden deep within your love tunnel. he should thank you really, youāre being the perfect little cocksleeve for him.
āohmygodohmygod, o-oh noā yn, i think i-im gonnaā,ā he squirms, fingers twitching against your sides as he lets out the sluttiest moan youāve ever heard. his eyes roll back into his head as you feel his cock head engorge, shaft convulsing as it spurts hot ropes of milk within your gummy canal.
your cunt flutters around him, clenching down hard as warm fluid gushes out and around his spasming cock, your hips relentless in grinding and rocking in small circles, ensuring that youāve received all of the semen that heās currently pumping deep into your womb.
you resume stiring your shared creampie around until a frothy ring forms at the stump of his shaft and begins to drip down his thighs. finally lifting up off of the spent boy, his shining cock slips out with a wet pop and falls limp into his lap.
ātold ya i didnāt need help with the reproductive system.ā
cowboy!/farm boy!jake x farmers daughter!reader | ā ļø āā mdni, smut, reader is eager, shy jake (kinda) |
You'll never forget the way the mid afternoon sun beat down on the dusty roads of the valley, a complete opposite to the city life you'd just left behind but your mind was elsewhereā pretty much fixed entirely on the man that was standing across from you. Jake was, in every sense of the word, too sweet for his own good. He was the golden boy of this small farming community, the perfect son whose mama had raised him with a moral compass so straight it was almost a challenge.
From the moment you'd moved into town with your parents, he had caught your eye. It wasn't just the broad shoulders earned from years of tilling soil or the way his hair caught the light, it was his inherent goodness. When you first met, you could tell he found you utterly intimidating because you were a whirlwind of city boldness he wasn't quite prepared for.
"Are all the boys in this town as cute as you, or did I just get lucky?" You had asked him that very first week, leaning against the fence of his family's pasture.
The way his face had blushed so red he looked like a ripe tomato became your new favorite sight. You loved making him blush, you loved the way he'd stammer and look at his boots, just entirely disarmed by your forwardness.
Eventually, you'd convinced him to take you to his favorite spot in town, which was a secluded bend in the creek where the water ran clear and the willow trees created some kind of private canopy. You remember the way he gasped when you began unbuttoning your blouse without a word of warning, unapologetically shedding your clothes until you stood bare in your underwear in the speckled sunlight.
"Oh Lord!" His eyes wide before he violently whipped around to face the trees. "That...that's real inappropriate! Someone could see you!"
"The only someone here is you, Jakey," you'd laughed as you waded further into the water. The cool creek gripped your skin and you turned back to see him still standing with his back to you stiff as a board. "Come on in. The water's perfect and I promise I won't bite...unless you want me to."
He'd gave one last scared look around the empty clearing, checking for any stray neighbors or family members before he finally started fumbling with his own buttons. He followed you into the water, his movements hesitant and shy, a true testament to the good boy you were so intent on corrupting.
The water was so cool against your skin but the heat he was carrying as he finally sloshed towards you was undeniable. When you wrapped your legs around his waist and locked your arms behind his neck, the splashing water between you felt like static electricity. He looked at you like someone caught between wonder and fear, his large hands carefully hanging over your hips before finally settling there.
"You're gonna kill me, aren't ya?" he breathed, his voice was thick with a nervous but boyish charm. "My heart's thumping so hard I reckon the whole town can hear it."
Not giving him a chance to overthink it too much, you kissed him hard, tasting the fresh water and the sweetness of the moment. When you finally pulled back, all breathless and grinning, Jake didn't let go. His gaze was steady for the first time like was suddenly so level headed by a quiet determination.
"Be my girl?" he whispered and you couldn't deny that the question carried the weight of a lifelong promise. "Properly. Just you and me."
"Yes, Jake," you'd laughed, sealing the deal with another kiss. "I'll be your girl."
Since that day, you had made it your personal mission to test the limits of his good boy upbringing, weeks had passed and as the summer heat heightened, so did your boldness. You knew exactly what you were doing when you wore your shortest daisy dukes to help him in the barn or when you'd make a show of bending over to pick up a fallen tool just so he'd catch a glimpse of your cleavage in your milkmaid top. You'd watch him from the corner of your eye, giggling at the way he'd wipe sweat from his brow and mutter a silent prayer like a sinner in church.
The farmhouse became your favorite playground for these games, you loved to corner him in the dimly lit pantry or behind the heavy oak door of the mudroom, pressing your body flush against his and pulling him into deep kisses. You'd push your tongue into his mouth to taste his surprise and the way he'd let out a shaky huff into the back of your throat.
In those moments, Jake's hands would tremble against your waist cause his mind was a whirlwind of desire but also restraint. He had to keep reminding himself, through the fog of his own mounting hunger, that his mama raised him better than this. He was determined to be the gentleman she had raised, even if you were doing everything in your power to make him forget his own name.
The night you finally had sex, the sky was a clear navy blue with the distant chirping of crickets, it was a perfect backdrop for the date Jake had so meticulously planned. He had lined the bed of his pickup truck with soft blankets and a picnic basket, trying to create a moment as sweet and wholesome as his intentions. But as you sat there under the vast evening sky, the sweetness was quickly overshadowed by a strain that had been building for weeks.
"You're too good to me, Jakey," you whispered and reached over to kiss him.
The kiss had started off soft, like a thank you for the effort but in a flash, it shifted. The weeks of teasing in the barn and the stolen moments in the farmhouse added up in an eager need. Before he could even offer you a sandwich or an iced tea, you were straddling his lap and your fingers were fumbling with the buttons of his work shirt.
When the fabric finally fell away, you took a sharp breath and took in the sight of him. His chest and abs were carved from years of hauling hay and tilling the earth, he was built from honest, grueling farm work that left him looking like a god in the sunset. He was so hot it made your head spin.
"Please," you begged against his neck as you kissed down it. "Jake, please...I don't wanna wait anymore. Just take me."
Jake's hands were shaking as they rested on your hips but he still looked at you with nothing but devotion. "Darlin', I...Are you sure, ma? Donāt wanna hurt ya," he stammered. While he'd had his fair share of girls in the back of this truck, all meaningless flings that never quite reached his heartāyou were entirely different. You weren't just another girl from town, you were his and the heat of your body in his lap paired with the scent of your skin, was making him dizzy, like he was trapped in the terrifying space between his upbringing and the all consuming need to finally make you his.
In the cramped, intimate space of the truck bed, he managed to shift you and position himself, lining his cock with your sopping cunt. As he finally began to push into you, the reality of his size became clearāyour boyfriend was so girthy and long, a product of nature that your body wasn't quite prepared for.
A sharp gasp escaped your lips as the sensation of being filled so completely made your vision blur.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, sweet thing," Jake breathed and paused to press his forehead against yours as he searched your eyes for any sign that you wanted him to stop. He looked devastated at the thought of causing you any distress, his hands framed your face with absolute reverence. "You alright? I'll stop, I swear, just tell me..."
"Don't stop," you said to him before pulling him back down for a kiss. "Please, Jakey. Don't stop."
Reassured by your touch, he began to move again, thrusting his hip upward as his apologies began to turn into soft, worshipful murmurs of your name while he navigated the beautiful reality of your first time together. It wasn't perfect and it was definitely a far cry from the proper night his mama might have imagined for him but in the back of that truck, with the world narrowed down to the heat of his skin against yours, it was everything.
Jake's hands clamped onto your hips, the strength he'd developed from years of laboring on the farm trying to ground you as he began to bounce you up and down on his length. The pace was so unforgiving, it had your whole body shaking uncontrollably.
He looked up at you with a playful but slightly wicked gleam in his eyes that you hadn't seen before. "Not so mouthy now, are ya, peach?" he teased. "Where'd all that city girl boldness go?".
You let out a broken whimper at his words, letting your head fall back because the thrust of him hitting that perfect spot inside you head on made it impossible for you to form a coherent thought. But then, the playfulness vanished from his face and when you caught a sight of him through your tightly squeezed eyes, all you saw was an intensity so raw it made your heart skip a beat.
"I love you," he confessed abruptly but it sounded more like a vow than a sentence.
The words hit you harder than the physical sensation from how good he was fucking you. You gasped and your eyes snapped open to find him watching you with a panicked lookāas if he was terrified he'd ruined the moment by being too serious. Instead of pulling away like he had expected you to, you gripped his shoulders and started to bounce even harder, using the momentum to take every thick inch of him.
"I love you too, Jakey!" you cried out with your voice cracking from the weight of your own admission.
A look of unfiltered relief and joy broke across his face. "Oh lord," he groaned, his grip on your waist tightening as he pulled you down flush against his chest. "I'm gonna marry you. I'm gonna marry the hell out of you."
You didnāt get a chance to respond because he crashed his lips against yours in a kiss that tasted like a lifelong commitment, right there in the bed of his pickup truck.
The shock of his proposal and the unguarded honesty in his voice sent a fresh wave of arousal to your core, making you cling to him as the world narrowed down to the sound of his heavy breathing and the plap plap plap of his thighs hitting your ass. He looked at you with such consuming passion that any lingering embarrassment from your first time together completely evaporated.
"You mean that?" you whispered, your fingers tracing the line of his jaw as the first tremors of your release began to ripple through you.
"Every word, peach," Jake promised, his hands sliding up from your waist to cup your face with a reverence that had you feeling like he saw you as a goddess of some sort. "Iām gonā make you my wife."
He drove up into you one last time, a deep, final thrust that sealed the promise. You cried out his name into the quiet country night, your body arching and spasming as you came, followed closely by Jake, who huffed over and over into your shoulder as he found his own release and filled you up.
When the quiet of the valley settled back around the pickup truck, he pulled a blanket over both of your damp bodies and tucked you against his chest. He kissed the top of your head, resting his large hand protectively over your heart. Out here, under the canopy of stars and surrounded by the land he had worked his whole life, the sheltered farm boy had found exactly what he didn't know he was looking for.
"I reckon I should ask your pops for your hand now," he murmured with a happy grin, finally closing his eyes and holding you tight as if you were the most precious harvest he'd ever gathered.
neneās note āā farm boy jake who loves the shit out of me? sign me uppppppp, iām posting a lot cause im gonna be hella busy next week
š Sawada Shin x Fem!Reader š¹Ā wc: 4.2k - fluff āøāø slice of life & coming of age | takes place in the 2000's āøāø strangers to?
ā After accidentally exchanging cell phones on your way to school, both of you and the stranger have no choice but to find each other. In return of getting your phone back, you insisted to order anything for him at the cafe. But later on, when a group of guys were trying to hit on you, Shin comes to help you! (Which was mostly his home room teacher helping out). You then find out he goes to the infamous all-boys school known for its bad reputation for one of their classes, class 3-D, but that doesn't stop you from befriending him.
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WARNINGS: language/cursing āøāø violence (fighting, injuries) āøāø slight sexual jokes āøāø food (cake!) āøāø no use of y/n! (I decided to do this because I got tired of saying it) āøāø sorry if this seems rushed!Ā
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š Rose's Note: I know this will get low likes/views but at least I had fun. YOU GUYS CAN REQUEST BUT I HAVENāT SEEN THE LAST TWO SEASONS.
šØOU AND YOUR friends were on your way to school. One of them was giggling about a boy she found attractive from one of the popular all-boys' schools in your area, leaving you to let out a small chuckle. You didnāt really find it all that interesting to look at cute boys all day, since you are too busy dealing with school and finding the perfect job for when you graduate. Thatās it. Thatās all you have in mind. Boys always went later on since your mother wants you to chase after your dreams with no distractions. But you really didnāt mind your friends talking about boys because, at the end of the day, you are a teenage girl. Itās normal to find boys attractive because thatās life, and youāre also going through hormones. Plus, they never really get the opportunity to date since they go to an all-girlsā school.
āHe is so cute! Look at him!ā The girl flipped her cellphone, showing someone who looked to be around your age.
āYou even got a picture of him?!ā Your other friend says before she takes the phone to get a closer look. You peeked through the phone from above since you were sitting on a marble fence as you were waiting to leave.
āYeah, now I sound like a creep.ā The girl said, turning her head to the side.
āTechnically, what you are doing is creepy.ā You corrected the girl.
The girl threw her head back. āUgh! Why canāt you ever be on my side for once?!ā The girl whined before taking her phone back. You jumped from the fence and readjusted your backpack.
āI am on your side. Itās just what you are doing is creepy.ā The other girl snorted, trying to pull back a laugh from what you said.
āHey!ā The girl playfully hit your shoulder, āCāmon! What am I supposed to do? I donāt know how to ask him out!ā
āJust directly go up to him and ask him out and say, 'Would you like to go out sometime?ā The girl paused as she was thinking about your words.
āI suppose you arenāt wrong about that. Thatās not a bad idea for someone who never dated anyone.ā The girl said as she tapped her chin.
āYou just got to use your brain.ā You mumbled to yourself before rolling your eyes.
As the girls continued to giggle about the guy she found attractive, all of you were on your way to the crosswalk, waiting for the street signal to turn red. You let out a sigh as you watched the cars pass by.
āDo you have any plans Friday, [ ą Ė.Ā ] ?ā One of them says, turning to face you.
You pressed your lips together as you were trying to figure out whether or not you should decline the offer of hanging out at the mall to catch cute teenagers and stay home, or finally give up and join them. Staying home does sound nice, but if you decline this time, their pleading would be annoying.
āDepends.ā You answered simply. āIām not really in the mood to be around a lot of people.ā
āWhat about karaoke? We have our own rooms!ā You looked at both of them before letting out a sigh.
āFine. Iāll go.ā Your friendās faces lit up from your words before wrapping their arms around you.
āYay! Thank you!ā One of them says while tightening the hug.
āOkay, okay! Youāre suffocating me! And the light is about to switch,ā You broke out of the embrace, making the girls giggle with each other about how they finally convinced you. You couldnāt help but smile to yourself until you noticed the cross guard move in the middle, signalling you to walk across.
āLetās go,ā You say as you start walking ahead of them.
āHey, wait up!ā One of the girls said as they started catching up to you.
You walked down a narrow path down the street, and you noticed how there were kids who were from different schools walking by, and busy adults on their way to work. You noticed how everyone had different lives following in their footsteps. Different careers and roles they are playing in life. It was so simple, and you wonder if it would be like that in the future. You were afraid of what the future would be like for you, and if you would even enjoy whatever job you were getting.
As you were lost in your train of thought, you accidentally bumped your shoulder against something, or someone. The person dropped their cell phone that was in their hand, making them let out an exhale through their nose. You realized you had dropped your cell phone and immediately picked it up.
āIām sorry!ā you say as you bowed, but the person stared at you from head to toe.Ā
Once you finally got a chance to look at them, you realized it was a boy around your age looking as if he wanted to yell at you. But instead, he says, āWatch where youāre going next time.ā
You bowed again before continuing your movements across the street. Once you reached the end of the other side, you turned to see if the boy had already left, but he wasnāt fully away since he was walking with what seemed like his friends.
āThat boy looked so cute.ā One of the girls teased while leaning forward.
āOh, stop that.ā You shot a small glare before walking ahead. āHe didnāt even say sorry back.ā
āIām telling the truth! He looked so cute! He kind of looks like he would be your type with that mysterious look he gives.ā The girl raised her eyebrows.
You ignored her teasing by rolling your eyes until your phone rang, stopping your tracks. Wait a secondā¦ That wasnāt your ringtone. Your eyes widened before you searched through your bag to find your phone, which, when you pulled it out, you realized didnāt have your stickers.
āShi-ā You opened the phone to find an unfamiliar name. āGuys, I grabbed the wrong phone on my way back.ā
āWait, what?!ā One of them says, rushing over to you. āWhat do you mean you grabbed the wrong phone?ā
āItās not mine. When I was walking across the street, I accidentally bumped into that guy and dropped my phone.ā The girls realized you were starting to panic from the tone of your voice, so they went beside you.
āItās okay.ā One of the girls placed her hand on your shoulder. āWe can try to call your phone through here.ā You nodded slowly at the girlās words before going to the call icon and dialing your phone number.
MEANWHILE FROM THE BOYāS PERSPECTIVE
The boy had one backpack strap hanging from his arm while resting his hand in his pockets. He walked down the sidewalk with his friends, who were annoying him. Even though they were his friends, he couldnāt help but wish they would shut up for the whole walk, but he kept it to himself. So far, all he had heard was that his friends were spying on the girls who came from an all-girls school not too far from where they met up.
āI bet you two hundred yen the girl will say no,ā Minami says to Noda.
āWhyād you say that? You donāt believe that I can get a girl, and you canāt?ā
āWell, thatās because most of them reject you badly.ā
āOh, cāmon! Just believe me once. Shin, what do you think?ā Noda turned to face Shin, whose attention was drawn to the determined kidās face.
āWhy does it even matter?ā Was all that the quiet kid said before continuing his path.
āHey, just place a bet. Either Minami or I will get a girl first.ā Noda used his thumb to point at the other, whose eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Shin paused as he looked at both of them.
āWhy canāt either of you be a choice?ā He mumbled to himself before he walked ahead.
āAs usual, he wonāt participate.ā Their other friend, Uchi, says as a smile appeared on his face.
āOh, so you think you can get a girl before us?ā Noda leaned his head forward in a fierce way.
āI know I can. I donāt have to challenge myself against you losers.ā A cocky smirk played at the corner of Uchiās lips, which made the two boyās jaw clenched.
āWhat did you say?!ā Noda and Minami said in unison as they ganged up on the blonde-haired boy, who was laughing to himself.
āHey! Give him a break!ā Shin shouted from a distance. When the boys stopped to hear him clearly, they shot glares at each other before running over in his direction.
āSince when were you so ahead?!ā Minami says as he reaches him.
āYou guys are just slow.ā Shin reached into his pocket to grab his phone.
āAre you going to call Kuma?ā Uchi went beside him.
āYeah, thatās what Iām doing.ā Once Shin grabbed the phone, his eyes knitted in confusion. He watched as a keychain rattled against the back of the phone.
āOh, so is pink now your color?ā Noda teased.
āThis is not my phone.ā Shin looked around the phone until he heard it ring. He noticed the dialer was automatically set as āunknown numberā.
āAnswer it. Who knows if itās the person.ā Uchi nodded his head, signaling him to do so, which Shin did. Shin pressed the answer button and pressed it against his ear.Ā
āHello?ā Shin answered
āHello,ā A girlās voice spoke. āI believe that you are the person whom I bumped into earlier, but we had accidentally switched phones.āĀ
Shin moved the phone down from his ear. āItās the girl.ā
āA girl?!ā Noda and Minamiās eyes widened
āAre you able to meet up after school to return our phones, please?ā The girl said.
āYeah. Letās meet up at the cafe across the sidewalk.ā Shin insisted, agreeing with the girlās idea.
āOkay, thank you.ā The girl thanked him before hanging up. Shin moved the phone away from his ear before looking down at it.
āYou didnāt say you bumped into a girl!ā Noda slapped his hand on Shinās shoulder.
āI donāt have to explain everything that happens to me.ā Shin shoved the otherās arm off of him. The boys followed his tracks as they were making their way to the school.Ā
And like usual, their homeroom teacher greeted them by going beside them, which irritated the boys, but they didnāt bother to do anything.
āIsnāt spring so nice? Romances and flowers bloom beautifully and peacefully.ā Yankumiās attention was drawn to the sky as she watched the tree petals fall before drifting back to the boys.
āSure,ā Uchiās brows furrowed as he was moving away from her. Yankumiās smile never faded as she was looking at them until a rattling sound caught her attention.
As she was searching for the sound, she noticed it came from Shinās phone. āThatās a cute keychain!ā
āItās not mine.ā Shin placed the phone into his pocket.
āI bumped into this girl on my way here and dropped my phone. I didnāt realize I lost it until I was trying to call Kuma.ā Yankumi nodded to his response.
āJust please make sure to give it to her right away,ā Shin placed his hands in his pockets before walking ahead of her.
AFTER SCHOOL ā 3:34 P.M
You were on your way to the cafe by yourself, having to convince your friends not to tag along so they wouldnāt embarrass you. Once you opened the door, all of your senses came to you in an instant. You smelled the heavenly coffee as it was brewing in the coffee machine, desserts being passed around to the customers, and all of the sounds of lively chattering. You grabbed the phone to dial your number. When you held the phone to your ear, your eyes scanned the area.
āIām over here,ā The boy answered from the other side, making you look around again until you noticed the same boyās hand raised while the other hand held the phone.
You hung up the phone and rushed over in his direction. When you reached his table, he pushed your phone across the table, making you give him his phone back in exchange.
āThank you so much!ā You bowed, and the other nodded slowly. āCan I order something for you in return?ā
āYou donāt need to. You already returned my phone, so itās even.ā
āPlease?ā The other took a moment before sighing.
āFine. You can order one of the desserts.ā You nodded before going to the front. The boy watched as you were talking to one of the baristas who was assisting, fidgeting with his fingers before resting them on the table.
Once you were done, you sat down at the table. āIt will be here in a few minutes.ā The other nodded, crossing his arms as he was getting adjusted into the seat. āWhatās your name?ā You asked.
The boyās eyes drifted to yours. āShin. Sawada Shin.ā You nodded.
āIāmĀ [ ą Ė.Ā ].ā The boy nodded as well. āIām surprised your school allowed you to dye your hair.ā You pointed at the Oreo haircolor, mixed with dark brown and a dirty blonde.
āThey really donāt care what we do.ā You scratched your head in confusion, but didnāt question it.
āInteresting.ā You locked your fingers together.
In the past few minutes, none of you bothered to say anything, leaving you two in comfortable silence. Finally, some peace. Both you and Shin said the same thing at the same time in your heads.
āHere you go!ā The barista from the front placed your coffee and your desserts on the table. One was a coffee cake, and the other was a strawberry cheesecake. Shin watched as a smile spread across your face once you saw the cake.
Shin took the plate of coffee cake. āThanks.ā He says without looking.
āOf course.ā You replied before taking a bite out of the cake. He watched as your face softened from enjoying the food. Each bite became more satisfying as the flavors burst in your mouth.
TEN MINUTES LATER
You and Shin finished your desserts, which enlightened your mood. Shin stood up and placed his phone in his pocket as you grabbed your backpack from the chair and slung a strap over your shoulder.Ā
You turned to face the boy, āIt was nice to meet you, by the way, Shin.ā Your lips curved into a soft smile, and you didnāt expect anything in return. All he did was nod and grab out his cell phone, which was your cue to leave.
Shinās eyes followed your figure as you opened the front door and closed it with the bell decorations jingling, echoing through the small shop. Maybe he shouldāve said something, but like the nonchalant, laidback person he is, he believed he didnāt need to respond to everyone. So, he just hoped that you two would cross paths again in the future so he could give a proper thanks for the meal and his phone.
OUTSIDE THE CAFE - 6:34 P.M
The sun set behind the thick clouds, and the streetlights beamed. You knew that your mother would be worried if you didnāt come back in the next thirty minutes, so you had to rush over before you got into trouble.
The sounds of your footsteps hit the concrete as you stepped over some leaves. Before you could take another step, you felt something brush against your leg, which stopped your tracks. Your eyes landed on the problem; your shoes were untied. You blew air out of your nose in frustration before bending down to tie it. As you were tying your shoe, you got startled when you heard a whistle.
āHey, cutie.ā You instantly stood up and turned around. You noticed it was someone around your age with a gang of friends beside him. You glanced down at their clothes, which you remembered were from an elite all-boys school that wasnāt too far from the neighborhood. āWhereād you off to?ā
Your grip tightened around the strap, and you decided to walk away to ignore the situation.
āHey! Iām talking to you!ā The boy grabbed your shoulder, which you tried to shove off, but the grip became stronger. āWhy donāt you have a good time with us? Come and join us.ā
āLet me go! I donāt want to hang out with either one of you!ā You say as you were trying to escape his grip. In an instant, you bit his arm, which he let go with a groan.
Before you could finally escape them, one of them lifted you over their shoulder. āLet go of me! Help! Someone, please help!ā Your voice echoed through the neighborhood.
āHEY!ā You heard a familiar voice in the area, making your eyes widen. The boys turned to face the sound that belonged to whoever it was, which turned out to beā¦
Shin?! You thought to yourself.
Shinās jaw tightened, and he lifted his head,Ā āLet her go!āĀ
āWho the hell invited you?ā The leader says, stepping in front of him. Shin shot a glare at the boys. You noticed his hands were forming into a fist, but it seemed like he was pulling himself back.
āWait a second.ā The leader chuckled to himself. āYouāre from Shirokin High, arenāt you?ā Your brows furrowed in confusion from the boyās words. āYouāre a loser just like everyone else in that damn school.ā
Shin glanced down at his fit before looking back at the kid. āIām not going to repeat myself. Let her go.ā
Before Shin could make a move, a woman went beside Shin, and she removed her ponytail from her hair.
āLet the girl go!ā The unknown woman shouted
āAnd who might you be?ā One of the boys says.
āIām the boyās class teacher, and I wonāt let you mess with him or the innocent girl!ā You heard determination through her voice, as if she were prepared for this very moment. Shinās eyes landed on yours as his brows knitted, and he gave you a certain look, displaying āI got this.ā
Before one of the boys could swing first, the woman punched him in his stomach, kicked him to the side, and started punching the rest. The boy who carried you rushed out of the circle, but before he could leave the area, Shin punched the boy in the jaw. As the boy loosened his grip, Shin pulled you away from him.
āYou okay?ā Shin asks as he rubs his own knuckles.
You nodded, āYeah, Iām okay.ā You heard the other boyās footsteps approaching, making you turn quickly with your eyes wide, but the woman punched him before he could lay a finger on you two.
The woman swung her head to the side to move her hair away from her face. āYou guys are useless. What youāre doing is just pure violence. Real fighters go after their opponents, not innocent people.ā
The leader shot a glare, showing no interest in what she was saying. āIf I were you, Iād leave now.ā The woman bent down to their level. āOr do you want another knocking?ā The boys instantly stood up and ran away.
As the boys ran away, your mouth dropped. āWha- what was that just now? How did you do that?ā Your eyes drifted to the woman. āThank you. I really mean it.ā You bowed. āThank you so much for saving me.ā
The woman gave you a warm smile. āYou donāt need to thank me. You needed help.ā You mirrored her smile before it dropped once you saw Shin resting his hand on his fists.
āShin! Are you okay?ā You grabbed his hand to examine it. Shin didnāt bother moving back as he watched you move open his hand to see any more injuries.
āIām okay. Iāll be fine. I just need to wrap it.ā Shin moved his hand away.
āLet me help! I have a first-aid kit at home. Please. I can help both of you since you helped me.ā The woman placed her hand on your shoulder.
āIām alright. You donāt need to do that. You can help him, though.ā Before Shin could protest, she interrupted. āDo you want me to bring you home?ā The woman asks you.
āNo, Iām fine. My house is down there,ā You pointed towards the direction of your house, to which the woman nodded.
āGet home safely.ā You bowed, āAnd no need for formalities.ā
āBut-ā
āJust help him in return. He came all this way to save you after all.ā You turned to Shin, who drifted his attention elsewhere. Once you turned back to face the woman, she had already started walking away.
You opened your mouth to say something, but you closed it. āFollow me. I promise it will be quick.ā Shin nodded as he followed you.
AT HOME
After settling into your house, you grabbed the first-aid kit and laid out the needed supplies for the wavy-haired boy.
āI told you I could do it.ā Shinās eyes landed on the cotton and alcohol in front of you before making eye contact.
āI wanted to do it, though.ā You poured alcohol on the cotton. You saved me.ā
Shin tilted his head. āYouāre really not going to give up on that, will you?ā
āWhat?ā Shin stared at you. āWhat? Iām being serious.ā
āUsing the same answer as in I saved you.ā Shinās eyes never left yours, even when youāre focusing on something else.
āBut you never told me to stop, did you?ā You glanced at him before patting the cotton on his injury to disinfect it. āSo youāre fromā¦ā Shin looked up at you, waiting for you to continue. āYouāre from that school?ā
āWhat about it?ā
āNothing. Itās not like I think of you weirdly. In fact, I think what you did was very kind and not what people would expect from an allegedly bad school.ā Shin chuckled.
āI wouldnāt use the term kind.ā
āThen what kind of word would it be then?ā Shin didnāt answer back, earning a smirk from you. āSo, the word is kind.ā The corner of Shinās lips crooked to the side as he was scanning around the area.
As you were about to grab the wrapping bandage, Shin spoke up. āWhat school do you go to?ā
āYamanashi High. The all-girls school is a block away from the cafe.ā Shinās eyes dropped to the uniform as he was collecting his thoughts. āAlso, how do your teacher know how to fight? That was pretty cool what she did back there.ā
āShe said she took martial arts when she was younger.ā Shin came up with a lie instantly to hide the reasoning behind his teacherās fighting. Even if he wanted to tell you the truth, he couldnāt because who knows if you'll see him in a different way than how youāre seeing him now.
You nodded. āOne day she should teach me.ā You joked, but the other didnāt let out a sound or change his facial expression. Instead, he stared before looking around. āAre you able to pull up your sleeve?ā Shin nodded as he followed your instructions.
You grabbed the wrapping that was stored inside the kit and began measuring the size of his hand with the polyester material before slowly wrapping it around it. Your movements were steady and precise as your eyes were focused on what you were doing. Shin was impressed by your wrapping skills, but once again, he kept his words to himself.
After you finished wrapping his hand, Shin pulled his hand back and nodded in approval of your work.
āThanks,ā Shin says while pulling down his sleeve.
āOf course.ā You gave a quick smile before closing the aid kit. āYouāre free to leave now.ā Shin stood up and pushed the chair back against the table.
āThank you again. For returning my phone and doing this.ā
āYou already said it. You donāt need to repeat it.ā Shin just stared for a few moments before going towards the entrance of your house. You followed his steps as he opened the door.Ā
You watched as he walked down the street, and you let out a relaxed sigh. Before you decided to go back inside, someone shouted in the distance.
ā [ ą Ė.Ā ] !ā Your eyes widened as you paused your movements. You turned your head to meet the otherās eyes.Ā
āWhen will I see you again?ā Your mouth parted as you were trying to find your words.
Your lips curved into a smile, āAny time. Can we exchange numbers?ā The boy approached your figure, grabbed his cell phone, and gave it to you, and in exchange, you gave him yours. After a few moments, you placed your phone back in your backpack, and he placed his in his pocket.
āSee you later,ā Shin nodded at your words and watched as you disappeared into your house.
Shin didnāt even realize he was smiling until he heard a familiar voice speak up. āIs that a smile I see?ā Shinās smile faded before clicking his tongue against his teeth.
āWhere did you come from-.ā The boy was interrupted by the sneaky womanās words.
āYou already like her, donāt you?ā Yankumi playfully nudged her shoulder against his.
āStop saying weird things like that.ā Shin shoved his shoulder away before walking away.
For the first time, Shin finally found something worth waiting for in the future. Something that can make him enjoy hanging out other than being with his friends most of the time.
āāāā being in a situationship w/ your classmate, nerd!jake sim & having to wait until lunch time to makeout with him in the janitor's closet
1.3k ā± featuring whipped!nerd classmate!jake sim x popular!fem reader š genre fluff, secret rela, romcom, downbad!jake āļ½” song dirty little secret, the all-american rejects warnings makeout sesh / kinda suggestive, profanity, too many mentions of jakeās hands šÕ Üø.Ė¬.ÜøÕš¦Æ
( ā°šŖ½ ) āā inspired by my own experience.. i rlly like nerd!jake and his hands as U CAN TELL ( ā¢ĢÆĢ ā ā¢ĢÆĢ) nawt proofread srry 4 any typos! likes&reblogs r appreciated! mwah this is my ty gift for my babies following me š i do hope y'all like it š„¹
THEREāS SOMETHING ADDICTIVE ABOUT JAKEāS PERFUME.
Not only that, youāre addicted to the way his hands feel when interlocked with yours. When you smell his scent and feel his touch against your skināyour brain blanks out, like you canāt think properly.
All five senses of your body suddenly stop working like itās supposed to do. Specifically when Jake is holding you so tight like he wants to merge his body with yours. You can feel his entire body heat and the scent of the strong cologne that you bought for him as a Valentines gift.
āFuck, I missed you so much,ā he mutters with closed eyes as he sniffs the top of your hair. He was like a puppy trying to sniff his owner. You giggle, trying to push him off playfully. But he wonāt let you. Heās keeping you in his arms forever if he could.
āI missed you too, Jakey.ā you look up at him. His thick-framed glasses were slipping down his yummy nose bridge (that you wanted to bite) as he looked back at you. You try hard not to bite your lip too much, seeing how attractive he looked clinging on to you.
The two of you were stuck inside the janitorās closet, squeezed into the tiny space where there was a wet dripping mop on Jakeās newly bought Adidas.
Well, you guys werenāt actually stuck.
The janitorās closet was where you two secretly meet up every lunch, when everyone was way too busy eating and gossiping to care about where the most popular girl on campus and the nerdiest boy in Section 1 disappeared to.
I mean, thereās no other place where you two can freely makeout and not get caught by the principal that freaks out when he sees couples.
āCan I kiss you?ā he asks, like he isnāt looking at you right now like he wants to devour you.
Truth be told, Jake always looked like he wanted to eat you up. Sometimes, he looks at you like youāre the most beautiful human being created. Sometimes, he looks at you like youāre a freshly cooked and sliced A4 Wagyu Steak.
But you love how he looks at you.
Especially when he makes eye contact with you during class hours. When he stared at you intensely, knowing that you were sweating in your chair as the professor talked about Newtonās Laws of Motion.
Actually, during Physics class, all you thought about was Jakeās veiny hands cradling your face.
What about Isaac Newton and his laws?
Because you cared more about Jake Sim and his mouth-watering hands.
āYou donāt really have to ask like itās your first time kissing me,ā you say, watching him cradle your face. Jake chuckled and squishes your cheeks like youāre a needoh squishy.
āYouāre so cute. And so pretty. This is all mine?ā
He softly caresses your lips, making you swallow nervously.
This wasnāt your first rodeo. Jake loved kissing you so much, itās his favorite thing to do in the whole wide world.
Jake halts. Your brows furrowed, observing the way his eyes lit up.
"Baby, did you know thatā¦whenever we kissā¦our DNA stays on each otherās lips for 60 minutes?ā
You tilted your head before bursting out laughing. āYeah? For an hour? What about it?ā
āThen.. that would mean.. I should kiss you every hour,ā he exclaims, āso that we have each otherās DNA for a long time.ā
Jake looks at you like he just proposed the best theory ever. Better than Newtonās motion theory.
āIsnāt that likeā¦yucky?ā you ask, teasing him. His smile falters, lips turning into a pout.
āNo way, itās not!ā he tries to argue. āIt just means we love each other, okay?ā
āWhatever. Just kiss me, nerd,ā you demanded, pulling Jake by his tie. His face just a few inches above yours as his lips quirked up at your command.
Of course, Jake would never deny your request. Nor would he pass the opportunity to have his lips on yours. Like mentioned earlier, he loved kissing you, like itās his passion.
His hands cupped your jaw, before pressing a soft peck on your lips. Then, he lowers his hands from your face.
āHey!ā you watched as he pulls away while chuckling. āYouāre jokingā¦ā
You grumble, upset at the peck. Lunch is ending and you havenāt gotten a proper kiss from him yet. Itās annoying, especially when he teases you. Every time Jake kisses you, he tries to rage bait you first by just giving you a peckāso that youād end up wanting more.
Before you could curse him out and complain, he presses his lips against yours again. This time, a little rougher, with a hand on the back of your neck and another on your waist to hold you still.
Jakeās lips were so soft and sweet, it was addicting to taste. The flavor of the mint gum you gave him earlier still lingering in his mouth. Your lips parted slightly, allowing his tongue to slip inside. Instinctively, your fingers grab his hair, a desperate attempt to pull him closer to you.
Your heart begins racing as you deepened the kiss, you hear Jake let out a whimper. His grip on your waist tighten. The smell of your perfume and the scent of the shampoo you used made Jake dizzyāit smelled like you and that drives him crazy.
He was intoxicated with you. All he could smell is you and your taste made his knees buckle.
āMore,ā he pleads against your lips, breath unsteady now. The glasses heās wearing started fogging up, but he couldnāt care less. You let out an amused chuckle, pulling away to prop his glasses on his hair.
"There.ā You now see his heavy lidded eyes give you that gaze, that gaze like he seriously wanted to get on his knees for you.
āFuck, I just want to keep on kissing you,ā he whines, āI want you so bad.ā
You roll your eyes. āCan we make out forever?ā Jake adds, pouting once again. He rests his forehead against yours. āPleeaaaseee?ā
You can practically see his tail wagging. āJakey, thereās five minutes left before Chemistry class starts.ā
He puts back his glasses on his face, hair messy from the makeout session you two just had. Which, by the way, happens like every lunch breakāand if you ask Jake, heād want it to happen not only during lunch breaks, but every break time as well.
āProf. Chem is never early to our class. We can afford a few more minutes, yeah?ā
āMore kissing?ā you raised your brow, letting him pull you close to him again. He nodded, giving you a geeky smile.
āMore kissing. Iāll help you out with your Physics homework later as a reward,ā he whispers to you, now giggling.
You sigh. āShouldnāt it be the opposite? Help me out with Physics and Iāll kiss you as a reward?ā
āOhā¦ thatās okay too. How ābout we do both?ā
Come on, the guy is just in love with you. He cannot resist kissing you. If someone made Jake choose between getting anything he wanted or getting to kiss you for hours straightā¦ of course, heād pick you.
The opportunity to kiss you is the greatest opportunity given to Jake.
āHmm.. how aboutā¦ā you lean forward. āLetās first get out of this closet now, please. Then, you can get all the kisses you want later.ā
Your response sparks excitement inside him. āYESāā he shouts, you immediately slap a hand on his mouth. āSorryā¦ā he murmured, now cheering in a tiny voice instead.
Forcefully, you pulled him by his pantās belt loop, giving him a quick peck on the lips. His smile widens, like he was a teenage boy kissed by his crush for the first time.
Before he could even kiss you backāthe closetās door suddenly swung open.
āI FUCKING KNEW IT!ā
Jungwon stood there with his phoneās camera open and recording. āI caught you two in 4K bitches! New headline: Biggest Nerd and Most Popular girl on HYBE Campus caught making out the entire lunch break.ā
PART ONE āāā you run a hate account against mayor!jake, but in real life? youāre his one and only favorite journalist that he has a big fat crush on. heāll also do anything to get you to interview him again and again (ą¹Ā°oĀ°ą¹)
pairing downbad/mayor!jake x manhater/journalist!fem reader: youāre jakeās #1 hater, while jake is your no 1 fan š genre romcom crack smau, letās not idolize politicians, same universe as my hoon smau ā¶ warnings profanity, use of y/n, very chaotic lolšĖ ą£Ŗā¹
( ā°šŖ½ ) āā after husband!hoon, we have mayor!jake (as i teased in my hoon smau) <3 i had to delete some tweets bcuz the limit is till 30 only arghh T__T users hotgirlssupremacy & angelkisses r reader's acc! likes, comments, & reblogs r always appreciated <3 mwahh
( ā°šŖ½ ) āā no divider again bcuz of the pic limit LMFAOO i didnt realize i went over 30 :'(( so for part 2, i'll add those parts that didnt make the cut ! ALSO after i post this, im making the hoon smau part 3 !
the friendly neighborhood masked vigilante fancies you?
pairing ĖĖĖ spider-man/symbiote stalker!jay x fem!reader ĖĖĖ
genre: heavy/dark themes, smut minors do not interact, stalker au, spider-man au, morally grey and obsessive jay, manipulation, stalking, p with plot, p with feelings, obsession, anxiety
word count: 32.4k
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, p in v, 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)
lilyās 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.
āThis is Vamp Radio, the number 1 crime report station signing on to bring the crimes right to your ears from around the cityā
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 wouldāve 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 itās all gone before his eyes.
But that isnāt his choice. Itās 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 Jayās 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 canāt deny the thrill he feels when heās just seen as Spider-Man and not as the preppy no good daddyās money Jongseong everyone loves to paint him as but not youāYou saw him as a human being, a regular living creature burdened by the world's sins on his shoulders.
You gave him what heās 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 āThank you for all that you do Spider-Manā falling from your perfect lips.
He was servicing the justice he deemed worthy towards others, himself, and now most importantly, youāthe 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 heās 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 whoās name heās 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 couldnāt keep themselves together. He isnāt accumulated with them, heās 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 werenāt for the societal norms his parents and every adult heās ever known shoved down his throat, he wouldāve 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 didnāt realize heās 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 heās 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 isnāt 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 thisāto 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 wasnāt fully sure about him being alive though.
Seeing you for the first time, you looked fragileāway more than him that someone could come and scoop you off your feet and take you away from him which wouldnāt be far before heād 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. Heās 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.
āAre you okay?ā The pitch of your voice was soft almost like a whisper that if he werenāt paying attention to you he wouldāve missed it and heād 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 couldnāt move his body. His fingers were rigid, his arms like stone and his cheek stuck to the pavement like a squished bug.
āDo I need to call for help?ā Your eyes widened whilst a worried expression washes over you again, āStay right hereā 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 āin loveā. It was described as a rush of emotions, it was there for one moment and gone the next but itāll dully linger around from what his father told him.
With the ultimate revelation that his father didnāt know what true love is because he never experienced itābut itās okay. Jay will make sure to tell him what itās all about because heās 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 werenāt 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.
āAre you alright?ā 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, āSpider-Man?ā
If he didnāt have his mask, he could kiss his scary demeanor as the mask menace goodbye. He wouldāve crumbled right before you because even though he does good for the world and picks up on the cityās 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, āCan you stand? Are you hurt anywhere?ā 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 adamās 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 couldnāt let go, he loved the feeling, the pain it brought himāit 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 couldnāt 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 couldnāt fall more in love but he was wrong. Heās heard of the cliche saying of āyour smile brightened my dayā, 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 heās met with whenever heās faced with people, with or without the mask. It welcomed him like no other, into a world that he didnāt know of and was fully ready to dive head first into it. It was quick, slow and easy, nothing too extreme nor extravagantāit was beautiful and heart warming.
Heād do anything and he truly means anything to grace even just a breath to experience your world.
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 couldnāt 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 itās 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 couldnāt 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 employeesā 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 āyour prime yearsā you yelled before itās too late and according to your words ādie old and aloneā.
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 wasnāt sure if heād 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 heād 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 heāll 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 youād fall asleep to some run of the mill tv show.
āYou know I ran into Spider-Man this week?ā 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 heād 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 couldnāt 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 friendās words, his face scrunched when you let out an airy laugh. Were you mocking him? No, you couldnāt. You donāt have the heart to, he knows you.
āHe was sort of laying down flat on the pavementāface 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 glanceā You scoffed out loud during your ramble like you just couldnāt comprehend it, the tension rising with each of your words, he knew this tone, you were angry for him
āI just feel bad, you know? I canāt 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 deservesā
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 couldnāt 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 werenāt on the phone and paying attention, youād 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 canāt 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, thatās how heāll win the race.
Too preoccupied with his own thoughts that he didnāt 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? Itās the midst of winter and your apartment is freezing cold, remembering you complaining about the heater not working for the 3rd time this month, youāre coming to get something to warm you through the night which he wouldāve offered to do so if he wasnāt 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 youāre 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 itās 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 heās gathered, it wasnāt 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 itās bad, itās 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.
āA party?ā He heard you say in the comforts of your apartment, āI donāt knowā¦ā 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. āNothing, just some spider that freaked me outā You talked under your breath
As your friend continued on her thrilled tangent that youāre finally stepping foot outside of your apartment for something fun instead of what she likes to call it, āyour usual boring lifeā. You gave a half heartedly smile knowing she wouldnāt 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 didnāt 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 didnāt 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. āApologizes to your friendā
Youāre 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 spiderāwishing 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 whatās around to only focus on you, completely at your mercy as you destroy.
Itās been exactly 20 days, 5:49 and 32 seconds in the afternoon since you and Jay first met. Now it isnāt crazy that he remembers that, it would be more insane if he didnāt.
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 youāve 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 youād 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 heād 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 wouldnāt 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 wouldnāt 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 youāve 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 perfectionāAll that was missing was you.
As he assessed the tab, he made a note that whenever you lend your computer to him, heās to remind you to put a password on itāone 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 wouldāve 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 youāgetting 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 āpay now and efficiently!ā He scoffed. Of course it could only be done efficiently if you had the money which he knew you didnāt. 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 doesnāt 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 ārandomlyā selected employee that would receive an even higher bonus for every hour worked.
He hopes the money youāll 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 couldnāt believe it. You were searching for toys. Fake, Silicon, and might he add small things that couldnāt 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 wouldāve made his heart race at the idea of preparing your body but it pissed him off because it was obvious you werenāt doing it for him because you didnāt 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 youāve sat in that heās 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, heās 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.
āFuckā 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 doesnāt 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 couldnāt 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 werenāt 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 wasnāt repelling, rather you didnāt 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 youāre done getting ready and are heading out for the party that for some reason settled a nagging nudge in you.
Jay tries to make a short list why you would date him right off the bat and at the top of the listāthe only thing he truly has going for him is that heās Spider-Man but not without the mask is he. Heās 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 itās 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 wasnāt 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 doesnāt understand. Why werenāt you flocking around him like everyone else in this damn party? Shouldnāt 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 doesnāt 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 youāll 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 wonāt 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 werenāt 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 didnāt 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, Jayās body didnāt 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 wouldāve been more enjoyable to have your first encounter not be at a party but it would have to do. It wouldāve 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 heād whisk you away into the sunset, madly in love. Thatās how itās 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 youāany kind of guy you want him to be. You want a husbandāa 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.
āExcuse meā 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 youāve met before but it was comforting rather than intimidating because underneath all that bark was no biteāyou 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.
Jayās 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.
āCarefulā 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 couldnāt 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, āAre 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, āTake care of yourself okay?ā
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.
āWhat was that?! Were you talking to him?ā Your friend screeched through the dull music
āNot really?ā The unease in your tone let your friend huff out in a hidden annoyance
āDo you know who that is?ā
āAm I supposed to?ā Your forehead crinkled as you stared at her wondering why she was getting worked up over some random guy at this party
āThatās Park Jongseong. World class trust fund kid from the Park Empire. You might know him better as the one that signed your bonusā 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 mustāve 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.
Now Jay knew he wasnāt 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 werenāt. Heās there to protect youāhe 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.
āWhatās wrong?ā 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
āNothing, just wanted to admire the scenery before we headed back to yoursā
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 safetyājust like how his duty called for him to do as your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man. Youād 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 wasnāt 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 nightāan 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 boyfriendāthankful that heās letting you sleep the night to pass the hangover to happen.
Yet, when they thought you werenāt 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 didnāt 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 hadnāt 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 somethingāanything to be bestowed upon you to entangle yourself with to get your mind off of it and experience the unexpected.
Adjusting the camera perfectly appointed to your bedroom window. Jay couldnāt be happier because itās always been on his mind to do this but he was just too scared to actually go through with it.
That was until tonightās interaction with you, where he felt his fear gone.
He peeked his masked face in frame and while you couldnāt 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 fanāSpider-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 wasnāt 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 mustāve been stressed for the party, he means you rarely go out that isnāt for your job, groceries, or for the walks to reconnect with nature. So he could only assume that you went all out. It mustāve 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 mustāve 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 wasnāt 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 wouldāve faded but not for him. He can smell it like how it mustāve 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, thatās 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 wouldāve- 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 garmentāa 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 heās 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.
āFuckā He groaned softly as he jerked his lower body for a relief of friction, āSo sweetā 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 wasnāt your pussy but itāll 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 shouldnāt 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.
āS-Shitā 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. Jayās 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, Jayās heart raced at the thought that youāve slept in this very placeācomfortably 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. āPlease. More, I need youā He panted heavily
Trying to regulate his breathing was a failure when all of his senses were filled with you and yet, he wouldnāt 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 didnāt 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 doesnāt 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 JayāPark Jongseong the man you donāt pay attention to but with due time you will.
Thankfully, he doesnāt fret when it comes to exposing himself for you regardless of who he is portrayingāSpider-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.
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 didnāt 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 wasnāt a surprise nor new when he swung closer by your window to check whatās going on. He never thought heād 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 wasnāt too far off from the truth considering how everything he does is for you, it didnāt 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 itās for the better. Since he canāt be with you and take care of you the way he should be, you have to improvise until it is time.
He doesnāt 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 heāll hear it from his secretary if heās a minute late.
But you were a sight that he couldnāt rip himself away from. Jayās heart was hammering out of his chest that even if you were separated from him, there was no way you couldnāt 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 couldnāt 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 couldnāt 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 wouldnāt allow some sicko to get near you or even have the thought of doing so. He takes a mental note to build something that doesnāt 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, heāll make sure you do the same. Thatās 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 didnāt 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.
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 wouldnāt 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.
āOh my god- Are you okay?!ā Jayās head was pounding faster than his own heart which was more than ironic, he felt so off that he couldnāt 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 didnāt feel like he was in any controlāas 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.
āH-Hey?ā 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, āSpider-Man? Are you okay?!ā 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?
āIām going to call an ambulance! Just hang in there please?ā 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 wasnāt 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 mustāve 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 canāt send him to the hospital. Not in this state. His identity would be at stake, you couldnāt 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, āSpider-Man?ā 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.
āI am so sorryā 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 couldnāt 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 worldās 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, youād 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 couldnāt ignore the admiration you had for the body under the suit but you most definitely couldnāt 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 didnāt matter what was said about the masked man through the countless media on himāHe 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.
āOh Spider-Manā¦ā 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 werenāt 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.
āIāll be right back Mr. Spider-Manā 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 schemeānot 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. āI read somewhere that you can still hear even if you're unconsciousā
āI donāt know how true that isā You chuckle and shrug your shoulders, āBut it seems to work for everyone in the movies so Iām thinking why not try it?ā
āLife is pointless if you donāt take risks, isnāt that right Spider-Man?ā 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. āI should listen to my own words right? Staying in this crappy place and city just to prove a point, it seems stupid but Iām a stubborn personā
āI just want to be seen you knowāWell youāre seen everydayā You trailed off before picking up on your rant, āWhat I mean is that, I want to be taken seriouslyā
āAnd if I want that to come true Iām going to do everything I can to make sure it happens. Circumstances are different but isnāt it the same for you?ā 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, āYou already risk your life everyday fighting crime, always taking the risk of your life for the betterment of our cityā
āI just canāt 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 youāre choosing to seize itā 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
āWhatever the case may be, I know youāre not like anyone else in this city and thatās a breath of fresh airā You smile and switch off the lights, āGoodnight Spider-Manā
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 doesnāt 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 wasnāt 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.
Thereās been many instances where heās 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.
āYouāre awakeā You sounded almost relieved to see him there and he tried to remember what happened that led to this
āI-Iā His words jumbled together trying to articulate some type of response that didnāt end with him embarrassing himself in front of you, āIā-Iām uh making a mess right nowā
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 heās been in multiple times and you arenāt freaking out seeing him there.
Instead you're worried for him.
You let out a chuckle, āSheets can be cleanedā 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-
āThank youā Jay noticed how your face contorted when he breathlessly praised you
āWhat?ā 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. Heās 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.
āFor patching me up. I mean I got my ass handed to me and I guess accidentally met face first with your window when swinging awayā 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
āI didnāt take off your mask I swear!ā You rushed out in one breath, āI was only working with what I could see, I promise I didnāt take offā
Your ramble stops when Jay laughs and you stay rooted in place. You didnāt say anything until he stopped clutching his stomach from laughing so hard. āItās okay I believe youā He sighs happily when stops the laughter
You knitted your brows in confusion, āYouāre 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?ā
āWell do you?ā While you couldnāt see it, you certainly could feel the pointed eyebrow raise he had while asking
āOf course notā
āThen problem averted and no need to worryā Jay smiles and you see the curves of his cheekbones and dimples popping out from it
āYou have dimplesā You mindlessly pointed out but quickly sucked in a breath, āIām sorry I didnāt mean to say that out loudā
āItās okay and yeah I have them but I canāt say theyāre very noticeableā Jay tried to hold back the bigger smile wanting to show when your gaze kept flickering between his cover and exposed half, āBut they're there I promiseā
He couldnāt 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.
āWhat happened?ā 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
āOh nothing I just realized I have to fix my mask nowā It was obvious you were contemplating something but he stayed silent to wait for you to speak
āDo you know how to sew or fix it?ā
āNoā Jay doesnāt 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, āI donāt know how Iām going to get it fixed in all honestyā
āI-I uh I could fix itā¦ā Your voice trails off and he purposefully pretends he couldnāt hear you just to hear you repeat it again, āI could uhm fix it for you if you want..?ā
āItāll take me a while but Iām sure I can do itā You tried to fake confidence and Jay couldnāt contain himself as he rubs the bottom half of his face to conceal the smile, āThat is if youāre okay with it of course!ā
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.
āIād be more than happy to have you help meā Jay smiles warmly and you could tell it was genuine
āOnly if you say yesā You murmur and Jay didnāt think his smile could grow any wider than what it is now
From the morning he woke up in your room to now, heās surprised you allowed it so easily but he isnāt 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 courseāhe isnāt a monster, he has his manners, as he listened to the advice youāre 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 JayāA 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-Manās 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 didnāt care for what was under the mask because you knew insideāhis heart was full of sincerity.
āAre you okay?ā You asked and you could hear the shuffling from behind you
āYeah I am. Itās justā¦ā 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, āYou should put something on your ceiling, itās too blandā
You scoff hearing his remark and roll your eyes, he pokes the inside of his cheek with his tongue to stifle a giggle, āWhat? Iām being serious, walking up there is so boringā
āOh Iām so sorry! Next time I go shopping, Iāll be sure to buy glow in the dark stars for youā 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 didnāt want to expose him when it was clear he didnāt 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.
āI would like that a lotā Your hands balled on your lap when his hot breath fanned your ear, āI have a gift for youā 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.
āWhy a gift?ā Jay smiles and keens his head to see how you only looked ahead, not daring to even take a sneak peek at him, āI mean you didnāt have to get me anythingā
He hovers your shoulder, his eyes sparkling at you as he keeps himself from laying on it, āBut I wanted toā You could hear the pout in his voice and you let out a relieved sigh when he pulled away
Jay smirks that you hadnāt 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 itās accumulated with your favorite flowers. You reached to pick them from the anchor he made for you, āHow did youā¦ Theyāre not in season right nowā
āWhen youāre on a mission, anything is possible. And I really wanted to get a pretty bouquet for a beautiful personā 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, āThese are my favorites actuallyā
āOh really? Lucky guessā Jay hums which he knew was far from the truth, he did his research, it wasnāt hard for someone like him and heād 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. Itās been far too long since you received anything like this so the thought and process made you feel giddy.
āYou really didnāt have to get anything for me-ā You wanted to say a name, any name that wasnāt correlated to the hero but youāre reminded he isnāt your friend. You were a civilian helping him out even though you know things no stranger should know about the hero, āSpider-Manā You finish your sentence like a harsher reminder of the relation
āI know I didnāt have to but I wanted to, thatās the difference ā 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
āThank youā 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
āOf courseā 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, heād 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.
āItās a little cold here donāt you think?ā 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, āThe heater is always brokenā
āDoesnāt it get really cold in here?ā You wondered how he knew just how cold it could get in here but he read your mind, āMy place is the same way when the heat is offā
āJust a littleā You hide your face into the flowers because even though he couldnāt see the flush burning your cheeks, you didnāt want any suspicion of it, āI think I just got used to itā
āDo you feel it?ā
Jay lays his full body against your chair and knocks his head back with a soft thud, he peers up and sees how you didnāt turn around once, āNopeā, his body burns even in your freezing cold apartment when he looks up and sees the back of your head,āYeah I donāt feel it at allā
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 wasnāt 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 werenāt 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 youād 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.
āHow..? Unfuckingbelievableā You dust yourself off from the touch of him on your clothes, āBumps into me and canāt give a simple apology? Heās just like everyone else in this damn cityā
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 doesnāt 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 havenāt 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 didnāt make sense why this feeling was back, āI was doing so goodā 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, āHey I was just in your apartment and-ā You apologize just loud enough as you rush towards the stairs to quickly get to your apartment, forgetting how to control your worry when youāre 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 werenāt 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 youāve been spending time with and the feeling disappearing because of him.
That was when it clicked in your mind when the words, āItās me!ā 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.
āHey itās meā 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 wouldāve 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 didnāt 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.
āWoah, whatās wrong? Is everything okay?ā 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 wasnāt anything like the pat on his shoulder you usually do and he wasnāt 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, āIām sorryā You spoke into his chest but the hero shook his head and tightened his grip on you
āDonātā He whispers into your ear and you swore you hear the smile in it, āItās okay, Iām here nowā
āCan you please stay the night?ā 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 didnāt think possible. āFuckā You heard him mutter under his breath, āOf course I can. I can stay as long as you need me toā
You bury your head into his body, allowing the safe haven to consume you whole.
āPlease take the bedā Fighting with the mask hero was a losing battle, he was as equally, if not even more stubborn than you are, āI can just take the couch, itās okayā
āI rather lay my life down than let you sleep on the couch. You can take your own bed and Iāll take the couch. Hell, Iāll even take the floor if you asked me to stay in the roomā You stare at the male in shock, he was so determined to make you stay but you were too
Thatās how you find the ultimatum, āThe bed is big enough for two peopleā Of course Jay knew that, having rested in it multiple times whether you were home or not. However, there werenāt 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 heād have to do everything in his power to make sure no weirdos get near you. Donāt 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.
āYou look funny in my clothesā You point out the contrasting clothing on the male instead of his usual black spandex suit, his chest vibrates as he laughs and you canāt control the corner of your lips going up
āIt was either that or sleeping in my suit. Itās quite comfy I canāt lie but your clothes are betterā 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. āIs it a heart or a butterfly?ā Jay knew what you were talking and he shrugged his shoulders and peered down to you
āIt can be whatever you want it to beā 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 Jayās 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, āI think itās a butterflyā
āThen itās a butterflyā Jay couldnāt 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
āYour heart is beating really fast you know thatā He curses in his head trying to think of some excuse, āItās comfortingā
āIs it?ā You could hear the confusion in his voice but you nestled your cheek in the built chest and softly nodded your head
āBecause it means that youāre realā You slurred the ending of your sentence as your eyelids grow heavy that you couldnāt 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.
āWhat was that?ā 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, āIām not going anywhere sweetheartā
There was something off the moment he arrived. Your smile didnāt reach your eyes like it always did when he knocked on your window to be let in. There wasnāt 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 couldāve 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 wasnāt 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 thisāhad he known, he wouldāve 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 didnāt know he had this much of an effect on you without even exposing himself.
āI donāt know why I am getting so worked up over this nowā 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, āIt just annoys me Spider-Manā 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. āAm I insane for thinking like that? You probably think Iām crazy for getting worked up on thisā
āNo. No. No. I would never nor could Iā 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 werenāt expecting to see a face next to you when you opened your eyes, you certainly didnāt 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 wouldnāt face him without it on. He sighs heavily as he listened to you, āItās actually more frustrating to see our city taxes going to the rich instead of more important thingsā You lay back in your chair with a huff, āLike that Park Jongseong dudeā
He immediately stiffed at the mention of, well him, rolling off your mouth. Hearing his full fleshed out name thatās always used in a professional light didnāt 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, āBut just what about him makes you so angry?ā 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
āItās the way he holds power and does nothing with it but flaunt his money and drops doses of charity in the name of goodā You scoff, remembering seeing his name signed on the constant bonuses you get because of him, āMr. Park this, Mr. Park that, his mom and dad do this. Like please spare me from the bullshitā
āBut what if heās just, I donāt know, some regular guy? Maybe someone you could even get along with! He might be a really good guy and you just donāt know it yetā Jay is trying his best to keep his voice from cracking but fails miserably and ultimately covers its up by an awkward laugh
āSomeone like him doesnāt go someone like meā You slammed the mask on your desk in anger, āHeād keep me on a hook and get rid of me when heās sucked me dry like some damn vampireā
āSo what? Youāre purposefully avoiding him because of that? Because you think heās some scum?ā
You don't answer and seeing you shrug your shoulders made him angry, āBetter to keep me away from him if he even dares to cross paths with me againā
āNo- What are- This is just stupid!ā You could tell he instantly regretted his choice of words and volume when he quickly closed his mouth and sighed heavily. āIām sorry-ā
You cut him off before he could say anything else, āI think you should goā You suddenly stand up from your chair making it creek under the abrupt movements, āIām tiredā
āI didnāt mean to say thatā You ignored the heroās existence and he could swear he felt his soul shattering, āIām sorry! Hold onā 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 heās Jongseong but this isnāt right. He was Spider-Man right now, the hero you grew comfortable with. He wasnāt the man you despised but it feels like heās nothing too now.
āLook at me pleaseā 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 werenāt ready to face the hero, especially without his mask.
But Jay needed you to look at himāit 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. āPlease look at meā¦ā 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, āI want you to see meā This plea was the one to break you
You looked up and truly you were expecting anyone else that wasnāt the familiar face in front of you watching you with gleam but horror mixed together. You took a step back that you wouldāve stumbled over your feet but Jayās grip forbade you from moving an inch away from him.
āJ-Jongseong? Mr. Park? Jay?ā Your voice trailed off with every name associated with the male in front of you, āSpider-Man?ā
Left to piece together the faces and memories of the person youāre meant to hate and the hero that youāve grown so fond of quickly standing in front of you, holding your waist that always made you feel safe.
āWhat theā¦ Is this some joke?ā You snapped and pushed his chest with harsh force, āYouāve been playing with me like some idiot?ā
āNo!ā 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?
āI wouldnāt even think of evening playing with you. I had no choice but to conceal my identity, you know this! I-I didnāt know how you would react and hearing you talk about me, I just-ā
āSo you just decided itās the perfect time to show yourself to me?ā You laugh but not in disbelief but in a mocking manner, āEven hearing me what I said about youā 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 youāve known him. āI canāt believe I let you into my lifeā
āWhat are you saying?ā Jayās voice grew small as he cowers into his own space, he stares at you with glossy eyes and your heart twinged at the sight
āThat it was a mistake getting close to you! I confided in you and idiotically trusted you ā The way your eyes dulled when looking at himāthe spark no longer there, the eyes that refused to look at him without his mask now stared him down to nothing
āIām still the same man from before. You didnāt care who I was then, why does it matter now?!ā 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, āPlease donāt do this. Donāt leave meā
āGet outā You point to your window, āGet the hell out Spid- Jongseongā You correct your words from calling him the masked hero, he wasnāt just Spider-Man to you anymore, he was your worst fear
Someone so great that actually paid attention to you.
Jay stares at you, heās never experienced a greater pain than this and heās 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 didnāt have to look at him was another.
The moment of silence filled your room and you stared at your wall and the chipping paint didnāt do anything to take your mind off him. Silently sighed, realizing how you were actingāit 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 doesnāt believe in the superstition of being at the wrong place at the wrong time, trusting that thereās 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 wasnāt 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 couldnāt handle. A simple fix is all it takes. He knows what needs to be done but for now heāll 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.
āP-Pleaseā 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. Itās bad on his part that he doesnāt even remember why he picked on this perp. But like the saying goes āWrong place, Wrong timeā
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 didnāt 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 couldāve meant what you said. He is Park Jongseong and that Park Jongseong is Spider-Man. You were just merely blinded by a facade he didnāt 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 wouldnāt 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.
āIām sorry I wonāt do it againā 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
āOf course you wonātā 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 couldnāt see his face, the perp could feel the bleeding rage of Spider-Man. āYou think this is funny?ā
āWhat about this is funny to you?ā
āNothing manā 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
āThe news was right about you. You are just some freakā 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 pictureājust 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.
āCanāt blame you, she looks like an absolute beauty. But she wonāt ever love you man if you keep going like this. Honestly, take my advice and-ā The sentence wasnāt completed when Jay kicked the male square in the face without any repercussions
The maleās head turned disgustingly to the side and landed on the puddled concrete but that isnāt 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.
Jayās knuckles burned but he couldnāt stop, the guy's face was caving and turning purely red just like the heroās vision. But he couldnāt 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.
āWhat was that? Couldnāt hear you over you biting the curbā 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
Jayās 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, āYou should take my advice and shut the fuck up next time. Iāll give it to you that I might not be the best guy in the worldā
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 heās starting to truly believe it.
Because why wouldnāt you love the other versions of him. He is still just Spider-Man, the male you looked for comfort when no one else would. Heās Park Jongseong, the man who higher your pay, giving you bonuses for merely existing. And heās Jay, the person youāll love.
He rubbed his cheek on the tile floor of his penthouse. He doesnāt remember when he laid himself here or when he even grabbed the tablet that connected to the camera pointed into your bedroom window. He didnāt even bother to change out of his suitāthe 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 doesnāt move from the floor.
It pains him to even think about moving knowing you hate him. It's frustrating that as a masked hero, heās still a coward who canāt 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 naiveāones 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 doesnāt 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 āyour maskā.
Heās 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 couldnāt 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 wasnāt 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 wonāt 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 couldnāt rest without the care of Spider-Man. His comforting presence wasnāt 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 himāto remind yourself you didnāt 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. āScrew you Spider-Man? Jay? Jongseong? Mr. Park?ā Your jumbled words suddenly die on your tongue when you take a step back to the creature coming down from who knows where
āThatās not very nice to sayā 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 oneās mood instantaneously.
āWhat?ā 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 heād go down on his knees and beg for your forgiveness if he needs to.
āThank youā 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 couldnāt get rid of. It was the sense of familiarityāan itch you couldnāt get rid of but him with the city lights behind made it difficult to focus on anything else that wasnāt him.
You gulped harshly and waved him off, not trusting yourself to say something coherent that didnāt embarrass you. Somehow it didnāt matter cause you still embarrassed yourself, āOh yeah whatever it was no problemā You shrug your shoulders but instantly cringe at yourself
āThat wasnāt what I- Uhm forget thatā Your voice grew smaller and Jayās laughter grew louder
āWhatever you sayā He murmurs back as he rocks on his web in contemplation before speaking up again, āI donāt only want to thank you for fixing my mask, I also want to apologize for everythingā
āI didnāt 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 unhappyā
āIām 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 didnāt have to apologize for being who he is. It wasnāt 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 wasnāt willing to accept. Now that he had gotten a chance of entering your world, he would spiral knowing he lost you.
āNo please donāt apologizeā The words squeaked out, āI shouldnāt have kicked you out or hold your own existence against you when you canāt do anything about itā
You realize he isnāt what the news made him out to be both as Spider-Man and Park Jongseong. A masked vigilante whoās heartless or a spoiled trust fund kid? That wasnāt the man you grew to know.
āYou can take out anything on me, I donāt careā Jay said in a single breath without hesitation
āThe responsibility isnāt meant for you to take. You already have enough on your plate, why pick up on a civilianās problems as your own?ā
āYouāre not just some civilian. Itās you and thatās more than enough for me to drop everythingā
You donāt move from where you are even when you clearly notice the distance in between fading with each millisecond. āIs it so bad that I want it to be my responsibility?ā Jay whispers when heās 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, āCan I thank you properly?ā
While you couldnāt 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 youāre 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 hadnāt 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 Jayās mind that isnāt 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 canāt 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 couldnāt pull away even if you wanted to.
Your fingers dig into the side of his face and he doesnāt even flinch and simply allows your hands to roam wherever they wish as long as you keep kissing him.
Jayās 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 heād ever been in this position but deep down he always knew it would always end like thisāhe wouldnāt 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 couldnāt even wonder how he managed to do so but he was Spider-Man and that thought fell flat because what canāt Spider-Man do?
Jay sighs in relief that heās finally standing instead of hanging upside down and in that moment you find the window of opportunity to pull away. You didnāt 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 couldnāt 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.
āIām sorry I didn't mean to touch your maskā 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.
āAre you sure?ā Jay stops when you ask him the question
The mask only concealed his eyes before he was fully exposed to you. You shouldnāt be the one asking the question because it was his worry of whether you were sure to face who he really was.
āAre you?ā While you couldnāt see them, his eyes were pleading and drooping, āWould you accept me? All of me?ā
Instead of choosing words, you softly peel the mask off his face and your breath gets caught in your throat when you see Jayās 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 didnāt 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 wouldnāt nearly be like the way youāve ruined his.
āDo you?ā Jay softly ask again and when his head is lifted, you kiss him softly with your shaky hands holding his face
Jayās 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 donāt 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 didnāt stop for air once, he just continued to keep smothering you in kisses like it was the oxygen he needed. You felt Jayās hand shake when it creased your side, you tried to pull away from him but he only chased after you.
āWhy are you shaking?ā 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,āBecause youāre realā
You freeze when you hear him say, āWhat?ā It was faint and it screamed Jayās mind, the sheer helplessness underneath him made him crack
āAnd that fucking hurts, it-itā Jay stutters over his words, āIt burns meā
Your hand on his shoulder loosened, sucking in a shaky breath as you stared up to him, āYou burn for me?ā
āI melt for you darlingā
You grab the maleās 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 youāre alive. That you are experiencing this in real time and itās none other with Jay. How your life had come to this, you werenāt 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 wouldnāt be afraid to ruin.
Jayās 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. āTell me all your deepest desireā
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 didnāt fly by Jay. āLet me hear you babyā Jay murmured in your skin, a wet sensation dragging around your neck making your shudder, āI hate that youāre staying silent right nowā
Nibbling harder on your lip, the cracking worsening but you gasped when the grip on your face tightened and you were met with Jayās stoic face. A dark cloud faded in his eyes that made your insides crawl under your skin.
āCāmon donāt be quietā Jay unintentionally pouted, āI know you sound so prettyā¦ Donāt keep this from meā 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. āShhh sweetheart, itās okay. Just let me take care of youā He whispers into the shell of your ear making you shiver, āJust give into meā
āJayā 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, heās reminded youāre 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.
āIām sorry baby. Fuck Iām sorryā 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. āDonāt cry honeyā You didnāt even realized you were, you attempt to touch your face but Jay beats you to it, āUh-Uh let me do itā
He holds your face tenderly and when you thought heād 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.
āHas anyone ever tell you youāre such a pretty crier?ā He mumbled before placing a kiss just below your eye
He looks at you for a response but when he doesnāt get it besides a whimper, he sighs and shakes your head for you. Even if someone told you that, he didnāt want to know. Heād like to keep it as him being the first and last person to tell you.
āMy prettiest crierā 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 didnāt realize everything down to your clean atoms that arenāt 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.
Jayās 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.
āWhatās wrong baby?ā He asked with his hand sliding past your pants without warning, āTalk to meā
You hands dug into his shoulder blades making him grunt and you knocked your head back when he grazed your clothed pussy, āNeed youā
āWhat was that?ā He heard you loud and clear the first time, hyper senses were one of the perks of being Spider-Man afterall
āI need you Jayā When you say his name this time around changed him and there werenāt 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. āAnd who I am deny you of meā
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.
āBut first things first, wipe the frown off your face, I donāt think youād like getting your clothes dirty now would youā 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 didnāt mind the mess, youād 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 didnāt 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. āYou donāt have to hideāespecially from me. Youāre perfect, absolutely stunning and beautifulā
The praises filled your head, you didnāt resist when he put your hands back down. He cupped your jaw and lifted your head up before placing a peck on your lips. āYouāre fucking gorgeous and I canāt believe youāre mineā
You couldnāt deny nor confirm the possessive statement because Jay quite literally doesnāt 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. Jayās 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 wonāt 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. āJay?ā You tried to perch yourself up on your elbows but youāre 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 heās observing your remaining piece of clothing before he begins removing them off your body. When you tried to help, it only frustrated him more, āJust stay still and let me do the workā
āYou donāt have to do a single as long as Iām here and I mean itā The words caught in your throat and you weakly nodāaccepting what he said
He smiles when you donāt try to fight back. It makes him proud that you arenāt 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 youāre 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, āDonāt worry, youāll be burning up before you know itā
Jay took a moment to see the design on your underwear, they were a simplistic black color just like his suit. He doesnāt 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 wasnāt in your nature, it was one of my many reasons why he fell in love with you in the first place.
āI like the colorā 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
āPlease donāt talk about my underwear like thatā You turned your head to hide from embarrassment but he chuckles and turns your head back to him
āItās cute. Weāre already matching babyā 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
āIt breaks my heart to take them off but I can see you already leaking through them and I can only imagine how uncomfortable it isā 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, āCan I?ā 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
āDidnāt even get me a chance to respondā Jay giggles at the realization
āIām sorryā He rubs up and down your shin before trailing his eyes down from your face to your body, āSo sorryā¦ā
He was enthralled, so deep in a trance that he couldnāt 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 eyesājust like reflecting his name, Jongseong.
āJongseongā 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
āWhyād you- Yes my love?ā The endearing name melted your heart but you tilt your head to your side and smiled even brighter
Jayās heart flipped. āNothingā¦ā You shook your head, keeping the thought close to your heart and unknown
He didnāt 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 couldnāt 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 easyāso 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 heās 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.
āJay-ā You say but he cuts you off with a shaky breath
āI thought there was nothing perfect in this worldā 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, āBut then I see you and realize the universe did create something-someone so perfectā
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 heās 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. Heās 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.
āSo sweet- Fuck. The tastiest to ever exist. Youāre so perfectā 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
āJa-Jongseong!ā You were moaning his name like it were he were the only thing youāve 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 didnāt 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 couldnāt 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. āJay please! Pleaseā You chant now realizing your restraint when you couldnāt 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.
Jayās jaw was aching from how much he kept unhinging it only to close it right up as he swallowed your essence. He hadnāt 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 donāt hold back your moans. You let them be free while he took care of you, and he wasnāt going to let this go to waste. He didnāt 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 didnāt 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.
āJay whyād you stop?ā You wailed impatiently, wiggling your lower half for any friction but Jay squeezed your thighs that made you quickly stop
āCanāt have you coming that isnāt on my cockā Jay saw how you whiskfully rolled your eyes but instead of getting annoyed, he smiled, completely enamored with you
āDonāt give me that doll. I promise itās for the bestā The wet kiss he continues to give didnāt 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 wasnāt 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. āYou canāt get out of them so easily. If you could, Iād be out of business and criminals would be running the streetā
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. āWe canāt have that, especially when youāre living here. I have to make sure the streets are safe, that every corner of this forsaken city is perfect for you to walk throughā
āWhy do all this for me?ā You swallowed and Jayās smile only grew wider until he was hovering just above you, he leans down further until his breath was fanning yours
āBecause youāre my girl nowā 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 couldnāt 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. āSuch a small thing you have hereā He measures the dildo over your stomach, āDoesnāt even reach your stomach, just how patheticā He brings the toy back to sight and you stumbled over your words
āI-Iā 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.
āJay waitā You wiggle your body but just to your luck, you couldnāt move due to the webs restraining you down
āItās okay, I donāt even think you need any prep. Youāre practically dripping againā 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 couldnāt
āDoes this excite you? Make you fucking feel crazy?ā Jay chuckles as he leans over to whisper in your ear, a cold shiver runs up your spine
You couldnāt respond when the intrusion sent you over the edge, āWhat was the doll? I couldnāt hear youā He didnāt 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 saidāyou didnāt need prep.
āLook at you taking it so wellā 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, āYouāre doing so good for meā
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, āD-Damn itā Jay smirked at this
When you thought the toy would move to be used how it was meant to, it didnāt move even an inch from where it was left making you whine in frustration, āWhat are you-ā
There werenāt 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 didnāt 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.
āThatās why we couldnāt get straight into it. I donāt want to hurt youā Jay smiles but fingers were crossed behind his backāout of sight from you, āWant to make sure you can take it but I already know you can so Iām not worriedā
āAre you sure about that?ā 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
āI donāt even think I can-ā You try to speak but Jay cuts you off
āYou can and you will. Weāll make it fit and plus this means I can test how much you can takeā The grin on his face made you shudder and yet it excited you more than it scared you
āThereās always room for growthā¦ā You murmur as your eyes trained down his body to the entire of his cock and ran your tongue over your lips
āThatās my girlā He cheers on, āJust relax and feelā 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.
āYouāre going to be so good for meā
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, āWoah sweetheartā Jay creases your cheek in a softening voice
You look at him through wet eyelashes and he canāt help but chuckle at the frowning pout that melts his heart. He couldnāt 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 doesnāt 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 couldnāt stop you.
āAh. Ahā He tooted his tongue when you tried to hide your teary face from him, āLook at meā
You wouldnāt 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.
āStop teasingā You whined whilst moving your body making the silicone toy lodged in you to move making a weak moan rip of out you, āGet on with it pleaseā
āSo impatient dollā Jay fakes a disappointed sigh, āJust what am I going to do with you?ā 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. āJayā You call his name much louder when he finally drags the toy only leaving the tip in before sliding it back in, āF-Fuckā
It was a stretch you knew of recently by the embarrassing number of times youāve used this exact toy. But it felt different knowing it was in the hands that werenāt yours.
It was frightful that it wouldnāt be the same, that the same spot wouldnāt be reached but you were mistaken. Each plunge into your cunt made you glad it wasnāt 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 werenāt holding back anymore, that you would let everyone in the damn city know who was doing this to you.
āYeah right there baby?ā 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, āThat got you seeing stars?ā
The comments made it only more pleasure, your back was arching off the bedding with strings of āyesā and ādeeper! faster! more!ā 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 Jayās mind that it wasnāt 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. āGood girl sweetheart, youāre doing so good for meā Jay peers down to see his two fingers lodged in alongside the small toy to stretch you even more, āSo good to meā
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, āItās too much- I canāt take itā
āYou say that but squeeze like no tomorrowā
āDonāt lie to me, youāre dripping down my fucking hand babyā Jay lowly chuckles but groans when he curls up and feels your gummy walls under his finger tips
āC-Canāt take anymore Jay, 'm serious!ā You wailed but to no vail, it didnāt 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
āHow else are you going to take my cock in you if you canāt even take thisā Jay sadly pouts and recalling the size of him alone made you clench harder around the intrusions in your pussy, āShit look at you clamping around me. Maybe I should just shove it in you and see how you take itā
āIād love to see you breaking apart on my cock, bet youād let me and even thank me for itā You attempt to say something but rip out a cry when his thumb flicks your clit, āDonāt worry though, I donāt want to hurt you darling, itāll break my heart if I doā
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 didnāt 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. āGonna come for me baby? Be a good girl and give me your cum?ā
You were practically shaking at this point, never in your life had you known a pleasure so good. āYes I willā 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-Manās fingers that you hadnāt noticed when it was gone. But you realized when you were stretched out moreāway 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. āSo fucking tight shit. I thought itād loosen you up but fuck it didnāt do anythingā
āJay!ā 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
āItās okay darling. Doing so good for me- thatās it, just take itā 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 wasnāt 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 werenāt allowed to touch himāyou couldnāt 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 canāt 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, āRelax baby. I need you to relax for me okayā It was nearly embarrassing how he almost came just by being inside of you. He had a facade to carry out and he couldnāt risk ruining the experience and cutting it so short. Heād 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.
āSo bigā 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.
āYeah? I knew you could take me. I never doubted you for a second, youāve always been so good. So sweet with your pure heart. Such a kindhearted soul in this sick worldā 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, āYouāre my good girl right? Taking my cock so deeply in youā
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 prideāa 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 couldnāt 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 didnāt even think was possible. He bared his teeth to graze your skin but not enough to bite down on you.
āJongseong!ā You chant as itās the only thing running through your mind and it made his chest swell
āThatās right, say my name darling. Say my fucking nameā He grunts against your shoulder before clamping down the rows of teeth just making you scream
āJay!ā This time it was loud enough that he swore it woke up the entire building, he smiled against you and didnāt stop his thrust for a second
āLet them know whoās ruining youā He digs his nails into your breast to indent them, āNo one will ever think about getting close to you again. Youāre mineā
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 Jayās 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 didnāt realize you had. Was it for Spider-Man? Jongseong? Or Jay? You werenāt 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, āI want to fucking tear you apartā
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 skināfeeling 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, Jayās 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.
Jayās 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 didnāt want to let him goāmuch like how he didnāt want to let you go.
āNeed 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 youā Jay groans, āAnd if anything dares to leak out, Iāll fuck it back into youā
āIām going to breed your pussy so fucking full of meā 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, āIāll fill you up so good doll just to leave a reminder of who is yours foreverā
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.
āAlmost there- Just a little moreā 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, āTake it for me-ā
āMy beautiful girlā 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.
āS-sensitiveā You sniffle but Jay doesnāt 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
Your ragged breaths fanned with Jayās 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 wasnāt enough to kill his desire.
While others mightāve thought it was for the horniest thought heās 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 couldnāt 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 wouldnāt dare deprive you of that.
Jay gulps down harshly, his mind coming down from the uncountable crash of pleasure you gave him but it wasnāt 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, heās 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. Itās all heās 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 canāt imagine how you felt from how much you kept screaming for him.
āI hope you know I meant what I saidā
āMhm?ā Your eyes were already closing and your drowsiness was taking over that you couldnāt 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 wasnāt loved by the people but was deeply cared for by you. āThat you melt meā
Jay noticed and smiled softly, he placed a soft kiss on top of your head and creased his thumb on your burning skin. āIām not the bad guy like what the news tries to depict me as. Iām the perfect guy for youā
āI 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 Iām here, nothing is ever going to hurt youā
Your mind was too burnt out to comprehend what the masked hero was offeringāconfessing to you; however, in the distance of your room, the radio show host ended the night off, your eyes drooped into slumberāyou were safe and thatās all you needed to know.
āThis is Vamp Radio, the number 1 crime report station logging off for the night. Make sure to stay safe out there and one last thingā¦ā
synopsis : giving heeseung head but he has a jacobās ladder and he loses his mind each time your tongue drags over those sensitive piercings and heād cum so embarrassingly fast
warnings : oral sex , deep throating, heeseung has a jacobās ladder, sub heeseung who is very whiny and needy ( thanku ) multiple orgasms ( embarrassingly fast ones too ) , overstimulation, moaning, whimpering, dirty talking, begging, humiliation kink, cum swallowing, edging
word count : 2072 words
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a jacobās ladder piercing is a type of male genital piercing where multiple piercings are placed in a vertical line along the underside of the shaft. the āladderā name comes from how the jewelry forms a row, kind of like ladder rungs
the dim glow of the desk lamp barely illuminated heeseungās cramped university dorm room on the third floor of the engineering building
the space was typical for a third year computer science student ā narrow single bed pushed against one wall, a cluttered desk buried under three monitors, scattered notebooks filled with algorithm pseudocode, and empty energy drink cans lined up like trophies from another all nighter
the faint scent of his woody cologne mixed with the smell of old ramen lingered in the air. outside the window, the university campus was quiet under the late night haze, most students already asleep or cramming elsewhere
heeseung sat on the edge of his bed wearing nothing but a loose black t-shirt, his long legs spread wide. his dark hair was messy from nervously running his fingers through it, and a deep flush already colored his sharp cheekbones
his cock stood hard and flushed against his stomach, the silver piercings catching the lamplight ā six evenly spaced barbells running neatly along the sensitive underside from just below the head down toward the base. he looked equal parts nervous and eager, exactly the way you loved him in these moments
your arrangement hadnāt started out this intensely. you first met heeseung during freshman orientation week nearly two years ago. he was the quiet, tall guy in oversized hoodies who sat in the back row of the intro programming lab
when your code kept throwing errors on the simplest āHello Worldā assignment, he leaned over without a word and fixed it in under thirty seconds with a few keystrokes and a shy smile. āItās the semicolon,ā heād murmured
that small act of kindness turned into regular study sessions in the library, late night snack runs to the 24-hour convenience store, and long conversations about everything from anime to the absurdity of group projects
heeseung was sweet in that unassuming way āsmart, a little socially awkward, always willing to help debug your code or explain complex concepts until they made sense. you became close friends fast
the tension built gradually lingering eye contact during movie nights in his dorm, his hand brushing yours a second too long when passing notes, the way heād stare at your lips when you laughed. neither of you acknowledged it until last semester after brutal midterms
youād both gotten drunk on cheap soju in this very room, celebrating the end of exams. one tipsy confession about feeling stressed and touch starved led to a heated kiss, then clumsy hands sliding under clothes
heeseung had been surprisingly vocal that night āwhimpering, begging, letting you take complete control as you rode him. The sex was mind blowing, and something shifted
the next morning, awkward but honest, you suggested keeping it casual friends with benefits. stress relief with no strings, no jealousy, just two close friends helping each other feel good. he agreed immediately, cheeks pink, admitting heād wanted you for months
what neither of you expected was how perfectly submissive he became with you. and then there were the piercings.
heeseung had gotten the jacobās ladder on a stupid freshman dare after losing a bet during orientation games six silver barbells. they healed well, and though he never told anyone else, he quickly learned just how hypersensitive they made him.
the first time you discovered them, he came embarrassingly fast from just a few strokes of your tongue. ever since, these private sessions revolved heavily around them. he trusted you completely āenough to let go and become the whiny, needy version of himself that no one else ever saw.
tonight, after weeks of OS project stress, he needed this badly. āweāve been doing this for months,ā he murmured, voice already breathy, āand I still get so nervous itās embarrassing how fast I lose it every time you use your mouth.ā
you smiled, kneeling between his thighs and running your palms up the tense muscles. āyou donāt have to hold back with me just let go hmm.ā
you started slow, pressing open mouthed kisses along his inner thighs, sucking lightly until faint red marks appeared. heeseung shivered, soft gasps escaping him. when your breath finally ghosted over his cock, it twitched hard, a bead of precum sliding down toward the top piercing.
your tongue dragged flat and slow from the very base of his shaft upward.
the first piercing met your warm tongue. you pressed firmly against the smooth silver barbell, feeling it shift and roll against the thick vein underneath. heeseung jolted violently, hips bucking forward as a sharp whine tore from his throat.
āAhā! fuck that lowest one always feels so deep,ā he gasped. āthe metalās cooler than your tongueā¦ the contrastāahhāā
you hummed and licked it again, slower, dragging the flat of your tongue back and forth over the barbell multiple times. each pass made his thighs tremble.
you moved to the second piercing, flicking the little ball at the end with the tip of your tongue before pressing down hard, trapping the metal against sensitive skin.
heeseungās hand flew to your hair, fingers threading in but not pulling. āoh godā¦ please, more like that it sends these little shocks straight up my spine.ā
by the third barbell, his breathing was ragged. you swirled your tongue around it in tight circles, then sucked gently on the skin beside it so the piercing pressed inward. his moans grew higher, whinier. āright there ā your tongue is so wet and warm on them I canāt ā I canāt stay stillāā
you wrapped your fingers around the base, thumb gently rubbing the lowest piercing while your mouth focused higher. taking the flushed head between your lips, you immediately attacked the fourth barbell. you flicked it rapidly, then dragged your tongue heavily over it, feeling every ridge and bump of the metal.
heeseungās head fell back, exposing his throat as a long, broken moan filled the room. āfuckā that oneās so sensitive youāre killing me please donāt stop I need it.ā
his hips rolled involuntarily, pushing another inch into your mouth. you relaxed your throat and took him deeper, letting the fifth piercing slide across your tongue. you pressed the barbell firmly upward, rubbing it side to side while hollowing your cheeks.
a string of desperate whimpers spilled from him. āahāahhā iām sorry, I keep thrustingā it just feels too good your mouth is so hot and wet around my piercings ā
you pulled back slightly, letting his cock rest on your tongue as you looked up at him. his eyes were glassy, cheeks burning red, lips parted. ābe a good boy and let me enjoy every single one,ā you whispered.he nodded frantically. āIāll be good I promise Iām yours tonight just please keep playing with them.ā
you sank down again, taking him deeper than before. this time you dragged your tongue in one long, luxurious, torturously slow stroke from the lowest barbell all the way to the top. each of the six silver barbells clicked and rolled against your tongue one by one. heeseungās entire body shuddered hard, thighs clamping around your shoulders before he forced them wider again.
āoh my godā every single one i feel all of them itās too muchā too intenseāā his voice cracked into a whine as you repeated the motion, faster this time, flicking each piercing on the way up and pressing on the way down.
you focused intensely on the uppermost barbell, the most sensitive one just under the head. you swirled your tongue around it relentlessly, flicking the silver ball, then sucking lightly so the bar pressed firmly into the bundle of nerves. heeseungās hips jerked sharply, pushing his cock deeper into your throat as his control slipped completely.
āIāmā Iām already so closeā fuck, Iām sorryā your tongue on that one destroys me every timeā!ā
you didnāt let up. you sucked harder, tongue working that top piercing in tight, fast circles while your hand stroked the base, thumb rubbing the lower bars. heeseungās whines turned into desperate, broken sobs of pleasure. his fingers tightened in your hair, hips making small, helpless thrusts as he chased the sensation.
āI canāt hold itā Iām gonna cumā pleaseā Iām so sorry itās so fastā!ā
his first orgasm hit him like a wave. he came with a loud, cracked moan, thick pulses flooding your throat as his whole body shook uncontrollably. you swallowed around him, still flicking your tongue gently over the piercings through every twitch and aftershock. even after he finished, his cock stayed rock hard, oversensitive and leaking.
heeseung panted heavily, looking down with teary eyes. āI did it again came so embarrassingly fast. weāve been fuck buddies for so long and I still canāt last when you play with my ladder like that.ā
you licked your lips and dragged your tongue slowly over the entire underside again, pressing every barbell. he yelped, oversensitive and squirming. ātoo muchāahh! itās too sensitive right afterā but fuck, donāt stop please keep going.ā
you took him back into your mouth, gentler but no less thorough. this round you savored each piercing individually. you spent long moments licking and sucking on the third barbell, then the fourth, humming so the vibrations traveled through the metal straight into his nerves. heeseung was deep in subspace nowā whiny, pliant, and vocal.
āyour tongue feels so perfect on them every flick makes my brain melt i love being like this for you just your needy boy.ā
you edged him for what felt like forever ā bringing him close, then pulling back to kiss his thighs or lick slowly along the sides. every time you returned to the ladder, his reactions grew stronger.
when you finally took him all the way down again, nose pressed to his pelvis so every single piercing rested against your tongue at once, and swallowed repeatedly, massaging them all together, heeseung broke.
āfuckā yesā im close againā please let me cum in your mouth iāll be so goodāā
his second orgasm crashed through him even harder. he cried out your name, back arching off the bed, hips stuttering as he spilled down your throat once more. tears slipped down his temples from the intensity.
you kept him in your mouth through the aftershocks, licking softly until he was trembling and whimpering. then you climbed into his lap. heeseung immediately wrapped his arms around you, burying his flushed face in your neck, clinging tightly.
āim sorry Iām such a quick shot,ā he mumbled shyly against your skin. āthe piercings make everything feel ten times stronger but I love how you take care of me.ā
you stroked his hair and kissed his temple. āyouāre perfect like this so pretty and whiny when you fall apart.ā after twenty minutes of soft cuddling, whispered talk about classes, and gentle touches, he grew hard again between your bodies. he peeked up at you, eyes needy and hopeful.
ācan we do one more round?ā he asked softly. āI want to feel your tongue on every barbell again please?ā
you kissed him deeply and slid back down between his legs. this final round was the most intense and drawn out yet.
you worshipped his jacobās ladder with absolute focus ā long, wet licks up and down the entire row, sucking on each individual barbell until he was shaking, flicking them rapidly, then pressing them firmly with the flat of your tongue.
you deepthroated him repeatedly, letting the full length of the ladder slide over your tongue while you swallowed and hummed. heeseung was a complete mess ā sweaty, voice hoarse from moaning, tears of pleasure streaming down his face as he begged incoherently.
āpleaseā your tongue on the top one againā im so closeā I need itā im yours, just yoursāā
when you finally let him cum the third time, focusing hard on that uppermost piercing while stroking him firmly, heeseung came with a wrecked, sobbing moan. his body went limp, cock twitching weakly as the last pulses spilled over your tongue.
you cleaned him gently with soft licks, then climbed up to hold him. heeseung curled into you immediately, nuzzling against your chest, pressing lazy kisses wherever he could reach.
āthank you,ā he whispered, voice completely raw. āfor being my friend for this for knowing exactly how to make me lose my mind. I donāt know what Iād do without our nights like this.ā
you stayed tangled together in his small bed, the scattered textbooks long forgotten on the floor. the campus outside remained peacefully unaware of how beautifully your favorite submissive friend fell apart ā whiny, sensitive, and completely yours behind closed doors.
imagine boyfriend's younger brother jungwon who is obsessed with you and doesn't hide it.
he looks like a sweet young man to anyone else but the way heās staring down at you right now is so filthy can you actually feel his dirty,, his gaze tracking the frantic rise and fall of your chest as he has you cornered after your boyfriend went for an errand leaving you with jungwon.
"noona,, you're hiding yourself from me.. " he steps closer his head lowering to catch your gaze, his lips turned upwards as if thoroughly amused. "am I making you nervous?".
telling him to back away, reminding him that you're his brother's girlfriend and it makes him chuckle, a condescending sound that makes your ears instantly turn a violent shade of red, and the pit of your stomach churning, heating up,, and when he reaches out his large warm hand cupping your chin??? his thumb tracing your lower lip with a slow pressure that forces your mouth slightly open???.
"but hyung isn't here right now, is he, noona?"
"and with the way you look at me? don't think I haven't noticed you noona,, imagining, thinking just how good I can make you feel... I know you've thought about it".
and when he steps forward and has you pressed up against the door to your boyfriend's room? not even hesitating to get up allin your face, his chest pressed against yours so shamelessly.
stepping completely into your thighs, driving himself forward until you feel his rock-hard bulge nudging against your covered pussy. him feeling thick, heavy and hot enough to make your breath hitch , your tits heaving more and your precious little pussy to twitch. the sheer and perverted audacity of it making your pussy walls instantly twitching with a sudden a need to be filled and stuffed. him groaning at the slight friction and heavy feeling.
"fuck, noona... you're already reacting to it" his eyes rolling back and his adam's apple bobbing at the vibrations his throat is letting out.
"fuck baby,, you're so dirty.. squeezing those thighs together like you wanna to trap my cock right here..want me to slide it out? do you wanna feel how much bigger I am than hyung?".
pushing him back bcs,, "jungwon stop,, this is so wrong!!"
"feels too good to be wrong, noona.. I know you can feel it. fuck,, let me see that pretty pussy baby please".
his jaw is now slackening as he pants heavily, completely pussy-drunk just from the friction through your clothes that thick warm drool begins to pool at the corner of his mouth, spilling onto your bare shoulder.
him continuing to grind and hump against your pussy, face now lolling into your shoulder,.
him pulling back, groaning more at the heavy feel of your cunt against his dick "nnggh... look at me, noona,, look at how much good this feels..us"
"you keep saying it's wrong, noona, but your body is begging for it"
"look at how loud you're breathing,, if jay hyung was enough for you, you wouldn't be shaking like a fucking leaf while his little brother humps your pussy.."
"gonna slide my cock so deep inside this tight little cunt that every time hyung touches you, you're only going to be thinking about how much bigger and better his little brother feels..."
synopsis: while working late at the waterpark, you slip through reality and fall into the nightmare realm known as the backrooms. you think youāre aloneāuntil you meet jungwon, a charming boy who offers comfort, survival tips, and the promise of an escape together. but something about him doesnāt feel right. the more time you spend together, the more his affection turns eerie... and the deeper you fall into his trap.
note: this is probably my darkest work, and also my first time writing smut!! i hope you like it >///<
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backrooms au collection
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you had been working late at the waterpark again, the last employee left on closing duty.
the usual nighttime sounds surrounded youāthe steady drip of water from the slides, the faint hum of the filtration system powering down, the occasional creak of the structure settling. it was peaceful in a way, being alone in the empty park after hours, though tonight the silence felt heavier than usual.
you pulled your hoodie tighter around yourself as you walked past the wave pool, the water still and dark now that the pumps were off. your sneakers squeaked against the wet tiles, the sound echoing strangely in the vast, empty space.
as you moved toward the tower of spiral slides to complete your final check, you couldn't shake the feeling that the air had grown colder, thicker somehow.
that was when you heard the first laughāa high-pitched, playful sound that seemed to come from the top of the blue slide.
you froze, your grip tightening on the flashlight. that couldn't be right. you'd checked every area twice already, made certain no guests remained. the park was supposed to be empty.
"hello?" you called out, your voice steady despite the sudden chill running down your spine. "the park is closed."
there was no response at first, just the continued dripping of water and that odd, heavy silence.
you were about to dismiss it as your imagination when the laughter came again, closer this time, seeming to bounce off the fibreglass walls of the slides.
your pulse quickened as you approached the staircase leading up to the slide platform. the metal steps were slick with condensation under your hands as you climbed, your flashlight beam cutting through the darkness.
"if someone's up here, you need to leave now," you said, forcing authority into your voice even as your palms grew damp.
when you reached the top, the mouth of the slide gaped before you, a circle of darkness that seemed deeper than it should be. you crouched to shine your light down its length, expecting to see nothing but empty plastic. instead, there was movementāsomething pale flickering at the edge of your vision.
before you could react, the world twisted around you. it wasn't wind that pulled at you, but something far more unnatural. the slide's opening seemed to stretch, the darkness within it suddenly alive and hungry. you tried to scramble back, but your feet slipped on the wet platform.
as you fell forward, you realised this wasn't just a slide anymore. the walls pressed in around you, warm and yielding like flesh, the air thick with the cloying scent of chlorine and something decaying. you flailed, trying to find purchase, but there was nothing to grab onto as you tumbled through that impossible space.
then there was only nothingness.
the impact knocked the air from your lungs before you even realised you'd stopped falling. your elbows stung where they'd slammed against the tile, your ribs aching like you'd been folded in half.
for several terrifying seconds you just lay there, gasping, your vision swimming as you tried to remember how to breathe. when you finally managed to push yourself up, your hands slipped on the damp floorānot the smooth fibreglass of the slide, but something older and cracked that felt wrong.
the slide was gone.
you whirled around, panic rising like floodwater in your chest, but there was only a wall behind youāwater-stained wallpaper peeling away to reveal moldering drywall beneath. the cheerful cartoon dolphins printed on it were faded, their smiles stretched and warped where the paper bubbled.
your breath came in short, sharp bursts as you staggered to your feet, the room tilting dangerously around you. this wasn't possible. you'd just been at work. you'd just been checking the slides.
the space around you stretched endlessly in every direction, a nightmare parody of the waterpark you knew. the same blue-and-yellow colour scheme, but bleached and sickly under flickering fluorescents. the wave pools were empty except for stagnant puddles that reflected the ceiling back at you in distorted fragments. the air clung to your skin, thick with the scent of mildew and that same overpowering chlorine stingābut underneath it, something sweet. cloying. like fruit left to rot in standing water.
"hello?" your voice cracked on the word, barely louder than a whisper.
when no answer came, you tried again, louder: "is anyone here?" the sound died almost instantly, as if the humid air had swallowed it whole.
you moved forward without meaning to, your sneakers sticking slightly to the tacky floor with each step. the lights buzzed overhead, their flickering intensifying as you passed beneath them. down one hallway lined with lockers rusted shut, past another shallow pool that had no visible edgeājust tile that stretched on until it blurred into the distance. your fingers trailed along the wall for balance, coming away damp.
a sound from above made you freeze. not the creak of old pipes, but something... wetter. like flesh dragging across metal. you didn't look up. couldn't look up. your pulse roared in your ears as you forced yourself to keep moving, your breath coming too fast.
in the reflection of a murky puddle, you saw something move behind youāa pale shape where nothing should be. when you spun around, there was only an empty hallway. but the puddle rippled, as if whatever had been there had just stepped out of view.
you broke into a run.
the corridors twisted in ways that made no sense, leading you past the same cracked mirror three times, past a snack stand with its menu board melted like wax. your lungs burned, your thighs aching, but you didn't stop until you reached a small kiddie pool tucked between two crumbling walls. its cheerful mosaic tiles were chipped and faded, the painted sea creatures now just vague smudges of colour. you collapsed beside it, pressing your back against the wall as you struggled to catch your breath.
that was when you heard the whistling.
low. off-key. a tune you almost recognised but couldn't place. your blood turned to ice in your veins.
the sound was getting closer.
you scrambled behind a rusted lifeguard chair, its paint flaking away under your desperate grip.
the whistling continued, unhurried, accompanied now by the steady tap of footsteps against tile. a shadow stretched long across the floor before its owner appearedāa boy, maybe your age, dressed in a staff polo that looked freshly laundered. his black hair was neatly styled, his sneakers pristine where yours were soaked. the name tag on his chest caught the light when he moved, but the letters swam when you tried to focus on them.
he saw you immediately. of course he did.
"there you are," he said, as if you'd been keeping him waiting. his voice was pleasant, almost friendly, but his smile didn't reach his eyes. they stayed dark and unreadable as he took a step closer.
"it's not safe to be out alone."
you pressed yourself harder against the wall, your mouth dry. he looked human. normal. but nothing here was normal.
when he extended his hand, his fingers were clean. no dirt under his nails. no dampness on his skin.
"come on," he urged, tilting his head slightly. "before they find you."
above you, the lights flickered again. somewhere in the distance, something heavy dragged itself through water.
his smile never wavered.
your fingers twitched before you even realised you were reaching for himāsome primal part of your brain screaming that warmth meant safety, that another human voice in this suffocating silence was worth clinging to, no matter how wrong this all felt.
his hand closed around yours without hesitation, his skin almost feverishly hot compared to the clammy chill clinging to your own.
"i'm jungwon," he said, pulling you to your feet with unsettling ease, like your weight meant nothing.
his fingers lingered a second too long when he let go, leaving behind a tingling imprint that made you want to rub your palm against your jeans.
"you're lucky i found you first."
the words slithered under your skin. first before who? before what?
he was already moving, his steps light and certain against the warped tiles as he led you down another decaying hallway. you followed because there was no other choice, your sneakers squeaking against the damp floor while his made no sound at all.
when you opened your mouth to speak, your voice came out cracked and thin: "whereā"
"this place doesn't have a name," he interrupted, glancing back with a smile that didnāt crinkle the corners of his eyes. "not one you'd understand."
his gaze flickered over your face, lingering on the way you bit your lip, the rapid flutter of your pulse in your throat.
"i call it the aquatic sector."
your breath hitched. the backrooms. those creepy internet stories you'd skimmed late at night, half-believing, half-mocking.
"like... the backrooms?" you whispered, the word tasting absurd even as it left your tongue.
jungwon's smile didnāt waver, "something like that." he said it so casually, like he was discussing the weather, and the sheer normality of his tone made your stomach twist.
he turned a corner without checking if you followedāof course you did, where else would you go?āand you realised with a jolt that he knew this place. the way his shoulders never tensed at the distant, wet sounds echoing through the pipes. the way he stepped over a particular cracked tile without looking down, avoiding the dark stain spreading beneath it like heād done it a hundred times before.
when he finally pushed open a door marked staff only, the room beyond was so jarringly intact it made your eyes water. clean towels stacked neatly on a shelf. unopened cans of fruit lined up in a tiny pantry. a battery-powered lantern cast warm light over a faded couch, its cushions dented from use. it looked like a lifeguard break room plucked straight from your own world and dropped here, untouched by the decay choking everything outside.
"this zone's safe," jungwon said, watching your face as you took it in. he grabbed a water bottle from the cabinet and held it out to you, the plastic crinkling in his grip. "but only for now."
your fingers trembled as you took it, the condensation cool against your palm. you wanted to drink so badly your throat ached with it, but the way he watched youāhead slightly tilted, dark eyes tracking the bob of your throat as you swallowed nervouslyāmade your grip tighten without opening it.
something about the way his smile didn't reach his eyes, about how his uniform was still perfectly dry when your clothes clung damp and clammy to your skin, about how he'd known exactly where to find you in this endless maze.
"you should drink," he said, softer now.
he took a step closer and you could smell the faint citrus of his shampoo, so out of place here it made your pulse skip.
"you'll get dehydrated fast in this sector."
his fingers brushed yours as he reached to twist the cap off for you, and for a dizzying second you considered letting him. his touch was the only warm thing in this entire place. but then the pipes above you groaned, a wet, meaty sound that had you jerking back, the water bottle slipping from your grip to roll across the floor.
jungwon's expression darkened for just a secondāa flicker of something sharp behind his pleasant maskābefore he sighed and crouched to retrieve it.
"you'll learn," he said, more to himself than to you as he placed the bottle carefully on the table.
outside, something heavy splashed into one of the pools, the sound echoing through the thin walls. when you tensed, jungwon's hand settled between your shoulder blades, warm even through your damp hoodie.
"don't worry," he murmured, his breath stirring your hair. "i won't let anything hurt you."
the promise should have been comforting. so why did it feel like a threat?
time bent around you like wet paper, the hours stretching and warping until you couldnāt tell if minutes or days had passed.
jungwon became your only constant, your lifeline in this rotting, endless maze. he told you where to sleep (the staff break room, always with the door locked), when to hide (when the lights flickered in a pattern that wasnāt random), which corridors to avoid (the ones with the faint smell of overripe bananas). but he never explained why.
"donāt follow the laughter," he said one evening, or what you thought was evening, as you both sat cross-legged on the floor of the break room, sharing a can of peaches.
the syrup was too sweet, clinging to your teeth, but you ate it anyway because hunger gnawed at your stomach like a living thing.
you frowned. "what laughter?"
jungwonās fingers paused where theyād been tracing patterns on the tile floor. he didnāt look up.
"youāll know it when you hear it. it sounds almost human. almost." his voice dropped on the last word, and something in his tone made you set the can down, your appetite gone.
"thatās not an answer," you muttered.
he finally lifted his gaze, his dark eyes unreadable. "itās the only one i can give you."
you wanted to push, to demand more, but then the walls breathedāa slow, wet expansion of the water-damaged drywall that made you recoil. jungwon didnāt even flinch.
"also," he continued, as if nothing had happened, "donāt trust water that moves on its own. and never, never go into a glowing slide."
"why not?"
he leaned forward suddenly, close enough that you could see the faint scar on his lower lip, the way his pupils swallowed the dim light.
"because some doors only open one way," he whispered. then he pulled back, his smile returning like a curtain falling.
"eat your peaches."
you noticed things, over time. the way the walls never dripped when jungwon was near, how the flickering fluorescents steadied when he walked beneath them, as if they were afraid to sputter out in his presence. you noticed how he watched youāconstantlyāhis gaze lingering on the way you tucked your hair behind your ear, how your fingers trembled when you were tired.
and then you found the notebook.
it was tucked under his pillow, the leather cover worn soft. you hadnāt meant to snoop, but heād been gone longer than usual (to "check the perimeter," whatever that meant), and the silence had pressed in on you until you needed something to focus on besides the sound of your own heartbeat.
the first page was a sketch of your face, rendered in startling detail. your lips slightly parted in sleep, your eyelashes casting shadows on your cheeks. you turned the page.
another. another. dozens of drawings, all of youāyour hands clutching a blanket, your back arched in alarm when something had banged on the door the night before, your tear-streaked cheeks from when youād broken down sobbing your third day here.
your breath caught.
"youāre beautiful when youāre afraid."
you hadnāt heard him come in. jungwon stood in the doorway, his head tilted, his expression unreadable. your fingers clenched around the notebook, the paper crinkling under your grip.
he stepped closer, his movements smooth and predatory.
"just kidding," he murmured, but his eyesādark and endlessānever left yours.
he pried the notebook from your hands with terrifying gentleness, his thumb brushing over a sketch of your crying face. "youāre beautiful all the time."
the air between you thickened, the silence broken only by the distant sound of something heavy dragging itself through water. jungwon didnāt seem to hear it. his gaze burned into you, possessive and hungry, and for the first time, you realised the most dangerous thing in this place wasnāt the shifting halls or the things that lurked in the water.
it was the boy standing in front of you, smiling like he already knew every way youād break.
the air in the filtration room had been particularly thick that day, clinging to your skin like a second layer of sweat as you followed jungwon through yet another routine patrol.
you'd memorised the path by nowāpast the cracked wave pool tiles, left at the concession stand with its permanently stuck "hot dogs $3.99" sign, right at the third set of rusted lockers.
his flashlight beam cut through the perpetual twilight, illuminating dust motes that swirled like tiny galaxies in the stale air.
"wait here," jungwon said suddenly, his hand squeezing your wrist just a bit too tight before releasing.
the filtration tunnel gaped before you both, its mouth dark and damp.
"i need to check something. don't move." his smile didn't reach his eyes as he said it, the way it never did anymore.
you nodded, forcing your breathing to stay even as you watched him disappear into the tunnel. the moment his light vanished around the first bend, your body thrummed with nervous energy. this was it. you'd been watching for weeks, noting which corridors made him tense, which doors he always locked extra carefully. the copper-scented hallway to your right had been his most consistent avoidance.
the first step away from the tunnel entrance sent a jolt of electricity up your spine. your sneakers made barely a sound against the slick tiles, your movements practised after so many days of following his lead through these endless halls. the chlorine-copper smell grew stronger with each step, so potent it made your eyes water and your tongue feel coated in pennies.
halfway down the corridor, your foot caught on something soft. you barely stifled a scream as you looked down to see what appeared to be a waterlogged park uniform, the fabric bloated and discoloured. something about the way it layātoo flat, too emptyāmade your stomach turn. you stepped over it carefully, your pulse pounding in your ears.
the maintenance ladder appeared like a mirage, its rusted rungs nearly blending into the water-stained wall. you tested the first step with your weight, wincing as the metal groaned in protest. every creak seemed deafening in the silent hallway. as you climbed, the air grew noticeably colder, each breath forming visible clouds that dissipated into the gloom above you.
at the top, the platform was smaller than you expected, barely three feet across. the glowing slide pulsed before you, its eerie green light casting strange shadows across your trembling hands. up close, the hum you'd noticed from below vibrated through your teeth, setting your nerves on edge.
you hesitated, one hand hovering over the slide's entrance. jungwon's warning echoed in your mind, but so did the memory of his sketches, the way his fingers lingered just a beat too long when he touched you. the way he'd started saying "we" instead of "you" when talking about the future.
the decision crystallised in an instant. you launched yourself forward, the slide's surface shockingly cold even through your clothes. for one glorious moment, you felt weightless, the current carrying you forward with exhilarating speed.
then the world twisted.
the temperature plummeted so fast your muscles locked in protest. the smooth tunnel contorted violently, the walls rippling like disturbed water before going rigid at impossible angles. your scream caught in your throat as you were flung sideways, then upside down, the laws of physics abandoning you completely.
when you finally crashed into a brackish pool, the impact drove what little air remained from your lungs. the water tasted foulāsalt and something organic, something living. you thrashed toward the surface, your limbs heavy with exhaustion and terror.
breaking through into the air brought no relief. the cavernous room stretched endlessly in every direction, the ceiling lost in shadow. the pool's edges weren't tile but something porous and veined, pulsing faintly in time with your racing heartbeat.
then you saw him.
jungwon stood perfectly still at the water's edge, his clothes soaked through as if he'd swum through miles of tunnels to reach you. water dripped from his hair into his eyes, but he didn't blink. the quiet rage radiating from him was more terrifying than any monster this place could have conjured.
"didn't i say," he began, his voice deceptively soft as he stepped into the pool, "not to trust glowing slides?" each word carried the weight of betrayal, his hands flexing at his sides.
the water resisted as you tried to back away, its viscosity suddenly wrong - too thick, too clinging. jungwon closed the distance effortlessly, his fingers wrapping around your biceps with bruising force as he hauled you onto the slick ground.
your body hit the floor with a wet slap, the impact reverberating through your bones. jungwon loomed over you, his knees caging your hips, his breath coming in sharp bursts that fogged in the frigid air. up close, you could see the way his pupils had swallowed nearly all the brown in his eyes, leaving only thin rings of colour around bottomless black.
"you could have died," he hissed, his voice cracking on the last word.
one hand came up to cradle your jaw, his thumb brushing roughly over your cheekbone.
"do you have any idea what's out there? what would have happened if i hadn't found you?"
tears spilled hot down your cheeks, the salt taste mixing with the brackish water still dripping from your hair.
"i just wanted to go home," you choked out, your voice barely audible over the distant, watery echoes of the cavern.
jungwon's expression fractured. he pressed his forehead to yours, his nose brushing against your tear-streaked skin.
"this is your home," he whispered, the words vibrating through your skull. "i'm your home."
his grip gentled as he pulled you upright, his arms wrapping around your shivering form in a mockery of comfort. one hand tangled in your hair, tilting your head back until you had no choice but to meet his gaze.
"don't ever do that again," he murmured, his lips grazing your temple. the kiss felt like a brand.
"next time..." his fingers tightened almost imperceptibly in your hair. "next time i might not be able to save you."
the unspoken threat hung between you, heavier than the humid air, darker than the endless corridors stretching in every direction. as he helped you to your feet, his arm slung possessively around your waist, you realised with dawning horror that you'd just proven his worst fear.
and in doing so, you'd given him the perfect excuse to never let you out of his sight again.
that night, something inside you finally cracked openānot with the sharp snap of defiance, but with the slow, inevitable splintering of resistance worn down by exhaustion and something dangerously close to surrender.
you sat shivering on the edge of his mattress, the damp fabric of your clothes clinging to your goosebumped skin like a second layer of shame. the scent of chlorine still clung to your hair, undercut by something darkerāsomething organic and vaguely sweet, like fruit left to rot in standing water, which seemed like a recirring scent in this place.
jungwon knelt before you, a threadbare towel in his hands, his movements methodical as he dragged the rough fabric up your calf. the friction should have warmed you, but you only felt colder with each pass, your skin pebbling under his touch.
"you never listen," he whispered, his voice almost affectionate, the way one might scold a beloved but wayward pet.
his fingers tightened slightly around your ankleānot enough to hurt, just enough to make the bones shift under his grip.
"do you know how many rules you broke today?" his thumb pressed into the hollow beneath your ankle bone, a silent demand for your attention.
you swallowed hard, your throat clicking with the motion. "i justā"
"shh," he interrupted, pressing a finger to your lips. his skin tasted like salt and metal. "i know what you were trying to do. but we don't lie to each other, do we?"
his hand slid higher up your thigh, fingers pressing into the soft flesh there, just shy of bruising. "say it."
your breath hitched. "no. we don't lie."
"good girl." the praise curled warm in your stomach despite everything.
his thumb hooked into the waistband of your soaked shorts, tugging them down your legs with agonising slowness.
"i should punish you," he mused, his breath hot against your inner thigh as he pressed a kiss there, "but you look so pathetic like this."
his teeth grazed your skinānot biting, just testing. "all shivering and wide-eyed. like a drowned kitten."
you should have stopped him. should have pushed him away. but your hands stayed limp at your sides, fingers twitching against the mattress as he pulled you closer to the edge, his grip firm on your hips.
"jungwonā"
"tell me you're sorry," he murmured against your skin, his lips brushing the crease of your thigh.
your pulse pounded in your ears. "i'm sorry."
"for what, exactly?" his tongue darted out to taste you, just once, making your stomach clench.
"forāfor trying to leave." the admission tasted bitter on your tongue.
he hummed, the vibration travelling straight to your core. "and?"
"for not listening." your voice broke on the last word.
his mouth found you then, soft at firstājust the barest flick of his tongue that made your toes curl. then deeper, firmer, until you couldn't stifle the gasp that tore from your throat. your thighs trembled around his head, your fingers twisting into the sheets as he worked you open with his tongue, each lick sending sparks up your spine.
"that's better," he murmured against you, the vibrations making your hips jerk.
"this is what you need, isn't it? to be reminded?" his fingers dug into your hips, holding you still as his tongue circled your clit with devastating precision. "to be taken care of?"
you couldn't answer. your thoughts had dissolved into static, your body no longer your own. when you whimpered his name, he hummed in approval, the sound curling low in your belly.
"use your words, sweetheart." his breath was hot against your soaked skin. "tell me what you want."
"pleaseā"
"please what?" he nipped at your inner thigh, just hard enough to sting. "you have to say it."
your vision blurred at the edges. "please don't stop."
he rewarded you immediately, his tongue laving over you in broad strokes before he pressed two fingers inside, curling them expertly until your walls fluttered around him.
"like that?" he asked, his voice rough. "you want me to make you cum? to remind you who you belong to?"
you nodded frantically, your hips rocking against his hand.
"say it." his fingers stilled inside you, denying you the friction you craved. "say you're mine."
the words stuck in your throat for only a second before you choked them out: "i'm yours."
he crooked his fingers just right, the heel of his palm grinding against you in time with each thrust, and you shatteredāyour back arching off the mattress, your walls fluttering around him as pleasure ripped through you like a riptide.
he kissed you after, his lips tasting of you, his grip bruising on your jaw as he held you in place.
"you're mine," he said again, his voice rough, his pupils blown so wide they swallowed the brown of his eyes.
"no one else gets to have you. not even reality."
his words settled into your bones like a curse. you wanted to protest. wanted to tell him you belonged to yourself, that this place wasn't your home, that you would find a way out. but when he pulled you against his chest, his heartbeat steady under your ear, you didn't resist. and when his fingers traced idle patterns over your hipāclaiming and possessiveāyou let him.
because the worst part wasn't the way he touched you.
it was the way your body arched into his hand when he reached for you again.
the way your breath caught when he whispered, "again."
the way you obeyed.
after that night, the invisible leash around your throat pulled taut like a noose gradually tightening. jungwon became your shadow, your keeper, your only tether to anything resembling safety in this rotting labyrinth.
when he did leaveāalways with that same murmured excuse about "checking the perimeter"āthe backrooms seemed to come alive with malicious intent. the first time it happened, you sat perfectly still for exactly three minutes after he left, counting each second by the erratic drip of water from a ceiling pipe.
then the lights began stuttering like a dying man's pulse.
"jungwon?" you called out, immediately hating how small your voice sounded.
the hallway ahead warped suddenly, the tiles rippling like water disturbed by some unseen force. when you turned to run back to the break room, the door you'd just come through was goneāreplaced by a staircase that definitely hadn't been there before, its steps slick with something dark and viscous.
"no, no, no," you chanted under your breath, pressing your back against the wall as the staircase shifted again, the top step now leading to a ceiling vent far too small for any human to crawl through.
that was when you heard itāa wet, clicking sound from the darkness beneath the stairs, accompanied by the unmistakable scent of overripe bananas and something metallic. your stomach turned as the clicking grew louder, more rhythmic, like dozens of tiny bones knocking together.
jungwon found you exactly seven minutes later curled behind a stack of mouldy pool noodles, your nails digging bloody crescents into your palms.
"i told you not to wander," he sighed, crouching before you.
his fingers were warm when they pried yours open, his thumbs rubbing circles into your clenched fists.
"what did you see?"
"the stairsāthey moved," you gasped, still trembling. "and there was something underā"
"shhh," he interrupted, pressing a finger to your lips.
his eyes darted to the hallway behind you, suddenly sharp. "don't say it out loud. this place listens."
he helped you stand, his arm slipping around your waist in a way that might have been comforting if not for how easily his fingers spanned nearly the entire width of your torso. "let's get you cleaned up."
you tried to assert yourself exactly once, three days later.
it started as a simple requestā"i need space"ābut the words came out cracked and brittle, like you were begging rather than demanding.
jungwon paused in the middle of rewrapping your blistered foot (when had you gotten blisters?), his head tilting in that unnervingly precise way of his.
"space?" he repeated, the word curling oddly in his mouth.
his smile bloomed slow and sweet, like blood spreading through water. "oh, sweetheart. there's nothing but space here."
his fingers brushed your ankle, trailing upward with deliberate slowness.
"endless, hungry space." when his hand reached your knee, he squeezed just enough to make your breath hitch. "i'm just protecting you."
you swallowed hard. "from what?"
jungwon leaned in so close his lips brushed your ear, his next words a warm puff of air that made you shiver.
"from what happens to pretty things that get lost in the dark."
he pulled back slightly, his dark eyes searching yours.
"this place listens to me. you don't want to hear what it says about you when i'm gone." his thumb traced your lower lip. "the way it licks its chops every time you stumble. the way the walls whisper about how sweet you'd taste."
that night, you woke abruptly to the feeling of something cool and padded encircling your wrists. your eyes flew open to find yourself in jungwon's lap, your arms secured to the bench with what looked like salvaged lifeguard rescue tubesāthe orange foam frayed but still sturdy.
"w-whatā" you stammered, panic surging as you tugged against the restraints.
"shhh, just for your safety," jungwon soothed, his fingers already carding through your hair. the casual ease with which he held you down sent ice through your veins.
"you were thrashing in your sleep again. nearly rolled right off the bench." he held up a can of peaches, the syrup glistening in the low light. "let's get some food in you, yeah?"
when you turned your head away, his grip tightened fractionally in your hair.
"now, now," he chided, popping the lid with a metallic snick. "none of that."
the first syrupy slice pressed against your lips was cold and cloying. "open."
the fight drained out of you with terrifying speed. by the third bite, you were chewing mechanically, the sweetness coating your tongue like medicine. jungwon's approving hum vibrated through you as he wiped a stray drop of syrup from your chin with his thumbāthen sucked it clean with a soft, satisfied sound.
"good girl," he murmured, kissing each of your knuckles in turn. the shackles stayed on all night.
as the days bled together, resistance became a distant memory, as foreign as sunlight or fresh air.
his touches became your only constantsāthe steadying hand at your elbow when the floor suddenly slanted, the broad palm spanning your back when a corridor narrowed unexpectedly, the strong arms that lifted you effortlessly over patches of suspicious-looking water. in the hot pool (the one oasis in this rotting place, its waters always perfectly clear and heated), he would wrap around you from behind, his chin resting on your shoulder as the steam curled around you both.
"feel good?" he'd murmur, his hands drifting along your arms beneath the water.
you'd nod silently, too tired to lie or protest. his heartbeat against your back was the only rhythm left in this place, the only thing that still made sense.
the backrooms themselves seemed to worship him. puddles stilled when he approached, their surfaces going eerily smooth. hallways straightened obediently at his approach.
once, when you caught your reflection in the pool's surface, it grinned at youāwide and knowingāeven as your own face remained carefully blank. when you jerked back with a gasp, jungwon just tightened his arms around you.
"just a trick of the light," he murmured, but his smile didn't reach his eyes.
the question burned in your chest for days before you finally found the courage to whisper it one night: "what are you?"
jungwon went very still, his fingers pausing where they'd been tracing nonsense patterns on your bare shoulder. for a long moment, the only sound was the distant drip of water and your own too-quick breathing.
"i used to be like you," he said at last, his voice soft with something almost like regret. "scared. lost. convinced there was a way out."
his hand returned to your shoulder, his thumb brushing the knob of your collarbone. "then i stopped pretending to be afraid. stopped fighting what this place wanted from me."
his lips grazed your temple, lingering just a second too long. "you'll understand soon."
the promise should have terrified you. should have sent you scrambling for escape. instead, a warm heaviness settled in your chest, spreading through your limbs like syrup. when he pulled you closer, you went without resistance, your head finding its familiar place against his shoulder.
outside your fragile bubble of warmth, the backrooms groaned and shiftedābut here, cradled in jungwon's arms, the world held its breath. you closed your eyes, letting the steady rhythm of his breathing lull you into something like peace.
somewhere along the way, you'd forgotten how to fight.
somewhere deeper still, you'd stopped wanting to.
it had been weeksāor maybe months, you had no idea how the warped time her workedāsince jungwon had let you out of his sight for more than a few minutes at a time.
you'd practised the request of wanting to sleep alone in your head for days, carefully framing it as concern for his own rest rather than your desperate need for space.
"you look tired," you ventured one evening as he rubbed your sore feet (when had you started letting him do that?).
your fingers played with the frayed edge of his sleeve, the fabric soft from countless washes in the pool's filtration runoff.
"maybe... maybe you should take a night for yourself. i'll be fine here."
jungwon's hands stilled on your instep. the silence stretched so long you could hear the drip-drip-drip of water from the ceiling vent counting out your racing heartbeat.
when he finally looked up, his smile didn't reach his eyesāthose dark, fathomless eyes that always seemed to see straight through you.
"one night," he conceded, his thumb brushing the delicate bones of your ankle. the casual possession in that simple touch made your stomach clench.
"but scream if you need me." his fingers trailed up your calf, leaving goosebumps in their wake. "the walls carry sound beautifully here."
he left you in a small bunkroom near the filtration systems, the space eerily pristine compared to the decay everywhere else. thick blankets covered the narrow bed, their faded nautical patterns almost cheerful under the glow of luminous pool tiles embedded beneath the frame.
you waited until his footsteps faded completely before letting out the breath you'd been holding.
the second the door clicked shut, the air grew heavier, pressing against your skin like wet hands. you told yourself you wouldn't sleepājust rest your eyes until morning came, whatever that meant in this endless place. curling up on the bed, you pulled your knees to your chest and stared at the door, straining to hear anything beyond the ever-present hum of machinery.
every sound became magnified in his absence. the walls creaked like old ship hulls, the pipes groaned with more than just water pressure, and every distant droplet echoed like approaching footsteps. at one point, you swore you heard whisperingānot words exactly, but something like the hiss of water through cracks, forming almost-syllables that prickled the hairs on your neck.
"it's just the pipes," you muttered to yourself, your voice thin and unconvincing in the heavy air.
pulling the blankets over your head, you tried to focus on your breathing, but the fabric stuck to your lips with each panicked exhale.
when the bed suddenly shifted beneath youājust a slight dip, like someone had sat at the footāyou nearly screamed. your muscles locked, every nerve ending alight with primal terror as you waited for the inevitable touch, the breath against your neck.
but nothing came. the silence that followed was worse than any sound, thick with anticipation and something elseāsomething watching.
by the time jungwon returned, you were curled into a tight ball, your face pressed against your knees to muffle the quiet sobs wracking your body. the door opened without a sound, but you knew it was him from the way the room immediately stilled, the oppressive weight in the air lifting as if by command.
"oh, sweet thing," he murmured, his voice dripping with false sympathy as the mattress dipped behind you.
his hands were warm where they slid under your shaking form, gathering you against his chest like a child. you hated how easily you folded into him, your body betraying your mind with its immediate relaxation.
"see?" he whispered into your hair, his lips brushing your temple. "you're safest when i'm touching you."
you wanted to protest, to push him away, but your limbs felt leaden, your resistance worn to nothing by the terror of the empty hours. when your fingers twitched weakly against his chest, jungwon made a soft, approving sound and kissed your forehead.
"shhh, i know," he murmured, one hand sliding up to cradle the back of your neck.
his thumb stroked the sensitive skin behind your ear in slow circles. "you just needed to learn, didn't you? needed to see what happens when i'm not here to keep you safe."
his kiss started soft, just the barest brush of lips. but when you didn't resist, it deepened, his mouth hot and insistent as his tongue slid against yours. the taste of him flooded your senses, metallic and sweet like the canned fruit he always fed you, and some broken part of you responded without thought, your hands fisting in his shirt.
when you didnāt pull away, he pressed deeper, tongue slipping past your lips with practised ease. he kissed you like he had the right to. maybe thatās what terrified you most.
āsee?ā he whispered against your mouth, tasting you in slow drags. āyouāre already calmer.ā
you werenāt. not really. but your breathing had steadied, your muscles unknotted just enough to stop trembling, and your arms were curled weakly around his shoulders. it feltā¦ safer. wrong, but safer.
he coaxed your top over your head with ease, discarding it like it meant nothing. his hands were warm and slow as they skimmed over your skin, trailing reverent touches across your ribs and stomach.
ālet me take care of you,ā he murmured, more command than offer, but spoken like a promise. āyou were scared without me. i know. i felt it.ā
his mouth moved to your chest, kissing your collarbone, then lower. when he sucked your nipple into his mouth, you flinched, but didnāt stop him. the heat of his tongue, the way he hummed low in his throat when you arched into himāit made your stomach twist, shame and need tangled too tight to separate.
āyou donāt have to think,ā he murmured, his palm sliding down your side. ājust let yourself feel.ā
you shouldāve said no. you didn't want his presence right? but you didnāt push him away, instead clung closer to him whispering a breathy okay. because your limbs still felt heavy, your brain still foggy with the memory of isolation and the cold silence of the bunk.
and his hands were so warm.
he kissed his way down your stomach, pausing to bite gently at your hip before nudging your thighs apart with his palms. his eyes flicked up, reading your expression in the low light. your breath hitched.
ātell me to stop,ā he said. his voice was calm, but something coiled underneath it. āiāll stop if you ask.ā
you didnāt. you couldnāt.
and that was enough.
his mouth met your folds with agonising slowness, tongue sliding through you like he already knew exactly where to touch. he teased you with slow flicks, warm and wet, circling your clit until your hips twitched, then pulling away just to hear you whine. you hated how quickly your body betrayed you.
āyouāre already dripping,ā he murmured into your skin. āsweet thingā¦ you missed this too, didnāt you?ā
his fingers slipped into you without resistance, two of them stretching you gently. the stretch made you gasp, your walls clenching around him instinctively. he crooked them slightlyāfinding a spot that made you buck, unbiddenāand smiled against your thigh.
āso sensitive,ā he cooed, kissing the inside of your knee. āso good for me, even now.ā
he kept going until your legs were trembling, slick pooling where his wrist met your body. you were panting, eyes hazy, brain empty of anything but the rhythm of his fingers and the hot drag of his mouth against your clit.
when he finally pulled back, you almost whimpered at the loss.
he stripped without a word, the soft rustle of fabric the only sound between you. when he hovered over you again, cock in hand, he paused at your entrance.
āiāll go slow,ā he said. āi want you to feel everything.ā
he pushed in with a groan, hips moving with infuriating control, stretching you inch by inch. the burn was real. but so was the way you clenched around him, the way your legs wrapped around his waist out of instinct.
āfuck,ā he breathed, resting his forehead against yours. āyou feel like you were made for me.ā
his rhythm started slowācareful, deep thrusts that filled you completely, his fingers locked with yours on the sheets. his other hand hovered at your throat again, resting lightly as if to say remember whoās in control.
and still, you didnāt push him away.
you didnāt want to.
youād tried to sleep alone, and it had nearly broken you. here, at least, you could pretend his touch was warmth and not some strange obsession.
he moaned when you clenched around him, and his thrusts picked up pace, harder now, deeper. the bed creaked beneath you, his hips slapping into yours with a rhythm that turned everything else to static.
āyouāre mine,ā he growled, breath hot against your ear. āyou know youāre mine.ā
your orgasm hit with sudden force, tearing through you like a cracked dam. you cried out, shaking, your nails digging into his back.
jungwon swore, driving into you onceātwiceābefore he spilled inside you with a shudder, pressing in so deep it felt like he was trying to disappear inside your body.
neither of you moved for a long time. he stayed buried in you, breath shallow, arms wrapped tight around your waist like he couldnāt bear the thought of letting go.
āyou wonāt ask to be alone again,ā he whispered against your hair. āwill you?ā
you didnāt answer. your eyes were already drifting closed.
he pulled the blanket up and curled around you, possessive and still, his fingers tracing lazy shapes across your stomach, like he didn't want to stop touching you.
āgood girl,ā he said softly. āsleep now.ā
and you did, not because you felt safe.
but because you were too tired to be afraid.
the next night, jungwonās fingers interlaced with yours in the dark, his grip just shy of painful.
"i want to show you something," he murmured, his breath warm against your temple. you hadnāt even heard him approachāhe moved through these rotting halls like a shadow given form.
"itās late," you whispered back, your voice hoarse from disuse. the words tasted like a lie because you both knew time didnāt exist here.
jungwonās thumb stroked your knuckles, a mockery of comfort. "itās always late here," he said, pulling you to your feet with effortless strength. "come on."
he led you to the broken diving boardāthe one with cracks spiderwebbing through its surface like veins. youād passed it a hundred times, maybe more. but tonight, under the flickering glow of the emergency lights, something was different.
"watch," jungwon breathed, pressing your palm flat against what looked like solid wall.
beneath your fingers, the surface pulsed like a heartbeat before peeling away with a wet, tearing sound. your stomach lurched as a hidden alcove revealed itself, the air inside stale and thick with the scent of mildew and something sweet.
"what is this?" you choked out, trying to recoil, but jungwonās arm banded around your waist, holding you in place.
"ours," he said simply, stepping inside and dragging you with him.
the shelves were lined with artifactsāyour waterpark nametag, the plastic slightly warped as if melted. your favourite silver bracelet, the clasp broken, the chain tangled in on itself like a strangled snake. the hoodie youād been wearing that first night, the fabric stiff with dried pool water and something darker.
"the place gave me these," jungwon murmured, running his fingers over each item with reverence.
his nails scraped against the nametag, the sound making your teeth ache. "it knew you belonged here." he turned to face you then, his eyes glowing an unnatural blue in the dim light. "just like i do."
your breath came in short, sharp bursts. "thatās notāthatās not possible."
jungwon stepped closer, the wall sealing shut behind him with a wet, sucking sound.
"you feel it, donāt you?" his hand rose to cup your cheek, his skin fever-hot against yours. "the way the water stills when you touch it? the way the lights flicker when youāre scared?"
his thumb brushed your lower lip, his grip tightening when you tried to turn away.
"you were always meant to be mine."
you wanted to scream. wanted to claw at his face until that smug certainty bled out of him. but your throat closed up, your voice abandoning you just as it had so many times before.
jungwonās lips crashed into yours, wet and cold like the slide that had brought you here. his teeth caught your bottom lip, sharp enough to draw blood. the taste of him flooded your mouthāchlorine and copper and something alive, something wrong. behind you, the pool water began to ripple without any disturbance, parting in perfect symmetry as if making way for something unseen.
"see?" he panted against your mouth, his fingers tangling in your hair to keep you close. "even it knows."
the days bled together after that. you watched, numb, as the backrooms bent to jungwonās will.
you sat cross-legged by the poolās edge, trailing your fingers through water that had gone suspiciously still. jungwon watched you from a few feet away, his arms crossed over his chest.
"make it move," he said suddenly, nodding toward the water.
you blinked. "what?"
"the water." he stepped closer, his shadow swallowing yours whole. "try."
you shook your head. "i canātā"
"try," he repeated, his voice hardening.
you swirled your hand through the water, creating weak ripples that died almost immediately.
jungwon sighed, crouching beside you. "youāre thinking too small."
he placed his palm flat against the surface, and the water recoiled as if burned, forming a perfect circle around his skin.
"itās not about force. itās about knowing." his eyes locked onto yours. "knowing this place is yours."
you swallowed hard. "i donāt want it."
jungwonās smile was all teeth. "liar."
the punishments grew subtler but no less cruel. when you tested himāwhen you asked one too many questions or pulled away from his touchāthe backrooms themselves turned against you.
"why wonāt you let me leave?" you demanded one night, your voice cracking.
jungwon, who had been humming under his breath while braiding a strand of your hair around his finger, went very still.
"leave?" he repeated, the word dripping with amusement. "oh, sweet thing. thereās nowhere to go."
the lights chose that moment to flicker violently before plunging you into darkness. something wet dripped onto your shoulder from above. jungwonās fingers found yours in the dark, his grip vise-like.
"shh," he murmured, though you hadnāt made a sound. "itās just angry youād even ask."
when the lights returned, his knuckles were smeared with something dark and glistening. you didnāt ask.
sleep became your only respite, though even that was tainted. jungwon insisted you rest curled against him, his arms banded around your waist like living restraints.
"sing to me," heād whisper into the nape of your neck on the bad nights, when the walls groaned a little too loudly.
his voice would curl around words you didnāt recognise, the language guttural and wrong.
"itās an old lullaby," he explained once when you stiffened. "the first thing this place taught me."
sometimes heād disappear for what felt like hours, returning with his hands stained rust-red under the nails and a smile that made your stomach drop.
"someone else got lost," heād say, wiping his fingers clean on a towel that was somehow always pristine afterwards.
his eyes would roam your face hungrily, as if comparing.
"but they werenāt you."
the unspoken always hung heavy between youāthey werenāt special. they werenāt his.
eventually, he began allowing you to exploreāalways with him, always with his hand clamped firmly around yours. the invisible leash between you grew shorter each day, tightening whenever you strayed too far.
"why do you hold my hand so tight?" you asked once, your voice barely above a whisper.
jungwon stopped walking, turning to face you. the hallway seemed to hold its breath around you. "because i canāt trust you yet," he said simply, his free hand brushing your cheek. "but youāre learning."
you held his hand not just out of fear, but because his skin was the only warmth left in this rotting place. because the hollow in your chest ached when he wasnāt near. because you couldnāt remember what your reflection had looked like before it started smiling at you with too many teeth.
the pool became your twisted mirror. no matter how still you stood, how blank you kept your face, your reflection always grinned backāwider each time, its eyes darker, its features sharpening into something that wasnāt quite yours anymore.
"she likes you," jungwon said one day as you stared at your warped reflection, his chin hooked over your shoulder. his lips brushed the shell of your ear. "she knows youāre staying."
and now it felt like you did too.
the tallest slide loomed before youāthe same one that had first swallowed you whole months (or was it years?) ago. only now, it twisted upward into the flickering fluorescent void, its plastic edges blackened and glistening like the inside of a living throat. you could feel it breathing, each pulse of the structure sending warm, damp air washing over your face. jungwon stood behind you, his arms wrapped around your waist in a mockery of tenderness, his chin resting on your shoulder as you both stared into the abyss.
"it's beautiful, isn't it?" he murmured, his lips brushing your ear.
his fingers traced idle patterns on your stomach through your thin shirt.
"i've been waiting so long to show you this."
your throat tightened as the slide emitted a low, wet hum that vibrated through your shoes and up your spine.
"what... what is it?"
jungwon chuckled, the sound dripping with amusement.
"it's our way forward, sweet thing."
one hand rose to cup your chin, tilting your face toward the spiralling darkness.
"this one leads deeper. to where the water is warm and the lights never flicker," his thumb brushed your lower lip, "where nothing can ever separate us."
you swallowed hard, your pulse rabbiting in your throat. "i don't understand."
"you will."
his arms tightened around you, pulling you back flush against his chest. you could feel his heartbeat against your shoulder blades.
"it's where we belong. where you've always belonged."
when you turned in his arms to face him, your hands came up instinctively to brace against his chest. jungwon was already smiling, his dark eyes gleaming with something ancient and hungry. up close, you could see the way his pupils dilatedānot round anymore, but slit like a cat's. when had that happened?
"we'll be happy there," he promised, his voice dropping to a whisper.
his fingers tangled in your hair, tugging just enough to make you gasp. "no more running. no more fear. just you and me. forever."
the word hung between you, heavy and final.
you searched his faceāthe boy who had fed you when you were starving, who had shackled you when you tried to leave, who had kissed you with teeth that were just a little too sharp. the only constant in this endless, rotting nightmare.
"what happens to me if i say no?" you whispered.
jungwon's smile didn't waver, but something dark flickered in his eyes. behind him, the walls groaned, the sound wet and pained. a single drop of black liquid oozed from the ceiling, landing with a splat between your feet.
"oh, my love," he sighed, brushing your hair back from your face with terrifying gentleness. "that's not an option."
the slide pulsed again, the hum rising to a fever pitch that made your teeth ache. your reflection in the pool behind you grinned, wider than any human mouth should allow.
jungwon's hands slid down to grip your waist, his fingers pressing into the soft flesh there.
"trust me," he murmured, his lips grazing yours. "you want this."
and the terrible thing wasā
you did.
you took a shuddering breath, your fingers curling into his shirt. jungwon's smile widened, triumphant and tender all at once. his forehead pressed against yours as the slide's opening stretched wider, the darkness inside beckoning.
"together?" you whispered, the word tasting like surrender.
jungwon's laugh was warm against your lips. "always."
you closed your eyesā
and let yourself fall.
ALTERNATE ENDING
you found it again.
the tallest water slide in the entire parkāthe one that had pulled you into the nightmare when this all began. even after everything, it was still here, standing exactly where you remembered it, though now it shimmered faintly with a green glow that pulsed gently from within the tunnelās mouth.
jungwon stood beside you, just slightly behind your shoulder. he didnāt say a word. his silence was heavier than any threat heād ever spoken aloud.
when you turned to glance at him, the absence of expression on his face was more unsettling than any of his smiles. he wasnāt smiling now. there was no softness, no cold affection, not even the hint of disappointment.
āit leads out, doesnāt it?ā you asked, your voice quiet and unsteady, though you already knew the answer.
it had to lead out. you felt it. everything in your chest ached with the possibility.
jungwon didnāt answer. instead, he reached for your wrist. his fingers curled around it tightlyānot enough to hurt, but firm in a way that told you he was prepared to hold on if you ran.
āit doesnāt matter,ā he said eventually.
his voice was calm, too calm, as though your desperation was something he didnāt need to take seriously.
āyou donāt want to leave.ā
but he was wrong.
you did.
you wanted to leave more than you had ever wanted anything in your life. your body was already bracing to run, every instinct firing all at once. your heart pounded in your chest, loud and fast, and your mouth had gone dry with the weight of the decision forming behind your teeth.
the tunnel wouldnāt stay open forever. the backrooms would shift again. the slide could vanish. and jungwonāhe wouldnāt give you another chance. if you hesitated now, if you gave him even one second longer to read your fear, he would never let you get close to this kind of freedom again.
you looked at himāreally looked. at the boy who had trapped you with soft hands and quieter lies. who fed you, touched you, claimed to protect you from the things out there when he had become the worst thing in here. the fear in your chest rose like bile.
ājungwon,ā you breathed, but the rest never came out.
instead, you ripped your arm free.
his fingers slipped from your skin, and before he could react, you turned and sprinted toward the tunnel, your bare feet slapping loudly against the damp tile. you didnāt look back. you couldnāt.
he called your name, but it came out raggedāloud and broken in a way that didnāt sound human. his voice echoed across the walls of the abandoned park like something that belonged underground.
but you kept running.
you threw yourself into the slideheadfirst, and it swallowed you without hesitation.
the slide gripped you instantly, and the light blurred as you careened downward. the curves of the tunnel twisted your body in every direction, and each sharp turn sent jolts of pain up your spine. the green glow surrounded you, too bright and too close, pressing in like it wanted to consume you. your lungs burned with the pressure, and your arms flailed for anything to hold onto, but the walls were smooth and slick.
you were falling, spiralling, unmoored in a tunnel that didnāt feel like it was ever meant to end.
and then, just as suddenly, it did.
you hit the ground hard, the concrete beneath you unforgiving and wet. the impact knocked the wind out of your lungs, and you lay there for a moment, stunned and breathless. the world spun behind your eyelids as you coughed, your body shaking violently.
but then you realised something was different.
the air you were breathingāit was real. it wasnāt thick with that damp, humming rot of the backrooms. it was cool and dry, laced with the familiar scent of chlorine, dust, and cheap coffee. the silence around you had edges again. and above you, warm sunlight filtered through cracked skylights, casting real shadows onto the floor.
this was the waterpark.
the real one. the one that didn't stretch endlessly into pools of nightmare
you were back.
you pushed yourself upright, palms scraping against rough tile, and looked around with wide, disbelieving eyes.
everything was where it should be. the vending machines stood in their proper place. the lazy river looped around peacefully in the distance. the walls were solid. your own breathing echoed back to you. you had made it.
you had escaped.
your chest clenched as a sob rose up from your throat, and before you could stop it, you were crying. laughing and crying at the same time.
you curled your arms around yourself and let it all out, letting your body shake with the unbearable mix of relief and exhaustion.
you were safe.
you had finally done it!
but then, just as you began to steady your breathing, a sound broke through the quiet.
it came from above, from deep within the vents lining the ceilingāsoft at first, almost unnoticeable. but as it grew louder, the shape of it became clear. it was a whistle.
your breath caught in your throat. the sound was too familiar, it was the same off-key melody jungwon always hummed when he thought you were sleeping.
the first footprint appeared in the puddle you'd left behindālarger than yours, the edges too perfectly defined against the concrete. then another, materialising closer as if someone invisible was walking toward you. the water in the lazy river began to ripple against its current, forming patterns that looked disturbingly like grasping fingers.
your hands shook as the lights above you flickered once, twice, before plunging the park into darkness.
the temperature dropped so fast your breath fogged in the air, the hairs on your arms standing on end as the silence stretched, thick and suffocating.
then suddenly, cold fingers brushed against your ankle, their grip tightening like a vice.
"did you really think," jungwon's voice whispered from right behind you, his breath chilling the nape of your neck, "that i'd let you go that easily?ā
synopsis: in which your night shift ends in the backrooms and the only way out is through him.
genre: backrooms au
pairing: entity!jay x afab reader
warnings: dubcon, very weird descriptions of places, descriptions of flesh, mean dom!jay, gaslighter!jay, mocking, teasing, invisible binding, oral (f. rec), fingering, clit slapping, spitting, manhandling, overstimulating, dirty talk, degrading, dacryphilia, unprotected p in v, jay has a demon dick!!!! lowkey a breeding kink sprinkled in there, creampie, i think thatās it..
wc: 9.1k
a/n: look whoās backā¦anyways i felt inspired after reading @gyuuberryy ās fic ādonāt look backā so i decided to write one w a bit of my own twist. this is such a fun concept of writing i feel like i should write more horror esk concepts even though this is very tame. anyways..enjoy. comments,reblogs and notes are always appreciated!
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you took the job because it was supposed to be easy.
midnight shifts, half-asleep mall rats, and a paycheck big enough to cover your rent and leave you just enough for junk food and gas. it was supposed to be quiet. boring, even. which it wasāuntil tonight.
the mall had always been unsettling after hours. too quiet.Ā too still.Ā the overhead fluorescents hummed above you like a dying animal, and the janitor's closet on the second floor always reeked of bleach and something else you couldn't place. but still, nothing that screamed danger. nothing you couldn't handle with a flashlight and a firm tone.
until tonight.
it starts with a sound. soft and distant. like the scuff of a shoe on the squeaky floor tiles of the place.
you pause by the entrance of the food court, your flashlight flicking over darkened storefronts and plastic chairs stacked like bones. the noise comes again, this time sharperālike fingers dragging across metal.
your stomach tightens.
you pull your walkie to your mouth, whispering a check-in to your partner on the other end. but no response comes back, just static.
okay, you tell yourself. don't be dumb. don't go towards it. you'reĀ notĀ in a horror movie.
you step back. your sneakers squeak on the floor, loud in the quiet. you turn on your heel and start walking the other way, fast. maybe it's a rat. maybe it's some idiot hiding in the dark and doing one of those '24 hours in the mall challenge' from 2016, or maybe it's nothing.
whatever it is, you just want to get to the office, call it in, and get the hell out.
but the air shifts.
it feels...Ā wrong. heavy. thick, like walking through water. the hum of the lights grows louder, buzzing at a pitch that makes your jaw ache. something flickers in your peripheral. you spin, flashlight jerking toward itānothing.
your knees suddenly give out.
no warning. no pain. just a dizzy, stomach-dropping sensation like the floor disappeared beneath youāand then black.
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when you wake, everything is yellow.
the world smells like mold. not fresh moldāold, dead mold. the kind that's lived too long in dark spaces and grown stale with time.
you're lying on cold carpet, face pressed into a nauseating mix of damp fibers and dust. fluorescent lights above you stutter and blink, buzzing in intervals that sound almost... rhythmic.
you sit up fast, heart slamming in your chest as your eyes struggle to adjust to the stale brightness of the unknown place.
this isn't the mall.
you're in a hallway. no windows, no doors. just endless, repeating yellow wallpaperāpeeling in places, patterned with some ugly 90s textureāand identical hallways stretching on in every direction.
you push yourself to your feet, head spinning.
"hello?" you call out, voice cracking. nothing. just the hum. you turn a corner. then another. and another.
it feels like walking in circles, except every hallway is just different enough to make you doubt it. a different stain, a different pattern in the ceiling tiles. but always the same walls. the same lights. the same sickly yellow glow that makes your skin look waxy.
where the fuck are you?
you start to run. but the halls go on. and on. and on.
and somewhere behind you, a shadow moves.
you've been walking for what feels like hours.
your legs ache. your throat is dry. and the lightsāgod, the lightsānever stop humming. they flicker sometimes, almost rhythmically, as if reacting to your breathing.
you gave up calling out 20 minutes ago. the silence that followed every "hello?" was worse than nothing. it felt...Ā intentional. like something was listening. choosing not to respond.
you stop to rest against a wall. the wallpaper peels beneath your touch, crumbling like dried-out skin. the carpet squelches faintly underfoot. it's damp now. damper than before. it didn't start out that wayāyou're sure of it.
you close your eyes. just for a second. then you hear it.
click.
a tiny, impossible sound. like a nail tapping on glass. you spin around fastānothing behind you. just more yellow, more humming.
you swallow hard and start walking again, faster this time.
the whisper comes a few minutes later.
faint. garbled. like a voice behind a wall.
you stop cold, "...can you hear me?"
you whip aroundāheart hammering, chest heavingābut the hallway is empty. it sounded so close. like someone just on the other side of the wallpaper, lips pressed to the wall, whispering into your ear.
"don't run."
your breath catches and you take a step back. then another.
a low, almost inaudible rustle drifts from behind you, like fabric dragging along the floor. you don't look back this time, you run.
you sprint down the endless corridors, turns blurring together. every wall looks the same. every shadow stretches too long. the humming of the lights becomes deafening, almost sentientārising and falling in sync with your panic.
and thenāa corner.
you turn it too fast, shoulder slamming the wall.
and there he is.
a boy.
he's standing halfway down the corridor, backlit by the same yellow haze, dressed in black and hunched slightly, like he's been walking for days.
he looks up, his eyes hollow and lifeless.
you freeze.
he looks just as scared as you. "waitā" he says, breathless. "you're real?"
your heart nearly caves in your chest.
finallyāfinallyāsomeone else.
you don't know that he's been waiting here for you. you don't know that the whispers were his.
you don't know that he's the reason you're here at all.
you only know relief and that's exactly what he wants.
he's standing in the middle of the corridor like he's been waiting there forever. just... still. as if he knew you were coming.
your feet skid to a stop, sneakers dragging against the damp carpet, chest heaving from your sprint.
his head lifts slowly. your eyes meet.
he's beautiful.
not the kind of beautiful you expect in a place like thisāno, he looks too clean, too human, too painfully real. black hair falls across his forehead, his eyes wide and startled, like he hadn't seen another living thing in years. his frame is lean, shoulders hunched slightly with tension, a black jacket clinging to him like a second skin. he looks tired.
his mouth parts, stunned. "you're... real?" he asks, voice barely above a whisper.
you don't answer at first. you're still frozen. still trying to figure out if this is a hallucination. if the place has finally cracked your mind open and spilled delusions into your skull. but he takes a hesitant step forward, hands raised as if to show he means no harm.
"iāi heard someone running. i didn't think... i thought i was alone."
you nod, slowly. your throat is too dry to speak.
he sees it in your face, that fractured look of someone at the edgeāand his features soften.
"hey, it's okay. i'm not gonna hurt you," he says gently. "you've been here long?"
your voice finally stirs. "i don't know. not long. maybe an hour?"
he winces. "i've been here days," he says, lowering his gaze. "maybe weeks. it's hard to tell."
you want to ask where is this and how do we get out, but the words collapse in your mouth. he seems just as lost. just as scared. and if there's one thing you know about surviving fucked-up situations, it's that panic spreads like a disease. and right now, he's the only person tethering you to something human.
"what's your name?" you ask, voice hoarse.
he smiles faintly, "jay." you give yours in return. and somehow, it feels sacred. the first time you've said it aloud since waking up here. it tastes real again.
you walk together.
not aimlesslyājay says he's mapped a bit of the place out. that some corridors loop, some don't. he tells you he's found areas with flickering lights and strange noises. some that smell like burnt plastic. some that feel colder than others, like they're not finished forming.
"sometimes i hear things," he says, tone hushed. "but i try not to listen."
"you hear them too?" you ask, something cold settling in your bones.
he glances at you. then gives the smallest nod. "they whisper your name, don't they?"
you don't answer, but your stomach twists.
you keep walking. you try not to notice the way the lights don't flicker around him like they do when you're alone. how his shadow always falls in the right direction, no matter where you turn. how his footsteps are too quietātoo synchronized with yours.
you try not to notice how his eyes flick toward your throat when you speak. how he never really seems out of breath. how the carpet never squelches beneath his feet the way it does yours.
he keeps asking you things.
where you're from. how you got here. what you remember.
and every time you answer, he watches you like he's cataloging each word. storing it.Ā savoring it.
but his smile is kind. his laughāquiet, sweet, disarming. it feels like warmth in this place where nothing is warm.
hours pass. well, you think.
the corridors have started to change. the wallpaper grows darker the deeper you go, browner. as if stained by time or something else entirely. the lights flicker longer now and shadows linger too long at the edges of your vision.
you want to stop walking, but jay touches your armāgentle, reassuringāand murmurs, "we're close. i think i found something a while ago. it might be a way out."
your chest stutters with cautious hope.
"really?"
he nods. "i didn't go alone. i was scared. but with youā" he breaks off. his voice turns soft, "āi feel safer with you here."
you look at him. he seems so genuine. eyes big, expression honest. he says it like it's a confession. like he needs you. you nod. "okay. lead the way."
and so you do. deeper.until the lights above flicker one final timeāand die.
time doesn't pass here the way it should.
you think it's been days. maybe a week. maybe more. but there's no sunrise, no clocks, no hunger cues to guide you. only the flickering lights and the ever-stretching corridorsāyellow fading into brown, into olive, into something sickly gray.
but you stop counting the days. because now, you have jay.
you learn his quirks. how he hates the buzzing lights more than the silence. how he taps his fingers on his thigh when he's thinking. how he always walks slightly ahead of you, like he's trying to shield you from whatever comes next.
"you know," you say one 'day' as you walk together through a hallway tinged orange by dying fluorescents, "if you weren't here, i think i'd have lost my mind already."
he glances back at you, lips quirking into a small smile. "same."
"really? you seem like you've got it together."
"nah," he chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck. "i'm just good at pretending."
you don't think about it much. but the next time the lights go dark for a stretch of corridor, it's his hand that finds yours. warm. solid. grounding.
and you don't pull away.
you have moments like that now. tiny, precious ones that feel stolen from reality.
he finds a corridor with walls covered in strange drawingsāchildlike scribbles in charcoal, some of them humanoid, some not. you sit with your backs to the wall and pretend you're at a museum, whispering critiques and giving the "artists" fake names.
you laugh together. it's a rusty sound at firstātoo loud in the quietābut jay laughs too, soft and real.
sometimes, when it gets too quiet, he'll ask about you.
your job. your family. the place you grew up. and he listensāreally listensāwith his whole body, eyes fixed on you like you're telling him the most important story in the world. when you falter, he encourages you. when your voice cracks, he gently changes the subject.
and when you dreamābecause you do, sometimes, in flickers and fitsāhe's always in them. guiding you through endless rooms. catching your hand. pulling you close before you fall.
you wake up and he's right there, watching you with a worried expression like he's been guarding your sleep.
"you talk in your sleep," he says once, voice quiet.
"oh god," you groan, rubbing your eyes. "what'd i say?"
he pauses. smiles faintly.
"you called my name."
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somewhere around day fourteenāor what you think is day fourteenāyou stop hoping for a way out.
not because you've given up, but because this, whatever this is, doesn't feel unbearable anymore. you eat the ration bars from your security belt. you sleep curled near jay in corners that feel less watched. you follow his lead because he always seems to know where to go, which halls to avoid, when to turn around.
you stop asking questions.
and you start looking at him longer. watching the way his profile softens when he's not speaking. how his hair falls into his eyes. how he always reaches for you first when the shadows flicker too close.
he never tries anything. never crosses a line. he treats you like something breakable.
so you start crossing those lines yourself. a teasing shoulder bump when he's zoning out. lingering touches when you pass him supplies. once, you fall asleep with your head on his thigh. when you wake, he hasn't moved an inch.
"you could've shifted me off," you mumble groggily.
"i didn't want to."
but still... there are moments. strange ones.
times when the lights flicker a little longer when he walks through. when the hum syncs to his steps. when he looks ahead into the darkness a beat too long, his expression unreadable.
once, you see something in the wallāa smear of something dark, a shadow stretching toward youābut jay turns his head at the exact moment and it disappears.
you blink. it's gone.
and he's already holding his hand out to you again, voice soft. "this way."
you take it. you always take it.
"i think we're close." jay's voice is quiet, but it cuts through the murky silence like a flare.
you blink up at him, wiping the sleep from your eyes. your back aches from the floor. the light above your heads flickers with that same electric buzz, only softer nowālike it's struggling. failing.
"close to what?" you murmur, throat dry.
he glances down the corridor ahead. you follow his gaze.
it's different here. the walls have changed againāduller, the yellow wallpaper turning jaundiced and blistered, warped like water damage has soaked through the structure itself. the ceiling is lower, and the light is dimmer. there's a smell now. faint. metallic. wrong.
"a way out," he says softly. "or... something. i don't know. i didn't go in before. i found it a while back, but i was alone."
"but you didn't try?"
he shakes his head. "i was scared." his voice wavers, just a little. you look at him closer, and it feels like the most human you've ever seen himāshoulders slightly hunched, jaw tight, eyes dark with something you can't place.
"but i'm not now. not with you."
you believe him. how could you not? after everything, all the ways he's kept you calm, groundedāsafe.
so you follow.
the deeper you go, the more the backrooms begin to rot.
the wallpaper falls away in strips, revealing a glistening material beneathālike old flesh or wet clay. pipes jut from the walls now. some of them drip. the air is heavy, saturated with warmth, as if something is breathing in these corridors right along with you.
"do you hear that?" you ask quietly.
jay tilts his head.
there's a sound behind the walls. a low thrum. a rhythmic thud-thud-thudālike a heartbeat. like footsteps. but not yours.
you grip his sleeve.
"don't worry," he says. "just a little farther."
the hallway finally ends in a door.
not a real oneājust an opening. the trim is darker here, almost black. the light inside pulses faintly, like it's trying to lure you in. and the smell intensifies.
when you step through, you find yourself in a new chamber.
this one is wide, circular. walls curved and smooth, lit by a single humming bulb that swings slightly above your head. in the middle of the room are three slidesālong, slick, and strangely out of place, like they were built into the floor of a decaying playground.
one is white, polished like marble. one is red, chipped at the edges, with a faint dark smear down the middle. one is black, dull and velvety, almost absorbing the light around it.
you stare at them. "what... is this?"
jay exhales next to you. "i don't know. i found this place once before. didn't stay long enough to figure it out."
"you said it could be a way out."
"i think it is. maybe."
his voice is unreadable.
you turn to him. "do you know where they lead?"
he shakes his head slowly. "no. but we have to choose. eventually."
you look back at the slides. something deep in your stomach curls. they feel alive somehow. waiting. "what if it's a trap?"
he doesn't answer right away. then softly says, "then we face it together."
you look at him. he looks calm, soft-eyedāsafe. just pick one, you think. you're not alone. he's here.
your eyes fall to the slides again. white. red. black.
your fingers twitch toward the black one. the surface almost shimmers. you step toward it.
and jay smiles. not sweet. not warm.Ā sharp.
but you don't see it, not yet. the moment your foot touches the black slide, it shudders beneath you.
not visibly. not violently. but it reactsāsubtle, like something flexing beneath its skin. the surface isn't hard plastic like you expected. it's soft. pliable. warm. like flesh left out too long.
but jay is right behind you. watching. and something in your chest tells you to keep going.
so you sit and push off.
the slide isn't straight. it twists. drops. swells and curves like a throat swallowing you whole. the walls are too closeāpressing ināand the material isn't smooth. it pulses. you think you feel something breathe against your shoulder.
your hands sink slightly as you try to brace yourself. a slick, wet sound echoes all around you. like something digesting.
and thenāblack.
pure, absolute black. no light. no air. no sound but your own blood roaring in your ears.
you try to screamābut nothing comes out.
you fall forever.
and thenāyou land.
hard.
but not on carpet, on something alive.
it shifts beneath you, twitching like muscle memory. the ground is slick and damp, lit by dim red bioluminescence leaking from the walls like infected wounds. it smells like copper. salt. something rotten and sweet.
you stumble to your feet. the slide behind you is gone. there's no way back.
you're alone. orāyou think you are. until you hear his voice. "you chose it, you know."
your head snaps toward it.
jay.
but he's standing different nowāspine straight, head tilted at an unnatural angle, like his neck is made of wire instead of bone. he's watching you. not with the wide, soft gaze you've grown used to.
with something else. something ancient.
"you could've picked any of them," he says quietly, stepping forward. "safety. death. or this."
you shake your head, backing away. "what are you talking about?"
"you picked me." his voice is still warm. still familiar. but too steady. too calm.
"i don'tāthis isn'tāwhat the fuck is this place?"
"it's mine," he says simply. "or, more accurately... i am of it."
your stomach turns, "i don't understandā" he smiles. soft. so soft. but something ripples beneath his skin, like muscle twitching beneath stretched fabric.
"i made it easy for you," he murmurs. "you wouldn't have followed me if i wasn't kind. if i wasn't... safe."
your knees nearly buckle, "you're lying."
"no. i've never lied to you. not once." he pauses, his mouth curling into a cruel smile, he steps closer. "you just never asked the right questions."
your heart is in your throat now. the walls pulse with itāthump-thump-thumpālike they're echoing your fear.
"this isn't real."
"it's more real than where you came from," jay says, almost tender. "you just don't want to admit it."
"what are you?" you whisper.
his smile widens, just slightly. his teeth look too white. too straight. too perfect.
"hungry."
you've never felt cold in the backrooms.
until now.
the air is still warmāwet and clinging to your skinābut your body is shaking. not from temperature. from something else entirely. from the kind of fear that curdles in your gut and hollows you out.
you stagger back, but the ground beneath your feet pulses with every movement. it's not carpet. not even earth. it's... him. it's part of him. you don't know how you know that, but you do.
jay stands in front of you, his expression peaceful. soft. like this isn't a revealālike it's a gift.
"you were always going to end up here," he says gently. "i just helped you make peace with it."
you shake your head slowly, the world pitching around you. everything's wrong. everything's been wrong.
his kindness.
his patience.
his restraint.
"you lied to me."
"i didn't," he replies, stepping closer. "you just believed what was convenient." and that, thatābreaks something open inside of you.
because he's right. you never questioned him. not once. not when he always walked ahead of you, somehow always knowing where to go.
not when his eyes flicked toward the shadows before you noticed them. not even when he told you "i feel safer with you here" and never let you see him afraid.
you wanted to trust him. youĀ neededĀ to.
and now you realize: you told him everything.
your childhood, your family, your fears, the dreams that had started to fray in the real world. every scar. every vulnerability. you poured yourself out like an offering because he listened. because he looked at you like you mattered.
"i asked you what you did before this," you whisper, more to yourself than to him. "you said it didn't matter anymore." you could feel a stream of tears begin to pour down your face like a facet, and you could only imagine how ridiculous you looked right now.
"because it didn't."
"you said you couldn't remember how you got here."
"i didn't lie."
you can't breathe.
you remember how he always turned questions around on you, how he always made you feel like the one in control. and you fell for it. every time. he played the perfect companion, the kind stranger, the fragile survivor. but he was leading you. grooming your trust. guiding your hand to this exact moment.
and you never saw it.
"you were watching me this whole time."
his smile doesn't change. "since before you fell. you were marked the second you stepped out of your world."
you try to move, to turn, to runābut the room itself responds. the walls bulge inward, not closing, just guiding you back toward him. toward the center.
and now, behind jay, the ground shifts, ripples, and 3 new openings emerge from the flesh-like floor. 3 more slides, each one glistening in the low red light.
white. red. black.Ā again.
but this time, they're not clean. they're not innocent. they're organicālike veins, like tongues, like they've grown from the very bones of this place.
"you made me choose," you whisper. "back then."
"i had to. i needed your consent. your fear. your longing." you flinch at his words, your body twitching with fear.
you can't speak. you can barely stand. the pressure in the room is like a hand on your throat.
"and now," he says, walking toward you slowly, reverently, "i'm giving you a second chance."
he gestures to the slides behind him, and you realized what each colour had represented.
white is safety. "you'll wake up in yourĀ home. you'll think that this is all a dream and if you tell anyone they'll never believe you."
red is death. "not metaphorical. not symbolic. ending. i promise it will be quick."
black is to stay. "with me. not just in this place. part of it. bound. fed. worshiped."
your knees nearly give out, "why me?"
he stops. looks at youāreally looks at you.
"because you were lonely," he says softly. "you needed to be wanted. i felt it when you fell in. all that ache, all that heat under your skin, how badly you needed something to hold you down, claim you, keep you."
he tilts his head.
"i just answered the call."
you want to scream. you want to cry. but deep down, under the panic, under the betrayal, under the spiraling horrorā a part of you remembers how safe he made you feel.
how warm his presence was. how seen you felt when he looked at you. and that part of you doesn't want to leave.
jay sees it. he senses it.
he steps closer, close enough for you to see the subtle shifts in his faceāsomething beneath his skin twitching, pulsing, like he's holding back something monstrous, waiting to be chosen.
"i'll let you go," he whispers, "if that's what you really want."
you stare at the slides.
white. red. black.
you step toward one of them and your fingers brush the edge. behind you, jay's breath hitches. soft. hopeful. and you fall forwardāinto white.
you don't land. you arrive.
the slide disappears beneath you the moment your body releases into itāno momentum, no tumbling drop. just a blinkā
and then you're standing, a chamber breathes around you.
walls of dark, glistening flesh, lit by a muted, red glow that pulses like a living heartbeat. the air hums. it tastes of copper and warmth. there's no door. no light above. no escape.
you turn in a slow, stunned circle.
what is this? where is he?
and then you hear, "you picked well." jay's voice cuts through the silence like silk dragging across bone.
you whip around. he's behind you. standing too close.
his features are familiar, still mostly human, but they don't move like they used to. his limbs are too fluid. his eyes glow faintly with something primal and ancient. there's no tension in his body now, no hesitationājust the unshakable stillness of a predator who has already won.
your chest tightens. "what is this place?"
he just smiles. not cruel. not mocking.
patient. "home."
you stare at him, heart thudding, breath shallow. your mind races back to the moment at the slide. how he'd waited. watched. how he hadn't even followed. he knew.
"you said... you said it was a choice."
"and you made one."
"but the othersā" your voice cracks. "white was supposed to be safety. red was death."
his expression softens ever so slightly in faux sympathy, "white was suppose to be home, this is home."
you step back like you've been struck, "you saidā"
"i never said which realm," he interrupts gently. "i just said they were options."
you feel like you're floatingāadrift in something sick and sweet. "then whyāwhy offer a choice at all?"
he tilts his head, gaze tracking you as you retreat another step. the chamber pulses around you, sensing your panic. the walls twitch with each heartbeat. the floor beneath your feet trembles in response to your breath.
you are not in control.
"because you would've run, if i hadn't made you feel like you had a say." his voice is calm. steady.
"but this wayā" he closes the distance in a single, quiet step, "it's consensual, isn't it?"
your breath stutters. "you tricked meā"
"no. i led you. there's a difference." he begins to circle you.
his movements are slow. languid. like he's savoring your fear. not in a sadistic wayābut with intimacy. like he's memorizing every tremble, every shake of your breath.
"i listened to you. i protected you. i let you tell me every little thing that made you feel small. and when it was time to choose... you chose me."
the walls around you shiver. something stirs beneath the floor.
"there was no way out," you whisper, horrified.
"no," he confirms. "but if i told you that from the beginning, you wouldn't have been ready for me."
"you used me."
"i wanted you," he corrects softly. "and i waited until you wanted me back."
he's right in front of you now. you want to scream, but it catches in your throat. not because of fear.
because somewhere, deep downābeneath the betrayal, beneath the horrorāyou still remember how it felt to be seen by him. how safe you felt when he looked at you like you were worth something.
"you never had a choice, little one," he murmurs. "but the moment you believed you did... you became mine."
you don't run. you can't. your feet won't move, no matter how loud your brain is screaming. because it's not just fear anymore.
it's confusion. it's betrayal. it's the bitter taste of something that once felt safe now turning rotten in your mouth.
your breath stutters, but jay doesn't move. he stands there, gaze quiet, composedālike he's waiting for you to catch up. like he wants you to take your time. let it all sink in.
and oh god, it does.
your thoughts tumble out in a frantic stream:
he never told you anything real.
he always let you talk first.
he dodged questions with smiles.
he cried once, remember? but his face never wrinkled. not really.
he held your hand when you were scared, but his skin never sweated. never shook.
he never ate. he never slept.
but you trusted him anyway.
you realize... none of them had names.
not the street. not the city. not the sister.
just placeholders. just enough to fill the silence you gave him.
you built him. you projected goodness onto something hollow.
and he let you.
"i thought you cared about me." your voice is hoarse, barely audible.
"i do," he says.
and it sounds real. but so did everything else.
you stagger back a step, and the floor beneath your feet shiversāsoft, slick, and alive. you suck in a breath, but the air's too thick, syrupy and humid. every inhale feels like it costs you something.
your body is overheating.
you can feel your heartbeat pounding behind your eyes. your chest. between your legs. like the atmosphere itself is stroking your nerves raw.
"why does this feel likeā"
you cut yourself off, horrified. because it feels good.
your bodyātraitorous, stupidāresponds to his closeness. the heat, the scent of him. the pull. and it disgusts you. it shames you. but it also excites something low in your gut that you can't name.
jay sees it.
of course he does.
"the backrooms don't just shift for anyone," he murmurs. "they respond to what you feel. what you want."
you shake your head, frantic. "no. i didn't want this. i didn't wantā"
"didn't you?" he steps forward again, slow, like he's taming a wounded animal.
"you followed me. you chose me. you let me in."
your vision sways. your breath shortens. because some part of you is still clinging to the way he held you when you were scared. the way his voice calmed you. the way he never pushed. never demanded. he earned your trust and now he's twisting it in his palm like a flower's stem, bending until it snaps.
you sink to your knees, shaking.
you can feel the pulse of the room risingāthump-thump-thumpāthe walls breathing with you, the floor cradling your body like it wants to hold you. trap you. keep you soft and helpless and pliant.
jay crouches in front of you.
he doesn't touch you, not yet.
his voice is quiet.
"you can cry. you can scream. but it doesn't change anything." he continues, "you're here now. with me. where you were always meant to be."
your vision swims. the fear twists into something else. somethingĀ hotter.
is it adrenaline? arousal? both?
you hate it but you want more. and that, more than anything else, breaks you.
because now you're not scared of jay. you're scared ofĀ yourself.
"you can't move, can you?" jay's voice is soft. breathy. too close.
your limbs won't respondāyour legs twitch, your fingers curlābut you're locked in place. not harshly. not like restraints.
like... longing.
your thighs ache to part. your back arches just slightly. it's like your body is moving on instinct, reacting to him.
he circles you slowly, steps silent. the walls pulse with a deep, ambient thrum, responding to the rise in your breathing.
"look at you," he murmurs from behind, his palm dragging down your spine. "so sensitive. like your skin's just waiting to be touched."
you shudder under his hand, eyes fluttering closed. you want to deny it, you shouldābut all you can do is feel.
heat. tension. craving. your own body is betraying you.
"you think it's just arousal, don't you?"
he appears in front of you, crouching. his eyes glow faintly in the red light. there's something predatory in the way he watches youālike he's savoring a secret.
"you think it's just the moment. adrenaline. fear.Ā me." his hand slides beneath your chin, tilts your face up."it's not."
he smiles, slow and indulgent. "you're already bound to me. you just haven't noticed yet."
your breath catches. "what are youā"
but you stop because you feel it nowāsubtle threads under your skin, like the gravity in the room is focused only on you. like something invisible is holding your wrists, your thighs, your breath, and telling it to stay. to obey.
"you gave yourself to me the second you believed in me," he whispers. "and now you'll let me take everything."
his hand falls between your thighs, and your knees instinctively try to closeābut they don't.
you're wide open. exposed. desperate.
he chuckles low in his throat. "see? not even trying anymore. your body knows who it belongs to."
you gasp as his fingers stroke the inside of your thigh, slow and torturously light.Ā he leans in, pressing his mouth to the shell of your ear. "you don't want gentle, do you?"
his other hand rises. fingers grab your jawāfirm, but not painful. he turns your face toward him. you meet his eyes and almost flinch. they're burning.
"you want filthy. you want my hands on you. my spit in your mouth and my cum slipping out of your cunt. you want to be ruined by something that doesn't even pretend to be human anymore."
you whimper, but your hips rock forwardāhelpless, aching. he grins. a flash of something sharp behind his lips. "good girl."
thenāhe spits. right between your parted lips.
you choke on your breath, stunned, but you don't pull away. you can't. you swallow without thinking, dazed, flushed from the heat crawling across your skin.
"that's it," he breathes. "so easy now. so eager."
he pushes you down, palms skimming your thighs as you sink. you don't even realize you've dropped to your knees until you're looking up at him, blinking like you've come undone.
the floor pulses under your skin. the room is watching.
his hand cups your cheek, thumb rubbing gently at your lip like he's wiping you cleanābut you both know better.
"no one's ever gonna take you like this. no one else could," he murmurs. "you were made for this. for me."
his voice is velvet-wrapped venom. his gaze pins you in place.
and you? you're no longer sure if you want to be free.
"that's what i thought."
jay sinks down in front of youāslow, deliberate, like he's descending into worship or war.
his knees press into the pulsing floor, and your breath catches the moment he pushes you back and his hands come to your thighs.
his eyes trail down. he grabs the waistband of your pantsāyour last piece of dignityāand pauses just long enough for the panic to rise in your chest. then he rips them down, dragging your underwear with them in one fluid movement.
you gasp, hands moving to cover yourselfābutĀ somethingĀ catches your wrists and forces them above your head, pressing them down into the floor.
the bindings return. invisible, pulsing. your arms are trapped, held still by nothing you can see ā just the air around his body thick with power, with control, with him.
"still crying a few minutes ago, weren't you?" he murmurs, voice low and cruel. "sobbing about trust and betrayal and 'how could you do this to me, jay?'" he mimics your tone mockingly, a smirk curling his lips.
you turn your face, burning. but he grabs your chināfirm, sharp fingers tilting your gaze back to his. "look at me when i speak to you."
your breath stutters. his hands slide downward again, slow over your thighs. your skin trembles beneath him. and when his fingers graze over the soaked heat between your legs, he lets out a laughāsoft, delighted, mean.
"oh, sweetheart..."
he drags two fingers slowly through your slick, watching the way your hips twitch, how your mouth parts on instinct.
"you really let me break you that fast?"
you squirm, but the invisible binding tightens. you're not moving unless he allows it.
"so wet for the monster who lied to you," he taunts. "the same one who's been watching you, stalking you, baiting you since the moment you stepped through that yellow door."
he presses his fingers against your clitājust enough pressure to make you gasp. "and now look at you."
he leans in, lips brushing your cheek. "so needy. so fucking ruined."
his free hand grabs your thigh and pulls you open wider, like he's claiming more of you by the second.
"don't you dare pretend you don't like this. your body's too honest, baby."
he spits again but this time low, messy, right where you're drippingāthen drags his fingers through it and back onto you, rubbing it in like something unholy.
"i should keep you like this," he whispers. "on your knees. dripping. trembling. always ready for me." your head drops back, a moan torn from your throat.
"that's it. make those pretty little soundsāshow me what a filthy thing you are now."
his mouth replaces his hand and he devours you. he licks a thick strip up your slit, enjoying the way your body twitches when he slides over your clit. he ditches the teasing fairly quickly, his mouth engulfing you whole.
not gently. not lovingly. like he's starving and this is what he's been made to eat. his tongue drags through every inch of you, relentless and skilled, and you can feel his power tightening around your limbs every time you twitch or buck.
he's not holding you down with strength. he's holding you down with want. and you can't fight it anymore, you don't want to.
not when he pulls back and looks up at you, mouth wet, eyes gleaming with something dark and endless.
"say it." his voice drops to a growl. "say you want to be mine."
your lips tremble, your chest heaves, and all that comes out is a whimperābut you say it.
"yours."
his smile is all teeth, "that's my girl."
"pathetic little thing." jay's voice is rich with amusement, a low rumble in the thick air around you. he's still crouched between your thighs, fingers gliding lazily through your slick heat, but he's not focused on pleasuring youāhe's toying.
his hand moves away. you gasp at the loss, but he's already reaching higher.
"take this off."
you blink through the haze. "what?"
he leans in. slow. terrifying. "your shirt. now."
your hands move on instinct. you tug it up, trembling, but your fingers fumble and you wince when the fabric catches. your eyes blur with tears āagain.
jay clicks his tongue. "unbelievable." in one swift motion, his hands are on you, tearing.
the sound of fabric splitting echoes like a scream in the pulsing room. your shirt is gone in seconds, shredded, forgotten and he tosses it aside like trash.
"you can't even get undressed without crying?" he laughs, shoving you back. the warm, fleshy floor catches you like a cradle. "were you always this helpless, or do i just bring it out of you?"
his hand grabs your jaw. not hard enough to bruise, not yetābut enough to make your breath hitch. "you were so loud before. crying about betrayal. sniffling like i ruined your life."
he leans in. voice dropping. "but your nipples are hard and you're soaking through your panties. want to explain that to me, baby?"
you turn your face, humiliated. his grip tightens, "look. at. me." you do. your eyes sting. your bottom lip trembles.
you hate this. you love it.
he sees everything, "you don't get to hide anymore."
he leans back on his heels, gaze raking over your fully bare body, and groans like he's witnessing something sacred.
"fuck, look at you. trembling. dripping. thighs shaking like you've been begging for this since the day you met me."
your face burns. you try to squeeze your legs together but he slaps your inner thigh.
not hard. not painful. but enough to sting. to make your hips jolt. "spread. them."
you don't obey fast enough so he grabs your knees and forces them open. "you want to cry again? go ahead. i like the way your tears look when they roll into your mouth."
you let out a shaky sob, frustration and arousal eating you alive, but jay just leans down and licks the tear from your cheek.
"sweet little mess," he breathes, lips ghosting over your skin. "this is what you were made for."
he kisses down your neck. your chest. your stomach. his teeth graze your hip. "tell me you want it, or i'll stop."
you squirm, humiliated, raw, "say it."
"i want it," you whisper.
"say it louder."
"i want it."
he smiles. mean. sharp. perfect, "good girl."
he presses his mouth to your heat again. tongue flat, slow, claiming. and this time, he doesn't stop.
his tongue slides over your center like he's savoring something expensive.
slow. wide. cruel.
you arch under him with a soft cry, body already raw from how he's stripped you downānot just physically, but completely. nerves exposed. pride shattered. his now, and he knows it.
"mm," jay hums against your core, licking you again, slow and deliberate. "sweet little thing... this what betrayal tastes like?"
your thighs twitch. his grip tightens.
"thought you hated me just ten minutes ago. now you're dripping like you've been waiting your whole life for my mouth."
you whimper, hips twitching. he doesn't give you reliefājust more pressure. too slow. too controlled. like he's building something just to tear it down.
he pulls back, licking his lips lazily. his mouth shines.
"you gonna cry again? huh?" he coos, one brow raised. "go ahead. doesn't matter how much you sob, this pretty cunt's still begging me to fill it."
you suck in a breath as his fingers trail back down between your legs. he teases youābarely brushing the slick entrance with two fingers, then pulling away.
again. and again. you try to buck your hips and move your arms but the invisible bindings at your wrists tighten.
"stay still." his voice darkens. and something shifts in the air.
he presses two fingers ināfinallyābut only halfway.
your eyes roll. your mouth drops open. he watches you, eyes filled with amusement. "that desperate for my fingers? not even halfway in and you're already squeezing like a whore."
you squirm as he thrusts them deeper. the stretch is overwhelming, so sudden after being teased for so long, and the heel of his palm grinds down against your clit until your vision blurs.
"feel that?" his voice is right in your ear nowāhe's everywhere. "that's your body saying yes while your head's still pretending to be innocent."
he curls his fingers just right and you scream. he grins like the devil himself, "there she is."
he thrusts faster now, fingers soaked, the sound of it filthy in the quiet, pulsing space. his palm slaps against your clit with every movement. your thighs shake, your hips jerkābut you're bound. you're stuck.
"how long do you think you'll last?" he murmurs. "how many times can i make you cum before you forget your own name?"
you whimper, breath hitched. "please, iā"
"please what?" he slows. again.
you almost sob.
"please let you come? please wreck you harder? or maybe you just want to be filled up like a good little toy."
you moan, body straining. the bindings tighten againānot painfully, but enough to remind you that you're completely his.
he leans in, fingers still deep, curling slow and mean. "you're not cumming until you admit it."
"admit whatā?"
"that you like this."
you freeze. breathless.
"say it. say you like being used. being ruined. say you like being owned by the thing you were so scared of."
you hesitate, so he stops. fingers still buried inside you, but unmoving. "say it or i leave you here. trembling. soaked. aching."
you bite your lip. humiliated. soaked. desperate.
and then you whisper it, "i like it."
"louder."
"i like it. i like being ruined. i like you owning me."
he smiles and fucks you hard with his fingers, curling, thrusting, his mouth back on your clit as he laps at you hungrily. you feel a foreign feeling build in the pit of your stomach, your body shaking and twitching.
you cum fast. loud. messy. completely undone.
your body shakes, back arching, a loud sob tearing from your throat as he holds you through itāmouth locked to you, tongue relentless, fingers fucking you through the aftershocks.
and when you collapse?
he doesn't stop, "you thought i was done with you?"
jay's voice is thick with amusement, warm breath fanning over your thighs as he stays buried between them. his fingers don't stop moving.
his tongue is still licking.
slow, lazy, like he has all the time in the world.
you're shaking. sobbing. your thighs twitch with every tiny stroke to your clit, and your hips jerk helplessly, but you still can't moveānot from exhaustion, not from the invisible force that keeps your wrists pinned above your head.
"don't squirm," he mutters, licking a long stripe up your oversensitive center. "you said you liked being ruined. so now i'm going to ruin you right."
you choke on a moan, head thrashing. "too muchā"
he laughs. "too bad." his fingers thrust againādeeper, meaner now. the squelch of your slick, the wet drag of his knuckles, the obscene slap of his palm against your clitāit's all loud now.
deliberate. degrading.
"listen to that," he sneers. "your messy little cunt can't even pretend to fight me anymore. soaked. swollen. like it's been waiting for me for years."
you gasp, mouth open in a silent cry as he flattens his tongue against your clit again. but this time, it's not slow. this time, he devours youārelentless, tongue dragging tight circles, fingers curling into that sweet, ruined spot that makes your whole body seize.
"you're gonna cum again," he growls into you, voice muffled by your skin. "don't care if you're ready. don't care if you're crying. this little pussy's mine now, and i decide when it stops."
your eyes roll back and you can feel itāalready.
your legs shake violently, breath catching in short, high-pitched gasps as you spiral toward a second orgasm.
"that's it. you're close, aren't you? fuck, look at youā" he slaps your clit once, sharp, just to watch you jolt. "āso easy now. so fucking weak for me."
you scream. you thrash. but the bindings hold.
"you gonna cum again, baby? gonna soak my hand like the needy little hole you are?"
your voice breaks, "jayāpleaseā"
"beg louder."
"please! please, iā" but you never finish.
he fucks his fingers into you deeper, thumb circling your clit, tongue flicking across your folds like he's marking you with every strokeāand it tips you over.
the second orgasm crashes into you like a wave of white heat. you screamālouder than beforeāhead thrown back, thighs quivering, tears spilling freely as your body locks and trembles and pulses around his fingers.
and he doesn't stop.
"yeah, that's it," he growls, watching the way you break apart beneath him. "fucking cum for me again. make a mess. cry about it. you're not leaving this floor until i'm finished with you."
your chest heaves, mind blank.
and jay? he's just getting started.
"look at you." jay's voice is velvet-coated filth.
he's above you now, body heavy between your thighs, pinning you to the pulsing floor with casual, crushing dominance.
you can barely see him through the blur of tears. your face is hot, your lips swollen, your chest heaving with hiccuped sobsāand he's smiling.
like your wreckage is beautiful. like your suffering is his reward.
"crying again, angel? didn't i just give you everything you begged for?" he reaches downāgrips himselfāand your breath stops.
because that's not human. not anymore.
you hadn't realized when he got the chance to slip off his pants, your eyes immediately zeroing in on what was clenches between his fist.Ā his cock is thick. veiny. too hot. it pulses in his hand like it has a heartbeat of its own, the head flushed darker than the rest, slightly curved, the base wrapped in ridged muscle you've never seen on anyone living. it looks designedāto stretch, to bruise, to own.
"don't pretend you're scared now," he huffs, pressing the thick head against your drenched entrance. "you begged for this. cried for it. soaked my face like a desperate little whore."
you whimper as he shoves in the tip.
your back arches, and your mouth drops down to an 'o'. "too big?" he mocks. "what a shame." his hand clamps down on your waist. you try to pull awayāreflexābut he drags you back down like your body belongs to him. because it does.
"this body's not made for anything soft anymore."
he pushes deeper and you scream. it burns. it stretches. he's so much, and you're still raw, still trembling from the last orgasmāand he knows it.
"so fucking tight," he grits. "like you were waiting to be split open."
he bottoms out and you sob again and jay laughs.
"god, you're crying again. what's wrong, baby? can't handle being filled by what you gave yourself to?"
your fingers claw the air, wrists still bound, whole body shaking as his hips start to moveāslow at first, dragging every ridge and vein against your walls, pulling back just enough to make you feel the loss before slamming back in deep.
"this pussy's mine now." he pounds into you again, "say it."
"jājayā"
he grabs your jaw, forces your mouth open. "say it or i'll cum inside you and keep you full forever."
your cunt clamps down on him tight and he groans, low and dangerous. "fuck. you liked that, didn't you? thought you'd hate being ruined, but now you want it dripping down your thighs."
you choke. your legs are shaking again. your mind is gone. he keeps fucking into youāhard, brutal, possessive.
"i'm gonna fuck you until you forget you ever had a name. until the only word you know is mine."
your body convulses and another orgasm hits you, this one violent and sharpārips through you as his cock drags over every spot that shouldn't exist inside you. it's like he's built to keep you on edge, to ruin you forever.
and when you cum, crying, broken, babbling nonsenseāhe smiles. "good girl."
he thrusts once. twice. and then he growls, a sound inhuman and deep, filling you with a rush of heat so intense your whole body trembles.
his cock pulses. deep inside. and he doesn't pull out. you could feel yourself dripping with him, your cunt clenching pathetically around him like a vice.
"mine now," he whispers into your ear, licking the sweat from your temple. "forever."
you don't respond. you can't.
and jay? jay just watches you twitch beneath him, a satisfied god feasting on the wreckage he made.
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no one finds her.
not the mall staff.
not the cops who skim the grainy security footage with bored eyes.
not her family, who post missing posters no one reads.
there's no door. no sound. no sign.
just static on the feed where her flashlight dropped. just silence in the halls where she vanished.
but sometimesāif you're unluckyā if you wander too far past where the lights flicker and the walls feel too soft you might hear something.
a voice.
a moan.
a laugh, low and sweet and wrong.
or maybe you'll see something flash byādark hair, bare feet, eyes too wide, a figure slumped against yellow walls with something crawling beneath her skin.
you won't know if she's alive.
you won't know if she's alone.
and the worst part? she might smile at you.
soft. slow. dreamy.
like she's waiting. like you're next.
because the backrooms keep what they're given.
and they remember every sob, every scream, every second of surrender.
and somewhere inside them, in the red-lit heart of something ancient and hungryāhe's still fucking her open. still whispering in her ear.
still asking the same question, over and over again: "do you want to be mine?"
and maybeājust maybe..
she said yes.
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āFuckk, just like that babyā sunghoon groans as your hips meet his with every bounce,
Just the soft lift of your hips to slowly slide back down on his thick swollen cock drove him crazy
āngh~ hoonie you feel so goodā every word coming out of your mouth was a whining mess, but you were too cock drunk to even care.
āmhm? You think so baby? bounce harder and take this dick like the big girl you areā His hand slid behind you, unhooking your bra effortlessly tossing it to the side.
he starts to squeeze and pinch your now sensitive tits with his long slender fingers, the pressure making his muscles flex and driving you more to the edge.
āFuck yes yes yes yes nnggh~ā from the high pitched tone and the way you started to speed up sunghoon knew you were not far from finishing. ālet it all out baby i wanna hear youā āuse your words princessā he holds steady of your hips, guiding you up and down to your climax.
āHoonie im so close, im so fucking close~ā one pinch to your nipple was all it took for you to cream all over his dick, you were a loud moaning mess when you came and sunghoon was such a sucker for those pretty little sounds of yours.
he came unbelievably hard, moaning and cursing under his breath slowly riding out his high. his cum oozing out of your used throbbing hole.
āfuckk, could stay like this foreverā
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summaryĀ harvey specter is many things. a doctor is not one of them. but when it's you, he tries anyway.
prompt ā sick reader, harvey takes care of her, protective harvey, louis litt being louis litt
warnings ā none, just soft harvey and a very dramatic louis šš
word count ā ~2.5k
note ā soft harvey is my roman empire and i will not apologise. Adding louis was the best decision, hope this is everything you wanted š«¶
That was the thing ā you'd genuinely, sincerely tried. You'd taken paracetamol at seven in the morning, drunk two coffees back to back, and walked into Pearson Specter looking entirely fine. Or close enough to fine. Fine adjacent.
Harvey had known by nine.
You'd felt it the moment he clocked it ā that particular shift in his attention, subtle enough that nobody else would catch it but you'd had over a year to learn the difference between Harvey watching a room and Harvey watching you. The way his eyes had moved to you across the bullpen and stayed a second longer than necessary before he'd looked back at his file.
You'd chosen to ignore it. He'd let you, for a while.
By eleven you were at your desk with your third coffee going cold beside you, the same paragraph of a deposition prep blurring in front of you for the twentieth time, and a headache that had quietly graduated from manageable to genuinely miserable somewhere around your ten o'clock.
Donna appeared at your shoulder without sound.
"You look terrible," she said, not unkindly.
"Thank you Donna."
"Medically. How long?"
"Since yesterday."
She nodded, unsurprised. Set a glass of water on your desk. "He texted me at nine fifteen asking if you seemed off to me."
You closed your eyes briefly. "Of course he did."
"I told him you seemed fine." A pause. "I lied."
"Donnaā"
"He worries." She said it simply, like it was just a fact, like Harvey Specter texting his secretary about you at nine in the morning was the most normal thing in the world. Maybe, at this point, it was. "He just does it quietly so you won't tell him to stop."
She patted your shoulder once and disappeared. You looked back at your screen. The paragraph remained impenetrable.
Harvey appeared in your office at half past twelve.
He closed the door behind him ā conversation, not a pass-through ā and instead of sitting across from you like he normally would he came around the desk entirely, perching against the edge of it beside your chair, close enough that you had to tilt your head up to look at him.
It was a deliberate choice. You both knew it.
He reached down without preamble and pressed the back of his hand to your forehead. Not clinical ā too slow for clinical, his fingers brushing into your hairline after, a gesture that had nothing to do with checking your temperature and everything to do with the fact that he'd been wanting to do it since nine fifteen.
"You're warm," he said.
"I'm fine."
"You've read the same page for forty minutes."
"I'mā"
"Don't say processing." His eyes dropped to yours, steady and close. "Go home."
"I have the Calloway prepā"
"Mike has it."
"Harveyā"
"I already sorted it." His hand had moved without him seeming to notice, fingers resting lightly at the back of your neck now, thumb tracing a slow line just below your hairline. The kind of touch he only gave when he wasn't thinking about it, when the professional layer had slipped and it was just him underneath. "Go home. I'll be there by seven."
You looked at him. The headache pulsed. He was looking back at you with the expression he'd never once used in a courtroom ā the quiet one, the one that only existed here, between the two of you, when there was nobody else around.
"You don't have toā"
"I know I don't have to." Simple. Certain. "Go home."
You went home.
Harvey was in the middle of a call when Louis appeared in his office doorway.
He didn't knock. He never knocked when he was worked up about something, and the expression on his face ā somewhere between frantic and indignant, which was Louis's natural resting state during any minor inconvenience ā told Harvey everything he needed to know about how this was going to go.
He held up one finger. Louis ignored it completely.
"Where is she?"
Harvey kept his eyes on the window, phone still to his ear. "I'll call you back." He hung up. Turned around. "You have thirty seconds."
"I've been looking for her for two hours," Louis said, already at full volume, already pacing the three steps his energy allowed before turning back. "She's not at her desk, she's not answering her phone, nobody knows where she is and I have a client meeting at four that she was supposed toā"
"She went home."
Louis stopped. "She went ā why didn't anyone tell meā"
"Because it's not your business."
"It is absolutely my business when I have a client meetingā"
"Which Mike will cover." Harvey's voice hadn't changed. Still even, still controlled, but there was something underneath it ā a particular flatness that people who knew him well enough understood meant stop. "She's sick. She went home."
"She can't justā" Louis gestured vaguely, the full weight of his frustration looking for somewhere to land, "ādisappear without telling anyone. She has responsibilities, Harvey, and I don't care if she has a sniffleā"
"She has a fever." Harvey said it quietly. The kind of quiet that wasn't soft. "She's been sitting at her desk since eight this morning running a fever because she didn't want to let anyone down. She went home because I told her to." A pause. One beat. Controlled and deliberate. "And if you have a problem with that, Louis, you can take it up with Jessica."
Something in Louis's face shifted. The indignation receding slightly, recalibrating, the way it did when he'd pushed far enough into something to finally feel its edges.
"I didn't know she was actuallyā" he started.
"I know you didn't." Still flat. Still even. "Now you do."
Louis looked at him for a moment. Harvey held his gaze without expression, without movement, in the way that made him the best closer in the city ā not because he was loud, but because he never needed to be.
The silence did the work.
"Is sheā" Louis started, differently this time. Quieter. "Is she alright?"
Something shifted almost imperceptibly in Harvey's expression. "She will be."
Louis nodded slowly. He looked like he wanted to say something else, something that might have been an actual apology if he'd been able to locate one, and settled instead for a short, slightly stilted: "Tell her the meeting is covered. She shouldn't worry about it."
"I will."
Another pause. Then Louis, with the particular awkward sincerity he only managed when he'd genuinely overstepped: "I hope she feels better."
Harvey looked at him for one more second. "Close the door on your way out."
Louis closed the door on his way out.
Harvey was already reaching for his jacket.
He was there by six forty.
You heard his key in the lock ā his key, on his keyring, where it had lived for the past eight months ā and then his footsteps through the apartment, unhurried and familiar. He appeared in the bedroom doorway to find you buried under every blanket you owned, laptop open to something you'd already lost the thread of, looking approximately as awful as you felt.
He took in the blanket situation.
"That's my grey one," he said.
"You left it here."
"I left it here so it would be here when I'm here. Not so you couldā" he gestured at the pile, "āhoard it."
"I'm sick."
"I can see that." But he was already setting down the bag he'd brought, shrugging off his jacket, and when he sat on the edge of the bed and reached over to press his hand to your forehead again it was gentler than before. More deliberate. His thumb traced across your cheekbone after, just once, and he let the touch linger in a way he almost never did anywhere that wasn't completely private.
"Still warm," he murmured.
"Still aware of that."
The corner of his mouth moved. "Did you eat today?"
"I had coffee."
"That's notā"
"I know it's not food, Harvey."
He looked at you for a moment with the expression that meant he was deciding how hard to push and landing on not very, because it was you and you were sick and there were certain fights he'd quietly stopped picking somewhere around month four. He reached into the bag instead ā soup from the place on 54th, actual medicine, the specific brand of tea you kept at the office that he'd apparently memorised without ever mentioning it.
You watched him unpack it all onto your nightstand with the focused efficiency he brought to everything and felt something tighten in your chest that had nothing to do with being unwell.
"Harvey."
"Mm." Not looking up.
"You got the tea from my desk."
A pause. "Donna got it."
"You asked Donna to get my tea."
"Eat the soup."
You ate the soup.
He sat beside you, close enough that his shoulder pressed against yours, and pretended to review something on his phone while actually watching you in the way he'd been watching you all day ā that particular quality of attention he'd never quite learned to hide from you, maybe had stopped trying to hide a long time ago.
"Louis came to find me," you said.
Harvey's jaw moved, just slightly. "I know."
"What did you say to him?"
"Nothing he didn't need to hear."
You looked at him sideways. He was looking at his phone, expression perfectly neutral, but there was something in the set of his shoulders ā something settled, something that had been resolved ā that told you it had been more than nothing.
"Harvey."
"He was loud," he said simply. "I wasn't."
"Did you threaten him?"
"I suggested he speak to Jessica if he had further concerns."
"That's a threat."
"That's a referral." The corner of his mouth curved, barely. "He said to tell you the meeting is covered and he hopes you feel better."
You blinked. "Louis said that?"
"Approximately."
You were quiet for a moment, turning that over. Then, softer: "You didn't have to do that."
He looked at you then, properly, and the neutrality had dropped entirely. Just him, the real version, the one you'd spent over a year learning.
"You were sitting at your desk with a fever for four hours," he said quietly, "because you didn't want to let anyone down." His hand found yours on top of the blanket, fingers curling loosely around it. "Nobody gets to make that worse."
You looked at him for a long moment. The headache had dulled. The soup was warm. Harvey Specter was sitting on your bed holding your hand like it was the most natural thing in the world, which, after a year, it was.
"You texted Donna about me at nine fifteen," you said.
He didn't look away. "I always notice."
Three words. Entirely unbothered. Completely devastating.
You looked back at your soup so he wouldn't see your face.
When you'd finished he set everything aside and reached over, pushing your hair back from your face with a familiarity that still caught you sometimes ā the easiness of it, the way he touched you like it was just where his hands went. He tucked it behind your ear, let his fingers rest at your jaw.
"Sleep," he said.
"You'll be bored."
"I have work."
"You hate working fromā"
"I don't hate it when it's here." Simply. Like it cost him nothing. "With you. I don't hate it."
You looked at him for a long moment. Harvey Specter, best closer in the city, sitting on your bed at quarter to seven on a Wednesday with his tie loosened and his walls entirely down and his hand still resting at your jaw like you were something worth being careful with.
"You're surprisingly good at this," you said quietly.
Something moved across his face. Warm and private and entirely his.
"Don't tell anyone," he said.
You laughed, tired and small, and let yourself sink into the pillows. His hand moved to your hair, slow and unhurried, and you heard him settle beside you ā the quiet sound of him opening something on his phone, the familiar warmth of him along your side.
He stayed.
Of course he stayed. He'd been staying for over a year. That was the thing about Harvey that nobody at Pearson Specter would ever believe ā that behind every wall and every sharp word and every carefully constructed performance, this was what existed. A man who texted Donna at nine fifteen and brought soup from the place on 54th and told Louis Litt exactly where to go and then came home and stayed.
Just stayed.
You were asleep within minutes, and the last thing you felt was his hand in your hair and the weight of him beside you and the particular irreplaceable feeling of being completely, entirely looked after.
"nobody gets to make that worse" i need a moment šš protective harvey fed my soul writing this, hope this was everything you wanted, thank you for the request š«¶
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