[02:17 pm] spiderman!mark, boyfriend!mark, some fluff, mention of making out, use of spider webs (tying, choking, makeshift leash).
this takes place after “bed of spiderwebs”, no need to read it beforehand.
After weeks, it still surprises you, how easily spiderman!mark is able to find you in your campus. It’s like he can sense where you are, body swinging between buildings in the sweet spring night, finally landing on the rooftop of a convenience store, an amused smile hidden under his mask.
“Y/N, baby.”, spiderman!mark almost begs you against your lips, red from the previous minutes of exchanges. “C’mon.”, he says in a sigh, desperately trying to convince you to come with him in his dorm. You shake your head from left to right, his attitude makes a giggle bloom in your chest, ringing in your boyfriend’s ears. Maybe it’s the way he acts, or maybe it’s the position he is right now that’s making you laugh, your clouded mind can’t really tell.
“No.”, you tell him again, an obviously playful tone to your words, yet it gets the brunette pouting even more against your lips, pecking them, face half-covered by the tick, back fabric. “You have superhero stuff to do, remember ?”. You remind him, yet your hands tug at his black hood, pushing the fabric past his nose. You’re trying to make him a new one, a red one that suits his whole persona bit better, a small gesture as a superhero’s girlfriend.
Mark doesn’t budge when you completely take his hood off, brown locks pulled by gravity. Your boyfriend’s hanging upside down by a thin string of spider web, maybe that’s why you’re giggling so much. Or maybe because you’re in love, so much so it’s disgusting. The honeymoon phase at its peak, you cup spiderman!mark’s face, leaning down to plant a kiss on his forehead.
“I know, I know.”, he sighs again, and finally, he lets his body fall from his previous posture, both feet on the ground. He’s almost gracious, shoes barely making a sound as the touch the pavement, dark locks falling in front of his uncovered eyes. You’re forced to look up now, it’s crazy how the blood didn’t even rush to his head, or at least, it seems it doesn’t affect him. “I just miss you.”
You can only roll your eyes at this, used to his sweet words, trying to lure you in. Oh, how you’d love to just fall into his arms, let him set the pace, strong arms around your waist as he flies between skyscrapers. But you can’t, you both know it. Spiderman!mark accepted responsibilities when he took the very mask you’re holding in your hand, and you accepted what it meant. Him being away at night, him coming home late, possibly bruised, who knows.
Like he suddenly development the capacity to read your mind, spiderman!mark takes you into an embrace, one you welcome with an open heart, smelling the familiar scent of his fragrance. His arms close around you tightly again, before you lean away. “You have to go now !”
On that, the neighbourhood superhero is ready to shot out yet another one of his honey-filled words, but you beat him at that. Walking out of the dark street you two always seem to find each other in, you smile brightly at him as you put the hood of your sweatshirt on. On this Friday night, people aren't rare on the streets, spotting a few small groups of students walking around, trying to find their next bar to stay in, you put on your best act, choked voice coming too naturally. “Hey ! Spiderman’s here !”
“Do you think that was funny ?”, spiderman!mark asks you. And clearly, he thinks it is. From the moment his body swiftly entered your bedroom by the window, you could see the cheeky smile he did a bad job at hiding. His entrance didn’t even surprise you, continuing to apply your cream, carefully repeating your skincare.
“Yes, very. And you think it’s funny too.” Cearly, if you know your boyfriend wasn’t fast enough to dodge the horde of fans and students that gathered around the street after your little act, you wouldn’t have done it.
But see, there’s something else in spiderman!mark’s eyes tonight. You saw it earlier on, that’s why you decided to tease him a bit, refusing to break under his advances.
Lust fills his pretty brown eyes, it’s clear, even under the dim yellow light of your room. The smile you know so well twists into a smirk, one you’re getting to know better every week of your relationship, one who presents itself as a messenger of what’s to come.
It’s when you stand up from your chair, ready to slip out of your negligee, that your boyfriend decides its enough. With a motion of his hand, a flick of his wrist, a spiderweb forces your right hand on the wall of your room. You arch an eyebrow, smile mirroring his own, you don’t know how yours is about to drop very, very soon.
A step forward, another movement of the hand, your remaining hand’s stuck, forcing your back to the wall. It was the ability to knock the air out of your lungs, but what spiderman!mark says next steals your breath away. “I’m done playing your little games. My rules now.”
Oh, how you love when he gets like this, how he loves when you don’t back down. “I don’t think so. I don’t care about your rules.” It comes out too naturally, your boyfriend, long time friend and enemy knows you well enough.
He laughs in the dead of the night, a thin, almost translucid string coming out of his hand. In a second, in wraps around your neck. Fuck, when did he get so good with his powers ?
The thin stick is enough to block your airways, tighter and tighter around your neck, and it’s when your look up, you realise he has the end of the spider webs in his hand, makeshift leash playfully tugging.
The brunette takes a step forward, and another, and another, wrapping the string around his fist. And, soon enough, his body’s pushed against yours, hips pressed against your own, so much you can feel him, you can feel the base and the tip, you can feel him throb. Another tug, he forces you to look at him, almost black eyes burning into your pupils.
“I don’t remember saying you could speak, slut.”
