i'm still here, aren't i? (stuck with me)
smut, do not interact if under 18
pairing: spider-han x f!reader, established relationship genre/tags: spider-man/marvel au, oneshot, porn with little plot but there's lore, multiple positions, light bondage, oral (f!receiving), missionary, creampie if you squint, unprotected and protected sex, backshots, dom!jisung word count: 4.4k synopsis: As you two try to rebuild your relationship after Jisung's secrecy for so long, he finally lets you...experiment with what he's actually capable of. playlist: spideyboy
[a/n] i wrote this first on a plane but then got inspired to write a sad version of this first. so i finished that and now this one is finally ready! this is also all based on a headcanon i have that mcu!peter's suit is heavy as fuck bc of all the stark tech
⋆˚࿔ series: i'm still here, aren't i? ⋆ m.list ⋆
Jisung sprang swiftly from the bed and landed with a dramatic boom, creaking probably the whole floor of your apartment building at once. He either didn’t feel it or didn’t care as he dove to his knees with another hard thunk to look for something under the bed.
“Where is it…” he mumbled, voice soft but rushed. He pulled out a painfully beat-up and ridiculously oversized yellow Ikea bag. He rummaged around for a few seconds, tossing aside things that sounded heavy and expensive. You winced from your spot in bed. He didn’t mind you.
“Gotcha,” he beamed as he emerged triumphantly with his two gloves, which whirred and clicked into place, mechanical yet flexible. You had seen him equip them before, but usually with sirens and alarms blaring in the background as chaos called him - never before in nothing else but his boxers.
“You want me to get the mask out, too?” he asked with a shit-eating grin.
You tossed his own shirt at him with a baffled chuckle. Of course, he caught it easily. “All you had to say was maybe another time!” He was Spider-Man after all.
Your boyfriend, who you had known for almost a decade and dated for half of that, had been keeping a secret from you for almost two whole years. When did you find out? Six months ago.
Your relationship wasn’t perfect right now. Not bad, but not good. One just doesn’t forgive dishonesty so quickly. He had left you to feel confused, doubtful. Not that your friends knew his secret, but with a boyfriend who canceled plans, disappeared without warning, then came back looking brighter and stronger, they had gotten to the point where they had less and less reasons to support your relationship. You didn’t have a lot either, even now.
But you knew him, well and long enough that even this implausible secret made sense. Of course he would do something like this. Your soft-hearted, too-kind-for-his-own-good, no-problem-is-too-small boyfriend would absolutely risk everything the second he was given the power to help.
His initial response was to go back to hiding his alter ego, keeping you and Spider-Man as far apart as possible. It barely lasted a week; you needed to know. You weren’t going to bare that hole in your chest from his not answering his phone or leaving for days at a time. If he wanted you in his life, then you needed all of him, not just the pieces he thought were safe to show.
This included him being himself, all of him, at home in your teeny shared apartment. The oversized hoodies disappeared first, no longer swallowing his frame every day. They were replaced by…very little most of the time. Jisung wandered around your tiny apartment all broad shoulders and lean muscle. His arms had gotten massive, his chest firmer, his stomach taut in a way that made it impossible not to stare.
He also moved differently. There were the obvious signs, like his insane strength and how his new favorite place to ponder was from the ceiling. But he was also quicker, lighter, in a way that felt almost animalistic. He reacted to the smallest sounds, some you couldn’t register. He seemed to be one step ahead of almost everything. He was always alert, always ready, all instinct.
He’d also stopped wearing his glasses. Turned out he didn’t need them anymore. That one tugged at your heart a little. You missed them - missed them alongside the soft, slightly too shy boy who used to peer at you through smudged lenses and overgrown bangs, who’d duck his head when you caught him staring.
That part hadn’t changed much - he barely seemed to notice what he was doing to you and, when he did, he’d be sickening bashful about it. In the mornings, he’d shuffle around half-awake and rubbing his eyes, completely unaware that messy hair and bruised knuckles did something for you. Sometimes he’d lean against a wall or a counter while talking, his huge muscles flexing absentmindedly. He’d catch you staring and just blush before putting a shirt on. Worse were the times when he’d casually use his abilities. One time he caught a brick hurtling down from a shoddy facade singlehandedly without looking, not stumbling over even one word in his rant about the Apex Legends metagame. It took every ounce of shame in you not to suck him off where he stood.
Maybe the newfound confidence came with the mask. Or maybe it came from finally not having to hide every part of himself anymore. Either way, your shy, awkward boyfriend had somehow turned into someone annoyingly attractive, and unfortunately for you, he was getting the hang of it. You were okay with that, mostly.
Jisung laced his hands together and cracked his knuckles above his head, his gloves ticking. “One more time - are you sure about this? I can’t break the webs and the solvent takes a second to dissolve them.”
You took that question as a cue to get yourself into place. You set a few pillows behind and under you, propping your head and hips up comfortably and making sure your arms weren’t too high above you. After settling, you smiled widely, all your teeth on display. “Yup! I’m quite sure.” You wiggled your feet excitedly. You’ve asked for this a few times, but Jisung was a bit hesitant to bring Spider-Man into your bedroom. But you were persistent and it couldn’t hurt to try at least once…
“Alrighty, then,” Jisung sang. With a flick of his wrist and a soft thwip, he landed a net of web on your wrists, attaching you to the headboard. Immediately, you felt pressure - you tugged on them, but they wouldn’t budge.
Jisung positioned himself gleefully, a stupid smirk plastered on his face. “Thank you for suggesting this, babe.” He currently kneeled on either side of your hips, careful not to put on weight on you. He drew soft shapes on your thighs, which made you shiver. His gloves were still cold and added an alluring bit of weight to every movement.
“We haven’t even done anything yet,” you giggled.
“Yeah, but it’s going to a long night.” His eyes sparkled earnestly. “I’m excited.”
He brought a gloved hand you face, the sensation chilling you. It was strangely cool and he felt more powerful than usual. Maybe it was the adrenaline. He cupped your face and kissed you, low, slow, yearning. Quickly, though, he overwhelmed you. His tongue slipped through eagerly, taking your breath away as it shoved its way down your throat.
Your body wanted to chase after him, but you really couldn’t move all that much, which he noticed almost immediately. He kept kissing you and backing away, watching you struggle to follow.
“Greedy,” he murmured with a grin against your lips before he snuck away.
You could only glare at him before he decided to move downward, aiming at your neck next. He bit and licked and sucked, needing you to get just as vocal as he liked. A hand crawled its way under your tank top, cupping a full breast roughly. Your breath broke against the pressure. He needed to go further - he pinched a nipple, hard. You squealed, a high-pitched cry, as he rolled it between two sleek fingers, never lightening his grip. He wouldn’t let go;he just added a hand, which kneaded your other breast just as hard.
You had nowhere to go as he finished nipping your collarbones. After, he latched up on to one of your sensitive mounds, staring at you through straight lashes as he teethed on you. He sounded so sloppy, so hungry, as he muttered praises into your skin. Nonstop, the other one was squished before his hand slid down your stomach.
Your hips bucked into his fingers while they glided down to the fabric above your center. You emitted a soft sound, already trapped by his teasing. He growled as he switched sides, his fingers still gently assessing how wet you actually were.
“Ji,” you whispered, unable to decide how to end that sentence exactly.
Jisung separated from you with a pop, lifting up to meet your eyes. He was already heavy-lidded and short-breathed, his exhales warming your face.
“Tell me what you need, baby,” he emphasized with his fingers brushing your damp panties.
You swallowed hard. You trembled beneath him, your arms desperately trying to find him. “S-stop teasing me.”
“Oh, I’m not, baby,” he smirked as he pulled rough on your nipples, tugging it and watching your breast jiggle back into place beneath your top. You gasped. “I’m enjoying myself.” His hands slithered down to tug at your underwear. “Tell me what to do better.”
“T-touch me.”
He hummed in time to a long swipe over thin fabric. Your hips bucked forward to no satisfaction. “I am though.”
You threw your head back in growing frustration. “Like, properly, Ji.”
“I can’t do that with these on, darling,” he smiled, waving his free hand innocently. Your eyes widen and your mouth hung open, failing to hide utter anguish. You rubbed your thighs around his hand, searching for something as he traced aloof shapes above your sopping hole.
“Babe, I got this. Trust me.”
Trust meant shit coming out of his mouth, but he finally and happily removed your underwear and shorts, throwing them behind him with too much enthusiasm. He dutifully repositioned himself right after, laying down in front of you, your legs on either side of him.
“Can I?” he asked, feigning worry, as if he’d be denied.
You nod, watching him lick his lips first.
One of his few redeeming qualities, Jisung was a munch. He’d quit his job and drop of school if he could keep you pinned down under him forever. It was a pastime of his, honestly. For a long time, before he distanced himself, he’d make you lay down randomly in bed or on the couch and just stay between your legs for hours. Had a long day? He’d eat you out. Passed an assignment? Eat you out. Didn’t do that well on an assignment? Eat you out. When he was younger, eagerness made up for technique. After years, though, he prided himself on just how many times he could make you cum within an hour with only his tongue.
Tonight, he started slow, savoring you with each pass of his tongue. His eyes practically rolled in the back of his head, you were so wet and sweet. Although he was being tame, you were already out of breath. The webs dug into your skin, surprisingly stinging you, with no give whatsoever. You stayed exactly where he had left you and so did he, unfortunately. You couldn’t pull Jisung closer by the hair; you couldn’t shove his beautiful curved nose against your swollen clit. You could only grind your hips into his open mouth, searching for his tongue as it lazily yet firmly tasted every drop of you.
Jisung could feel your frustration in the way you rolled over his face; he could hear it as you muttered half-formed curses. He’d normally do whatever you wished, as soon as you demanded. But he liked seeing you so needy, so starved, for once. He liked feeling wanted. He liked seeing your cocky, bossy self fight the urge to beg.
His gloves purred as he positioned them wide on the inside of either thigh and spread your legs broad. Jisung had stopped completely to admire his work. Your cunt was swollen and red and shining with a pretty mix of your slick and his spit. Your stomach twisted in disappointment, waiting.
“Say please,” he spouted coldly, taking advantage.
“Ji,” you exhaled. He sure was brave tonight.
He ignored you. He drummed metallic fingers against your skin, seemingly bored.
“Jisung.”
“Hm?” He blinked, peering up innocently.
“Like, c-continue! Finish!”
Jisung brought his teeth to the soft part of your thigh and started biting at the flesh, dribbling all down your leg. It made you moan, but that wasn’t enough. It wasn’t what you wanted.
“Ji,” you gasped, tugging uselessly at your binding. “Just—“
Jisung dragged his heavy fingers down your squishy muscles, slow and pressured. The metal weave was apparent as he sank his fingertips, tracing each bite he gifted. It hurt but not as much as—
“Ji, please eat me out.”
His grin was wide and gummy. “How, baby?”
“Spit on it, hit it, fingerfuck me - I don’t care! But please, Ji.”
He didn’t have to spit on anything - you were overflowing. He merely dived down and kissed at your desperate pussy. His tongue slid in and out, pausing only for him to gulp down your slick. He picked up the pace, lapping at you like he was dying of thirst, his nose buried in your sensitive bud. He got so fast, inhumanly so. You loved the way he knew exactly what to do and how to do it by your cries. You shook so much, too, he had to hold you back from crushing his skull between your pretty thighs. He broke away to kiss them, bite them again. You jumped against the headboard.
“Jisung!”
“Baby, but you’re so soft!” he whined, his eyes locked onto you. “And maybe if you didn’t scream like that—“
On cue, he squeezed your legs, earning a yelp from you. He laughed as he went back to work. He gained a nice rhythm, in time to your cursing his name. His tongue slowed, even when he got to your clit. He circled it, several languid laps before pursing his lips and sucking. It was an obscene sound, the way he slurped you.
Your head spun, each action making you more and more undone. He wasn’t holding back today. He was always afraid he’d hurt if he wasn’t 100% aware of how much strength he used but now, he seemed to be leaning into his new gifts. It was like he needed you to feel him, each touch a mark, a promise, a statement.
“Ji, I’m close,” you babbled.
Jisung responded by retreating for a moment before returning with a wide, long, slow swipe at your sopping cunt, making you feel every second he was on you. He traveled until he found your clit once more and attached his watery mouth with no mercy. His hands easily threw your leaded legs above his shoulders, limp as he worked.
Your first organism hit you harder than you expected. You tensed and trembled, screaming at this point. The feeling of your boyfriend and the web ties, both unrelenting, drove you beyond all sense. But that didn’t make Jisung stop - he wrapped his arms around your legs and brought you closer, physically holding you so you literally rode out your high on him.
As the pleasure subsided into exhaustion, your body tried to collapse, but there was nowhere to go. You pressed into the pillows, no words capable of being uttered. Jisung only watched, admiring what a sweaty, gasping mess you already were. Your face and chest was flushed a bright pink, your chest heaving dramatically as you fought to catch your breath.
“Oh no,” he mused as he sat up and inched closer. He returned his two gloved hand to your breasts. He fondled them roughly above your shirt, ignoring your pained whines. “I should’ve gotten rid your shirt before we started. It’s in the way. How can I see how pretty you are naked with it on, baby?”Rudely, he only pawed harder with each word. “I didn’t think this through. Lemme fix that.”
Like a sheet of paper, he tore your tank top in two with easy fingers. Your jaw went slack as he peeled off what was left and tossed them to the floor.
“Better,” he smiled with a raised an eyebrow.
He got up to get your water bottle. He took a sip himself but not before he let you drink. He wiped your face with the tissues on the nightstand, giving you a small peck on the cheek when he was done.
Jisung knelt in front of you, his big body folded in like he was praying. You had a leg on either side of him, open and vulnerable. He ran his hands up and down your thighs with little actual patience. You could see his sold, hefty hard-on fight against his boxers, begging despite his feeble voice. “Are you okay to keep going?” he asked as he bucked slightly into the mattress.
“Yes, please,” you breathed. The words had barely tumbled from your lips before he returned to kiss you deeply, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. All the while, you could feel the head of his cock through his boxers rubbing against your still sensitive folds.
“Now?” he practically whined.
You desperately nodded.
He lowered you slightly on the pillows, so you were laying down. Your hands hung achingly above you like a bell in church. He gracefully positioned his hands on either side of you and sank down you two were forehead to forehead, chest to chest.
Initially, he nudged himself into you unhurriedly, like there was still all the time in the world. You gasped with each inch, the journey as long as his cock. He eventually bottomed out and stayed there, listening to your already ragged breathing.
“Fuck…still tight,” he choked. You squeezed around him, adjusting to his size. He was obsessed how it still took you a minute to take all of him in.
He groaned deeply as he began moving. The thrusts were deep, slow, and long - he’d drag himself almost all the way out before inching his way back in. You rolled your hips in time with his, gracefully but urgently chasing his addictive length.
With each sensual grind, he kissed you passionately like your soul was in the other side of your mouth. Occasionally, if you needed to squeak or moan, he’d place a gentle kiss on your neck or a soft bite on your shoulder. Soon, one his hands traveled up to your bound wrists, added even more pressure, while the other caressed your shaking body. It was agonizing.
“You’re so good, taking me so well,” he murmured against your check. “So, perfect, so patient.”
Your hips jerked against his spastically, searching for something rougher. He only giggled, a pure sound full of malice.
“Y/n,” he cooed. “Use your words.”
You groaned, less from euphoria more from how annoying he’d grown. You gulped before spitting out, low and taunting, “Fuck me.”
You ceremoniously wrapped your legs around his waist and all he could do for a second was smiled into your neck. Suddenly, before you could protest further, he snapped his pelvis forward, ramming into you faster and even deeper. He relished your cries by burying his teeth in your neck, sucking hard enough to leave a pretty present for work tomorrow.
“Right there, Ji, right here,” you muttered into the air. Your cracking voice was just barely audible over the sound of skin slapping skin and your wet cunt squelching with each plunge.
“Right there?” He angled himself and pounded into you forcefully, earning a broken cry from your shredded throat.
You had squeezed your eyes shut, deliciously overwhelmed, but you felt a hand hold your face.
“Look at me,” he whispered. “Watch me fuck you.”
His thrusts drove into you hard and desperate. His bangs were stuck to his face and his chest was sweaty and flushed. He watched your face with a slight smirk, think you were the most beautiful creature he could ever witnessed. He kissed messily, he couldn’t help himself. You were even more gorgeous as you sobbed into his mouth, getting closer and closer.
“Cum, baby.” Broke away just along to praise you. “Cum all over me again like a good girl.”
You came harder, clenching around his length, arching your back to be even closer to him. You moaned his name loudly as refused to slow down, fucking you as he chased his own high.
You went slack beneath him, but he reached down to rub your clit, fast and rough. You cried, a strangled sound, but he wanted you sufficiently wrecked before he cummed deep within you. He railed a few more jagged thrusts before spilling thick, hot ropes all in you. He kept moving, though, pushing each drop in so you would be properly full. At this point, his name was a fragmented prayer for the neighbors to hear.
Jisung slumped into you, his head resting on your shoulders, his arms hugging you. You could feel his chest heave into yours as you struggled to calm your heartbeat. He stayed inside you, warm and sweaty, for a moment, but not long enough.
“Babe, baby,” he babbled into your ear between shaky, ragged breaths. “Can you let me try something? Please? Just one more thing, I promise.” Each whimper was accompanied by a slow, languid rut into your sensitive, aching cunt.
Lost for words, you nodded feebly, weak to how needy he still felt and sounded. As long as he begged, you’d do anything. You’d find the will. You’d muster the strength. He carefully removed himself from in and on you and retrieved the solvent. He poured only a few drops, but immediately the webs started to fizzle away. It took a minute or two to fully dissolve. During that time, he cleaned you up - he toweled you down, tucked your hair behind your ears, and got you some water.
After you reassured him that you were okay, he kissed your sweaty forehead and gently guided you unto your knees, making you look away from at the wall above the headboard. A quick thwip could be heard behind you, followed by his cold, metallic hands gingerly wrapping a thin cord around your wrists, behind your back.
“Is it too tight?” he asked.
“N-not at all.”
He pulled a little more so your wrists were flushed together, tight.
He got behind you and unwrapped a condom this time, still wincing slightly from the overstimulation as he rolled it on. This was a scenario he’d imagined for a while now. He patted your ass, assuringly but a tad bit hard. You were too good for him.
He positioned himself at your entrance, standing firm behind you. Oh, how what a sight. Your ass was something he was secretly obsessed with. Your pretty cunt was red and swollen and glistening with him, too, thighs bitten and blue. He was tempted to taste it once more this night. “Can you even take my cock again, baby?” he drawled.
“Of course,” you breathed. “Anytime, Spidey.”
That woke him up fully, a new exhilarating feeling. Unannounced, he slid himself in once more, quietly alarmed by how you could still invite him in. He grabbed your hips and sank all the way in, earning a yelp from you.
“Fuck,”he drawled. He was not exactly frantic this time; he went slow enough but made sure to bottom out with each thrust, pushing himself right into your sore hole. You shook beneath him instantly, but he only gripped harder, his gloves marking you more. You weren’t going anywhere. His cock slammed inside you over and over.
“Jisung,” you straight up cried as you buried your face into the mattress. The sound of your slick, mixed with moans and whines from the both of you, was deliciously dirty. You fought against the web binding; it stung just as much as when he slapped your ass, but it was entrancing, getting to feel his strength so up close.
“Shit, you’re too good for me, baby,” he moaned. “Letting me tie you up like you’ve done something wrong.”His cracking voice didn’t match how he was still mercilessly picking up the pace. “You can do nothing but cum for me.” A hand slid between your thighs. “That’s all my baby can do right now, take my cock and cum.”
His cool fingers found your desperate clit and finally rubbed fast circles. His gloves offered a sensation you’d never felt before - they were rough and hard but smooth and cold and glided over with your slick with ease. You dripped down his knuckles.
As his other hand squeezed your ass and didn’t let go, you screamed into the mattress, a pure, throaty shriek. Jisung could’ve cum right there, but he instead he held your hips against him, so you clenched around every inch of him.
“I’m going to cum,” you screeched, tears staining the sheets.
“I’m right there with you, baby,” he whimpered. “Cum with me, y/n.”
You made no attempt to muffle the scream ripped from your throat as you came for the third time that night. Jisung didn’t let up as he slammed into you one last time, stammering praises and thank you’s as he filled up yet another condom inside you. His fingers faltered a little, but continued to pleasure you as he milked every drop and tear out of you.
When he finally pulled out after several minutes of twitching inside you, he fell to his knees, the bed sinking loudly under him. You collapsed without his balance onto your side, too exhausted to even properly sob.
“Hey,” he mewled as he crawled over to the night stand to get the solvent again. As it simmered, he threw away the condom and he took off the gloves and tossed him to the floor with an unceremonious thud. Once you were free, he repositioned you like a doll so he could hold you in his arms, staring over you with thinly disguised worry.
“You okay?” he whispered. He knew he did a lot, probably too much. You hummed a sound that was meant to be a yes. You were too overwhelmed to even nod. He wiped your tears with his real fingertips and you leaned into the warmth. He kissed your face lightly as you panted still.
It wasn’t lost on either of you that in another world, it was often Jisung that finished these type of nights snotty and blubbering instead. Now, he looked like he only ran a slightly cumbersome jog. He was shiny and red in the cheeks and lips, but he looked too idyllic, like a painting, after everything. You reached shaky fingers to his perfect bangs, covering his wide pupils.
A lot had changed. Only recently had you really, truly noticed. But his fingers felt like home as they entangled into yours. They felt human and familiar and that was what mattered to you the most.
