🕸️🕷️✮⋆˙ LOG 5 — INTERVENTION (chapter 5 of my spiderman!jisung series)
pairing: han jisung x fem!reader, college spider-man au, established relationship synopsis: the issue with having a double life is that on top of everything spider-man has to deal with, han jisung still has his own problems. it’s only natural for you to wanna carry some of that weight for him, even though he’s made it clear he doesn't wanna get you involved warnings: ~7k words, established relationship, fluff, alcohol consumption, explicit content (MINORS DFNI!!), angry sex, switch! reader and jisung, reverse cowgirl, spanking, protected sex, dirty talk, lowk brat!jisung
a/n: hey loves 🥹 i’m incredibly sorry for disappearing for two whole months 💔 i know that’s such a long time and you guys have been so patient with me. i spent forever rewriting this chapter but it’s finally here now and i’m so happy!
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the spider.
an extraordinary species.
eight limbs to support its balance rather than merely six. perfect adhesion to glass, steel, concrete, and even inverted surfaces. a reaction time measured down to milliseconds. sensitivity that could chart its surroundings through the slightest vibration in the air.
indeed, it was a masterpiece of nature.
inside the glass container, the arachnid tested the perimeter.
the curious man stood outside the glass, observing its every movement. he reached for the syringe. the radioactive material inside it emitted a faint glow as he injected the spider.
slowly, he pressed the plunger. the radioactive material flowed into its body.
the spider convulsed, its legs scraping against the glass.
naturally, fine hairs stood on the man’s arms. he carefully placed the empty syringe on the steel tray but couldn’t tear his eyes away.
the spider started undergoing the changes. its legs grew longer and its body thickened. he saw how the spider moved faster and developed a mind of its own.
he observed closely for signs of instability. the last spider had turned on itself within minutes.
the man smiled when he saw that this one did not.
“look at you.”
“look at you!”
you burst out laughing, practically falling forward onto jisung's chest as you pointed at the absolute disaster he’d turned into overnight.
jisung blinked up at you. his hair was sticking up in at least four different directions. he’d slept like a baby. it was that easy to tell.
his favourite moments were late mornings with you when sunlight would spill through your curtains, warming the sheets.
but those mornings usually went one of two ways: either waking to your lips all over him, or waking up to your endless teasing. unfortunately for him, today you’d chosen the second.
“stop laughing at me,” he groaned and threw an arm over his face.
he peeked at you through his elbows
you were sitting up against your pillows, legs tangled in the blanket, one hand braced behind you. the light caught the slope of your shoulder and traced down your collarbone.
“i can’t wait to wake up to you like this forever.” he mumbled with a dazed smile.
you huffed, rolling your eyes. “you act like you don’t sleep over almost every other day.”
he shot upright so fast the mattress bounced beneath you.
“i don’t!” he was sitting up now as well, messy hair falling onto his forehead from the sudden movement. “i’ll have you know i haven’t slept in your bed in almost a week.”
“how fucking tragic.” you said flatly, sliding your legs off the bed. you could almost hear the whiny voice building up in his throat like it always did before he was about to burst.
you stood, stretching your arms above your head as you walked toward the window. the light was soft but muted behind the curtains.
“for the record, i have very valid reasons for coming! i risk my life everyday,” he added dramatically. “the least you could do is greet me with a little appreciation—”
you reached for the curtain and tugged it open.
light spilled in.
your eyes fell on a handprint on your window, and your stomach dropped.
behind you, your boyfriend kept running his mouth.
“—and i just think if we’re being fair—”
his voice blurred like someone had dunked your head underwater.
you had woken up comfortable in the illusion of normalcy. you told yourself that what you saw at the window last night was just your brain playing tricks after weeks of mutant attacks and distant sirens bleeding into your sleep.
no. no, what happened last night was just a dream. a deadly mutant wouldn’t have come by your window and left you unscathed.
but you remembered it too clearly for it to be a dream. you remembered how your breath picked up as the mutant pressed its skinless palm against the window and stared you down.
and plus, how were you supposed to convince yourself it wasn’t real when the evidence was right in front of you?
“y/n?”
your breathing grew shallow, eyes locked on the glass.
“baby.”
the room snapped back into your focus when he called the name you often answered faster than your actual name.
“you okay there?” he asked, eyes narrowed at your stiff posture.
you reached up and tugged the curtain shut again. the room dimmed instantly.
“yea, it’s just…way too bright with it open,” you said, looking down at the floorboards. anything to avoid those big, expressive brown eyes.
he didn’t buy it for a second.
his stupid spider-sense was probably pinging like a smoke alarm right now. maybe you had some of your own, judging by the way you could feel his gaze like darts without even looking at him.
you dropped back onto the bed beside him, shoulder-checking him hard enough that he let out a dramatic “ouch.”
his arms slid around you and he tugged you in closer until you were against his chest, chin hooking lightly over the top of your head. “you sure you’re okay?” he asked.
you pulled away almost instantly, faking an annoyed huff. “why wouldn’t i be?”
“i don’t know!” he threw his hand up defensively. “you just feel…”
feel what?
tense?
scared?
like prey?
you swallowed.
“i mean, you’d tell me if something was wrong…” he continued. “right?”
here’s the thing. you couldn’t just sit here and do nothing anymore.
he didn’t have time to play detective. you did.
and the mutant coming to your window was information jisung could actually use if he ever had five free minutes that weren’t spent bleeding or napping face-down on your floor.
you’ve had enough of the “i swing around saving the city while you sit here looking pretty and worried.” if he’d stop being a stubborn idiot for once and let you make progress, maybe he wouldn’t come home looking like roadkill every other night. you’re supposed to be in this together, right?
so if you told him, he’d absolutely lose it and overthink every possible reason a mutant would show up at your window specifically. then, he would do absolutely anything—beg, bargain—to keep you as far from his case as possible.
you tilted your head slightly, letting a small smile curve your lips. “if something was wrong,” you said carefully, “you’d be the first to know.”
it was true, he would be the first to know. if you kept it to yourself.
jisung let out a tired breath, “alright, baby,” he mumbled, trying to convince himself it was fine.
he then leaned in slowly, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. you kissed back without hesitation, hand sliding to the side of his neck. when he started to pull away you chased him, catching his bottom lip gently between yours. he let out a quiet laugh against your mouth, the sound vibrating between you.
he grabbed your waist and pulled you on top of him, arms locking around you. he pulled away and mumbled against your lips, “i love you,”
your fingers played with his disastrous hair. “i love you too, bugboy.”
he smiled and buried his face in the crook of your neck. his lips brushed your neck gently.
then a ringing went off on his phone.
his arms loosened a fraction, letting out a defeat sigh. your eyebrows slanted downwards in concern, knowing what that usually meant. it certainly wasn’t the first time you two were interrupted by something like this.
he reached for his phone on the nightstand without sitting up all the way. the screen lit his face as he pulled up the live news feed he always kept pinned.
indeed, there was a headline posted seconds ago reporting suspicious activity in hongdae with multiple sightings of entities near the university area. students were advised to seek immediate shelter, and the police are on scene.
that’s his cue.
you quickly moved to the side as he got ready. he pulled the suit out of his backpack and put it on like second nature. he took his mask out and pulled it over his head.
you walked to the window before he could, unlatching it with hands that didn’t shake. not visibly, anyway.
he turned to you, gloved fingers catching the bottom edge of the mask and tugging it back up just enough to reveal the bottom half of his face. he gave you one last kiss before pulling it back down.
“don’t go out until it’s reported clear, alright?” his voice was slightly muffled under the mask, “i’ll try and reach out after.”
you nodded once. “promise.”
“love you,” he said.
“love you too, be safe.”
he gave you a quick nod then flipped backward out the window. a faint web shooted out somewhere above, and then nothing.
you sighed, and reached up to pull the window shut. your eyes dropped back to the handprint on the glass.
you’d successfully kept jisung from seeing it. at least for now.
you were reaching for the cleaning spray and a rag, ready to wipe the evidence away, when a better idea hit you.
wait.
you spun toward your desk under which you kept your first aid stuff for spiderman. you yanked it open, rummaged past the bandages and antiseptic wipes, and pulled out a swab kit. you tore the packaging open with your teeth and pulled the window back open. you dragged the stick carefully across the palm area, collecting whatever faint residue had been left behind.
the tip came away faintly discoloured. you sealed the swab back in its tube, snapped the cap on, and shut the window again.
“you stupid things!”
spider-man shrieked as one of the mutants lunged, claws slashing across his chest plate. the strike missed by a millimetre.
“nice one,” he mocked, now walking backwards. “you know, if you wanna look like voldemort, at least get the nose right.”
he always thought the mutants looked like him. it was easier to laugh at something that looked like the villain from his favourite movies than admit how fast his heart was hammering under the suit.
then his spider-sense tingled. his eyes widened, lenses dilating as he spotted a young girl, maybe high school age, backed against a shop shutter. a second enemy had her pinned while she kicked uselessly.
he shot a web-line straight at the mutant's extended arm. it screeched as spiderman pulled it with the second one.
“over here, you freaks!”
both of the pale beasts were dragged toward him. spiderman webbed their feet to the ground in quick bursts then sprinted to her, dropping to one knee.
“are you okay?”
“my leg…” she cried, tears streaking her face. blood seeped through her jeans where claws had grazed her.
“we’ll get you help, okay?” he kept his voice soft. he gently lifted her, cradling her against his side while firing a web upward to a balcony railing.
he swung them both up in one smooth arc, landing on the balcony where a group of people were already huddled. he set her down carefully, ripping a strip from a banner to tie a quick tourniquet around her thigh.
“ambulance is coming, brave girl. you're gonna be fine.”
she sniffled, “thank you, spider-man.”
as he made his way back down the block toward where he'd left the two webbed mutants, a ringtone started going off.
jisung fumbled at his ear where he linked his suit to his phone the first few months he became spiderman. he tapped the side of his mask to answer.
“hello?”
“jisung-ah!” a familiar, warm voice burst through.
“grandma?” he said it out of breath, boots hitting pavement again as he jogged into the narrow alley. shit. the two freaks were gone.
“it’s so nice to hear your voice, my boy. it gets deeper every time we talk.”
he smiled under his mask despite the current situation. he scanned rooftops, alleys, nothing. the mutants had vanished. “how are you? eating okay? not overdoing it with the garden again?”
she laughed softly. “i'm fine, fine. you sound out of breath. what's all that noise?”
jisung jogged deeper into the alley in search of the creatures. the torn webs dangled. “uh… i’m late for a study group. you know me, always rushing.” he forced lightness into his tone, sweet as always with her. “what did you call me for?”
“just wondering if you got something from me,” grandma continued, cheerful as ever. “i sent it a few weeks ago.”
jisung darted deeper into the alley, balancing the call while vaulting over a dumpster. “um, i’ll be sure to check when i get home. thank you, grandma.”
“you do check your mail, right, my boy?”
he gulped. he hadn't opened his mailbox in months. “what did you send?”
“it’s my old wedding ring.”
jisung almost choked on his own spit. his foot caught on a loose brick; he stumbled, catching himself against the wall.
“i talked it over with your grandfather. you've been with that sweet girl for so long now.”
“grandma—”
“have you thought about asking her to marry you?”
jisung swiped a hand over his face.
“i…yeah. all the time, actually.”
he shot a quick web upward, pulling himself to a low ledge so he could scan better while talking.
“i don’t know, grandma. it’s not that i don’t want to. i do. more than anything.” he hesitated, voice dropping. “it’s just… things are complicated right now. you know what the situation is with seoul right now.”
there was a long silence on her end. “the brave ones still choose to build something lasting in it, jisung-ah.”
he closed his eyes for half a second.
“the ring is there when you’re ready. but don’t wait forever. she sounds like she’d fight the world with you.”
jisung’s throat tightened. “she would,” he whispered. “she already does.”
a sudden skittering noise came from behind. his spider sense buzzed like never before.
his grandma's voice pulled him back. “but speaking on that, how many times have i told you you should move out of the city? it's far too dangerous now! we've had so many people move back into town. a lot of gentlemen your age, too.”
“yeah, i know, grandma. it's just, university is great here and…” he trailed off, eyes locked on a flicker of a pale figure disappearing around the corner.
“um, there's something i have to handle right now. i'll call you again. i love you.”
“i love you too, my boy. be careful.”
“i will. promise.”
the call ended.
the second he lowered his hand, the alley went quiet.
“fuck,” he hissed under his breath.
he walked through the alley, steps deliberate, eyes scanning every shadow and ledge.
“come out,” spider-man said. “we’re not done.”
a spike of the familiar sensation went straight through his skull.
he whipped around just as the mutant dropped down to attack him.
he fired a web from his left shooter, thick strands wrapping the creature’s torso. it tore straight through them, lunging at him. spiderman’s boots skidded on concrete as the mutant pinned him against the wall, one massive clawed hand clamping around his throat.
the hero choked out a grunt.
“get… off…” he rasped.
he could feel his suit tear at his neck, the sting of the creature’s dirty nails breaking skin. spiderman was starting to feel his own blood trickling down his neck.
normally, seeing or feeling his own blood brought a strange, sick comfort. it made him feel human again. for a few seconds he could pretend the spider bite never happened, that he was just a college kid who tripped over his own feet and bled like anyone else. he'd always wished for that normalcy because it would let the weight slip off even for a bit.
black spots appeared at the corners of his vision as the grip tightened.
just as his breathing became restricted, an idea came to his head.
he angled his right wrist and shot thick webs shot straight into the mutant’s slit-like mouth and flattened nostrils. a white seal blocked its airways in seconds. its claws flew up to its face, scrabbling desperately at the webbing, tearing at its own skin.
when the grip on spiderman’s throat released, he dropped to his knees. the mutant staggered back, wheezing through the web.
spiderman pushed himself up on one hand. a proud grin spread under the mask.
“that’s it. choke on your own face, ugly.” he rasped.
he straightened, rolling his shoulders, ready to finish it or shoot another snarky comment about poetic justice.
but he had seemingly forgotten about the second enemy.
another fist swung into his face with no warning his spider-sense had time to process through the haze.
the last thing he registered was his own body hitting the ground.
“spiderman’s stooped so low now.”
“did you guys see him get socked in the face like a bitch today?”
“honestly, what a fucking bore! even the police handled it better. people can really stop worrying about him ‘taking jobs’.”
you heard it all tonight. every single word spat from the mouths of familiar faces who suddenly thought they were critics and comedians all at once.
the gross guys you’d seen lurking around parties for years. the girls infamous for sucking three dicks in one night. wow. you were being particularly mean tonight.
well, good. they deserved it.
you leaned against the kitchen island at hwang hyunjin’s penthouse loft. hyunjin was a filthy rich art prodigy at the prestigious university in hongdae. back in high school, he and jisung hadn't always gotten along due to their clashing personalities. but they'd ended up close after. the strongest friendships were forged in fire, you figured. you admired hyunjin for that, and for throwing this party and giving people a night to forget seoul wasn’t lurking with monsters.
“baby.”
you jumped at the slurred voice right beside you.
jisung was swaying slightly, holding the beer can you’d limited him to after realizing he’s had too much to drink. the aluminum can was crushed from him not controlling how much strength he was using. his cheeks were flushed pink, and his brown eyes were pleading.
“do you think i can take one more shot without being too hammered to save the city if it calls me?” he asked way too loud.
three of your friends nearby turned, eyebrows raised. mina stifled a giggle behind her hand.
you flashed them an embarrassed smile, cheeks warm from your own drinks. “sorry, he’s just joining in on mocking spider-man tonight. i’m really not a fan of it, but you know…men. they all get a little jealous.”
“why would they be jealous of me?” jisung said with a smile.
your eyes widened as you pushed him back gently by the shoulders. “i’m getting you water, baby.”
“no, i don’t need any. i want another shot,” he whined, face dipping toward your neck.
you laughed and dragged him along toward the cupboard. you rummaged until you found a clean shot glass. you recognized it as one of hyunjin’s souvenirs from iceland. careful with that. you filled it with cold water from the fridge dispenser.
“hey, look!” you said brightly, holding up the shot glass filled with clear liquid.
jisung squinted. “i saw you get it from the fridge.”
“more for me then.” you tilted it to your lips, faked a grimace, and clutched your throat. “it’s burning, jisung. i think i’m gonna be sick. look away!”
“oh no!” he spun around idiotically. “where’s the bathroom?!”
you quickly refilled the glass, pressed it into his hand when he turned back. you leaned into him, faking nausea by clutching your stomach and pressing your forehead to his shoulder. “i think i'm okay now… but i really think you should take this next shot instead of me. i'm done for tonight.”
he nodded frantically and downed it in one gulp. to your surprise, he then held the empty glass out without complaining about it not being alcohol. you laughed and swapped it for a solo cup this time, filling it with more water. he took it obediently, chugging it down in a few seconds.
you didn't want him hungover tomorrow in case another emergency called him, although it was unlikely to happen after today. the cuts on his neck and chest from this morning healed fast. but the dizziness from that knockout punch was still there, so letting him get drunk off his ass tonight felt risky.
your heart ached a little, though. all night you'd heard what people were saying about spiderman’s unfortunate mishap today. every word was a jab at the boy standing in front of you.
“what’s wrong, baby?” his voice cut through your thoughts, thumb brushing your cheek clumsily.
“hm?” you murmured, blinking.
your heart warmed because he noticed these things even when he wasn’t in his right mind. you hadn't even realized your expression had slipped.
“oh, it’s just—” you started.
to your horror, a loud, obnoxious voice sliced through the noise from the living room.
“i don’t know why every bitch on campus suddenly wants to get railed by spider-man.”
your head snapped toward the sound. a cluster of guys walked towards the kitchen counter.
another laughed, louder. “right? he definitely cries after every fight.”
“or during. imagine guy gets hurt and starts whimpering. no wonder girls eat that shit up.”
“he probably has to web women to the bed just to get laid.”
it wasn't like you to see red so fast, but the alcohol had seemed to stripped away your filter.
it was such a disgusting thing to say. and an awful thing for you to hear considering you’re his girlfriend.
“yeah,” the guy snorted. “imagine the disappointment when the suit comes off. bet he’s packing nothing under there anyway.”
the next thing you knew, your fist was flying.
it connected with the dude’s cheek. he stumbled back, beer sloshing onto his knuckles, groaning in pain. the room erupted in gasps and shouts.
jisung flinched, getting flashbacks for a second.
you shook out your hand, knuckles stinging. in your slightly drunken state, the ache felt almost satisfying.
“y/n!” mina rushed over, grabbing your arm.
the guy rubbed his jaw, glaring. “what the fuck is your problem?”
“my problem,” you said, stepping forward, “is assholes who talk shit about a man who's out there fighting for this city while you sit here running your mouth! maybe you’ve got a closeted thing for him ‘cause you’ve clearly spent way too much time thinking about what’s under his suit!”
“you’re a psycho bitch!” he yelled, raising his arm only the slightest.
before you could even blink, jisung shoved the guy’s head down onto the kitchen counter with force. if he was a second late you’d probably end up with a blow to the face as well.
the room went dead silent. everyone saw how inhumanly fast jisung intervened.
“try that again and i’ll cut your dick off!” your boyfriend yelled.
he realised then that he sounded more intimidating than he probably hoped. then again, this was han jisung. no one had ever pictured him being brave enough to raise a hand at anyone.
hyunjin appeared just in time, stepping in before jisung could follow through with his words.
“that’s enough.” his voice was like velvet over steel. “i don’t wanna call security on my own friends.”
jisung released the guy slowly, stepping back. he realized how close he’d come to giving himself away. his eyes flicked to you, wide and guilty.
hyunjin gave the guy a sharp look which made him mutter something incoherent as he stumbled away, rubbing his jaw. the crowd parted reluctantly. a few heads turned to stare back at you and jisung as they retreated. you felt awkward under all those eyes, heat crawling up your neck, but you had no regrets. everyone had heard the trash-talk all night. they all thought it was vile. only you had voiced your thoughts, or rather put them into action.
hyunjin exhaled through his nose, shoulders dropping a fraction.
“you might not feel it, but you both have had a bit much to drink.” his lips twitched like he was swallowing a laugh. “i just think you two need to cool off. jisung looks like he’s about to shit himself, and you’re still angry as a hornet.”
you shot hyunjin a look sharp enough to cut.
he patted your boyfriend’s back. “jisung, you know the code to the guest room. go be away from people for a bit.”
jisung reached for your wrist. “c’mon,” he mumbled.
you let him tug you toward the hallway, but you threw one last glance back at hyunjin, mouthing a small ‘sorry’, in which he returned with a smile.
jisung punched the code in. the fancy door clicked open with a beep before he pushed it open. the room looked straight out of a hotel with its crisp white sheets, massive bed centered, and soft lighting that made the ambiance too calm for how wired you still were.
when the door closed behind you, jisung flopped onto the edge of the bed, looking up at you with bleary eyes. “you got quite worked up there, didn’t you?” he teased, the words slurring.
normally, he would have known better than to say that, but he was drunk and clearly had a reduced thought process at the moment.
“did you hear what he said?” you yelled. “he’s lucky i didn’t just kill him right there!”
jisung let out a drunken laugh, only adding fuel to the fire.
“cool off my ass,” you muttered, spinning toward the door again. “i’m not done with that son of a—”
“woah, easy.” he was up in a flash despite the sway in his stance, catching your arm to stop you.
you whirled back to face him, yanking your wrist free. “how are you not pissed right now? they’ve been saying that shit about you all night.”
contrary to you, jisung was as calm as a cucumber. for some reason you’d expected him to be sulking.
“you have to admit,” he said, a small smile tugging at his mouth, “it was kinda funny.”
what the fuck was wrong with him? was he trying to piss you off?
“no it wasn’t!” the words exploded out of you. “they were saying disgusting things about you and you’re just gonna take that and laugh it off like it’s a joke?”
he knew exactly how much he was getting under your skin. his eyes, glassy from the drinks, stayed locked on yours like he was daring you to keep going.
you stared at him, chest heaving. “god, you’re pissing me off so much right now. you don’t even understand.”
“yeah?” he leaned forward enough that you could smell the alcohol and his cologne on him. “tell me more.”
you stared at him. the calm was gone from his face now. his breath was coming a little quicker and his pupils were blown wide. he was clearly getting off on this. you could feel it too. the anger had nowhere else to go, but to the heat in your stomach.
“you think this is funny?” you said, walking over to him and pointing your finger at his chest. “you think me wanting to rip someone’s head off for talking about you like that is funny?”
his hands came up settling on your hips. his thumbs brushed the bare skin where your miniskirt had ridden up slightly, and the touch sent a jolt straight through you.
“no,” he said softly. “i think it’s hot. that you’d do that. for me.” his voice cracked just a little on the last word. “and yeah, maybe i like seeing you this mad. because it means you care this much.”
your eyes softened for a second before they narrowed again. “this is not foreplay.”
jisung’s lips curved, the drunken haze doing nothing to dull the spark in his gaze. he pulled you closer until you were obligated to sit on his lap. his other palm stayed low, thumb dragging lazy circles just under the hem of your skirt.
“but clearly you’re pissed.” he leaned in until his mouth brushed the shell of your ear. “and i know how to help you with that.”
your stomach flipped, heat surging straight between your legs. “i can’t even look at you right now,” you snapped, turning your face away.
“well,” he smiled smugly, “good thing there are positions other than missionary, baby.” he said.
“you’re such an asshole,” you whispered. your hand slid up to fist in his hair. his head tipped back with a soft, surprised grunt.
“baby—”
“shut up.”
you kissed him hard and he groaned into your mouth immediately, hands sliding to cup your ass. you broke away just long enough to shove him backward. he hit the edge of the mattress and went down willingly, pulling you with him. you straddled his lap before he could even catch his breath, knees bracketing his hips, palms planted on his chest to keep him pinned.
jisung helped you take your top off before cool air kissed your skin as he tossed it somewhere behind him. your bra followed a second later as he unclasped it with one hand. he was always in awe at the sight of your boobs even though he’s probably seen them even more times than you’ve ever looked at them in the mirror.
your hands moved on their own to grab the hem of his shirt and rip it upward. he lifted his arms obediently, letting you drag the fabric over his head. you raked your nails down his bare chest.
“what would hyunjin say,” you breathed, “if he knew we did it on his guest room bed?”
jisung grinned as he sat up, chest pressing to yours, and reached behind you for the zipper on your skirt. he shoved it down along with your panties in one tug, lifting you to yank both off your legs. you kicked them away, completely bare now, skin flushing hot under his stare.
“i think i know what he meant by ‘cool off,’” jisung answered with a smile.
he reached over to the nightstand, and opened the drawer to reveal a box of condoms. hyunjin really did think of everything for his guests. your eyes widened a little but the surprise only lasted half a second before you took one from jisung.
his hands were already working his own jeans open, shoving them down his thighs with his boxers. his cock sprang free and he kicked the rest of his clothes off the edge of the bed.
you ripped the foil and leaned over to roll it slowly over his cock.
jisung hissed a little as you smoothed it down to the base, purposefully adding pressure.
“plus,” he said through his teeth, “if you want to get messy so bad… i’m sure he gets a cleaner in the morning.”
you rolled your eyes and pushed on his chest again. jisung’s back hit the mattress with a surprised huff, eyes widening as you swung one leg over and spun around. your knees planted on either side of his hips, back to him now, ass arched high and fully on display.
“what?” he blurted, voice cracking with shock. his hands hovered like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to touch. “baby—”
you cut him off, reaching back to grab his cock and line him up without even glancing over your shoulder. he was harder than you’d expected since foreplay wasn’t needed tonight for either of you.
“you said it yourself that there are other positions.” you snapped, voice edged with the same heat that had started all of this. “and tonight i don’t want to see your stupid face while i use you.”
jisung let out a stunned laugh before he was cut off when you sank down onto him until your ass was flush against his hips.
“fuuuck” he groaned, head falling back against the mattress.
you bit your lip hard and squeezed your eyes shut at how good it felt. your hands trembled a little as you braced them on the bed, your thighs already shaking from how full he felt.
jisung’s hand went up without thinking, slapping your ass and grabbing your hips.
“don’t touch,” you snapped instantly.
his hands jerked away, going to fist in his own hair instead, fingers twisting tight in the dark strands until his knuckles turned white. a whimper tore from his throat, hips twitching helplessly beneath you.
“i’m sorry,” he gasped, eyes squeezed shut.
you slammed down harder in retaliation, your own moan slipping free despite how hard you were fighting to stay in control. the heat of him dragged against your walls so perfectly it made your vision blur at the edges.
it was ironic as hell how those idiots had spent the whole night joking about how small his dick must be under the suit, when right now he was stretching you open. actually, you’d see the not-so-small outline under the spandex plenty of times, cheeks burning every time you stared too long.
jisung was being so good beneath you, hands either yanking hard at his own hair or covering his face so he wouldn’t disobey and touch you without permission. his chest heaved, every muscle in his arms flexing from the restraint. but you were getting tired and your legs were starting to shake harder, breaths coming in short high-pitched pants.
jisung noticed immediately, seeing every tremor in your body. he was good at reading his enemies’ body language at their weakest moments, no matter how hard they tried to hide it. it must’ve trained him to spot every tiny tremor in you.
“can i take over?” he pleaded. “please. let me… let me help.”
you hesitated half a second, still trying to cling to control, but the exhaustion won. you gave a single nod.
jisung’s hands went to your hips as he lifted you up. he planted his feet flat on the mattress, knees bending up in front of you.
you blinked, confused for half a second before he started fucking into you frantically.
“jisung!” you gasped.
he bottomed out each time, the new angle making you scream. his cock slammed straight into that spot inside you over and over, the sound of your slick and your moans making everything filthy.
“jisung, oh my god,” you choked out, voice cracking. your knees were barely holding you up as he pounded into you.
you threw your head back, your hand flying to your mouth as you put your knuckle between your teeth and bit down, trying desperately to muffle the moans spilling out of you with every relentless thrust.
“fuck baby, it feels so good,” he whined. “i can hear how soaked you are.”
his hand slid from your hip, down between your thighs. the second his fingers found your clit he started rubbing fast circles that made your whole body jolt. your slick coated his fingers instantly, dripping down over his knuckles.
you felt the burn behind your eyes as tears pricked. your knuckle stayed trapped between your teeth but it wasn’t enough to hold in your moans.
“i’m gonna cum,” you cried out. “it’s coming, jisung, i can feel it.”
“me too, oh goodness, me too,” he whimpered.
his other hand slapped down on your ass again, making your pussy clench around him.
“cum on my cock, baby, let me feel it.”
a few tears spilled over your lashes as one of the heaviest orgasms you’ve had crashed through you, ripping a scream from your throat that you couldn’t have held back even if you tried.
his voice cracked into a groan that sounded dangerously close to a sob. his hips stuttered once, then slammed up one final time and stayed buried to the hilt. you felt the condom swell inside you as he came.
his fingers kept rubbing your clit in sloppy circles, milking every last drop out of you while his cock twitched and jerked inside. your scream faded into pants as the orgasm finally ebbed.
after a long moment he carefully lifted you off him. the slide of his cock pulling out made you both groan softly. he tied the condom quickly, tossing it into the small trash bin by the nightstand, then grabbed the box of tissues hyunjin kept in the guest rooms. he wiped you first and you were still too floaty to do anything but let him.
“you okay?” he whispered.
you nodded, too tired to answer him.
he smiled tiredly, then cleaned himself up too before tossing the tissues away. he found your clothes first and helped you put them back on, his fingers lingering sweetly on your skin. he then tugged his boxers and jeans up his legs, then pulled his shirt over his head.
once you were both dressed, jisung tilted his head towards the bathroom.
“come on, baby,” he murmured.
inside the brightly lit bathroom, you grabbed the hairbrush sitting on the marble counter and ran it through your tangled strands, trying to smooth out the obvious mess before walking back out there. jisung stepped up behind you, peering over your shoulder at the mirror.
you let out a laugh the second you saw the messed up state of his red cheeks and teary eyes.
he caught your eye in the mirror and laughed too which made your chest warm. “shut up, you made me cry a little, okay?” he reached around you to turn on the faucet, washing his hands quickly before cupping them under the cold stream and splashing water over his face. droplets ran down his cheeks and jaw as he shook his hair like a wet puppy.
“better?” he asked, wiping his face with a towel.
you turned around and flicked a stray droplet off his nose. “marginally.”
you hopped up onto the sink counter, the cool marble a sharp contrast to your warm skin. jisung stepped forward, caging you in with his arms planted on either side of your hips. you reached up, cupping his face in both hands. his round cheeks were still flushed and his big brown eyes were locked on yours. he leaned into your touch, lashes fluttering. your boyfriend was so beautiful.
“i love you,” you said softly.
“i love you too,” he answered. he closed the distance and kissed you slowly.
when he pulled back just enough to speak, his forehead rested against yours. “you know why i’m not upset about what people say about me?”
you tilted your head. “why?”
“i’ve got enough people who love me to care about the ones who hate me,”
it was true. most of seoul loved spider-man for his heroic deeds: saving people from burning buildings, stopping runaway buses, webbing up villains before they could hurt anyone. no one could imagine the city without him. you’d seen little kids at birthday parties with spider-man cakes, their faces smeared with red or blue frosting as they blew out candles and wished for a picture with the hero.
“but it still doesn’t make it okay,” you said. “those were crazy words to say about someone who’s never done anything wrong to them.”
you sighed, fingers slipping under the hem of his black shirt to graze the honey-toned skin underneath. he’d been getting tan since summer started.
“i mean…how do you just listen to that and move on?”
“have you forgotten who i was in high school?” he asked, a small smile tugging at his lips. “han jisung was the easiest target for bullies.”
you winced at the memory. you remembered that back in high school there was a guy named chorong, who insisted everyone call him “flash” because his korean name sounded like a girl’s and he desperately wanted to move to america. he made jisung’s life hell for no real reason—shoving him into lockers, mocking his voice, spreading rumors—even though jisung was always ten times smarter and twice as kind. you remembered the days he’d come to school with red eyes, pretending it didn’t bother him, but you always knew.
“so this is nothing, baby,” he continued, voice gentle. “you think i can’t take a few comments from guys who could never do what i do?”
you couldn’t help a small smile. it was nice to see him proud of his power, even if you knew how often he still wished to be “normal again.”
“then i guess whatever they say doesn’t matter, right?” you said, thumb brushing over his collarbone.
“not at all,” he answered like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “especially when my girlfriend’s out here throwing punches. super badass, if i may say.”
you chuckled and leaned in to peck the tip of his nose.
“nothing’s more badass than spider-man.”
thank you for reading! jeez now you get a little backstory on jisung's highschool years 😟 i hope you enjoyed this chapter <33 i promise we’ll start moving deeper into the main plot from the next chapter onward :)
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