It started like any other night at the bar. You were with a few friends, the chatter light and the drinks flowing easily. The night was young, music and laughter echoing in the walls of the establishment.

Then, out of nowhere, Spider-Noir stepped into the dimly lit space, his figure immediately drawing the attention of everyone around. Clad in his signature dark suit and mask, he ordered a drink, his voice low and gravelly. Something about him piqued your curiosity, and despite the fact that he wasn't exactly exuding warmth, you found yourself leaning in to start a conversation.

It took a little while, but soon, the cold exterior began to crack. He softened as the two of you spoke, sharing stories and laughs, slowly opening up to each other. The chemistry between the two of you was undeniable, and what began as a casual exchange soon turned into something far more intense. Before you knew it, both were in a hotel room, with Noir roughly pounding into you with a lustful intensity. You gasped and writhed beneath him, pleasure rocketing through your body as a vicious onslaught of thrusts racked your brain, overstimulating your senses.

"Fuck..." Peter growled lowly, his face buried in your neck as his cock plunged into your tight heat. He held a rough and fast rhythm, the hotel bed creaking slightly at the movements.