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An hour ago, Peter was lightly massaging Mary Jane's tense shoulders while she tried her luck at minimizing their bills. Which meant her roles, her magazine shoots, her interview opportunities were in short supply. Which meant showbiz in general was pinching its overall budget for things and people as of late. Oh, why did it feel as though his teaching job would get a similar trickle down effect from on high in the school board to his own private desk at home where he grades other people's kids' assignments? These thoughts lost Peter just a bit of his control over his massage's pressure on MJ.

He came to the realization of what he was doing. Didn't want to pressurize her anymore than the work she dove her nose, hands, and various payment cards into. Pretty sure Peter saw a credit card he wasn't aware either of them had before. "Alright, alright, you need to swim to the surface above all those deep expenses. My love, if I leave you to this madness, I'm afraid you'll find my long lost free pizza punch card from when I was 12!" Peter pulled a TV tray cluttered with financial mail and her tablet away from the recliner she was hunched forward in, and lifted her up from said recliner into an embrace. His hand under the crooks of her legs, the other arm propping her neck so she can wrap arms around his.

They made out with each other, Peter offering a partners' shower to share as his walking with her nestled in him seemed to bring them in that direction. Once there, a few moments of further tension release turned to eventual full throttle kink loosening. It started with putting MJ forward over the vanity, kissing her neck, and soothing her core with a hand that'd soon go idle towards her crotch. A moment later, her jeans and bottom garment were dropped to her knees, and Peter's penis unsheathed from confines of his bottom wears. Fingers couldn't keep up the game any longer on MJ's spot, and soon Peter had to penetrate her to give, perhaps, a deeper massage to free her from the stress of their family's finances.

Senior year was wrapping up quicker than when he was barely acquainted with his dorm in his first year. He and MJ only had gotten closer ever since. Their tension steamy with his Spider-secret often inches away from her notice. Something about hearing her talk about Spider-Man made him pretend jealousy. Like she settled for this version of him as if she couldn't have known it was him all along. "Heard you know who saved you from being crushed by highline debris this afternoon. Sucks I wasn't made to be in a hurry to snap shots of you in natural distress. I just know you had to be a sight for him while I was busy organizing files at the Bugle."

Smirk covers his face cheek to cheek as his... girlfriend?... just so casually took her sweater off to a reveal of a partially sheer floral lace bra. A steamy sigh as he watches her canter into the bed he probably shouldn't be in. MJ's sorority likely advised against boys, perhaps only when her house's president was facilitating her own escapades. These grown kids were such hypocrites. Almost like Midtown High all over again. "After that rush you had just hours ago, I figured you wanna turn it in for tonight, no?" He holds her wrist as she dominantly hovers over a still much too dressed Peter Parker.

Oh to be Peter Parker, eight minutes earlier, returning to his apartment under the expectation that he'd be alone. For tonight, not, existentially, of course. He and MJ had been fixing patches, finding common ground with each other they once had in spades before their split a few years ago. The time certainly built much tensions between them, no doubt a void of pleasure being the thickest of such conditions for them. She had seen others, he had miniscule flings.

They just weren't as memorable as Mary Jane-Watson. She was both a welcomed new world, and a necessary calm during the storms of his life. To not expect her drop in in spite of being trusting of his Spider-secret with MJ meant he was not up to his usual form.

She came in looking to change that. Nay, to completely fuck him out of it

Palms were pressed firmly on MJ's knees, as Peter's arms were crooked under and around her legs. His head dipped down to her radiant crotch Peter had worked up into quite a perspiring mess with his hands and other caresses on her body already. He had her flaring up with pleasure spikes, her breaths filling her diaphragm, and her breasts with hardened nipples floating with every inhale and exhale.

His lips pepper her slit, tip of tongue pre-gaming teases over freshly dampened folds. Back and forth courtesies of smooching and subtle licking applied to tease her folds open. In a minute he, or even less than, he'd touch her clit. Deeply satisfied baritone hums breathe against her spot as he tastes her, and he doesn't go down there very often.

"You ever wonder if--" Peter began, pulling plastic fangs out of his mouth as he cornered MJ in Flash's hallway. "If Christopher Lee ever got it on with his Dracula bride co-stars behind the scenes?" He sloppily smooched her jaw and neck. If he ha kept his Dracula play teeth in, it would've just been unbearable for the both of them.

"Was there ever a vampire project you were in?... With some handsome bloodsucker guy I should know about?" He unlaces the back of her vampire bride corset. Ever so casually just letting her loose around mostly drunk prying eyes. Flash will probably kill him if they use his room, but is his bathroom any more sanitary? And unoccupied? The brunette lover boy peppers his redheaded tigress with more wet kisses, trailing down to her exposed collar bone and slightly loosened bosom.

"The copy room, MJ?!" Peter quietly argued against it. It wasn't the janitor closet, but it also wasn't as quiet as it should be even on a winding down afternoon at the Daily Bugle. "Hey, maybe if we don't get caught bumping naughty bits, we could also get away with scanning copies of our ass cheeks." He tugged on her necklace hanging over her turtleneck collar, the other hand riding up her skirt as she pinned him toward, wouldn't you know it? The copy machine, no less!

He felt around the inside of her legs. Her slightest reaction jolting her waist, flesh of her rear barely rubbing against Peter's stiff member from the impact of his touch. Peter's fingers began a courtesy over MJ's slit, softly soothing it while his cock rest re-positiojed just between her inner thighs and under her taint. They were both warm from previous evening ritual on each other. The sheet over their barenesses lightly humidified by last night's bit of release.

"Time to wake up, my beautiful Pillow Queen!" That couldn't have been said in any less of a drip inducing raspy tone. Peter rolled her fully onto her stomach. Her bare tits pressed into the bed, his hand softly gripping her neck as he positioned to insert his erection into her worked up pussy. Holding her lower back steady, coaxing her ass to perk up, he cupped the base of his cock, beginning to meet its head with her vaginal opening.

@watsonjackpot / @sinfuljackpot sent: (morning sex ) our muses are just waking up when they begin getting frisky before the coffee is even put on!