Mary Jane had been dashing through the corridors, trying to arrive at her next class in time, when a hand wrapped around her arm and pulled her to the side.
Another girl might have tried to cry, but her first reaction was to throw a punch, only to be grabbed easily.
Too easily, even, she realized, a moment before she managed to process the face of her attacker.
"Peter, you scared me," Mary Jane said, gasping for breath, though she was glad that the ease her punch had been caught was not her fault. She had been taking self-defense classes for a long time, but that was hardly something that would work against a superhero, who was used to much bigger threats that could throw trucks around.
Peter just smiled, saying nothing as he stopped grabbing her arm, but he didn't pull his arm away. Instead, he put it on her waist, caressing her waist. And, since she decided to wear a crop top, it meant he was touching her naked skin.
Leaving a burning sensation behind as the memories of the previous day rushed into her mind.
She waited for a moment, waiting for him to say something, but that decision died quickly when his fingers slipped under her shirt, turning the situation more dangerous. "W-why are you here?" she found herself stammering, despite her intention to ask him to stop.
That sentence somehow rejected to leave her mouth.
"I had a meeting with Dr. Connors, and I decided to see you before going back," Peter answered. "Why? Don't tell me that you're unhappy."
"N-no, of course not. But we're in the middle of a corridor…" she started to answer, only to fade when she realized she had been dragged into an empty classroom already, which made her argument invalid.
Peter just smiled as he let his fingers climb up, caressing her skin.
"Still, someone can come in," she offered.
"I thought redheads were supposed to be courageous," he answered, that damnable teasing smirk once again on his lips.
She could have easily argued against it, but for some reason, the slow ascend of her fingers was all that was needed to sap her willpower completely. Instead, she let out a growl, which came out far more playful than she intended. "Why did you visit Dr. Connors," she said.
"Oh, it was for my interview," he said casually.
She couldn't help but look at him in fascination. He was just eighteen, and yet to graduate from high school, but he was able to deliver such a monumental achievement calmly enough. Just being taken seriously by any professor was an achievement, and he was being interviewed by one of the leading scientists for an assistant role, several years ahead of the schedule.
Truly fascinating.
"What's the result," she asked.
"Oh, I'm starting to work here this weekend most likely," Peter said with a shrug.
"Jerk, don't you think that's important to just say," she said with a chuckle, only to be interrupted by a gasp when his fingers picked up speed, and twisted her nipple.
"Not as important as what I have in mind," he answered, his tone switching to that throaty rumble that directly triggered her heat.
"Anyone could come in—" Mary Jane whispered, which was all she was able to say before a pair of lips landed on hers, cutting her breath rather efficiently.
"Don't worry, I already locked the door," he said.
"You can lockpick…" Mary Jane gasped before realizing the absurdity of getting surprised by such a simple skill, especially from someone that could swing between buildings and lift cars.
A little finger flexibility was nothing too surprising.
"Well, you never know when I need to sneak inside a warehouse in my … other career," he said.
Mary Jane might have argued against the legality of such a move, even for a superhero, but when he leaned down to press his lips against her neck, she found those words disappearing in favor of letting out another beautiful moan.
Then, he pushed himself forward. Squeezed between the wall and his body, she lost even her lingering control over her breathing, and his arms wrapping around her waist didn't help.
His arms didn't stay around her waist for long, but that was hardly an improvement when the only reason he pulled those back was to grab her shirt, and pull it up, revealing the bra she had underneath.
A light green lacy piece that was rather revealing, especially for daily use.
"Peter—" she managed to whisper as he pressed his body against hers, creating a fleeting contact between her belly rear and his growing erection. Her eyes widened in anticipation, tempted to pull down his pants, a desire that was intensified even more when he grabbed her bra and pulled it away, leaving her half naked, all the while their lips stayed firmly connected.
Yet, before she could do the same to him, he pulled back, leaving her gasping in shock. "Something … wrong?" she managed to ask between gasps.
"No," he said as he pulled up his phone. For a moment, she thought he had an emergency alert from his other career, but all he needed was to raise his phone for her to realize her mistake.
He was taking her photos.
"Smile," he ordered. MJ found herself blushing, as an abandoned classroom was hardly the place to take private, half-naked photos even if the door was locked. Unfortunately, rather than telling him that, she found herself leaning forward to display her beautiful breasts.
"Peter…" she gasped as she wrapped one of her arms around her breasts, hiding her nipples from the view, though, she was very much aware that, with her aroused expression and the way she angled her back, it was hardly a modest pose.
"Yes, MJ," he said, his smirk growing as he circled around her while she leaned against the wall.
"Are you sure…" she started, only to interrupt her statement when he pointed at her arm, and she let it drop, but not before turning toward the wall, pressing against its surface, using it as a cover.
"Am I sure, what, sweetie?" Peter said as he took a step forward, standing behind her.
"Are you sure you locked the door?" she asked.
"Without a doubt," Peter answered. "Why?"
Mary Jane could have told him about his thought process, but she decided not to bother with her words as her hands grabbed his shirt, leaving him half-naked as well.
That was all she was able to do before he pressed forward, locking her between his body and the wall once more, his hands once again naughty as they found the button of her jeans, removing them with a shocking alacrity despite their tightness.
She kicked them away along with her shoes once they were pooled around her legs, leaving her only in her panties.
A momentary freeze took control of her body as she found herself thinking about what would happen if someone caught them. It wasn't the first time they were having such an encounter in a space that could be classified as public, of course.
But both the rooftop they shared their first time — while he was still in his costume — and the beach adventure, they were in places that were hard to reach, and more importantly, far from anyone that knew her.
A great contrast compared to her current location. MJ was not arrogant, but she was aware of her own beauty, at least enough to make a career in modeling viable. As a result, she had a certain level of renown in her school.
Enough to turn it into the gossip of the year if someone had actually stumbled on them. MJ would have never let anyone else put her in such a vulnerable position, but against Peter, she found herself completely helpless.
As evidenced by her actions, fumbling with his pants to bring him an equal state rather than asking him to stop.
Peter pulled back slightly, allowing her to handle his pants easily, which MJ appreciated, as it allowed her to get another glimpse of the thing that was responsible for the heated dreams she had suffered the night before.
He didn't bother hiding the domineering gleam in his smile as MJ experienced a small flashback of her seaside adventures, telling her that he was very much aware of what she had been thinking.
"Hey, you can't read my memories, right?" she found herself asking.
Which earned a chuckle even as he caressed her cheek, one that was filled with a domineering intent despite its softness. "Well, no, but your face is not particularly hard to read at this moment," he whispered.
"Jerk," she muttered as she took a deep breath, trying to relax enough to get a hold of her emotions, but it proved to be a strategic mistake, as he used the opportunity to lean forward once more, trapping her with his arms on both sides.
And, since she was just wearing panties, and he only wore a pair of thin boxers, the moment was even more erotic.
He stood still a moment, watching in enjoyment as she lost control of her breaths under the combined effects of arousal and panic, then he leaned forward.
She opened her mouth without even thinking about what she wanted to say. Which was good, as it meant her effort wasn't wasted as his lips pressed against hers, silencing her as his tongue invaded her mouth with shocking effectiveness.
A long, searing one that managed to make her temporarily forget the compromising location they were in. Her hands reached to his chest, but it was only a temporary stop before shifting to his shockingly muscular shoulders — which was a natural consequence of swinging between buildings, she decided — and pulled him even tighter.
He could have pushed for more, but he stayed, his kiss lingering as it drained her will and resistance with each second, making her knees weak. She was glad that he was still pressing her tight against the wall, as it was the only reason she was still upright.
Still, she couldn't exactly say that she was complaining about her new position.