I Took a Pill in Ibiza
"Peter, don't you think this is a little weird?"
"Eh, not really. Harry's dad is the CEO of Oscorp. Money's no issue. And his dad's kinda a hands-off type of parent. He may be strict about Harry's education, but he lets the leash run long. Taking the Oscorp private jet to different countries is nothing new. Heck, Harry and I once went to Montreal to get some poutine."
"No no not that. That I believe. I'm talking about…..her."
With just a few weeks before college started, Harry decided to invite Peter and Mary Jane on a summer trip. One last hurrah before Empire State University bogged all of them down. There were a few options on the table. Peter voted to go to Switzerland to see the Large Hadron Collider, but Harry shot that down immediately not wanting to go on a science field trip. As much as MJ loved Peter's nerdy side, she also declined. Paris was thrown into the ring by MJ, but that felt more like a couple's getaway, something Peter took note of for later. Finally, the group settled on traveling to Ibiza for morning beaches and nighttime clubbing. Aunt May was easy to convince as she always wanted Peter to see the world. Aunt Anna wasn't as keen on letting Mary Jane go on a trip with her boyfriend and another man. So, to balance things out, Harry offered to bring another girl and promised rooms would be separated by gender. However, Harry had failed to mention which girl he'd be bringing…
"What's wrong with Liz?" Peter asked earnestly.
"I mean, nothing really. Aside from the fact…..you know," MJ hoped he caught the hint.
"Know what?"
"That she was actively flirting with you before we got together!"
"….She was?"
"Yes! Wait, did you not notice?"
"Uhhh not really."
"Seriously? All the compliments?! All the batting eyes?!"
"She was doing all that?"
"How did you miss, 'You can web me up any time, Petey?'"
"I sorta uhhhh only had eyes for you…."
"Oh," she blushed, "T-that's really sweet, Tiger."
As she kissed his cheek, the both of them looked over to see Harry and Liz huddled up together on the other side of the jet with earphones in. Harry held up his tablet so that the two of them could watch a movie together. As they laughed at a funny bit, Liz wrapped herself around his arm and leaned onto his shoulder. Peter smiled glad to see Harry having some fun.
"I guess I shouldn't be too mad. She was the one who pushed me to ask you to prom after all," MJ softened a bit.
"Funny. Flash did the same thing to me about you."
"He did!? No. You're lying!"
"Hahaha no it's true. After I gave you the strawberries, he literally yanked me by the collar. Out of habit I just assumed he was gonna stuff me in a locker or something."
"You coulda kicked his ass," she whispered not wanting to expose Peter's true strength.
"I coulda. But as it turned out, he mentioned something about you having a whole line of suitors just waiting to ask you out and that he was keeping a few of them discouraged. And he basically told me to muster up the courage or watch someone take you from me. So long story short, I have to thank Flash and I guess Liz too for us being together."
"Heh, I guess I'll have to thank ol' Eugene when we get back."
"Yea."
"While I appreciate his efforts, they weren't needed. I would have rejected every single one of those suitors. I only wanted you."
"Haha I love that. And I woulda done the same for you…if I had a line of suitors waiting for me."
"Peter Parker!" she sat up swatting his shoulder, "You totally had people chasing after you! There was Liz!"
"I mean I didn't know about that."
"Ok fair but I'm sure there were sooo many other girls!"
"No one at Midtown probably. I was the quintessential nerd, remember?"
Pouting, she climbed over her seat and onto Peter's lap. Instinctively, he held her hips to keep her steady.
"They just didn't know the real you. The smart, kind, funny Tiger I know you to be. If people could see past the façade you put up, they'd know how much of a stud you really are," she whispered as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Yea but, this 'façade' is sorta kinda necessary to keep the spider in check."
"True. But if people dug deeper to see your heart, you'd be the most desirable man on the planet. And if they could see what you have underneath your T-shirt, noting could keep the sluts away."
"That's ok. I'm happy being only one person's most desirable man."
"Oh? And who's the lucky gal?"
"She's sitting in my lap."
"Yea! And the best friend is hoping you two get a room!" a new voice chimed in.
Peter and MJ looked over again to see Harry Liz awkwardly staring at them. Blushing, the frisky couple separated quickly hoping they could just brush this embarrassing scene aside.
"Honestly you two, if you wanted to join the mile high club, the bathroom is plenty spacious."
"HARRY!" Peter's voice cracked as he tried to scold his buddy.
"Hehe when I told you to get your man, MJ, I didn't mean out in the open for all the world to see. Have you no shame," Liz joined in on the teasing.
Face turning beet red, MJ had no other option but to hide her face in her hands. Peter palmed his forehead as well groaning in agony.
"This is gonna be a long flight…"
After being picked up right on the airport tarmac by a limo, the group arrived at their beachside villa. Unsurprisingly, Harry opted for some rather expensive accommodations. The house had direct access to the beach allowing them to walk straight onto the sand from the back patio. The living room and kitchen were open concept with an island bar and so many big windows for air and sunlight. There was a large master bedroom and three other guest rooms essentially giving each person their own private room. Amenities were scattered all over the fancy villa. Fridge full of water, sodas, coconut juice. The pantry had tons of chips and cookies. A big flat-screen TV with gaming consoles and a blu-ray player were set up. In short, this was paradise.
"Holy shit, Harry?! This is insane!"
"Eh don't worry, Mary Jane. This is possibly our last free summer. I wanted my friends to enjoy it to the fullest."
"But won't your dad get upset?"
"Pft Liz please. My dad hasn't looked at my credit card bill since I was 16. We'll be fine."
"If you say so."
"C'mon girls! Live a little! Back me up here, Pete!"
"Well….normally at this point I'd say you've had bigger splurges, but this is a lot, Harry."
"Guys c'mon. We're on vacation! Let's just kick back and have fun before things get all boring with college."
"Harry's right, guys," Liz finally backed him up, "We're here. Let's not think about the why or how. Let's enjoy it while we can! Daylight's burning and I want to hit the beach!"
Now in agreement, the four dispersed into their respective rooms to get ready. Harry took the large master bedroom as Liz chose the guest room next to him. Peter and MJ were then left with remaining guest rooms juxtaposed to each other on the far side of the house. Mary Jane opened her suitcase rummaging through the various outfits she had packed. Admittedly, many were kinda short and skimpy partially because it was summer and they were on a hot beach island, but mainly because she wanted to catch the eye of her Tiger. While she adored him, there had been an ache that she desperately needed soothing. Kisses and cuddles were always welcomed, but sometimes a girl just needed…..more. She knew Peter felt the same way too as men were a bit more obvious about this sort of thing. Although Peter being a gentleman about it was something Mary Jane greatly appreciated, she absolutely planned to pull him astray from the prim and proper path. A beachside villa on the other side of the world away from their aunts helped tremendously. She smirked, picking up her swimsuit knowing Peter would have to be blind not to appreciate it. In the other room, Peter unsurprisingly was oblivious to the whole scheme. Well, mostly oblivious. It was no secret that their make out sessions were slowly getting more heated. The kisses were sloppier and more needy. Hands were roaming a lot more freely than when they started dating. Heck, he had seen her in just a bra a few times. Of course, he figured she'd want to take this next step in their relationship, but he also didn't want to press her into doing things too quickly or anything unwanted. He opted to play it cool and just wait for some sort of proper signal.
"Peter? You ready? I see Harry and Liz out in the ocean already."
"Coming out MJ," he answered opening the door, "Hey do you have enough sunscreen? May packed me extra in case….in case…in case….."
Eyes, meet signal. Peter opened the door feeling almost blinded by the radiant sight before him. Mary Jane stood right in front of him wearing a two-piece bright blue bikini. Her bottoms hugged her hips nicely and showcased her white creamy legs. Her top was tied tightly by the string but covered just enough for Peter's imagination to wander. To cap off the look, MJ had worn a big tan floppy hat and wrapped herself in a mostly sheer maroon shawl. Meanwhile, Peter just stood by slack-jawed in an opened red Hawaiian shirt that showcased his abs and some blue swim shorts.
"Going for the spidey colors I see. Me too. Glad we match, Tiger," MJ smirked spinning around, "Like what you see?"
"I uh um well wow…" Peter stammered.
"Hehe good. And yes, I have plenty of sunscreen. But I need some help. Would you be a dear and apply some to my back?" she asked, turning around and dropping her shawl to reveal her open back.
"Uh sure yea ok?"
Stepping forward, Peter took the bottle of sunscreen MJ handed to him and squeezed a good amount in his hand. Shaking, he extended his hand and slowly placed it on MJ's bare skin. She shivered at the cold sunscreen but gradually relaxed to Peter's gentle touch. Up and down then side to side his hands went trying to spread the cream all across her back. He was being careful making sure every inch of her white perfect skin was covered and protected. Distracted, he let his hands wander down her sides causing her to shiver again and arch her back.
"Oh uh sorry was that weird?" Peter asked worriedly.
"Mmm no no keep going," she cooed.
Reassured, Peter continued rubbing the sunscreen all over. She closed her eyes and held her breath content to have Peter's hands all over her. Despite all his Spider-Manning and roughness he had to deal with, his hands felt so smooth and relaxing. Honestly, MJ could have stood around and let this moment go on for an eternity. She was so enamored she didn't even notice when he had stopped.
"Ok. A-all done, I think."
"Huh?" she gasped.
"Y-yea. Your back should be all good."
"Oh. Thank you, Tiger," she pouted slightly sad the experience was over, "Would you like me to help you?"
"Uhhh s-sure. I guess."
She turned around and couldn't help but stare at Peter's chest. The sight was nothing new to her, but each and every time she never failed to admire and even memorize all the contours and shapely pieces of Peter's torso muscles. Her tongue unconsciously licked her lips triggered by the sight of his delicious abs. Peter, feeling shy, actually covered his chest a bit.
"Pretty sure dumbly staring at the chest of one's partner is my role, Red," Peter teased, breaking her out of her trance.
"O-oh. Right! Well, I can't help myself when my partner is so fucking sexy."
"Heh again. I'm pretty sure that's my line."
"Eh. The script is flexible."
"Hey! What's the holdup you two!"
Startled, Peter and MJ turned to see Harry standing by the open patio door.
"You're wasting daylight! The water's great right now!"
"Sorry Harry. Just gotta put sunscreen on Peter real quick."
"Why are you using the cream? Come to the modern world, MJ. Use the spray."
"Spray?!" Mary Jane and Peter gasped.
"Yea! Here, gimme a second."
Harry retreated into his bedroom only to emerge seconds later with a metal can with a spray top attached.
"Here, it's super quick. You just spray it on and voila, sunscreen all applied," Harry demonstrated on Peter not noticing MJ pouting behind him, "Holy shit, Pete. When did you get so jacked?"
"Oh y'know I've been working out. Push-ups. Sit-ups. And plenty of juice hehe. Nothing major."
"Damn. What kind of juice have you been drinking? Help a guy out. Sheesh, no wonder MJ is so horny around you."
"HARRY!"
"What? I'm just stating facts! Here's another: We're burning daylight! Let's go people!"
Mary Jane pouted as Harry ran back out to meet up with Liz on the beach. Slowly they both turned to send apologetic glances at each other. Well, at least Peter tried to send 'I'm sorry signals.' MJ tried at first, but the spray-on sunblock really made Peter's abs glisten. Before she knew it, her eyes were traveling up and down his torso. She was still rather cross with Harry for depriving her of the opportunity to really touch those beautifully sculpted muscles, but the view wasn't terrible.
"Uhhh MJ?"
"Hmm?"
"Shall we?" he asked, extending his hand.
"Yes. Let's."
The rest of the day went off without a hitch. Beach day was a huge success as the four soon-to-be college students played in the sun all afternoon. The water was cool and refreshing. The sand was soft and warm. A game of beach volleyball had broken out as the couples paired up and competed against each other. As much as Mary Jane loved Peter and totally understood the need to downplay his athleticism to hide his alter-spidey-ego, sometimes Peter played the part a little too well.
*FHUMP*
"Wooohoo another point for Team Osborn-Allen!"
"Allen-Osborn, Harry!"
"Right right. Sorry, Liz."
Peter, playing the unathletic nerd, remained buried in the sand where he had faceplanted. MJ scurried over to kneel down and whisper in his ear.
"How did you trip while standing?"
"You get a lot of acrobatic perks with spider-powers."
"Yea well would you mind using your acrobatic perks in a more positive direction?"
"MJ I've been a nerd all my life. I can't just magically be good."
"You were a star wide receiver for a football game…"
"Yea, that you got me into!"
"Peter….could we make it at least a little closer. I really don't want to lose 20 to nothing."
"…Sigh. Alright. I'll use three percent of my true power."
"That's all I ask, Tiger."
Truth be told, Peter was indeed putting on his usual clumsy nerd act. However, he had other distractions that messed up his game. In setting up their formations, they had decided that Mary Jane would take the front court and Peter would take the back court. And well, Peter unfortunately really appreciated the view of Mary Jane's back court. Blame the skimpy blue bikini.
On the other side of the court, Harry tossed up the ball and firmly served it over the net. Quickly, MJ used her hands and pushed the ball upwards setting Peter up for the strike. Getting on the same page, Peter ran forward and leapt into the air. Mary Jane stood by in awe as the sunlight hit his Adonis-like body just right. The light practically bounced off his sweaty, sunscreen-covered skin. He remained in the air for what felt like minutes as if he were floating. Then, in a single crisp motion, he rotated his arm like a windmill and brought his hand down like a hammer onto the ball.
*ZOOM PUFF THUD*
In the blink of an eye, the ball crashed into the sandy ground and bounced up and away kicking sand up and all around them. Harry and Liz were frozen in fear as they didn't even see the ball fly away. Quickly, MJ ran over as Peter finally landed on the ground.
"That was three percent?" she whispered.
"Ok so the adrenaline mighta gotten hold of me."
Peter toned it down for the rest of the game after that. While they didn't win, he and MJ at least made it respectable losing only by one point. As the sun went down, the four friends went back into the house to freshen up and get ready. After all, beach day was done, but nighttime clubbing was just getting started. Peter wasn't really one for clubbing, so he didn't have the wardrobe for it either. Luckily the fashion expert that she was, MJ picked out a nice navy-blue dress shirt for her boo. Tight enough to fit his frame but not too clingy. Soft and cooling so he wouldn't be sweating on the dance floor. Keeping in line with their blue color scheme, MJ also opted for a tight blue pencil dress to accentuate her curves and cleavage. Of course, a little bit of fun before they headed out wouldn't hurt.
"Hey, Tiger?" MJ asked as she casually strutted into his room, "Could you zip me up?"
"Huh?" Peter looked up from his phone and nearly dropped it.
Moving her hair out of the way, she turned to show him her currently open back. Peter's throat dried up as he could see clear as day her now slightly tanned skin and the back of her black bra. Finally mustering up some courage, he stepped forward and grabbed the zipper gently pulling it up.
"Careful. The dress is a bit tight near the top. It might be my chest," she strategically mentioned.
"Uhhh r-right," he stammered pulling the zipper through the last portion, "A-all done, MJ."
"Thank you," she turned around, "You look pretty spiffy too, Tiger. Course I picked out the shirt, so you're bound to look great."
"And you look gorgeous as always," he smiled resting his hands on her hips.
"Hehe. Kiss me."
Happily obliging, Peter pecked her lips. She wrapped her hands around his neck and pulled him in for a more fervent and serious kiss. He tilted his head so that their lips could slot perfectly together. She actually moaned into the kiss fully enjoying the taste of her man.
"Peter? Mary Jane? Let's get going! The Uber's here!" Harry called out, startling the couple.
Immediately jolted back, Peter rested his forehead against Mary Jane's as she couldn't help but chuckle.
"I'm gonna kill him," Peter grumbled.
"Easy big boy. He's just trying to be a friend."
"Then why do I feel like he's doing it on purpose…"
A twenty-minute car ride later, the group arrived at the hottest club on the island, Nexus. Stepping out of the car, Peter, MJ, and Liz all grew worried as the queue-to-enter spanned blocks and even wrapped around the street corner.
"Oh geez, I knew we should have left early!" Liz huffed.
"This is insane! Everyone on the island must be here!"
"Maybe we should just go find a paella place or something," Peter suggested.
Oddly, Harry didn't seem concerned at all. Instead, he strode with confidence over to the bouncer completely skipping the mile-long line. They exchanged some pleasantries and Harry whispered a few words the other three couldn't hear. Much to their surprise, the bouncer nodded and unclipped the red rope.
"Well? C'mon gang!" Harry waved over his stunned friends.
Entering the club wasn't necessarily the best experience Peter could have had. His enhanced fine-tuned senses were not very pleased with all that was going on. A wall of hot sweaty air hit his face immediately as they trudged through the tight crowd. Rihanna's "This is What You Came For" blared into his ears shaking his skull a bit. All the bright lights flashing and spinning disoriented him causing him to stumble a bit. Suddenly, someone grabbed his hand. The skin was so smooth and soft. He could feel another hand tightly grasping his arm steadying him.
"I've got you, Tiger," MJ said into his ear kissing his cheek.
Slowly, Peter started to adjust to all the noise and calmed down. He looked over to Mary Jane who held a comforting smile to him. He smiled back feeling so reassured that she always had that warm effect on him. His hand squeezed her tightly letting her know that he was ok and that he was grateful.
"We can take it slow," she said slowly guiding him to the dance floor.
Just like at prom, Peter and MJ moved in perfect sync swaying and bopping to the beat. Never letting go of each other's hands, they spun and swung together as if they rehearsed this move a thousand times. Once again just like at prom, Mary Jane spun into his arms leaning her back into his chest. His chin rested on her shoulder giving him a chance to sniff her perfume. She in turn felt so intoxicated by his cologne. Granted she gifted him said cologne, but still. Of course, while holding her close like this was always welcomed, Peter felt slightly more possessive. Mary Jane was the hottest girl in the club, and he wasn't the only one who noticed her tight dress. But he wasn't super worried. As the song suggested, "Everybody's watching her, but she's lookin at you." While Mary Jane could feel all those lecherous gazes on her, she was much more worried about the side glances all these fancy European women were giving Peter. In fact, Peter Parker may be the only person in the world who didn't realize just how hot he was. Now that she was thinking about it, maybe the shirt she got him was too tight.
"They seem to be having fun," Peter commented.
"Huh?"
"Harry and Liz," he answered pointing out his friends dancing together.
"I'm glad. They both seem like they needed each other."
"You're just saying that because now Liz will stop hitting on me."
"Please. You didn't even know she was hitting on you until I pointed it out."
"Touché"
The rest of the night went relatively nicely. Every now and then the club sprayed water mist all over the dance floor to cool people off. While Harry and Liz seemingly had boundless energy to keep dancing, Peter and MJ felt tuckered out and needed a quick break. With Peter in front holding MJ's hand, they gradually burrowed their way through the crowd and reached the bar.
"What'll it be?" the bartender asked.
"Two strawberry daiquiris please."
"Heh typical Americans," the bartender smirked before getting started on their drinks.
"….ok?"
While they waited for their drinks, a tall burly man slid his way into the stool next to MJ. She immediately flinched just from the strong stench of his overused cologne. Instinctively, Peter wrapped his arm around her shoulder.
"And who must this beautiful specimen be?" the stranger began, "I must say despite all these flashing lights, I absolutely adore the color of your eyes. And that hair. Oh what sheen. I could get lost just running my fingers through those soft locks of hair. Darling, why don't you come with me? I can show you a grand time."
"Sorry, pal. She's with me," Peter immediately retorted.
"But thank you for the compliments. I'm flattered," MJ apologetically smiled.
"Oh honey, I wasn't talking to you. I was hoping to dance with…..him," he purred waving his fingers towards….Peter.
"I-I uh what?" Peter stammered.
Quickly, MJ covered her mouth to stifle her enormous laugh that was threatening to come bursting out.
"Uhh sorry, man, but like I said uhh I'm with the pretty lady here," Peter held MJ closer this time to protect himself.
"Hmm shame. Oh well. As they say, gotta shoot your shot. You have a good time now, cutie," he winked as he walked off.
"BAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAH," MJ finally died now that the coast was clear.
"Har har laugh it up."
"I hahahah I'm sorry, Tiger. It's just hahah I told you you were sexy."
"Yea yea."
"It's trueeee! I also love running my fingers through your hair. And I adore your eyes," she kissed his cheek.
"Well, you're the only one I'd ever let touch my hair."
"Likewise."
Eventually Harry and Liz came over for their own break. However, wanting a bit more comfort, Harry booked a private table over by the corner of the club. Peter plopped onto the soft cushy booth with Mary Jane next to him resting her head on his shoulder.
"This is fun, isn't it?" Harry asked, "Just a couple of friends vacationing. Perfectly normal."
"Yea, couple of friends vacationing. On a European island, in a private villa, at an exclusive club everyone is dying to get into. Yup. Totally normal," MJ teased.
"Ok yea this isn't super normal. But I'm still grateful I get to hang out with my best friends."
"I'll drink to that, Harry! Especially with college just on the horizon," Liz took a sip from her glass.
"Speaking of college, Pete you figure out your living arrangements yet?"
"Almost. I'm looking at apartments near the campus. I figured it'd be easier than taking the train from Queens all the time."
"Why bother? You could just live with me at the manor? It's not super close to campus, but still reasonable travel time."
"Thanks, Harry, but I kinda want my own space. I don't want to have to mooch off you all the time."
"Ohhh I get it," Harry smirked, "You want some privacy so you can have MJ over."
"HARRY!"
"Haha please. Even if Peter lived at the fancy Osborn Manor, I'd be coming over practically every day to see him."
"Riigght. Of course Mary Jane. You'd be coming you say?" Harry pressed on.
"HARRY!"
"Oookayy. And on that note, I may need a stronger drink. C'mon, Tiger."
Unfortunately for MJ, the darkness and flashing lights blurred her vision, and she didn't notice the ledge she needed to step down from.
"WHOAAAA!"
*THUD*
"MJ! MJ! You ok?!" Peter rushed over.
"Ahhhh I'm fine," she winced trying to get up.
"Can you stand?"
"I think so."
Leaning onto Peter for support, MJ slowly got up from the ground. There was a slight stinging sensation in her right ankle but for the most part she was able to manage. However, her feet still felt uneven.
"Oh dammit. I broke my heel," MJ noted as she lifted her foot.
"Yikes that does not look good," Liz winced.
"Well, you get what you pay for at the thrift shop," she shrugged.
"Let's head on back. We should ice that ankle just in case."
"No no Harry it's fine. Don't ruin your vacation over me. Stay and dance with Liz. Peter can take me home."
"Of course. I got you."
"O-ok. If you're sure," Harry asked worriedly.
"Totally. You and Liz have fun now," she winked.
Harry nodded and mouthed a thank you as Mary Jane wrapped an arm around Peter for support. It was a little tough trying to limp and navigate through the crowd, but somehow Peter and MJ made it outside and hailed a cab.
"Hehe Peter it's ok. You don't have to carry me all the way!"
"Nonsense! The less pressure on your ankle the better!"
One thing Mary Jane loved to hate and vice versa was Peter's overprotectiveness. Sure, she always appreciated his care and concern. He was absolutely such a caring boyfriend and obviously was a strong protector. But sometimes he was a bit too overbearing. Case in point: Peter was currently carrying her bridal style up to Harry's villa.
"I'm serious, Peter! I'm fine….mostly. I can at least limp or hop to my room."
"We're almost there."
"Peter, put me down."
"I-uh sorry. Is this uncomfortable?"
"N-no! Of course not! I always enjoying being held in your arms. It's just…well," she looked away blushing.
"Hey, it's ok. You can tell me."
"It's silly."
"I don't think so."
"You don't even know what it is."
"It matters to you, so it matters to me too. Just tell me. I won't laugh."
"O-ok. Well. I was hoping that if you were to ever carry me over a threshold, you'd carry me over…our threshold."
"Huh?...Ohhhhhh," Peter's eyes widened in realization, "I uh wow. I didn't realize you thought that far ahead."
"For the longest time, I've had commitment issues. My dad left us pretty early on and I just….I was scared of being with someone just for a fling. I was worried that I'd be more invested than my partner and he'd eventually just get up and leave after stringing me along for years. But somehow, you put me at ease about that. You're so sweet and loyal, I just. I dunno. I have this feeling you and I are gonna be in this for the long haul. And honestly, that excites me."
"That excites me too. I know we're still sorta early in our relationship I guess, but I'm willing to go as far as we can to see it all the way through."
"I love you."
"And I love you, Red."
With a quick kiss, Peter indulged MJ a bit, helping her touch the ground and limp into the villa. With her threshold dream saved, they made their way to her room where she could sit and rest on the bed.
"I'll get some ice from the kitchen. Be right back."
"Take your time, Peter."
As Peter scurried out of the dream, a rather mischievous scheme popped into MJ's mind. Quick as she could, she unzipped her dress and…..got into position. Moments later Peter returned with a plastic bag full of ice and some bandages.
"Ok so the Osborns didn't really stock up properly on medical supplies so this is the best I could…..do."
*CRASH*
Peter was stunned. Speechless. Speckledorfed. At this very moment he could feel every variation of shock one could imagine. His throat dried up and all his muscles froze. In all honesty he could feel all his blood flowing downward.
"What's the matter, Tiger? Like what you see?"
Somehow in the minutes Peter was gone, Mary Jane had shimmied out of her dress and leaned up against the headboard waiting for her man. Now just in her black bra and panties, she had arched her back to push out her breasts and left her legs wide open to give Peter a proper view.
"C'mere, Tiger," she purred wiggling her little finger to egg him towards her.
Like a moth to a flame, Peter mindlessly dragged his feet towards the bed. He climbed on top and rested his knees on either side of her hips. There was no thinking. No hesitation. He leaned forward and savored her lips. She happily kissed him back. Gone was the sweet and slow. With how his tongue forcefully slipped into her mouth to dance with hers, MJ knew this was carnal passion bursting from Peter. And she absolutely loved it. His hands touched her sides and every fingertip felt like fire. Her hands gripped the back of his head holding him in place. She did not want him anywhere else right now. He then gently bit her tongue and tugged on it slightly causing her to yelp with pleasure. Finally released, Peter moved towards her neck leaving little feather kisses and nips.
"Mmm Peter please. Keep going. Keep going!"
Driven by instinct, Peter sucked on a pressure point and released it with a pop. Next thing he knew, he pulled her bra up and released her large ample breasts. Both his hands squeezed and kneaded her large mounds as he quickly kissed her again. Mary Jane meanwhile was shocked, but still drowned in pleasure. Her mind started getting hazy. Still just acting and not thinking, Peter moved downward and began sucking on her right nipple. Oh the sweet sweet sounds coming from Mary Jane spurred him on.
"Oh yes. Yes, Peter. Just like that," she closed her eyes and leaned back towards the headboard.
Peter was in absolute bliss. For so long he kept stealing glances at Mary Jane's chest imagining just how soft and supple her boobs would be. His tongue languorously traced circles around her areola sending shockwaves all throughout her body. Once again, she held his head in place not wanting him to stop his onslaught. With just a touch of force, Peter pushed back to switch nipples. In her haze, MJ looked down to see her right nipple so stiff and peppered with bite marks. Her heart flipped three times, delighted that this was finally happening. But then suddenly…
*POP*
Peter released her other nipple once again covered in marks. It took a minute for her to come back down to Earth, but once she did, she was met with a nervous Peter staring awkwardly at her.
"Tiger? W-what's wrong?"
"I-well um I just."
"Hmm?"
"A-are you really ok w-with me? I-I mean y'know. Doing this?"
"Are you crazy? Of course I'm ok! You're my boyfriend!"
"Well yea but is this too much too fast or something? I just want you to be comfortable."
"Hold on. You just sucked on both of my nipples, and you're asking if I'm ok with having sex with you?"
"…..I mean when you put it that way."
"Peter, I waited for you to walk into this room while I was in my underwear with my legs wide open. I basically put up a 'please fuck me' neon sign."
"R-right. I just want us to be on the same page….because I really really wanted to have sex with you for so long."
"Oh, Tiger. You have no idea how long I've waited for this moment. Have some confidence in yourself! You're smart, brave, handsome, so damn sexy. Here lay down."
"Uhhh ok. But why?"
"I'm going to show you just how much I want this…..if you'll let me of course."
"Uh s-sure. Yes. Of course."
Peter did as he was told and laid down on the bed. MJ climbed around and sat up unclasping her bra. She bit her lip as she tossed the undergarment away, clearly noticing the growing bulge in his pants. Slowly and sensually, she traced her hands up and down his thighs.
"I just want you to relax. It's just me. No need to be tense," she purred.
"O-ok. Lead the way."
"May I?" she asked resting her hand on his front zipper.
"Yes."
Undoing his zipper and unbuckling his belt, she shimmied pants off leaving him just in boxers. Her thighs rubbed together to ease the immediate ache she felt between her legs. Her hands gently traced the apparent bulge just begging to burst out of his shorts. She could see his legs tense up as she continued rubbing the fabric back and forth. Slowly she leaned down and kissed the swelling fabric.
"I didn't realize you were gonna tease me like this," Peter groaned.
"Hehe I just want to savor the moment. I-I've never done this before."
"Me neither."
"Then we'll explore together."
"Together."
With newfound courage, she grabbed the hem of his boxers and whooshed them off. Her eyes widened like dinner plates as his erect cock sprung up. Like Peter earlier, MJ's own body moved on its own. Her hand clutched the base of his shaft and slowly moved up and down.
"W-wow. I had forgotten how big it was…" MJ said mesmerized.
"….Forgotten? You've never seen it before, right?"
Annnnd gone was her courage. Immediately, her cheeks burned bright red, and she covered her face with her free hand. Her other one was still occupied.
"Uhhh remember when I saved you after the Kingpin fight?"
"Yea…."
"And I had to strip you down to tend to your wounds?"
"Yea…but you said you didn't peek?"
"Tiger, in all the fairy tales, in all the fables, in all the stories…the hero always peeks."
"….You minx."
She leaned down again still pumping his cock up and down. Her eyes kept wandering along the length of his sturdy rod. A million thoughts immediately ran through her head. It was so big. Would it even fit inside her? And yet, it looked so intriguing. Peter grunted as she continued the hand job. Internally, MJ smiled happy to hear that Peter was enjoying the act so far.
"May I?" she asked, building up her resolve again.
"Y-yes. Please, MJ."
She rubbed his length a few more times feeling the precum oozing from his tip. A deep breath later, Mary Jane opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around the tip of his pulsing cock. Slowly, she lowered herself down taking in his dick inch-by-inch making sure to suck up all his precum. Pulling back with a pop, she kissed his tip before moving down to the base and licking his shaft all the way to the tip.
"Oh God," Peter moaned, "this is so much better than I could have dreamed."
"You taste better than I dreamed too, Peter."
"Y-you dreamt about this?"
"Peter, I already told you that I masturbate to you from time to time. What do you think I was imagining?" she flashed him a toothy grin before taking in his dick into her mouth again.
Up and down her head bobbed as she slurped and spit around his penis. Peter's eyes were practically rolling into the back of his head with all this pleasure he was receiving. The only thing keeping his eyes still in his skull was Mary Jane maintaining eye-contact with him the whole time. Deeper and deeper she tried to go before gagging a bit. Quickly she pulled her mouth off to cough.
"Are you ok?" Peter immediately asked.
"Ahem I'm fine, Tiger. I'm ok. It's just, you're so big. I can only fit so much in," she answered still stroking him.
"It's ok. Really. We can move on to something different. Let me take care of you."
"NO!" she replied defiantly, "Let me finish with you first! Please? We can worry about me after. You first!"
"Uhh ok."
Now given the green light, MJ lowered herself back down and this time took one of his balls in her mouth sucking furiously.
"Oh that's so good, Red."
"Mmmm," she hummed while stroking his shaft.
"God, you're so beautiful."
Rewarding him, she rested her body on her elbows and took in his penis again in her mouth. Trying to spice things up a bit, her tongue licked circles around his tip just like when he was sucking on her nipples. His hands came up to gather her long fiery red tresses. Her own hands rested on his thighs lovingly rubbing them. With their eyes, they held a mini conversation with him asking permission and her giving it. Gently he thrusted up into her mouth as she continued to suck on his cock. However, he was still very careful not to be too aggressive. This was their first time. He didn't want her choking. MJ also had a similar thought. Though not fully ready to engulf his entire length, she felt at ease. She trusted Peter not to get too rough. She didn't even need to press her hands down to prevent him from overexerting.
"Oh my God, Mary Jane. I'm gonna…I'm gonna come."
Upon hearing this, MJ leaned up a bit and grabbed the lower half of his cock. Her mouth moved up to the tip where her lips practically locked themselves into a tight seal. Taking a deep breath through her nose, she then vigorously sucked his tip and stroked his length as fast as she could.
"MJ seriously! I-I can't hold it for long!"
"Mmm hmm."
"OH FUCK" Peter howled.
With all the energy she had, Mary Jane stroked his cock and sucked harder and harder. She could feel his tip twitching inside her mouth and his dick growing hotter and hotter.
"Mary Jane. Mary Jane, please! Let go!" Peter pleaded, but MJ was having none of it.
He tried to reach over and get her to stop, but she simply swatted his hand away. Feeling every muscle in his body spasm, Peter jerked forward. His hands not knowing what they were doing landed on MJ's head and pressed her deeper into his cock.
"MMMMPH," she shrieked still with his dick in her mouth.
Finally, Peter came undone as he burst inside her mouth. Spurt after spurt of cum flooded her throat. Surprised at first at the sheer volume, MJ made sure to suck in every last drop. When he finally stopped coming, she slowly pulled off making sure her tongue graciously licked every little vein on the way up. When his tip came out with a pop, she licked all around his shaft and base before taking the tip back in and sucking out just a little more cum. When finished, she released him and wiped her own spit off with the back of her hand. Peter meanwhile sunk into the bed with stars in his eyes.
"Holy fuck," he mumbled.
"Hehe. I take it you enjoyed that."
"God, Red. That was the hottest thing I've ever seen. YOU are the hottest thing I've ever seen."
"I'm glad. I-I was pretty nervous honestly. I-I wasn't sure I'd be good enough."
"Are you crazy?!" Peter shot up shrugging off his post-nut clarity, "You are always enough! More than enough! You are Mary Jane Watson. The kindest and most beautiful person on the planet!"
"Thank you," she said still fully blushing after the scandalous act she just pulled off.
"Here, let me show you how much I love you."
This time, it was her turn to lay on her back. Peter, now eternally grateful to his girlfriend, began worshipping every square inch of her body. He started at her leg and began kissing downwards along her calf then her thigh. She held her breath as he got dangerously close to her now really moist center. Seeing the little stain on her black panties, Peter bit his own lip trying to stay cool. She was really wet, all from sucking him off. Internally, he was ecstatic that she felt such a way about him. His hands grasped the elastic of her panties as he looked up at her for permission.
"May I?" he asked.
"Please, Tiger. I'm begging you."
Smiling, he pulled her underwear off and tossed it somewhere across the room. Suddenly he stopped breathing. The sight before him completely mesmerized him to the point where he was speechless. Glistening before him was her pink pussy. The folds were so neatly tucked into one another. Her own fluids were slowly dripping down her ass. He could see her clit twitching with anticipation. Peter was so lost in the view he couldn't even feel the drool dripping from his mouth.
"Peter? Peter? Peterrrrrr?" MJ called out.
"Huh? What? Sorry?"
"Y-you're….you're staring," she shyly whimpered closing her legs slightly.
"I'm sorry! You're just so beautiful. Honestly."
"T-thank you. Could you please get a move on, though? I'm aching for you."
Nodding, Peter crawled forward to take in the sweet scent of her sex. He gave her pussy a quick lick up its entire length eliciting an immediate EEP from her. Smirking, he buried his face deeper between her legs. Wanting to build her up slowly, he continued licking her folds up and down. A sweetness coated his tongue as he pressed it deeper and deeper into her.
"Oh oh oh Peter, yes. Just like that. Just like that."
"Mmm."
This time, his own hum sent vibrations around her snatch as he continued his slow foreplay. At one point, he pulled back to kiss the inside of her thigh before diving right back into the fray.
"Ohhhh my God, Baby. You're teasing me! Please let me come! Please. PLEASSEEE," she cried out.
Baby? That was new. No matter. Peter spurred onward this time inserting his index and middle finger inside her just below his mouth.
"OH FUCK YES! YES PETER!"
Pulling his mouth off again, Peter smirked but still kept his fingers in.
"You're so sexy, MJ. You're so wet for me," he growled huskily.
"I can't help it. You're so beautiful, PeeeeEEEETER!" she cried as he flexed his fingers.
"You taste so sweet. I love you so much."
"I-I love you too, Baby. I-I waited so long for this."
Leaning forward still with his fingers inside her, Peter took her nipple in his mouth yet again. His fingers continued to flex as she sucked on her nipple roaming freely around her vaginal walls desperate to find her spot. So much stimulating pleasure created a haze in MJ's mind. There was no more thinking. Just taking in all the pleasure Peter was giving her. Her whole body felt electrified as her neurons were practically exploding everywhere.
"PPPEEEEEETERRR!" she shrieked as his fingers rubbed past her spot.
Smirking, Peter released her nipple to climb up and kiss her. Letting her body do the talking, she kissed him back passionately, letting her tongue dance with his. His fingers rolled back to that spongy spot he found causing her to jolt again during the kiss. He released her mouth so she could moan and whimper, sounds Peter found to be music. There was an immediate swell of pride surging inside him. Here he was the only man to ever touch Mary Jane like this and he had her practically at his mercy. No doubt she had this same feeling of pride when she held his dick hostage.
"P-Peter please. My c-clit. L-let me come. I'm begging you," she whimpered again.
Happily obliging, he placed himself back between her legs and pressed his lips onto her throbbing clit. Taking the little nub into his mouth, he sucked vigorously as his fingers pumped in and out of her pussy.
"OH OH BABY YES! YES YES YES! THAT'S IT BABY!"
Hearing her scream and shout intensified his resolve to basically yank her orgasm out of her. So, he sucked harder and pumped his fingers faster. His fingertips focused on that little spot he found and drove her absolutely wild.
"AH AH AH MMMMM OH AHHHHHHHH."
Coherent words were no longer in her vocabulary as MJ gripped the sheets below her and arched her back. She clenched her eyes so much as tears began flowing out. There was a sort of coil in her belly that was continuously getting wound and wound by Peter's intense foreplay. A strong feeling was surging inside her building up all throughout her body. Finally with one final suck, Peter broke the dam.
"OHHHHH FUCCCCCCKKK," she screamed as loud as she could.
That coil inside her finally unwound itself and release an immense amount of energy. Her body practically leapt off the bed for a second as her orgasm rocked her body from head to toe. Probably thanks to some spider-grip, Peter kept his mouth firmly on her pussy drinking in all the fluids gushing out from her. She panted, feeling all the strength leaving her bones and muscles. Peter meanwhile had pulled his fingers out and was placing gentle feather kisses all around her pussy hoping to calm her down.
"Are you ok?" Peter asked as he climbed back up to meet her eye level.
"Wow. You were just…..wow."
Smiling with pride, Peter kissed her cheek. She immediately wrapped her arms around his neck to keep him in place as she properly kissed him.
"Haha I take it you enjoyed that then."
"Peter that was amazing. I'm flabbergasted right now," she whispered, "Are….are you hard again?"
"Y-yea. Are you ready?"
"Gimme a second. I need to. Holy fuck Peter that was so good," she slurred a bit trying to come down from her high.
"Ok. While you do that, I'll go find a condom. Harry's bound to have a stash here somewhere."
Just as he was about to get off the bed, MJ grabbed his now fully erect penis and held him down.
"MJ?"
"N-no condom."
"W-what?! I uh hold on!"
"No condom," she said with more conviction.
"MJ, I don't think that's a good idea…"
"Peter, Baby, it's ok. I'm on the pill. Have been since I was fifteen. And we're both virgins so I know we're safe. Please, Peter. I want to feel you. All of you," she asked stroking his cock to incentivize him a bit.
"Are you sure?"
"Peter, I've been dreaming of you fucking me for the better part of our friendship and definitely the entirety of our relationship. I'm absolutely sure."
Batting her teary glazed eyes, MJ knew she had him right where she wanted him. Nodding, Peter climbed on top of her as she spread out her legs.
"Uhh last chance. Are you sure about this?"
"Peter, I need you. Please. Make love to me."
Nodding, Peter licked his fingers a bit before rubbing the saliva all over his tip. He probably didn't need to since she was so dripping wet for him, but just in case. Slowly he rubbed his thick shaft over her glistening pussy eliciting more sweet moans from her.
"Peter please! No more teasing. Just put it in….gently though!"
Once again Peter nodded acknowledging his orders. Taking a deep breath, he slowly pushed his dick forward. Immense warmth immediately enveloped him. Her walls tightened around the first inch of his dick as he gradually pushed onward. Neither one of them made a sound as they intensely held their breath.
"My God. You're so tight," he blurted out.
MJ scrunched up her face wincing slightly at the pain. Peter was so big and girthy. She could feel him stretching her out. Barely opening her eyes, Mary Jane looked down to see that Peter still had a little bit more till he reached his hilt. Biting her lips, she wrapped her arms tightly around him trying to endure her first penetration.
"Y-you're so warm," he whispered in her ear as he hugged her back.
"Y-you're so….so big," she breathily whispered back.
Finally all the way in, Peter braced himself up with his elbows to get a good look at his girlfriend. The sight before him nearly broke his heart as he saw her still wincing and slightly crying.
"MJ? Are you ok?" he asked worriedly caressing her cheek.
"Y-yea. I'm fine. It's just. God you're so big. And thick. I just. Fuck I need a moment."
"W-we can stop here. I can pull out."
"DON'T. YOU. DARE," she grunted wrapping him even tighter with her arms, "I-it hurts a little but somehow the pain is subsiding."
Hoping to ease her pain, Peter got to work leaving little feather kisses all over her face. Staring from her forehead, he made his way down her left cheek kissing her tears then her ear. Soon he circled around her jaw, lips, and nose, before coming back up to her right cheek.
"You're doing great, MJ. You're so beautiful," he reassured her.
"P-please keep talking, Baby," she groaned while squeezing her thighs around him.
"Your body is so alluring, Mary Jane. God I couldn't keep my eyes off you when you wore that bikini on the beach today."
"I-I wore it for you, Tiger."
"And your clubbing dress. Oh how divine," he growled as he nipped her neck, "It showed off all the right curves. The blue was dazzling."
"I-I liked your shirt too. It hugged you nicely," she spoke coherently, "Baby, I'm ready. You can move now."
There was that word again. Baby. Peter had no idea where that nickname came from. Granted, he still didn't know why his girlfriend kept calling him Tiger. But questions for later. Hearing MJ call him Baby spurred something inside of him. He felt more confident, more able. His dick practically twitched at the new nickname. Slowly, he pulled out half an inch before gently thrusting back in.
"Mmmmm," she moaned.
Taking that as a sign that he was on the right track, he pulled out and rocked into her again. His pacing was slow, but gentle. Kind and tender. At this particular moment, it was just right. Mary Jane could feel his entire length slide against her walls. Pain was subsiding as she now felt so full and so happy. As he pulled back, she bucked her hips up trying to bring back that feeling of fullness. Peter picked up on her movements and hugged her even closer while leaving more kisses on her cheek.
"You feel amazing, MJ. You're doing great. Oh God I could be inside you forever," Peter panted.
Too immersed in pleasure, Peter didn't notice her legs hooking around his calves and her hands hugging and gripping his torso. With Peter now locked closely against her chest, she started her own kissing assault. Peppering his face with kisses and nips, MJ and Peter kept exchanging glances and unspoken words. Soon, they were moving in sync with Peter picking up the pace and MJ matching his speed with her hips.
"God, MJ. You're so beautiful. So stunning," Peter babbled.
"Mmm. Yea?"
"I've always thought you were sexy, ever since you sat at my table when no one else did."
"Uh huh keep going, Baby."
"I've always noticed you. How you'd flirt or brush up against me so closely or wear certain clothes to pique my interest. I always notice Mary Jane. I know every hairstyle you've tried, every outfit you've worn. But I never cared what you wore. You were beautiful in everything."
"Mmm I-I'm glad to hear that, Peter. Nice to see all my e-efforts didn't go to waste."
"It's like I told you earlier. I only have eyes for you."
Hearing him reconfirm how much he loved her completely relaxed both her mind and body. Her pussy pulsed as she continued bucking her hips against his. Her head leaned forward getting right up to his ear.
"H-harder," she whispered into his ear, "Harder, Peter. Please!"
As if she had just turned a switch, Peter put everything he had into his subsequent thrusts. A mixture of their fluids was dripping all over the sheets as he continued to pound into her. MJ closed her eyes reveling in the wet slapping sounds permeating throughout the room. The pleasure was so intense, she bit her lips hand to stifle her moans. Peter soon kissed her cheek trying to get her to relax.
"It's ok, MJ. It's just us. Let me hear you moan. Please?"
Opening her eyes, she was met with the sight of Peter's handsome face. In her haze, she somehow still managed to commit every detail to memory. His kind brown eyes. His strained cheeks. His sharp jawline. His wild hair. She did her best to remember everything. She never wanted to forget her first time.
"Ah ah ah," she started to let out.
"Yea,Baby. That's it," Peter nuzzled into her neck nipping her pressure points.
"Peter, Peter, Peter, PETER!" she screamed as his dick rammed hard onto her spot.
Both of their neurons worked in overdrive as so many stimulants overwhelmed them with pleasure. His balls slapping against her ass. Her legs crushing him. Her hands clawing at his back. His hands gripping her hair. Their chests pressed up against each other with their nipples brushing against one another. So many things were happening all at once. After moments of blissful fucking, Peter's rhythm became unstable. He could feel his dick twitching and pressuring building. She could feel it, too.
"Red, Baby, I'm gonna…..I'm gonna."
"Come inside me," she ordered.
"What?" he exasperated.
"Please. It's ok. Pill, remember?"
"But…"
As if to answer him further, her thighs squeezed even tighter as her ankles wrapped around themselves locking his butt in place. Her arms now wrapped around his neck pressing his forehead against her.
"Please, Baby. I want to feel you. All of you," she pleaded through her tears.
Nodding, Peter slipped his hand between her legs and found her swollen clip. With his fingertips, he aggressively started rubbing circles around the bundle of nerves determined to make her come one last time. Admittedly this was a slightly difficult task with one hand rubbing her clit and his hips continuing to drive into her. But he did his best to manage.
"Yes Yes YES PETER! Keep going! Just like that. Just like that! I'm so close!"
Once again, a coil began wrapping and winding itself inside her like a spring ready for action. Peter was fucking her so well her mind held nothing. It was completely empty save for all the pleasure she was feeling. Suddenly, Peter bit down on her neck hard.
"PETER PETER PEEEETEERRRRRR!" she howled as her second orgasm of the night absolutely rocked her.
Peter grunted and gritted his teeth as he pushed forth one last time. Her walls suddenly tightened trapping his dick in a vice grip. He burst completely inside her spurting everything he had left. A unique feeling surged through her. It felt so warm and pleasurable as she continued milking every last drop from Peter. All of his strength practically abandoned him as Peter struggled to keep his weight off Mary Jane. Soon her own muscles felt like jelly. Her arms and legs released Peter and dropped onto the mattress. reveled in the warmth his dick was feeling for a few minutes before pulling out entirely and laying down next to Mary Jane. She whimpered as she was now filled with longing. Her sense of fullness was now replaced with Peter's seed trickling and dripping out her pussy and down her ass. Peter flopped onto the pillow with lidded eyes. Just as he was about to drift off, a slightly annoyed Mary Jane half-straddled him and gripped his torso again.
"Oh no! You don't get to fuck me and then skip the cuddling, mister!" she whined.
"S-sorry, MJ," he stammered as he rolled over and wrapped his arms around her, "I wasn't really thinking."
"That's ok," she mumbled burying her face into his chest, "Just as long as you remember next time."
"Next time?" he looked at her quizzically.
"Oh yes. There are going to be many next times. Face it, Tiger. You're stuck with me."
"Hahahaha," Peter let out a throaty chuckle.
"I love you, Peter," she smiled kissing his sternum.
Soon, Peter could feel her breathing soften and even out. Her grip relaxed as the rest of her body settled like jelly. He kissed the top of her head sighing in satisfaction.
"I'm really happy y'know," he whispered despite knowing she's gone straight to sleep, "Being with you like this, there's no more secrets between us. There's nothing to hide. Now, we're together in every way possible. I love you, Mary Jane Watson. I love you so so much."
With a quick brushing of her hair with his fingertips, Peter also began to relax. Once again, his eyes fluttered as he gradually succumbed to slumber. Just before however, he could feel her lips move against his chest as she slurred some words together.
"You make me so happy, Peter…"
MEANWHILE at NEXUS
"Harry, I gotta ask."
"Hmm?"
"You could feel the sexual tension between Peter and Mary Jane, right?"
"Of course! It's soooo obvious!"
"Then, why do you constantly interrupt them and ruin their little moments?"
"Because, dear Liz, they needed just a bit more build up."
"…What?!"
"Think about it! If you're constantly frustrated, when you finally do the deed, you'll be a thousand times more satisfied. It's easy psychology."
"I can't tell if you're a great friend or a cruel masochist."
"Eh it's only weird if it doesn't work."
"So, I take it they're fucking right now, aren't they?"
"Oh absolutely. They're totally fucking."
"….Well it's about damn time."
AN: Hiya everyone! I'm so so sorry for taking FOREVER to post any sort of chapters for any of my fics. I've been traveling and it's just taken some time to get back into this writing groove. And haha yes they've finally had sex! Woohoo! The next chapter will come as soon as possible. I've sorta kinda turned this into a connected story now, so this should be fun haha. Anyway, thank you all for the awesome support! Hopefully this fic will cheer you folks up! Happy Spider-Man Day!