Peter and Mary Jane were arguing in a dark parking lot, the rain pouring down. MJ was furious about Peter's desire to give up being Spider-Man.

"You're an idiot, Peter!" The redhead yelled, her voice echoing in the empty lot. "You can't just give up being a hero!"

Peter's anger boiled over, and he grabbed MJ's wrist, pulling her close. "I'm sick of this, MJ. I'm sick of the danger, the constant fear. I just want a normal life."

"You can't give up, Peter. People need Spider-Man!"

"And what about what Spider-Man needs?"

"I thought all you needed was me…"

A beat. Rain pouring down their faces. Their cheeks burning with anger from the argument. The way her freckles blazed when she shouted made her look so beautiful. Peter couldn't stop himself.

He pulled her closer, their bodies pressed together, and angrily kissed her. MJ's lips parted, and she kissed him back, her body melting against his.

Peter pushed her against the car, his hands roaming over her body as he kissed her roughly. She moaned into his mouth, her hands tangled in his wet hair. He lifted her up, his hands gripping her ass as he pressed her against the car.

He tore at her clothes, his fingers ripping through the fabric as he exposed her naked body to the cold rain. He ripped open her shirt, buttons flying everywhere, and exposed her lacy bra. She gasped as the cool air hit her skin, but she didn't protest. Instead, she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer to her.

MJ gasped as Peter's fingers found her nipples, pinching and twisting them through the fabric. She moaned, her head falling back, as Peter's mouth replaced his fingers, his tongue swirling around her nipples.

Peter's hand slid down MJ's body, pushing aside her soaked skirt, and he slipped a finger inside her. She was dripping wet, and Peter groaned as he felt her slick heat.

Peter lifted her up, his hands gripping her ass, and pushed her against the 's legs wrapped around Peter's waist, pulling him closer. Her fingers tangled in Peter's hair, pulling him closer as he fucked her with his finger. "Oh, fuck, Peter. Yes, like that."

Peter's dick was rock hard, and he pulled it out, rubbing it against MJ's clit. She moaned, her body trembling as he teased her.

"Please, Peter. Fuck me," she begged.

Peter didn't need to be asked twice. He positioned himself at her entrance and thrust inside her. MJ cried out, her body shaking as Peter filled her.

Peter thrust into her, his cock hard and ready as he filled her completely. She cried out, her nails digging into his back as he began to fuck her roughly. The car rocked with their movements, the sound of their bodies slapping against each other echoing in the empty car park.

Peter pounded into her, his anger and frustration fueling his movements as he took her roughly. She moaned and screamed, her orgasms ripping through her body as he continued to fuck her.

He felt his own orgasm building, the pressure in his balls growing as he neared his release. He groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic as he filled her with his cum. She moaned, her body shaking with her own orgasm as he emptied himself inside her.

Peter collapsed against her, his breathing ragged as he tried to catch his breath. She wrapped her arms around him, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm. "Fuck…" she breathed out, catching her breath.

The argument was forgotten. She was right. The world needed Spider-Man. And all he needed was her.