Black and Red

When Mary Jane’s eyes blinked open in the morning, Peter was already up, as he often was these days.

She didn’t know if it was some kind of special Spidey-internal-clock he had, or if he had just gotten used to the routine, but he was sitting up in bed, laptop in his lap, typing away, looking like the nerd she loved.

“Morning.” mumbled sleepily.

Peter looked over at her and smiled. “Sorry, did I wake you? Reed needed these DNA sequences analyzed, and-”

“No no,” MJ interrupted, sitting up and stretching her long limbs. “Needed to get up anyway.”

“Shoot?” Peter mused.

“Shoot.” She confirmed. She and told him about it earlier in the week, but she didn’t hold it against him

“Let me guess, some brand I can’t afford.” Peter joked.

“No, that was last week. This is the other brand you can’t afford.”

“Ah, of course.”

“I’m going to shower.” MJ said, kicking her feet over the side of the bed. She looked over her shoulder and gave Peter a cheeky grin. “Care to join me?”

Peter went red up to his ears, and Mary Jane prided herself on still being able to get him flustered, even after all these years. He looked as if to say something, when his laptop pinged. He glanced back at his screen, and his eyebrows furrowed, before looking back at Mary Jane.

“I have to-” He began sheepishly, but MJ interrupted him again.

“I know, I know, duty calls.” She said, standing, and giving a quick stretch of her back, before giving him another cheeky grin. “Plus, we wouldn’t want to tire you out, would we?”

She and Peter had a healthy sex life; a few times a week, unless there was some cataclysmic event going on in the city. It was always good. Good.

“You KNOW, I have super endurance, right?” He scoffed in faux offense.

“Really, maybe you’ll show me sometime.” She replied, giving him a toothy grin, and barely avoiding the pillow he threw at her.

x-x-x

A quick but refreshing shower and a shave of her legs later, MJ exited the bathroom, and Peter hopped in right after her. She hit her wardrobe, she usually just wore leggings and a hoodie to set, made changing a quicker process. Peter always wore a collared shirt and tie to the Baxter Building; she doubted he had to, him and Richard had known each other for a long time, and Johnny even longer, but Peter always wanted to look the part.

He made them breakfast - MJ was absolutely useless in the kitchen. Peter wasn’t MUCH better, but he could scramble some eggs and make toast without burning the apartment down - that 170 IQ hard at work. Then, departure, their diverging paths to go about their day - Peter up to 42nd, and Mary Jane over to Soho.

A kiss, and an ‘I love you.’ as usual. Life was good.

Simply good.

x-x-x

“Mr. Morales, kindly take your feet off your desk.”

“Sorry. Mrs. Appleton.”

A couple students laughed, and Miles rolled his eyes.

Calculus in the morning - Milesmangof hated this class. And it wasn’t even anything to do with calculus itself, he took pre-calc at his old school, he quite liked that class. But now, this was his first year at Visions Academy, the ritzy private school he transferred to.

It was a good school, everything a parent could want for their kid - but it wasn’t for Miles. The rigidness, the fact that he had to wear a uniform - the fact that most of the students didn’t look like him. Visions of course put the few students of color they had all over their website and brochures, but from where Miles was sitting, which was the back corner of the classroom, everything looked quite… pale.

Still, it’s what his parents wanted - not that he had any choice in the matter - so he ran through the motions, which was good enough to keep most of his grades in the A-, B+ range - his B in Spanish almost gave his mom a heart attack. Besides, being Spider-Man meant his mind was elsewhere 90% of the time.

Peter always told him to enjoy his time at school, to savor his youth, and while he got that, patrol was typically the highlight of Miles’ days. Peter was a good mentor, a good friend, but Miles’ backstory was a tad less tragic than his - he enjoyed being Spider-Man more than anything, and-

“Yo!”

A voice snapped Miles from his thoughts, and the world around him came back to the forefront.

The kid in front of him, Tyler or something, was holding out a piece of paper, a worksheet.

“Here you go, homie.” Tyler-or-something said, a less than clever grin on his face. Miles narrowed his eyes, and snatched the paper.

“Thanks.” He said, clearly not thankful. Tyler-or-something, snickered to himself and turned around. Miles sighed. He couldn’t WAIT for patrol.

30-minutes or so passed, and the teacher was now lecturing, which meant half the classes’ eyes were glazing over. Miles often took that time to doodle in his sketchbook. The boys in front of him were huddled around Tyler-or-whatever’s phone, looking at Instagram pages; Miles recognized some of them as girls in their grade. Miles thought it was funny that they’d stalk their pages, but wouldn’t talk to them in real life - that being said, it wasn’t as if Miles had a girlfriend himself. He told himself that it was because of his duties as Spider-Man, he almost believed it too. Not wanting to think about such things, Miles went back to drawing, mocking up some new graffiti designs. Then he heard-

“Mary Jane-”

Hearing the name of his mentor’s wife naturally perked his interest.

He looked back up, and Tyler-who-cares had Mary Jane’s profile up; she was quite popular, having nearly a million followers. They were scrolling through her posts, the latest of which was on a set, Mary Jane blowing a kiss to her phone, with the caption ‘New line, coming soon.’

Other pictures were a bit more… intriguing. Obviously not a shy woman, half her page was her in a variety of bikinis, scandalous outfits, and artistic half nude photoshoots.

“Christ, she’s so fucking hot.” A boy said. The others murmured in agreement. Miles silently agreed as well. He smiled though, knowing that unlike them, he had actually been in her presence, having been by her and Peter’s apartment numerous times. He’d never be able to share that though, but then again, who was he trying to impress?

He was fucking Spider-Man.

x-x-x

When school was out, Miles got to play.

He ran to his dorm room, dropped off his stuff, and grabbed his suit - homework could wait. He had ACTUAL work to do. He swung around a bit on his own; Peter didn’t get off work until 6, unless there were mitigating circumstances, which there often were, but that day seemed peaceful, peaceful NYC could get: he stopped some muggers and assaults, the light work.

6’o’clock rolled around, and Miles went to his and Peter’s usual meeting spot, top of the Flatiron building; Peter was there waiting for him.

“Yo!” Peter said, giving him a wave. Miles flipped and landed beside him.

“What’s up, Peter?” Miles greeted cheerily, giving him a fist pound.

“Oh you know, molecular biology and gene splicing, same old, same old”

“Uh, no, I don’t know.”

“You’ll understand when you're older.” Peter joked, waggling his eyebrows under his mask. “How was your day?”

“Uneventful. Just ran into some muggers, a convenient store robbery, and-”

“I meant how was school.”

“Oh…eh, nothing that matters.”

Peter squinted at Miles.

“You know, your day doesn’t have to start when you put the suit on.” Peter began, taking on his lecture tone. Miles rolled his eyes, he got enough of that at home.

“I know, I know.” He responded, trying to hurry to the conclusion of the conversation.

“Hey, I’m serious, kid.” Peter offered. Miles' temple twitched under his mask, and he fought down the urge to tell Peter not to call him ‘kid’. “School is important, very important. It took me a while to get that, but I was glad when I finally did. No need for you to struggle like me if you don’t have to.”

Miles scoffed a little, “What, you gonna start checking my grades, or something?”

“Only if you don’t get that B in Spanish up. Now come on, I’ll race you to Columbus circle.”

x-x-x

It was a mild night, some armed robberies, a run in with Shocker, and some new costume villain named the Penetrator (less interesting than it sounded. He just used a drill.)

After about 3 or so hours, they called it a day, going into standby mode. They swung to Peter’s apartment. Mile had to say, it seemed that the pair was doing alright for themselves, living in a high-rise in Manhattan, though Miles supposed working for Reed Richards and being a famous supermodel put them in a nice tax-bracket.

They landed on Peter’s balcony, opened the large sliding door leading into the apartment.

“Honey, I’m hooooome,” Peter said, in an exaggerated, sitcom voice. MJ was in the kitchen, fixing herself a glass of wine; She was in relaxing clothes, a pair of shorts, and a loose t-shirt.

“Well if it isn’t the Spider-Men.” She said with a small smile. She walked over to Peter and pulled his mask off, giving him a kiss on the cheek. Mile swallowed under his mask - when she got close, it was very clear that she was not wearing a bra, her nipples budding through the thin material of her shirt. Miles glanced down slightly, and took in MJ’s thick and creamy thighs, and the near indecent length of her shorts that were being gobbled up by her glorious ass.

Spider-Men masks were expressive by design, but he was glad that it couldn’t show that he was practically gaping with his mouth open.

‘Jesus, she has the best tits in the world-’ The teen thought, before shaking the thought from his mind. This was Peter’s wife he was thinking about, there HAD to be some level of respect here. Plus, he had seen her before, this should have been normal to him by now. But alas, he was a teenage boy, and a pair of perky DDs tended to arouse something within him, respect or not.

“Miles-”

Miles was snapped from his thoughts, turning his head to look at Peter.

“I said, did you want to stick around? There’re some leftovers if you want-”

“No!” Miles said, a bit too adamantly. “No, I should get going. I’ve got homework to do.”

“Ah Miles, if this is about the convo we had earlier, I was just-”

“No, you were right. I really do need to focus on my work when I can. My mother would kill me if she knew I had a B in Spanish right now.”

Peter looked at him for a moment, before nodding. “Glad to hear it.”

Miles glanced at MJ, who was smiling politely at him. He had to get out of there, lest his impending boner ripped through his suit.

“See ya.” He said hurriedly.

“See ya kid.” Peter replied.

“Bye Miles.” MJ added, which made Miles shiver a bit as he leapt from the Balcony.

x-x-x

What a day.

Mary Jane was a tired woman. Shoot days were always draining, naturally; 12-hours on set, only being allotted fruit to eat to avoid bloating - if anyone tells you modeling is easy, they’re lying, or woefully misinformed.

Whenever MJ got home, she had a system, a routine: she’d kick off her shoes, throw her bag on the couch, and take a shower so hot it would make Johnny Storm blush. Once showered, she’d get into the most comfortable clothes she owned, which happened to be a Empire State University t-shirt, and a gray pair of spat shorts - an outfit she mastered in her college days. She knew Peter would likely be out superhero-ing for another hour or so, so she helped herself to a portion of their Thai leftovers and a glass of wine, before sitting down on the living room couch and putting on the television; she didn’t really watch it, it as just something to have on in the background. Something something, Tony Stark buying some more property, something-something, diplomatic relations with Wakanda, something-something, a string of break-ins across the city.

Before she knew it, MJ had gotten through her first glass of wine, and it was time for a refill - she earned it after a hard day of looking pretty,

She went to the kitchen, and prepared herself another glass, just as she heard the sliding door of the balcony slide open. “Honey, I’m hooooome.” She heard Peter call, sounding a bit like Fred Flintstone. She looked over at him from the kitchen, and saw he had Miles in tow.

Honestly, MJ was concerned at first - well she still was in alot of ways. When Peter told her that there was another Spider-Man, she was hopeful, hopeful that someone was there to help lessen Peter’s burden, remove it even. But then she saw, he was just a kid, so young, younger than even Peter was when he started. On one hand, with great power, and all that - but on the hand that had been by Peter’s side for years, she saw what being Spider-Man took, what sacrifices were required - she didn’t think she’d wish it on anybody. But she remembered the day her and Miles were officially introduced, almost a year and a half ago, just a bright faced kid, who half stammered through their introduction. Then there was a fire, and he and Peter were off like nothing; MJ only needed that moment to know that Miles was going to be a hero, Spider powers or not.

MJ walked over, de-masked her husband, before planting a kiss on his cheek. She had missed him after a long day.

“Hey babe.” Peter said happily. “How was the shoot?”

“Long.” MJ said simply. “How was work?”

“Long.” Peter mirrored. “I swear, I got into biochemistry for the free Jetski I was promised.”

“You don’t even like to swim.”

“That’s what the Jetski is for.”

Peter started talking, about work, a lot of technical stuff MJ didn’t understand, or care to. From the corner of her eye, MJ noticed Miles, and took in how he had been silent up until now - and how he was staring at her tits.

Maybe he didn’t think she noticed - the eyes of his mask were wide, so he could’ve technically been looking anywhere, but Mary Jane had gotten good at ready the subtle ticks of the Spider-Man mask after all these years, so too her, Miles couldn’t have been more obvious if he was wearing a neon sign.

Funnily enough, she wasn’t offended. In a way, it was flattering.

MJ wasn’t unaware of the effect she had on the male brain - especially the still forming one of a teenager, and especially with what she looked like in her relaxation attire. Thick thighs, flaring hips, slim waist and tummy, with a rather lovely set of girls sitting up top. If she did say so herself, Mary Jane was, for lack of a more original word, a jackpot. Male attention was her business, so she did not shy away from it. Plus, if there was someone who was allowed to respectfully ogle her, it would be the other Spider-Man; it just came with the job.

“-I’m starving.” Peter said, finishing up his tangent. “We got any Thai leftover -oh, I’m being a terrible host. Miles-”

Miles didn’t answer, which MJ figured was because he was staring at her ass.

“Miles.” Peter said louder this time, getting the boy's attention. MJ almost giggled, honestly, it was cute.

The younger Spider-Man quickly made an excuse to leave, having been flustered enough for one day.

“He’s a good kid.” Peter said, after Miles leapt from their balcony.

“He has a good teacher.” MJ offered.

“Please.” Peter scoffed. “He’s barely sixteen and is as good as I was when I was 20. Plus, he can turn invisible and has electric powers. He’s WAY cooler than me.”

“Ever the self-depreciator.” MJ said, shaking her head with a small smile, “Come on tiger. Let’s get some Thai in you.”

x-x-x

“Fuck.” Miles grunted, beads of sweat beginning to form on his brow.

There were some benefits to having a dorm room all to himself. It gave Miles much coveted privacy while jerking off. And that meant he didn’t need to hurry to finish up. He was under his covers, the light of his phone illuminating his face as he stroked his cock.

Perhaps he should’ve felt a LITTLE guilty, but as far as he was concerned, her account was public, and he knew thousands of people were doing the same thing - jerking off to Mary Jane Watson.

Miles was looking at her latest post - a sneak peek of some swimwear, which was not much more than a string bikini with a top that looked like it was a size and half too small, and bottoms that barely looked there, if it weren’t for the small yellow triangle covering her pussy.

His cock pulsed and leaked in his hand, as he practically fucked his fist - thinking of Peter’s wife.

Okay, he felt a LITTLE bad.

But not bad enough to stop.

x-x-x

“You alright? You seem a little distracted.”

Miles glanced at Peter’s slightly worried face. To be honest, he was distracted; It was kind of awkward looking into the face of the man you just painted your sheets white with while thinking of his wife. He wasn’t a sociopath; his parents instilled a bit of shame in him, even if it was mitigated by general teenage horniness.

Still, post-nut clarity was hardly enough to get Miles to admit that he jacked off to Peter’s wife - that tended to negatively affect partnerships. So Miles tried to play it cool, as cool as he could, at least.

“Nothing.” He lied. “Just school stuff.”

“You know I’m always here to talk, if you need to, right? Lord knows I needed someone at times.” Peter offered kindly

“I know.” Miles said, wanting to get off this topic. “Let’s focus on patrol. It’ll - take my mind off of things.”

Peter looked like he wanted to say something, but then his smartwatch beeped.

“Looks like we’re on.” He said, standing up from the gargoyle he was perched on. “Robbery at Horizon Labs’ chemical facility. Silent alarmed tripped”

Okay, a robbery. Easy enough, and it was certainly the kind of distraction Miles needed. They swung the way of the labs, arriving in a little less than 10 minutes. They got there just in time to see none other than Black Cat escaping through a skylight, with a thermos sized container strapped to her hip.

“Felicia.” Peter groaned in vexation. Miles was vaguely aware that they had history, choppy history. “Felicia!” Peter said louder, as they got within earshot of the cat themed thief. Black Cat’s head snapped around, and she smirked at them.

“Well, if it isn’t Spider-Man and the side-kick.” She taunted. “Figured I’d have a bit more time before the creepy crawlies showed up.

“Can we cut the ‘pleasantries.’” Peter said in exasperation.

“And I’m not a sidekick.” Miles added, a bit childishly. Black Cat didn’t look too impressed by either of them.

“Tough crowd.” Felicia joked.

“I thought you were on the straight and narrow, these days.” Peter said, sounding a bit disappointed.

“Yeah, well, a girl gotta eat.” She said, leaving it at that.

“Yeah, but stealing questionable chemicals? Most people just order take-out.”

“You know I have EXPENSIVE tasted.”

The sound of police alarms started to wail as they began to roll up onto the scene.

“Felicia, please don’t run.” Peter warned.

“If I don’t run, then how will you chase me?” Felicia replied, a smile spreading across her face. Her hand lashed out, tossing something at the two Spider-Men. Spidey-sense allowed Peter to catch it with little effort, a small metal cylinder.

“Oh dude, I think that’s a-”

FLASH

A stun grenade, loud and bright, especially at point-blank range.

“Shit!” Peter cursed, as he was blinded, deafened and signed by the grenade

“Sorry sweetie.” Black Cat offered flippantly, running toward the edge of the roof. “We’ll have to catch up later. She leapt from the roof and onto the next building.

Miles, who had recognized the flash bang, was able to close his eyes in time. His ears were ringing like hell, but he wasn’t quite as disoriented as Peter, so he gave chase. Felicia was fast, and agile, peak human form - Miles could certainly SEE that. Black Cat’s spandex did little to hide her fit form underneath, and the muscles working, stretching, rippling and bouncing.

Chasing her, Miles had the perfect view of the thief pert, bubble ass, bouncing and jiggling with every movement, and Miles wondered how the thief’s tits didn’t pop out of her suit with how she wore it half unzipped. Miles needed to focus. It would be embarrassing if he lost her due to his teenage horniness.

Thinking quickly, Miles shot a quick web at Black Cat’s feet, tripping her up in the middle of a roof. She quickly cut through the webbing with her claws, but it was enough time to catch up to her, and pounce onto her. The rolled a bit, with Miles ending up on top, pinning her to the ground with a firm hand on her neck, and a hand in the air, threatening to web her if she didn’t behave.

“Wow.” She grunted, putting her hands up in surrender, “Usually not a choking on the first meet-up, kind of girl, but I guess an exception can be made.”

Miles’ eyebrows shot to the middle of his forehead under his mask, and for a moment, he was at a loss for words.

‘Ah, I can see why her and Peter have an… interesting dynamic’

Despite the twitch of his cock under his suit, Miles needed to focus. He looked at the canister attached to her hip.

“What’s in the canister?” He demanded.

“You got a girl under you, and you ask about her work?” Black Cat faux pouted. “You must be young.”

“No.” Miles said, trying to make his voice a bit deeper, and INSTANTLY regretted it.

Felicia’s eyebrows ticked up a centimeter, and her face morphed in realization.

“Oh my god.” She half gasped, half laughed. “You ARE a kid.”

“I am NOT a kid!” Miles raged, narrowing his eyes at her.

“I just thought you were short-”

“And I’m NOT short! I-”

Miles let out a noise of frustration. He was letting her get to him - where was Peter? HE should be the one dealing with her. Miles looked at the canister on Black Cat’s hip, and reached for it. Felica grabbed his wrist; Miles could wrench it away easily enough, but her next action caught him a tad off guard. Mile was half straddling Felicia’s waist, making sure to not quite touch her for the sake of his rapidly developing libido.

Suddenly, however, Black Cat arched her back, thrusting her hips up, pressing her pelvis flush to Miles’ groin. The young hero’s eyes went wide in momentary shock - it was the first time a bad guy tried to grind against him. He was so surprised, in fact, that he didn’t notice at first, that the arch of Black Cat’s hips had lifted him completely off the ground.

“What-” He began, a bit dumbly, but he didn’t get the words out in time. Black Cat gave him a wink and a smile before, with a shocking display of strength, bucking her hips upwards in a hard snap, sending Miles off her. Then, in an impressive display of speed, she got her feet collected tight to her body, and more importantly, directly in the middle of Miles’ chest. She kicked hard, sending Miles flying backwards, limbs sprawled.

Just then, with impeccable Parker timing, Peter showed up. He caught Miles as he flew backwards, cushioning his fall.

“Catty, isn’t she.” Peter joked.

“Ugh.” Miles groaned.

“We’ll work on your quip appreciation at a later time, but for now.-” Peter jumped forward, leaping clear over Black Cat and blocking her escape.

“Felicia, can’t we just make this easy?” He asked.

“You know I like things on the rougher side.” She replied.

Peter let out a sigh, and shot a web at the canister. Black Cat was able to cut it in time, but not before Miles could shoot his own web, pulling it from her hip.

“Hey!” She yelled. She turned quickly, cracking out her whip to catch the canister. Peter webbed her back, and pulled her down, off her feet. She fell back, whip flailing, and sending the canister off the edge of the roof.

“Crap!” Peter exclaimed. “Unknown chemicals spilling on a city street is something we don’t need. We get enough of that when it rains.” He leapt off the roof, hand extended. He fell out of sight, and Miles rushed to the ledge of the building. When he looked over, Peter was standing on the side of the building, casually, canister in hand.

“Nice catch.” Miles complimented

“Easy, peasy, lemon, squee-”

Peter wasn’t able to finish the saying; the top of the canister clicked, and popped up. Like an aerosol bottle, the canister hissed, and let out a greenish mist, which hit Peter directly in the face. He coughed and sputtered, before blinking heavily.

“Peter?” Miles asked in concern. The older Spider-Man swayed on his feet. Then… he fell.

“Peter!” Miles yelled, shooting his web on instinct. Unfortunately, Peter was too far away, and falling too fast, for Miles’ webs to reach him effectively. The building they were on was about fifteen stories, and Peter was halfway down it when he fell. Spider-Men were made hardy, and a fall from that height had no real chance of killing him, but it still wasn’t pleasant. Especially falling onto the hood of a parked car.

“Shit, shit!” Miles cursed, leaping off the building himself. He landed beside the car, a small crowd began gathering, looking on and taking photos.

“Peter-” Miles whispered in close, so no one else could hear. “Man, are you okay?”

“Mhmmm.” The older Spider-Man groaned. “Whu happen?” He was slurring his words, clearly out of it

“We’ll talk about it in a sec.” Miles assured him. “First, let’s get you up.”

He picked Peter up off the car, draping him over his shoulder. The canister had rolled a few feet away, luckily going unnoticed by the pedestrians gawking at them. Miles quickly shot a web at it, cocooning it as to not suffer the same fate as Peter, before pulling it towards himself. Miles then shot a web back onto the building and scaled it. When they got back to the top, Peter seemed to be coming to a bit, still swaying on his feet.

“Where’s…Black Cat.” He asked, trying to shake his head clear. Miles looked around. She was long gone, of course, but Miles wasn’t worried about that right now.

“We’ll find her later.” He assured Peter. “Just take it easy for a minute.”

“I’m fine.” Peter insisted, shaking his head clear. “Wish I could say that was the first time I’ve had strange chemicals sprayed on me. How bout you, you alright?”

“Nothing hurt but my pride.” Miles admitted

“Yeah, Felicia’s very good at wounding that.” Peter lamented. He seemed to be mostly alright now, cracking his back. “At least we got the canister, however much of it is left. Let’s get it back to Horizon; at least that way the night won’t be a total wash.

Right then, a crack of thunder exploded high above, and it began to pour down rain.

“Think your luck might be contagious.” Miles commented.

x-x-x

The security at Horizon was less thankful than they could have been, lamenting how the thief got away, and their sample got damaged - complaints came with the job, unfortunately. Miles and Peter didn’t stick around long, swinging back to Peter’s apartment in the pouring rain.

They landed on the balcony, drenched through and through

“Ugh.” Peter groaned, taking off his soaked mask and shaking his hair. “One day I gotta invent a waterproof suit.”

“Bet Iron Man has one.” Miles jibbed.

“That might be the meanest thing anyone has ever said to me.”

As they stepped into the apartment, Mary Jane emerged from the hallway, two towels in hand.

“Heard you two come in.” She said. “Figured you might need these. “

She was in her relaxed wear again, and Miles did his best not to stare as she handed them their towels.

“Thanks MJ, I-”

Suddenly, Peter went silent, and very still.

“Might want to hit the showers sooner rather than leather, you smell a bit like wet dog.” MJ joked.

Usually he’d give her a pity laugh, but Peter didn’t make a sound; he just stood there, looking straight ahead, eyes half lidded.

“Peter?” She asked, sounding worried. “Peter, are you okay? Did something happen?”

“Pete, man, can you hear us?” Miles chimed in, shaking Peter’s shoulder. Still nothing. Shit. Miles knew they should’ve been a bit more concerned about what sprayed Peter. For all they knew, it could’ve been some brain eating bacteria.

Miles was about to say something else, when he felt an ever familiar tingle run up his spine and to the back of his neck. On instinct, his eyes darted around, trying to assess a potential threat, but he saw none that were obvious. Things tended to move in slow-motion when his Spidey-sense went off, the synapses in his brain firing at triple speed.

That meant it didn’t take Miles very long to realize that it was Peter that was setting off his Spidey-sense.

Mary Jane, however, did NOT have a special sixth sense. She did not see the danger when she reached out to her husband with a concerned hand.

Peter’s hand shot out, an open palm, fingers splayed - Miles knew what kind of damage he could do if he got a hold of MJ. Luckily, Miles was closer, throwing his body into Peter, knocking him off balance and to the side. Peter, even in his trance state, was no slouch, quickly rolling to his back and putting a foot on Miles’ chest, throwing Miles over him, and through the living room table. MJ let out a startled gasp, and took a step back. Peter was back on his feet, hands at his side menacingly, and panting.

“MJ, hide!” Miles yelled, before springing back to his feet.

x-x-x

Being married to a superhero meant MJ knew that the fight could sometimes lead to home. They had been careful - Peter’s identity was still a tightly kept secret, but that of course didn’t mean there weren’t times when the danger was in their living room. MJ just hated that the danger was Peter himself.

It wasn’t the first time Mary-Jane had death with mind control, or a possession, or an evil clone that looked like Peter; she knew he’d never hurt her if he was in his right mind; he’d fall onto a sword before he’d hurt her. But as comforting of an affirmation of love as that was, she also wasn’t dumb. She knew what Peter could do. So when Miles told her to hide, she did. It probably would’ve been smarter to fully leave the apartment, but she panicked a little, instead going into the bathroom and locking the door behind her, for what good that would’ve done.

On the other side of the door, MJ heard the struggle: fighting, crashing, yelling - the sound of Miles’ voice trying to reason with Peter, and only getting grunts and screams in response. It went on for several long minutes of uncertainty as MJ sat in the shower in dread filled anxiety.

Then, as quickly as it started, it stopped - silence.

Long seconds ticked away on a proverbial clock, before MJ heard the sound of Miles’ voice.

“Mrs. Parker.” He called, sounding out of breath. “You can come out now.”

It took a second for MJ to get herself to move, slowly rising up out of the shower, and creaking towards the door. She opened slowly, peaking out first, before stepping out completely. When she walked into the living room, it was as bad as she expected. Tens of thousands of dollars worth of furnishing destroyed and splayed about - they weren’t getting their safety deposit back, mainly because of the various holes in the wall and ceiling.

At the center of it all, was Miles, standing tall over Peter, who was webbed to the floor by his torso, and unconscious. Granted, Miles looked worse for wear; his suit ripped along his left arm, and he was clearly favoring his right leg, but still he stood.

“Oh my god.” MJ whispered, rushing over to Peter’s side and kneeling beside him. “Is he okay? Are YOU okay?”

“Never better.” Miles said, trying to sound strong but Mary Jane could hear the wince of pain in his voice.

“Better than him, I guess.” MJ said, noting Peter’s split lip and various scratches. MJ would be lying if she said she wasn’t surprised that Mile had beaten Peter. She had seen him fight, much like Peter’s style, but with his own flare - an exaggerated swagger.

She didn’t know how to feel about it - she was thankful of course, lord knew what could have happened if he hadn’t been able to overpower Peter. But still, it was… a strange sight.

Miles standing victorious… and Peter on his back

“Yeah.” Miles said, himself sounding a bit surprised. “He was out of his right mind, made him sloppy. I got lucky, I guess.”

“So, what was it?” MJ sighed. “Some kind of psychic, or some weird parasite-”

“Mystery chemical, actually.” Miles admitted. “You seem… pretty blasé about all this.”

“I’ve been with Peter a while, known him even longer. Hardly the first time he’s been brainwashed. Hardly my first rodeo kid.”

“Don’t call me kid.”

MJ blinked up at the sudden snap of Miles’ voice.

“Ah - sorry.” He said sheepishly. “Adrenaline still kicking, and-”

“No, it’s fine.” MJ said, standing up. “You’re right. You’re not a kid. You probably just saved all three of our lives just now, and you save the city on a daily basis. Least I can do is call you by your name.”

Miles’ eyes widened a bit, a bit shocked by Mary Jane’s words.

“Right, thanks.” He replied, a bit awkwardly, and very much sounding like a kid.

“As long as you drop the whole, ‘Mrs. Parker.” thing.” She said with a small smile “You make me feel like an old lady. It’s Mary Jane or MJ, got it?”

“Yeah, yeah. Of course, Mrs - I mean MJ.”

“Good.” MJ nodded. “Now, how do we make Peter better?”

“I’ve been thinking about it.” Miles said. “I’m not an expert on mystery gas, but we know someone who’s an expert in - well, everything.”

“Reed Richards.” MJ stated.

“Bingo. I figure if anyone can make Peter right, it’s him.”

MJ nodded her head. She looked down at Peter, who’s bruising face was twisting in some sort of anguish. She wanted him to get help as quickly as possible. Miles noticed her looking, and placed a hand on her shoulder.

“Hey, he’s gonna be alright.” He assured her

MJ smiled at him, placing her hand atop of his, holding it there probably longer than she should have. “I know.”

“Right…well, let me get him to the Baxter Building.” Miles continued. He pulled a small vial from his web shooter, to dissolve the webs pinning Peter to the floor, but still cocooning him in a way where he couldn’t use his arms. He lifted Peter over his shoulder with relative ease, and walked out onto the balcony, where the rain was still pouring down; MJ followed behind him, not caring about getting wet.

Miles hopped onto the railing with Peter, turning to give Mary Jane a small wave before he leapt.

Suddenly, MJ felt an urge.

“Wait!” She called out.

Miles had already leapt from the railing, but was able to react in time, shooting out a web behind himself and pulling himself to stick inverted to one of the large windows above the balcony. He let Peter drop and lean against the glass.

“What?” He asked, looking around for more danger.

“Sorry.” MJ said, letting out a small laugh. I didn’t mean to startle you. I just…”

Mary Jane honestly wasn’t sure what she was doing - she was operating off of instinct. She moved in front of Miles, looking him in his upside down eyes. Even behind his mask, she could see his confusion and apprehension. She also saw his eyes flash down to her drenched shirt, which made it near see-through, the outline of her nipples poking through the material clinging to her.

“Just, stay still.” She told him, hand reaching up slowly. He went still, very still as her hands went to his mask, she felt the curve of his jaw for half a moment, before grabbing the bottom of his mask, and rolling it up.

“What are you-” He half whispered, as his mouth was exposed, but he didn’t move.

“Sh-” MJ shushed gently, stepping in closer. “Just giving you a classic Spider-Man thank you.”

It was an impulse; a silly one, one that she could have fought off, if she had the mind to do so. But something drove Mary Jane forward, the same thing that drove her forward the first time Peter had saved her, years ago in that alley on Canal Street. MJ leaned forward, pressing her lips to Miles’.

A quick peck. A thank you for being a hero. That’s what it was meant to be. But he didn’t move, obviously stunned to the point of petrification, so she didn’t move, giving him a moment to register the gesture, her hands gently cradling the back of his upturned head. But a half a second turned into one, and then two.

Three seemed to be the magic number, however, as that’s when Miles gasped into her mouth.

And that’s when he kissed her back.

MJ let out her own little gasp as his lips moved against her own; clearly still shocked, buzzing with inexperience, but a youthful hunger that you’d see in back hallways and under the bleachers. MJ, for a reason she didn’t quite understand yet, met his energy, changing from her simple, demure peck to fully kiss the teen now, her mouth opening wider.

In his teenage exuberance, Miles’ tongue shot into her mouth. That would’ve been a good time to stop. Instead, MJ only pulled his head in closer, her own tongue meeting Miles’ and battling for dominance.

Cradling his head with both hands, she moaned into the kiss.

x-x-x

This would be the second time a woman caught Miles off guard that day. Perhaps Peter had actually won their fight, and Miles was lying sprawled across their apartment floor as his brain bled, and the remaining endorphins in his brain all released at once.

After all, kissing Mary Jane wasn’t something he envisioned in his wildest dreams. Well maybe that wasn’t true - he had dreamt of her before, in those dreams, they were certainly doing more than kissing. But even in his wild world of superheroes, gods, and aliens, he never thought that the dreams would be any more than something to wake up with a hard dick to.

But he wasn’t lying on his bed in his dorm - he was there, in the rain, kissing Mary Jane.

Dream, dying thoughts, or reality, Miles was kissing Mary Jane.

Well, she was kissing him, her soft lips pressed to his slightly parted ones, unmoving as he was too stunned to do anything besides stick to the wall. His shock only lasted so long, enough for his brain to reboot itself, or rather, long enough for his thinking to completely dissipate, and for instinct to take over.

And then he kissed back.

Miles wasn’t the most experienced kisser, he could even admit that - he became Spider-Man when he was thirteen, which didn’t leave him much time for girls his age. The most Miles had gotten was some thankful kisses from civilians on the cheek, over the mask of course. But this wasn’t a girl his age OR a civilian - this was Mary Jane Watson; his first real kiss. Miles didn’t know what to do exactly, but he just did what felt good.

He grabbed MJ by the back of her head, pulling her deeper into the kiss. He felt her falter for a sec, and a semblance of his sense worried that he might have gone too far, but then, she matched his energy, her fingers digging into the fabric of his mask.

Fuck, he thought, brain hazy in need, a pool of teenage hormones. His tongue pushed into her mouth, probably a rude and assuming move, but Miles didn’t care; he was hungry, ravenous, trying to get the most out of this kiss as he could, like it could be snatched away at any moment.

MJ’s tongue met his, fighting for dominance before relenting, as if offering her mouth for the young, inexperienced hero to explore, and Miles took the offer in spades, groaning into her mouth as he drank deeply from her.

But eventually, they had to come up for air - Miles may have been a superhero, but he wasn’t Namor.

Miles didn’t know if it was him or MJ that broke the kiss first, but suddenly he was looking at her wet, flushed face, her eyes unfocused, lips parted and slightly swollen, glistening with spit. She was panting. And with her shirt soaked and clinging to her body, he couldn’t ignore how her breasts rose and fell… or the hard nipples poking out against the wet fabric.

Miles could only guess what he looked like. It took a moment to come down from his high, and reality came back to him. He was looking at her, upside down, in the rain - and Peter was there, lying unconscious next to him.

Miles tried to form a sentence, even just a word, but honestly, what WAS there to say?

He just made out with Mary Jane Watson - Peter Parker’s wife.

Luckily for his racking brain and conscience, she spoke first.

“Well, there’s your first Spider-Man kiss.” She said, trying to sound light, but her voice was still breathy, and it made Miles’ cock twitch in his spandex.

“Right.” Miles said, clearing his throat. “I’m sure…Peter got plenty of those…back in the day.”

“Right, yeah.”

Another bout of silence; this time Miles spoke first.

“I should get him to The Fantastic Four.” He said, unsticking from the glass.

“Of course.” MJ nodded, now actively looking anywhere but Miles and Peter.

“Will you be okay…with all the mess, I mean-”

“The bedroom wasn’t damaged, was it?”

Miles shook his head.

“Then it’s good enough. I’ll call someone in the morning - I don’t know what I’m going to tell the building manager, but I’ll think of something.”

“Right.” It was all Miles could say. He picked up Peter, feeling strange having the man in his arms now, and went back to the ledge, this time jumping without looking back.

x-x-x

Luckily, Peter stayed out all the way to the Baxter Building - venom blast came in handy like that. They had a special Spider-Man entrance that had been built for Peter years ago, at Johnny Storm’s behest - a retina scanner atop of the observatory. It was a bit awkward holding Peter up while prying an eye open, but Miles managed.

He entered the pristine building with Peter in tow, going to the up-scale lounge area that they often could be found in when not in the lab or out on adventures. Reed and Susan were next to each other on a lounger, Reed looking at a high-tech tablet, while Susan read a magazine (who still read magazines?) The Thing and The Human Torch were playing ping pong: behind Johnny were several ping-pong balls embedded into the wall with great force, and at Ben’s feet were several melted globs of plastic, so Miles could only assume the game was going well. Reed was the first to notice them come in, looking up from his tablet.

“I thought I heard the entrance notification chime.” He said. “I also see you brought Peter with you.”

“Holy hell, what happened to Petey, Spider-Boy?” Johnny said, placing his paddle down. Miles narrowed his eyes at being called Spider-Boy, but didn’t comment. He had been introduced to the Four by Peter, naturally. They were at best acquaintances, not having the kind of history Peter had with them. Miles respected them, but they weren’t exactly friends.

“He got sprayed with some kind of chemical from Horizon Labs. Made him go berzerk.” Miles explained, bringing Peter over to lie on a couch. “Had to knock him out to bring him here safely.”

“All by yourself?” Johnny said, giving a low whistle and a white toothed grin. “Oh I’m gonna give him so much shit when he’s no longer all loopy.”

“You did good bringing him here.” Reed said, going over to Peter, giving him a look over. “Horizon always did shoddy work. Shouldn’t be too hard to figure out what’s going on with Peter.”

“You and Peter must’ve done a number on each other…” Susan said, walking up behind Reed and Miles, examining Peter’s bruised face, and the tear in Mile’s suit. “We can fix your suit if you like. Reed has nanobots or something of the like that can mend it in a moment.”

Miles wasn’t concentrating on his own suit, his eyes firmly locked onto the blue of Sue’s uniform, or more accurately, what was underneath. The Invisible Woman being an absolute smoke show was a bundle of irony that wasn’t lost on Miles. Immaculately styled blonde hair, features that of a classical model, her make-up done impeccably, and a set of breasts that sat pretty and perky on her chest; she was a 60’s man’s wet dream, though she was doing quite the number on Miles.

“Ah, quit breathin’ down the kid’s neck.” Ben chimed in with his gruff voice. “He’s a hero. He don’t want ya dotin’ over him like his mama.”

“I was just offering some help. Ben.” Susan huffed, throwing The Thing a sideways glance.

Begrudgingly, Miles had to agree with The Thing, if for no other reason than his libido could not handle it at the moment. His kiss with MJ was still very much present on his mind and pumping his blood stream, and popping a boner in front of The Fantastic Four might damage their growing relationship.

“That’s alright.” He said quickly, pulling away from Sue. “I actually have to get home.

“Don’t you want to at least want to wait for the Storm to die down?” Sue offered.

“No, that’s alright. A little water never hurt.”

“Unless you’re Johnny.” Ben snickered.

“Bite me, fruity pebbles.” Johnny shot back.

“Peter will be in good hands.” Reed said. “We’ll keep him for observation and see what it takes to get him right again. By the way, how’s Mary Jane holding up? Does she know-”

Miles was already bounding out the room before Reed could finish his thought - mentioning MJ was going to be too much for him. He swung through the observatory, back into the rain.

x-x-x

Miles made it back to his dorm in near record time, and was out of his suit with his cock in his hand in record time as well.

He was sprawled on his bed, hand fisting his cock - he didn’t even need his phone this time, nor did he have to use his imagination. This time he thought of something that actually happened - Mary Jane’s lips moving on his, her tongue in his mouth, breathing and moaning.

All real.

It was a day of records, because Miles came quicker than he ever had before.

x-x-x

MJ had been standing in the shower for 20 minutes now. Just… thinking. She had already called the building manager - apparently there was a ‘no questions asked’ insurance policy built into their rent and fees, for sudden destructive calamities. Most high-rises in the city had them, given the density of superhero activity that happened in the city, so MJ didn’t have to worry about that.

The apartment was a mess, but nothing that was too crazy or structural.

So, MJ got to think. And with thinking, came worrying.

She was worried about Peter of course, but on a deeper level, she was worried about what she had just done.

A kiss.

It was supposed to be so simple, so quick. A little kiss for a hero; give him something to think about for the next week or so. But like so much in her life, it got out of hand. It had gotten out of control - SHE had gotten out of control. She leaned her forehead against the tile wall of the shower, eyes squeezed closed.

‘What were you thinking?!’ She chided herself internally. She was a grown woman and she lost control with a TEENAGER. It was inexcusable, incorrigible… but almost indescribable. ‘God, he’s just fifteen…’

That moment, that kiss, still rang in her mind, and reverberated through her body even hours later. It was so silly, so stupid! He was just a kid! Yet still…

MJ squeaked a bit, not realizing her hand had fallen between her legs, and her fingers had brushed against her clit. Immediately she tore her hand away, pressing it against the wall.

‘What the fuck is wrong with me?’

She turned the heat up in the shower, and let steam fill the whole room.

x-x-x

It wasn’t until the next evening that MJ got word about Peter.

In Fantastic Four fashion, they didn’t call or even leave a message. Instead they sent… a robot. A small, flying drone that pumped against the patio door; some workers had just finished boarding up the missing windows earlier that day.

Naturally, MJ was wary of strange drones arriving at her home, but the FF were always ones with marketing in mind, the robot having a blue and white color scheme, and a large “FF” painted on the front. Mary Jane opened the door, and the drone flew in, hovering in front of her.

After a moment, it beeped, and from the top came a hologram of Mr. Fantastic.

“Mrs. Watson-Parker.” He said cordially. “Hope this is a good time. I have an update about Peter.”

“Oh thank god.” MJ said in relief.

“We’re going to keep Peter for a few more days; I’m working on an antidote to the chemical that he was exposed to - that should be done synthesizing by tomorrow, then we’ll keep him for observation for a day or two, just to lean on the side of caution.”

“So, he’s doing okay?”

“Yes. We’ve kept him sedated most of the time - he’ll probably barely remember what happened once he gets home.”

MJ thought for a moment. Peter would be back in a few days; usually she was the one who was away - out of state, or even the country, on a shoot. It felt odd for the tables to be turned again after all these years; there were of course mitigating circumstances, cosmic threats that took Peter away for some time, she even remembered when he went off to London (he didn’t like to talk about that much), but as of the last few years, the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man had been just that. It would be good to have him back, of course, but with his return would come having to face the very stupid thing she did. MJ didn’t show that of course, putting on only a face of relief for Reed.

“Well, I’ll let you get back to making him better.” She said, wanting to get off the line. “Thank you for helping him.”

“Of course. Peter is like family.”

x-x-x

MJ told her agency that she was taking personal time for a sick relative, not technically a lie. Agency wasn’t happy, of course, shoots had to be moved and adjusted, but MJ was too big at this point to be browbeaten.

She didn’t want to be anywhere but home when Peter returned. That, however, left her with one big problem - she had nothing to do. She didn’t watch much TV these days besides the news, so she just scrolled through her social media, and milled about the apartment, being there when the repairmen came back for their second round of repairs. Other than that, she was rather aimless, with bouts of cleaning what she could in the apartment between boredom. And unfortunately with boredom, came thinking, and MJ certainly didn’t want to partake in that if she could help it.

At some point or another, she nodded off for a while - she hadn’t particularly slept well the night before. She didn’t know how long she slept, but she was awoken by the sound of knocking on glass.

She sat up from her cat nap, and looked around in confusion for a moment, before looking over to the balcony window, where on the other side Miles was standing, giving her a wave. She got up quickly and trotted over to the door, sliding it open in surprise.

“Miles? What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be at school? Did something happen?” It was Miles’ turn to look a bit surprised, the eyes of his mask widening a smidge.

“No, no. Everything is fine.” He said. “It’s 5:30. School’s been out.”

MJ’s eyebrows tick up a bit. She really lost track of time there.

“Jeez, the whole day’s gone.” She sighed. “Sorry, I’m being rude. Come in.”

Mary Jane stepped aside, allowing Miles to enter.

“Got an update from Mr. Fantastic.” Miles told her.

“So did I.” MJ nodded. “Just a few more days”

“Yeah, I just figured…I’d, you know, check up on you.” Miles said, sounding a bit awkward. MJ felt the awkwardness too, but she was a classically trained actor, and could mask it.

“You didn’t have to do that - not that I don’t appreciate it-”

“No, no, it’s fine. Hero instincts and all”

MJ smiled a little at that. Suddenly, she realized the state she must’ve looked. She was wearing sweats, a baggy shirt, and a bandana, and was covered in dust and all manner of other things from her boredom-fueled cleaning. The sudden contriteness made her cheeks flush a little.

“Wait here.” She told him. “I’m going to go get changed.”

“Oh, alright- I’ll just wait right here”

Mary Jane quickly headed off to her bedroom for a change of clothes. Now, MJ’s wardrobe was EXTENSIVE, her and Peter’s bedroom having a large walk-in closet that was ninety-eight percent MJ’s clothes (and half of Peter’s two-percent were various Spider-Man suits). MJ could have landed on a litany of modest things to wear: another pair of sweatpants and a clean shirt, some jeans; even some pajamas, as she didn’t plan on going anywhere the rest of the night.

But as she stood in her wardrobe, a small idea kept pulsing in the back of her head. She thought back to Miles from a few days ago, before everything had happened, when he saw her in nothing but her tiny shorts and loose shirt, and how he looked at her - and the small, unique thrill she had gotten out of it.

By all objective standards, it was a bad idea; being alone with Miles after the kiss was already pushing it, but now she wanted to actively flaunt her stuff in front of him.

It really was a bad idea… but then again, so was being the wife of Spider-Man.

‘It’ll be fine’, She told herself. It would just be a little tease, a little extra reward for his heroism; he did save Peter and her after all - plus compared to the kiss they shared this would be modest, more controlled. She wouldn’t cross that line again.

At least that’s what she told herself.

x-x-x

Miles stood in Peter and Mary Jane’s kitchen, feeling rather goofy. The whole time swinging to their apartment, Miles wondered if he should just turn around, go home, or find a mugging or something to stop. His heart probably wouldn’t have been thumping in his chest quite so hard then.

But no, he was there, back at the apartment, rocking back and forth on his heels and fidgeting.

‘It’s cool, you’re cool. Everything’s cool’, He thought. He was just innocently checking in on her like a good, moral, hero would. Peter would be back in a few days, and everything would be fine and back to normal.

“Alright, sorry to make you wait.”

“That’s okay. I was just-”

The words died under Miles’ mask when he got a look at Mary Jane.

What she wore was somehow an even more alluring version of the get-up he saw her in a few days ago: A pair of gray spanx shorts that clung tightly to Mary Jane’s lower half, very form fitting. Miles saw how the fabric was so snug to her thighs, the material leaving nothing to even the most creative of imaginations. Up top, MJ wore a loose white shirt, not baggy like she had on before, loose in a way that swished around her belly and teased at the fullness of her tits, in a fashion that showed ample cleavage with its low, u-neck collar. And with an added sense of cosmic humor, the shirt had Spider-Man’s mask on it; one of many unofficially licensed shirts. Miles could only imagine what he looked like at the moment, white eyes of his mask wide as saucers.

Mary Jane stopped in front of him, setting a hand on her cocked hip and giving him an arched brow.

“You were just what?” She asked. There was a hint of mirth in her voice.

“Waiting!” Miles said, a bit too loudly. He quickly tried to cover his misstep, “Waiting… right here, like you said.”

“Good boy.” MJ said, a smirk on her face.

‘Fuck.’ He was only there to check in. That’s all.

“Well, come on and have a seat.” MJ offered, walking over to the couch. “I’m sure you’re tired from swinging over here.”

He actually wasn’t, but Miles wasn’t going to turn down the offer, his eyes glued to MJ’s swishing ass and hips as she walked around the couch, and plopped herself down. Miles hopped over the back, sitting a few cushions away from her.

There were a few moments of silence, Miles looking away to not stare, while Mary Jane just looked at him, a strange, but amused, look on her face.

“Uh, I see the apartment is getting back together.” Miles noted, trying to make small talk.

MJ looked around leisurely. “Yeah - we needed to remodel anyway.”

Miles snorted a laugh. Being a public figure, constant exposure to Peter’s quips and her own personality made MJ effortlessly charming. Talking to her was as easy as Miles wanted it to be.

They chatted for a while, talking about repairs, what had been happening in the city with Peter’s brief absence, and even school, just a natural flow of conversation and Miles’ nervousness almost completely melted away. At some point MJ got up to get them drinks, a glass of wine for her and a sparkling water for him - he didn’t actually like sparkling water, but he felt it was rude to refuse it.

Then, for a few moments, Mary Jane went silent, as if she was considering something.

“What?” Mile asked, noticing her face.

“I just-” MJ started, setting her half-empty glass of wine down. She looked as if she was trying to form her words in the most efficient way. “About the other day… the kiss…”

‘Oh.’

“Yeah?” Miles said, using all his superhuman strength to seem casual, despite his heart threatening to thump out his chest. Miles had been thinking about the kiss too - not particularly complicated thoughts, enough to stroke his cock to, but thoughts all the same.

“I just wanted to say… I’m sorry.” She told him.

‘Oh?’

Well, he had been expecting many things on differing scales of likeliness, but an apology was not one of them.

“The blood was pumping from everything, and I caught you off guard, and-”

“Aw come on,” Miles said, feeling as if a thousand pounds were lifted off his shoulders. “You don’t have anything to be sorry about! I mean, I wasn’t like complaining or anything, and it was a hero's reward, remember?”

“I pushed too far. I mean… have you even kissed anyone before?”

“Wha - Of course I have!”

MJ gave him a skeptical look. Miles was suddenly worried that she might have lie-detecting powers like Daredevil. Luckily for him, MJ didn’t push the issue.

“Either way…” She began, voice dropping to an oddly low tone. “If that was your first time, you certainly don’t have anything to worry about.”

“Oh yeah?” Miles asked.

MJ gave him a saucy smile. “You’re a natural kisser, kid. You’re going to be very popular with the ladies”

Miles laughed, feeling some warmth on his cheeks, and rubbing the back of his head.

“I don’t know about all that.”

“Oh, no need to be coy. Really. You’re a young man of many talents. Nothing to be ashamed about.”

At that moment, Miles realized how close they had gotten, constantly shifting on the couch during their conversation - their knees were almost touching. The other thing he noticed was the slight flush on Mary Jane’s cheeks. Maybe it was the wine, maybe it was something else; something related to the look she was giving him with those unsure, half hooded eyes.

Before he realized what he was doing, Miles was rolling up the bottom of his mask. His body clearly on a track while his mind hadn’t quite left the station yet.

He didn’t have to worry too much, though, as Mary Jane was a good conductor, leaning forward and pressing her lips to his.

x-x-x

It would’ve been easy to blame the alcohol, to say that she drank too much and lost control of her facilities and inhibitions.

Easy, but a lie.

She had only drank half a glass, not nearly enough to even get her tipsy. She was of sound mind and body. Well… maybe not of sound mind; she was making out with her husband’s teenage ward again.

More than making out. They were barreling way past what they had done that night in the rain. MJ was practically in Miles’ lap, straddling one of his skinny thighs, and hands were all over the place.

At first, Miles was restrained, as restrained as the situation could be, keeping his hands in her fiery hair. But as their kiss got sloppier and more heated, his hands traveled south, trailing down her lower back. His gloved hands hesitated at the small of her back, just above her ass for a moment. Then…  his natural male instinct pushed him on to take two handfuls of her pert ass. MJ moaning into his mouth only spurred him on more, his fingers beginning to knead her cheeks firmly, if not clumsily.

MJ was feeling drunk, but it had nothing to do with alcohol. Her body buzzed with a neediness she didn’t even know existed. There was still a rational part of her brain. One telling her to stop, screaming at her that she’ll ruin everything she had built with her husband. Reminding herself that Miles was FIFTEEN.

Perhaps if Miles wasn’t such a natural kisser, and his hands moved in a less pleasurable way, the rationality and morality would’ve won out. But at the moment, baser instincts were at play.

‘Fuck. I need more.’

MJ pulled back, and through the teenager’s mask she could see a flash of panic in his large white eyes. She guessed he had thought she had come to a semblance of her senses; neither of them were that lucky.

Instead, she grabbed the bottom of her shirt and lifted it over her head in one graceful motion. Her breasts bounced free… and she heard Miles gasp. MJ smirked, feeling a rush of heat through her body. Her tits were likely the first pair he had ever seen in person.

Miles just sat and stared for a long moment, his young brain obviously short-circuiting. MJ’s belly fluttered with need - she needed to move this along before she actually DID come to her senses.

The redhead reached back and grabbed Miles’ hands from her ass. He let out a sound of disappointment until he realized what was happening; MJ guided his hands to her front, and planted them onto her heavy tits.

That seemed to get him going again, as his hands began to move, kneading, groping, his fingers sinking into Mary Jane’s supple tit-flesh. Cleary experimental touches, his hands traveling to the underside of each breast to lift and weigh them. He bounced them a bit, seeing how malleable they were - how far his digits would sink into the flesh, rubbing the pad of his thumbs over MJ’s pink nipples and gauging her response. Miles was a science minded kid.

She didn’t even have to instruct him to suck one of her perky nipples into his mouth - surely he had done plenty of research on that, late at night. MJ moaned and writhed against Miles; she felt ten years younger; back when she was still a bit wild, back before she decided on Peter.

MJ realized thinking of Peter wasn’t conducive to enjoying having her titties sucked, and with great effort pushed him to the back of her mind. There would be guilt, dreadful guilt, but that was for later. Her body was rooted in the present.

“Stop.” MJ, gasped out, right as Miles gave her nipple a love bite. “Stop for a sec.”

MJ pushed Miles’ head back, and he gave her a worried look.

“Did I - do something wrong?” He asked quietly. Another reminder of Miles’ youth, looking like the abashed teen he was.

“No, nothing at all.” Mary Jane assured him. “I just need you to lay down.”

Miles swallowed, and gave a jerky nod, allowing Mary Jane to move him into position, lying on his back on the couch; he was in her hands, quite literally. Miles laid down, propping himself up on the couch’s armrest, while MJ situated herself between his legs. She gave his inner thighs a gentle rub, and Miles actually shivered - he was so green, so sensitive to all of this.

By the way his chest was rising and falling, MJ thought he might finish right there in his pants, but that wouldn’t do. She NEEDED to see it - either it would smack some sense into her and put a hard end to this thing they were doing… or it would be another line trampled on.

Either way, MJ grabbed the waist of Miles’ pants and underwear, and pulled down. Miles offered his assistance, lifting her hips to allow his bottoms to be pulled down to his thighs.

Miles sprung free. And suddenly, the room got a little bit darker.

Mary Jane blinked a few times, to make sure she wasn’t struck with sudden onset hallucinations.

Miles’ cock… was nothing short of miraculous.

It almost looked out of place on his skinny frame - he was long, nine or ten inches if MJ had to guess, leaning more towards ten, and wonderfully thick; it wasn’t a penis, or a dick, but a COCK. A dark shaft bulging with veins.

MJ wasn’t sure how Miles hid it in his spandex; perhaps ‘black is slimming’ also applied to cocks as well. It jutted towards the ceiling, large and honestly a bit intimidating - Mary Jane wrapped a tentative hand around the shaft and it immediately twitched in response - very sensitive indeed, especially with the gasp Miles let out. She didn’t dare move, dare do anything besides hold him in her hand for several long moments. She could feel his pulse. Feel him throbbing in her hand.

“I-is there something-” Miles began to ask, only to be quickly silenced when MJ lowered her mouth to him. She gave the side of his cock a nice, long lick, starting from where she was holding him steady, and drawing her tongue all the way to the tip.

Miles let out a garbled groan, his head falling backwards. But MJ was only just getting started.

She began to apply wet, open-mouthed kisses all along the length, every inch she could reach, giving the teenager’s cock love and affection. They were teasing kisses, staying only for a moment before moving on to reach another patch of dark skin; it was still enough to make Miles squirm into the couch.

MJ kissed her way up to Miles’ bulbous, leaking tip, swiping her tongue along the slit one time. She looked up at him - he had completely taken his mask off now, his forehead sweating and his eyes wide and blown, looking at her wildly - she briefly wondered when was the last time Peter looked at her like that. Then she did it again, lashing her tongue over the tip of his big, fat cock.

She gave the tip another open-mouthed kiss, this time letting the whole of her mouth envelop it, which took a bit more of an effort. She let her tongue swirl around the cockhead a bit, before giving it a hearty suck, her cheeks pulling in. She bobbed her head, letting his flavor swirl in her mouth. Meat. Succulent. Tasty. She moaned around him.

“Fuuuuuuck!” Miles groaned, squeezing his eyes shut.

MJ was a bit impressed he didn’t cum right then - virgins typically didn’t hold out beyond much more than dry humping. But then again… there wasn’t anything typical about Miles.

This was already a bad idea, but MJ decided to push it even further. She placed her hands on Miles’ thighs for stabilization, and angled herself so that her head was perfectly over Miles’ cock. The young man - the teenager - titled his head up more, eyes opening and eyebrows knitting in confusion, before MJ made her descent down his cock, taking more of him into her mouth. More inches of hard flesh sliding past her soft lips.

MJ’s lips stretched into a wide ‘O’ as she sank down another inch. And then another. And another, trying to take him fully into her mouth.

Mile’s eyes rolled up into his head, so he missed the hero’s effort Mary Jane was putting in to swallow his cock whole. She was only about halfway down when his cockhead nestled itself against the entrance of her throat. Mary Jane was a worldly, modern woman, so sucking dick was hardly a new thing for her, but swallowing a cock this size - well she was only human. Still, she pushed herself down another inch, gagging loudly as she did. While in her horny stupor, choking herself out on Miles cock was indeed appealing, but MJ had other plans.

There was a final line to cross.

x-x-x

MJ led Miles to the bedroom, holding him by his cock. The teenager followed her like a dog following a treat. The sight of her pale, slender fingers wrapped around that long, thick, dark shaft stirred something deep inside MJ, thrilling her in a way she couldn’t describe.

But at the same time… walking into her and Peter’s bedroom with Miles was strange; it elicited complicated feelings within her, ones she tried to push away as she pushed Miles onto the bed. She didn’t let go of his cock, climbing onto the bed with him, her hand gently stroking him.

There was guilt of course - Peter was away, healing, and she had his protégé lying where he should rightfully be. A voice in the back of her mind would scream at her stop. But then Miles would throb, twitch in her hand, and the voice would go silent. And the guilt would cycle to the far back of her mind.

Miles is still in a state of awe, mouth hanging open, his brain unable to form a coherent thought beyond teenage horniness; that was alright - MJ was the adult in the room, she could do the thinking.

“Alright, big boy.” She breathed out. Both hands pumped along his shaft. “Let me show you the full hero’s reward.”

She sounded like a cheap porno, but it seemed to work, with Miles nodding his head feverishly. She slithered up his body, latching her mouth back onto his, while her hands remained on his cock, stroking his length and cupping his heavy balls. They kissed for a little while longer, but MJ needed things to move along. She pulled back, which elicited a whine from Miles, until he saw she was shimmying out of her shorts. Miles did the same, pulling the rest of his bottoms and shirt off quickly. Both were completely naked now, the contrast of Miles’ cock and his slim frame became all the more apparent.

‘Fuck’, was all MJ could think, watching the teen’s manhood twitch against the air. She was looking right at him and she still could barely believe it. The fucking thing looked enormous.

Steeling her nerves, Mary Jane gently pushed against Miles’ chest, laying him back on the king-sized bed. He didn’t dare move as MJ straddled him, squatting over him really, keeping a hand to steady his cock as she guided herself over his length.

‘No going back from this.’

Then, slowly, she began to lower herself.

There was no option but slow - she might have been dripping wet between her legs, but she wasn’t Mr. Fantastic. MJ let out a hiss as Miles’ cockhead pushed past her outer lips, stretching her open. She sank herself down, inch by inch, centimeter by centimeter, keeping a hand on Miles’ chest to steady herself.

“F-fuck,” She cursed, eyes screwed shut, the stretch aching and feeling heavenly at the same time. Miles only groaned, feeling MJ’s pussy swallow him up in the greatest moment of his teenage life. He gripped at the sheets, tearing them a bit, and tried not to move, allowing MJ to continue her descent. Five inches… six inches… seven… eight…

‘Almost there’, MJ thought, feeling absolutely full and stretched, her tight cunt gripping Mile’s cock. There was a bit more left of him to take, but she felt as if she was at her absolute limit - but if Mary Jane was one thing, it sure as hell wasn’t a quitter. With a shaky inhale and wicked determination, she slammed herself down, taking the last couple inches of Miles’ shaft. He let out a loud groan, heels digging into the bed, while Mary Jane shuddered atop of him, panting. God, she was seeing stars.

Any residual guilt or trepidation she might have felt had flown right out the window - this was the most intense thing she had ever felt.

So full, so dirty, so right.

x-x-x

THIS was the greatest day of Miles’ life - and likely would remain that way for the rest of it.

Mary Jane Watson-Parker

On his cock. Taking him deep. Every inch. All the way down.

He’d had this dream many times - so many times. But now, feeling MJ’s pussy wrapped around him, squeezing him like a vise… well he wasn’t sure he could ever go back to jerking it to Instagram pics ever again. She was right there, on top of him, flushed from her face down to her heaving bosom, eyes closed in her own ecstasy as she started to grind on him. He thanked god for his powers, otherwise he might’ve come when she was just rubbing on his cock with her hand.

Despite the stunned expression, Miles’ brain capacity was still working, working well enough to instruct his hands to grab MJ’s wide hips. He held onto her as she rocked her body, stroking his cock within her. Her eyes were still closed, and he wasn’t sure where her head was at, but honestly he didn’t care.

He’d be lying if thoughts of his mentor hadn’t entered his mind at some point or another, but Mary Jane bouncing on his cock was one hell of a distraction from it.

Mary Jane bounced atop him, hands on his chest, her ass smacking against Miles’ pelvis and slim thighs as she rode him, her moans growing louder and louder, rising with the intensity of her thrusts. Miles didn’t really have any idea what to do inherently; he was, however, a quick learner. One thing that was hard to miss were MJ’s tits bouncing and shaking just inches above his face as she rode him - and he watched enough porn to make an educated guess. So he reached up with a hand and squeezed one of Mary Jane’s plump tits. Dark fingers sinking into pale flesh.

“NNNNHHG.” She moaned, arching her back and forcing her chest more into his hand. Miles decided then and there: he wanted to hear Mary Jane make noises like that all the time.

Without the barrier of his suit, MJ’s breast felt heavenly in his hand: soft, warm, absolutely perfect. Propping himself up, he sucked her tit into his mouth again, lavishing the nipple with his tongue. He gave it a small, teasing bite and could feel her pussy clench around him as she let out a high-pitched squeal.

“Miles… UNH… Oh fuck, OH FUCK!”

She was really riding him now, bouncing up and down his length feverishly, her ass loudly slapping against him with a loud SMACK every time she dropped herself back down. Her breaths were short and quick, desperate panting, and her eyes glazed over from sheer pleasure as she rode and rode him.

“Fuck! I’m gonna-”

A shudder, a quiver, a tremble - that’s how Miles would describe it. Mary Jane Watson-Parker came on his cock, her cunt fluttering around him as her body was struck with an orgasm.

HE made her come.

This was the greatest day of his life - and it was only getting better.

That’s when Miles decided… he wanted to drive.

x-x-x

Mary Jane was still reeling from her orgasm when she suddenly ended up on her back. Her mind was still foggy and she was still seeing stars, but she could gauge somewhat was happening.

Miles had flipped them over and was lording over her; through the stars she could see his face, his brow tight in fierce concentration, his eyes wild with animalistic drive. It made her core burn hot, burn with need.

Miles wasted no time, grabbing MJ’s legs and pushing them up and up, until her knees were by her head and her ass upturned; Her and Peter were hardly vanilla, but she couldn’t say she ever remembered being in THIS position. She was flexible, but this was pushing the limits. Miles planted his hands on the backs of her knees, holding firm. Keeping her pinned.

She opened her mouth to say something, what exactly she wasn’t sure. But she never got the chance as Miles drew his hips back, until the tip of his glistening cock was just at her entrance, before driving forward with a harsh snap of his hips. The thrust was hard enough to push all the air out of MJ’s lungs, and she was breathless - cunt squeezing around Miles, still sensitive and aching from her orgasm just a moment ago. That wasn’t Miles’ concern though, as he pulled his hips back and drove into her again.

“MILES-” she was able to wheeze out, for all the good it did. He was fucking her now; he had let her be in control for the first round, letting the expert guide the novice, but now it seemed Miles had something to prove. He fucked her with long, hard strokes, thrusting hard enough to make the headboard slam against the wall over and over. Hard enough to drive MJ into delicious delirium.

“Unngh… Unghh… Fuck… Miles, oh FUCK!” MJ moaned wantonly, her pussy getting absolutely pummeled. Miles’ cockhead slammed against her cervix, again and again. It hurt, it was overwhelming, but it all was so AMAZING. Her pussy, her whole body, tingled in a way she didn’t recognize. She felt hot as magma, hot as the sun. The sheer intensity was going to drive her crazy.

Miles fucked her with wild abandon, not holding back; he was lost in his own youthful exuberance, determined to make this moment count. MJ continued to moan unrestrained as Miles grunted on top of her. Her hands clambered to his back, nails clawing at his skin for purchase. Her tits shook with each hard thrust, no doubt a pleasing visual for Miles, but his gaze would only stay on them for a moment; he was more focused on her face, her eyes. They stared into each other’s eyes, vision twisted in pleasure, really seeing each other.

They had been at the periphery of each other’s lives for a while, but now they were connected in the most absolute, primal of ways. It was almost… romantic. A romance MJ knew she should only ever share with her husband. But she was well past the point of guilty ruminations now.

“Miles…” MJ gasped, feeling that familiar ache rising and rising, threatening to erupt. “Miles, Miles, MILES-”

“Oh fuck-” Miles gasped back. He let go of MJ’s legs, letting them roll forward and rest on his shoulders. His hands moved to cup her ass, pulling her hard into his thrusts, his hips speeding up to a fever pitch. Their bodies clapped together at a wonderful, blistering pace. MJ lost her ability to form words, her mouth just hanging open in a long moan as Miles drove into her pussy hard and fast. “Fuck, fuck!”

Then Miles leaned down, pressing his mouth to hers again. Their tongues danced together. She moaned into his mouth and he swallowed it down.

MJ was half delirious as her second orgasm tore through her, shaking under and trembling under Miles as he thrust wildly into her several more times. The tightening of her cunt became too much for the young man, and his own orgasm came like a freight train. He let out a loud grunt and snapped his hips flush against Mary Jane’s, driving his cock down to the root. His balls pulsed and tightened, his cock throbbing as he let loose inside of her, leaving the wife of Spider-Man full of hot, sticky cream. The crescendo of a night of many firsts for him.

MJ’s eyes rolled back as she went limp under him, her legs falling splayed to their sides. Luckily for her, Miles wasn’t heavy. He laid atop of her, resting his head on her breasts.

There was a long moment of silence. MJ’s whole body buzzed with delight, her mind swirling with so many thoughts, so many feelings. But above all, she felt the lingering shadow of pleasure.

Miles was the first to speak.

“That… that was…” He began, trying to find the words

A mistake

A fuck up

The destruction of a marriage.

All equally reasonable options of Mary Jane. But as they laid there, her hand gently stroking the back of the teenager’s head, the only thing she could think to say was…

“Nice.”

“Yeah… Nice.” Miles agreed, nodding into her tits. MJ could almost laugh. He really was just a kid.

A kid who just fucked her into the bed. The bed she shared with her husband.

And there was the guilt, creeping back up.

“Can we…go again?” Miles asked, propping himself up and looking at her excitedly. “I can go again.”

This time Mary Jane did laugh. And very aware that his cock was still sheathed inside her. He was quickly hardening again. The redhead let out an exhausted sigh… but felt the embers of pleasure burning hot again.

The guilt could wait just a little longer.

x-x-x

Black Cat didn’t feel guilty – that definitely wasn’t it.

She just – well, she wanted to check in on Peter.

Yeah, he was a goodie-two-shoes pain in the ass these days, but they had history. She had seen him take a hard fall that day on the roof, and he had been MIA for most of the week. Not guilt, nope, just…well if HE wasn’t around, that meant she’d have to deal with Daredevil, or his little mini-me. 

Peter probably wouldn’t be happy to know that Felicia knew where he lived, but then again, he wasn’t happy with a lot of things she did. 

She was just going to stop by, have a little chat, and leave before he got too preachy. 

She was surprised by the state of the apartment when she landed on the balcony - boarded up windows, what broken tiles, what looked like rearranged furnishing. Either Peter and Mary Jane liked to party, or something went down there. Speaking of red, Felicia wondered where she might’ve been - off showing her ass to half the world, no doubt. She didn’t really judge Mary Jane for it - it seemed like an easy enough living with luxurious comforts - Felicia might have considered it if she didn’t have more…lofty goals. 

She slid into the apartment quietly. It didn’t SEEM like anyone was there.

“Miles, Miles, MILES-”

As it turned out, looks were deceiving. 

Felicia had better than average hearing, but she didn’t really need it by the way Mary Jane was screaming. Notably, screaming a name that wasn’t Peter. Felicia was nosy by nature, so she crept down the hall to the bedroom. Once again, Felicia wasn’t judging - she didn’t know her and Peter’s relationship, and Felicia knew that if Peter ever got the stick out of his ass, she’d let him back into her bed. That didn’t do anything to diminish her curiosity, though. 

The door to the bedroom was cracked, so Felicia was able to peak her head in inconspicuously. Her eyebrows shot up at the sight - she didn’t know what she expected MILES to look like, but a black teenager who couldn’t be older than 16 certainly was at the bottom of that list; she also didn’t expect to see Mary Jane folded like a deck chair, getting split apart. The girl was kinkier than Felicia gave her credit for

‘Miss Mary Jane, you’ve been a naught girl.’

All of this was riveting enough to satiate Felicia’s curiosity, but then she looked downwards, to the foot of the bed.

Where a black and red Spider-Man outfit laid discarded, and suddenly, riveting, became damning.