[Third Person Pov]
Peter and MJ lay tangled together on her bed, the chaotic energy of the day slowly melting away in the quiet sanctuary of her bedroom. The lights were dimmed low, casting a soft, golden glow across their bodies. MJ was curled against him, her head resting on his chest as her fingers traced tender, lazy circles over his chest.
"You know," she murmured, voice low and husky, "today was perhaps the hottest I have ever found you."
Peter immediately started snickering, his chest vibrating beneath her cheek. "Really now?" He teased, tightening his arm around her and pulling her closer so her head nestled perfectly against his shoulder. "And why is that, Red?"
MJ's cheeks flushed a deeper shade of pink. "When you came out of the kitchen and just… took command like that. You didn't even have to raise your voice" She bit her lip, shifting slightly against him. "It did something irreversible to me."
Peter barked out a genuine laugh, the sound warm and delighted. MJ lifted her head to look at him, eyes sparkling with both embarrassment and desire. "I'm serious, Tiger. I don't think I've ever seen you behave so dominantly before. You didn't even need to use your strength. You just used your voice, that tone, and made everyone listen. Urgh… I'm being weird, aren't I?"
"It's alright," Peter grinned, cupping the back of her head. "You can be my little weirdo. No complaints here." He began raining soft, playful kisses across her forehead, her temple, her cheeks, and the tip of her nose.
MJ let out a playful growl and suddenly nipped at his cheek, teeth grazing his skin just hard enough to make him jolt. "Don't call me that," she warned, though the smile tugging at her lips ruined the threat.
They both dissolved into shared laughter. When it subsided, MJ shifted, gracefully climbing on top of him. She straddled his waist, holding his face gently between her hands as she pressed their foreheads together. Her fiery hair cascaded around them like a curtain.
"But I'm serious," she whispered, her breath warm against his lips. "Seeing you like that… it had me all hot and bothered."
She leaned in closer, lips brushing the shell of his ear as she whispered something only for him: "I'm so wet right now, Tiger. Soaked through… I can feel it dripping down my thigh."
Peter's breath hitched. He stared up at her in disbelief, his face rapidly growing flushed. The shameless confidence in her voice had managed to embarrass even him. MJ smirked, clearly proud of herself for drawing that reaction out of the man who usually enjoyed being so shameless for most of the time.
She sat up straighter, grabbing the hem of his shirt and pulling it over his head in one smooth motion. The movement revealed his perfectly toned, sculpted body—strong shoulders, defined abs, and smooth, flushed skin. MJ's eyes darkened with hunger as she drank him in.
"I think someone deserves a reward for their performance today," she purred, leaning down to kiss along the column of his neck. Her lips trailed lower, slow and sensual, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses across his collarbone and down his chest. "Someone's been such a good boy…"
Every kiss left a faint trail of deep red-black lipstick, marking him as hers. She could feel him growing harder beneath her with every touch, his body responding eagerly to her attention. Peter's hands slid up her thighs, gripping her hips as his breathing grew heavier.
MJ continued her descent, sliding down his body with deliberate grace. She reached his pelvis, hooked her fingers into the waistband of his pants, and tugged them down just enough. With a mischievous glance up at him, she pulled the blanket partially over her head and shoulders, creating a teasing veil while still letting Peter watch.
She freed his semi-hard length, wrapping her warm hand around him. Peter let out a low groan, his head falling back against the pillow as her fingers stroked him slowly, coaxing him to full hardness. MJ licked her lips, eyes gleaming with hunger.
Her warm breath ghosted over his hardening length first, teasing. Then her tongue—soft, wet, and eager—traced a slow, deliberate line from the base of his cock all the way to the swollen tip. A low, appreciative hum vibrated from her throat as she did it again, this time swirling around the sensitive head, collecting the bead of precum that had already formed.
"God, Tiger… look at you," she murmured, voice husky. "So thick and heavy for me already."
Her fingers wrapped around the shaft, stroking with long, firm glides while her tongue continued its worship. She licked broad, messy stripes up and down every inch, coating him thoroughly in her saliva until his cock glistened obscenely. The wet, slick sounds of her tongue filled the room—obscene, filthy, and perfect. She kissed the underside, right along the thick vein, then sucked one of his balls gently into her mouth, rolling it with her tongue before releasing it with a wet pop.
Peter's hand tangled in her hair, not guiding, just holding on as his hips twitched. MJ grinned up at him, lips already shiny, before she opened wide and took him in.
The first plunge was slow and deep, her lips stretching around his girth as she sank down until her nose brushed his pelvis. She held there, throat fluttering around him, eyes watering slightly but never breaking eye contact. Then she pulled back with a loud, sloppy slurp, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his throbbing cock. She stroked him fast with her hand while her mouth focused on the head—sucking hard, tongue flicking relentlessly, making wet, gurgling noises that echoed with every bob of her head.
"MJ… that mouth—" Peter groaned, head falling back.
She moaned around him in response, the vibration traveling straight through his shaft. Her head moved faster now, messy and enthusiastic. Drool spilled from the corners of her stretched lips, running down his cock and over her pumping fist.
She twisted her hand on every upstroke, slick and noisy, while her tongue swirled and pressed against the underside. Every time she pulled off to breathe, she'd slap his wet cock against her tongue or cheek, smearing her own spit across her face like a badge of honor, then dive back down with renewed hunger.
She worshipped every inch—licking, sucking, stroking, humming. Her free hand massaged his balls, gently tugging and rolling them while her mouth worked the shaft. The sounds were pure filth: loud, wet glucking, gagging, slurping, and her constant eager moans. Black-red lipstick smeared along his length, marking him as hers.
Peter's thighs started to tremble. His breathing grew ragged. "MJ—I'm close—baby—"
She didn't pull away. Instead, she took him deeper, throat relaxing as she swallowed around him, eyes locked on his with pure devotion. Her hand stroked the base in tight, fast twists while her mouth sucked hard on the rest.
With a guttural groan, Peter came.
Thick, hot ropes of cum erupted straight into her mouth and down her throat. MJ moaned loudly around him, eyes fluttering but staying open, milking every pulse with her tongue and throat. She took it all—every single drop—without spilling a single bit. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked him through the aftershocks, drawing out every last bit until he was spent and twitching.
Only then did she slowly pull off, lips sealed tight. She sat back on her heels, looked up at him with a wicked, satisfied gleam, and opened her mouth wide.
A thick, pearly pool of his cum rested on her tongue, some of it sliding slowly toward the back of her throat. She moved it around playfully—swirling it, pushing it from one cheek to the other—showing him how much he'd given her. Peter stared, utterly mesmerized and still catching his breath. Then, with a deliberate gulp, she swallowed it all down, the motion visible in her elegant throat.
She opened her mouth again, pink tongue out, completely clean.
"Good girl?" she teased, voice raspy.
"Perfect," he breathed, "The best girl"
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