Cambrian’s Emporium of Everything (Multiple Settings)

A Girl & Her Tiger (Spider-Man)

Poll Winner

Themes: Loving Sex, Rough Sex, Big Dick

Summary: At the end of the day, MJ knows that Peter risks his life for total strangers each and every night. She's had to make her peace with that. Really, all she can do is be there for him, ready to help him detox and relieve his stress in the best way possible... lots and lots of sex. Luckily for her beloved tiger... Mary Jane Watson is Spider-Man's biggest fan, and always will be. 

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She’s lounging on the bed in nothing but a crop top and a pair of panties, reading a magazine, when the window to their apartment suddenly slides open. Mary Jane Watson doesn’t even bother looking up as her beloved boyfriend, aka Spider-Man, comes clamoring in. Only when she hears his faint inhale does she finally glance back at him.
 
“MJ…”
 
Giving him a raunchy grin, the red head bats her eyelashes, knowing how she looks right now. Legs splayed out, laid on her belly, she’s VERY inviting right now. Positively begging to be taken at first glance… and second glance… and third. Probably because she IS begging to be taken. MJ licks her lips as Peter pulls off his mask and tosses it aside, not even bothering with the rest of his costume as he begins to walk towards her in something of a daze.
 
“See something you like, Tiger?”
 
She doesn’t mind him leaving the costume on as he climbs into the bed. Maybe if he were bleeding or more visibly beat up, but from the look of things tonight has been a good night and the most they’ll have to deal with in terms of his bodily fluids is sweat. MJ likes her boyfriend’s sweaty musky scent. She likes it a lot.
 
Maybe not as much as he likes her ass, however. His gloved hands fall upon her bum, and MJ moans as he begins to grope and squeeze her ass through her panties. Her pussy immediately begins to clench, growing wetter by the second. She was already a little wet in pure anticipation of his return home, but this? This is the flood gates opening up, baby~
 
In another world, another version of her might not have been so heavily on board with Peter Parker being Spider-Man. What he did was dangerous, something Mary Jane knew full well. He went out night after night and risked his life for total strangers. She could, objectively speaking, see how a girl might take issue with that fact, might decide that she couldn’t handle it.
 
But MJ wasn’t that kind of girl. For one, Peter needed her. She loved him and he loved her, but more than that, he needed her as his rock, his foundation. Something the gorgeous red head was more than happy being. For two, he needed a way to detox, to take a load off, to rest and relieve his stress in the best way possible, with lots and lots of sex. And for three… well, Mary Jane Watson had been Spider-Man’s biggest fan even before she found out he was also the love of her life. And she always would be.
 
MJ moans, as Peter hooks his fingers into the waistband of her panties and yanks them down her legs. She quickly and eagerly brings her thighs together, allowing him to bring her soaked panties all the way down and off of her feet, tossing them onto the bed beside her. Then, his hands are on her thighs, pulling her legs back apart… as he leans down between them.
 
“Oooh, Tiger~”
 
Peter’s tongue finds her wet snatch with ease, driving deep inside of it right off the bat. Mary Jane can only coo happily as she claws at the bedding beneath her, looking back over her shoulder at him. His eyes are just visible over the curve of her delectable ass, and they’re filled with dark promise that only turns MJ on even more as she wiggles and writhes in his grasp. Not to escape, not that she ever could, nor does she ever want to.
 
The more he works his tongue in and out of her cunt, the more MJ is gasping and panting, mewling and moaning. She might know how to tease and toy with him, how to set things up so she was as enticing as possible when he got back from patrol… but likewise, Peter knew precisely how to play her like a fiddle. Like a finely tuned instrument, her body was his to play at his leisure.
 
He’d explained it to her once. How it had to do with his powers. He wasn’t just all super-strength and flexibility and Danger Sense. ALL of his senses were enhanced, meaning that he could pretty much hear her heart beating in her chest, and the slightest hitches of her breath, and the way her body reacted down to the smallest twitch to whatever he was doing to her.
 
Her man knew her in a way that no other man did, to be honest. He knew her… better than MJ knew herself. As Peter’s tongue hits a particular spot deep inside of her, Mary Jane gasps… only for him to go right back to that spot with that flexible mouth muscle of his. Hitting it again and again like it’s a fucking ‘I Win!’ button, Peter drives MJ over the edge, making her eyes cross and her toes curl as she squeals in abject ecstasy.
 
A flood of pussy juices flows onto Peter’s tongue, and New York City’s premiere webslinger laps it right up, drinking it down so there’s no mess. Then, he pulls his mouth away from her cunt… and slides up her body. MJ hugs a pillow to her chest and lifts her hips into the air expectantly as he gets into position over her. With the work of a moment, Peter frees his cock from the confines of his Spider-Man suit.
 
Given the long, LONG hours he sometimes worked, it wouldn’t do for him to be unable to relieve himself mid-patrol. That same capability allows him to get inside of her nice and quick without having to remove his full costume. Something that MJ, with her Spider-Man obsession, appreciates quite a lot. His cock slaps down upon her curvy ass, and then slides across it, before falling further below to where her engorged, gushing, plump pussy lips await it.
 
“You ready, MJ?”
 
“Fucking always, Tiger. Don’t you dare hold back either~”
 
“… You know I’m not about to hurt you, Mary Jane Watson.”
 
At Peter’s amused but also chiding tone, MJ just rolls her eyes.
 
“Give me what I can handle then~”
 
It’s not something everyone really acknowledges. Just how strong Peter is. She knows because, well, he’d gone out of his way to explain it to her. What it meant that he could lift over ten tons. What it meant that sometimes, he could do even more than that. Her boyfriend was superhuman, there was no beating around the bush.
 
MJ, meanwhile, was decidedly not. As pretty as she was, as beautiful as she might have been, she was still a baseline human woman, with a baseline human woman’s strength and stamina and durability. And so, whenever she asks Peter not to hold back, he tells her off… and she tells him to give her what he knows she can handle. It’s a little game of theirs, at this point.
 
Peter’s hands come down upon the bed on either side of her head, and his cock presses against her slit from behind. A moment later, he’s inside of her and fucking her hard and fast. MJ squeals, as she tends to do, and her legs kick up into the air on either side of him, her toes curling. Her pussy walls, gushing with arousal, clench and squeeze around his pistoning shaft, trying to hold him inside of her.
 
… To no avail. His strength and speed means that she’s just along for the ride in all honesty. His cock pistons in and out of her without a single moment of hesitation. He’s giving her… exactly what she can handle. MJ’s eyes go crossed, her mouth forming a small o as she shudders and quivers beneath him. She claws at the bed, mewling as she experiences orgasm after orgasm upon his thick, fat dick.
 
Her boyfriend’s massive cock is driving her absolutely insane, but then, she knew it would. It always did. Peter Parker, Spider-Man, Tiger… it didn’t matter what she called him, because in the end, what he did to her was always the same. He rocked her fucking world and then some. Groaning, Peter leans forward and slides his hands under her, moving them between her and her pillow.
 
“MJ…”
 
His fingers clutch at her tits through her tight little white crop top, and she coos as she arches her back, pressing her chest into his grasp, leaning her head back into his shoulder.
 
“Peter~”
 
“Fuck… I love you so much.”
 
“L-Love… love you toooo~”
 
Moaning, MJ bucks wildly as she experiences another orgasm. He continues to grope at her chest, threatening to inadvertently shred her shirt with his strength. Honestly, she could just let him keep fucking her like this, and she would be out like a light in no time. He would fuck her right into a pleasure coma if she let him, he’d done it plenty of times before.
 
Sometimes, he even went back out on patrol after fucking her, though at this time of night, or rather, this early in the morning, MJ didn’t think that this was one of those times. And more than that… she knew how hard he’d worked. She was supposed to be his stress relief. Wouldn’t do for him to do all the work, now would it?
 
“P-Peter… let’s, nnngh, swap.”
 
He slows down at that, taking a moment to fuck into her a few more times from above… and then pulls out. MJ, shakily but nevertheless very motivated, crawls up onto her hands and knees before pushing off and turning to face her boyfriend and his big fat cock. Licking her lips, she gently pushes him down onto his back on the bed, his eyes watching her as she does so.
 
She sees the exact moment he notices her top… and the spider-man symbol across the front of it. The corner of his mouth quirks up and he chuckles, shaking his head.
 
“You know, sometimes I think you convinced me to open that online merch store just so you could wear all of my ‘merch’ for free, MJ.”
 
Scoffing, MJ doesn’t deny it, grinning instead as she climbs into his lap and impales herself upon his cock all over again right then and there. As she begins to ride him, the sexy young red head wiggles in place, gyrating her hips.
 
“Mm, you know I convinced you because I was sick and tired of seeing everyone else making money off of your image. Besides… your fans deserve the right to represent you officially, while knowing their money is going to a good cause~”
 
Peter chuckles as his hands find her hips and he begins to thrust up into her from below. Even with her now doing the lion’s share of the work, he just can’t help himself. Peter isn’t the kind of lover who can ever just lie there and take it. He’s a very giving man, and always has been. As he fucks up into her from below and MJ rides him hard and fast, her tits bouncing beneath her crop top the entire time, one of Peter’s thumbs trails to the womb tattoo just over her mound of a spider.
 
“… Can’t believe you got this thing.”
 
Eyes twinkling, MJ finally pulls her crop top up over her head and tosses it aside, letting her fine-ass freckled titties bounce freely and in the open as she leans forward over her boyfriend, licking her lips suggestively.
 
“Believe it, Tiger. A tattoo or two in the right spots of the right sort of thing is all the rage in the modeling industry these days. Everyone is all about freedom of expression.”
 
Peter just raises an eyebrow at that, bringing one hand up to maul one of her tits again in a way that has MJ moaning.
 
“… And my symbol is the ‘right sort of thing’?”
 
Letting out a sighing laugh, Mary Jane shakes her head, tossing her mane of red hair back and forth.
 
“You will never accept how beloved you are, will you Peter? Well, at least know this… you are beloved by ME.”
 
Peter swallows, somber for a moment, and nods.
 
“I know.”
 
Smiling, MJ leans forward and arches her back, being VERY obvious now as she stares down at Peter with glittering eyes.
 
“Good. Now, either kiss me or feast on my tits, Tiger. I’m tired of watching you just stare at them like a starving man and- oooh~”
 
He doesn’t even let her finish her sentence before he leans up and attacks her chest with his mouth as well as his hands. MJ coos and begins to ride him all the more furiously, feeling his massive cock punching up into her in a most satisfying manner. Her orgasms are coming more and more frequently now, and she knows that she won’t be able to last forever. But she’ll be damned if she has to throw in the towel before Peter has cum even once.
 
Luckily, it’s not much longer before Peter groans into her chest and fills her with his seed. Immediately after that, he rolls them both again, so MJ is on her back. She happily goes along with it, putting her legs high in the air before wrapping them around Peter’s waist as she does the same with her arms around his neck.
 
For a moment, they just stare each other in the eye, Peter’s lips still on her breast as he gazes up at her. The question is unspoken, but easy enough to read all the same. MJ just grins and nods her head enthusiastically, more than ready to go at least another round. Sure, she’ll be the one conked out by the end of the night, while he’ll just be tired enough to hopefully go to sleep, but still… she wants to keep going for as long as she possibly can all the same.
 
As he begins to fuck her again, even through the creampie, Peter’s lips leave her tits… and move to her mouth. He kisses her deeply, and Mary Jane kisses him right back as she happily and altogether eagerly surrenders to her boyfriend, his big fat cock, and his incredible libido. He needed to get it out of his system, she knew that much. And she would always be here to act as a receptacle for his desires, for his lust.
 
She was Spider-Man’s stress relief, and the love of Peter Parker’s life… and MJ wouldn’t have it any other way.

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