don't make it harder on me
"Oh, my God, Peter,” MJ whines, throwing her hips back. But he stops her, his hands heavy against her waist as he pants.
“What?!”
“Fuck,” she whispers, though she knows he’d hear it anyway. God, this is going to be mortifying. How do you explain to someone you fucking that you’re picturing someone you were in love with for years, even though they barely looked at you, all because you’ve never seen the face of the guy your sleeping with?
OR
MJ is sleeping with Spidey and occasionally thinking about Peter. Her bad.
A companion piece to NSFW Art: Thanks, Spidey - by @machiavelien 🖤