Chapter 7 - Spider-Man/MJ’s Anniversary

Prompt: Spider-Man and his wife, Mary Jane, are TRYING to enjoy their anniversary dinner, so if the world would KINDLY stop setting itself on fire every five seconds, that’d be great!

Peter held his wife's hand tightly, giddy with excitement for their anniversary dinner. He had managed to secure a table at one of the nicest restaurants in their neighbourhood, after being on a waiting list for three months. Peter had put on a very fancy (yet affordable) black tuxedo. Mary Jane was as beautiful as ever. All red dress that exposed her bountiful cleavage and hugged her perfect ass. It was eye catching... and just for him! 

They opened the door to the restaurant, immediately being greeted by a neatly dressed waiter, who swiftly took them to their table. Peter held her chair out and she cutely curtsied, making her husband smile. They sat down and discussed how their days had been and ordered their food.  

But then Peter felt the thumping and heard the the sirens blare. The Rhino was running from five police cruisers. "I'm so sorry, MJ... but I have to help. I promise to make it up to you" he said running off. 

MJ sighed and ate her pasta, miserably on her own. Until a very handsome man sat in front of her. Jet black hair and incredibly well built. He explained that he wouldn't be able to live with himself if he let a beautiful woman like her eat on her own. MJ had a genuine smile on her face. 

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Peter hated these events. Norman Osborne's quarterly company party. As one of the head scientists, he had to be here to woo the investors. Mary Jane has tagged along, so Peters experience wasn't so miserable. 

Her dress was once again eye catching, all black, sleeved and hung of her body like a tunic. The leg slit could give half the party goers heart attacks. She helped Peter mingle with some high society, old people. He would definitely struggle had she not been there to steer his conversations. 

Suddenly his phone beeped. It was Tony, telling him that the Avengers needed Spider-Man. ASAP. He pulled MJ aside and explained the situation. She folded her arms, pissed as can be. "I came here because you asked, Peter. Now your fucking ditching me! I don't want to speak to the creepy freaks!" She quietly screamed.

 "I'm so sorry MJ, but this is the Avengers! You can just leave the party if you want. But I got to go now!" He said hurrying away. 

"Asshole" she murmured. She escaped to the balcony, her anger was making her overheat inside. She sipped her champagne, watching Spider-Man swing to A-Tower. 

 She was tapped on the shoulder suddenly. Her face lit up with a smile as she came face to face with the beautiful man who saved her at the restaurant. They found a secluded spot and chatted the night away, saving each other from talking to boring New York business men. 

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Peter pushed MJ onto their bed. They finally had some time to be together like the married couple they were. She wasted no time getting him naked and tugging on his cock. He ripped of her clothes with his superhuman strength. He positioned his hard on by her entrance. 

Then his fucking phone beeped. "Ah fuck, Electro and Scorpion are attacking City Hall" he said, hesitant to put his cock in her. 

"For fuck sake Peter. There's about a million superheroes in New York who can deal with them. Can you just take twenty minutes out of your day to fuck your wife!" 

"Yeah... your right... twenty minutes" he said pushing into her. His thrusts lacked any passion, like they were not in love. He looked out the window instead of at her. She would never be able to get off like this.  

She pushed him off her. "Just go Peter. Your mind is clearly somewhere else" 

He nodded affirmatively, stumbling into his suit. "I'm sorry, MJ... I love you?" 

He said it like a fucking question! A fucking question! "Mmm" is all she mouthed as he jumped out the window and into the city.

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Peter returned early the next morning, damn near to collapsing of exhaustion. He defeated Electro and Scorpion swiftly, but stayed out on patrol overnight. He felt like MJ didn't want to be around him anymore. Like she hated him. He couldn't face the awkwardness of the spending time with her straight away. 

The apartment was dead. MJ wasn't even in the bed. The only thing in the apartment was her wedding ring. Peter sat down on the bed and held it in his fingers. He hated himself. Not for losing MJ, but because he didn't really care that he did. 

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MJ woke up wrapped in two powerful arms, cum still leaking from her well fucked pussy. "Good morning, beautiful" her lover chirped. She rolled over in his arms to be face to face with him.  

"Good morning, Mister Wayne" she purred back, lightly, and more importantly lovingly, kissing him. She rubbed his chest, "Thank you for last night, it's been a while since I've felt... wanted" 

He pulled her tight, "I'm willing to make you feel like that for the rest of your life, Mary Jane" he kissed her once again, this time rolling on top of her ready for round two. 

Or more accurately, round 7.  

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