Petermj Headcanon Smut

Soft Smut

As hard as it was for MJ to express the way that she felt, it was even more difficult for her to allow herself to become vulnerable. But when she was with Peter, she wanted to lay all her vulnerabilities out in the open. She wanted him to see every single piece of her, no matter how broken. The wedding had been a complete disaster, that she already knew was inevitably going happen. However, what she didn't know was going to occur was that Peter would publicly declare that he loved her after essentially telling her family that they were worthless and that no matter how fake they pretended to be, their true colors would always shine through.

She never expected anyone to love her, let alone Peter Fucking Parker. I mean, how could anyone love someone who only shuts people out and is callous and cruel at times? She always just expected him to run away like everyone else once he found out the truth about her. Yet there he was: that doe-eyed innocent boy she had admired all through high school and even into college. He sat across from her, dreamily looking over her body while they sat in silence, neither of them knowing what to say first.

Finally, after an eternity, she whispered, barely audible, "I love you too, Parker." He looked at her in disbelief, blinking a few times, before asking her if she really had admitted that she loved him. She nervously chuckled, and reaffirmed that had indeed admitted that she loved him.

In typical Peter fashion, he nervously asked her, "Is it alright if I try something? You can always say no if you don-" and before he could say anything, she closed the gap between the two of them and carefully pressed her lips to his. He smiled into the kiss and gingerly reached for the zipper of her dress, unzipping with a delicacy she never knew he had possessed. She helped guide him down the small of her back before shimmying the dress down and letting it pool on the ground.

Peter sits back and lets out a small gasp. "You're wearing the lingerie again," he notes, breathless just after getting one glimpse of her beauty. She smiles and blushes, turning her cheek away from him and burying it in her shoulder. She is unsure as to why she is suddenly so shy about Peter seeing her in lingerie as he saw her wearing the same lingerie just the night before.

He reaches forward to pull of the black item, yet pauses and glances to her for permission. She nods and he pulls it off of her. He sits back and shakes his head in amazement. "You are just so beautiful," he breathes. He moves toward her once more and begins peppering her with kisses, gingerly at first then with a growing hunger as he moves from her neck down to her shoulder and eventually her breasts. There he stops for a moment before placing his mouth around her tit and sucking hard, causing her to grasp at the sheets and moan out his name softly, which only causes him to suck harder and nip at her breasts. She can feel them becoming swollen and bruised but she encourages Peter to keep going.