Petermj Headcanon Smut

Phone Sex

"Hey," MJ sighs as she sits on the bench next to the window overlooking the crowded New York City skyline. Peter has gone away for the weekend on some trip so she is left alone in their apartment overlooking the East River. She hates being away from Peter, even if just for only a night or two. She constantly craves his touch and there is nothing she wants more than to just sleep in his arms. They are one of the few places where she feels safe.

"Hi, babe," Peter yawns. "How are you doing at home?"

She sighs once more, "Good I guess. I miss you a lot, though. How is your trip?" He goes on about how he is bored, but the scenery in Baltimore is so beautiful, especially on the Inner Harbor because of how different it is compared to New York.

"But enough about me," he laughs. "Tell me about your day. What did you do? What did you wear? Tell me everything, love."

MJ smirks, though Peter doesn't know that, as she thinks about what she is wearing. "I spent all day just missing you," she says coyly. "But, if you want to know what I'm wearing... well, I guess I'll just have to tell you." The seduction is apparent as Peter eagerly agrees for her to tell him about her latest outfit.

"I'm wearing this old worn out shirt. The big kind that you always love with the hole in it. But what's really great is knowing what I'm wearing underneath it." By the time she finishes her sentence, her voice is barely above a whisper. She can feel Peter getting turned on already, his breathing raggedly coming through the phone.

"Keep going," he says. "What... are... you... wearing?"

MJ knows she has him whipped so she drags it out, wanting to make the most of it. "Underneath," she starts, "is the red lace teddy you bought me. The one with the plunging neckline that goes down JUST far enough. The one you say also makes my tits look bigger than normal."

"Keep going," he pants, already seeming to get himself off just by MJ's voice.

"I will," she taunts, "but not until you tell me how it's making you feel."

"My cock is so hard just imagining you," Peter moans. "I'm rubbing my shaft up and down. You make me so hard, baby, I'm so hard for you. I want to come so badly."

She smiles to herself, "Good. Now, I'm removing my teddy. Oh, it's on the floor. I can feel the air against my hard nipples. I'm placing my hands on them and I can feel how hard they are, Peter."

"God. Tell me more. Tell me anything."

"I want your mouth on my tits. I want you to suck them, hard. And I want you to mark your territory over my body. Moving from my chest," she moans, throwing her own head back in pleasure, "to my clit. I can feel where you would touch me and love me. I want you to lick me clean, baby."

"Fuck," Peter pants, barely able to hold himself together. "MJ, I need this. Please... Keep going!"

"Okay," she pants, also almost near her climax. "I'm inserting my fingers into my pussy, one by one. I wish you could feel me the way I feel myself. I'm imagining you here, licking my pussy lips, your tongue pushing against my clitoris while you explore me. I can feel you against my skin, and.. AND," she screams as her back arches in the chair and she is instantly filled with more pleasure than ever before.

She hears Peter's scream through the speaker as well, followed by a slew of expletives. "Baby, what's wrong?" MJ questions Peter.

Squeamishly, he replies, "Babe, I kinda busted. There is cum everywhere. All over everything. Babe, it's bad." She sits back and chuckles, knowing that Peter can't control himself when thinking about her. She tries to imagine the scene, Peter frantically trying to clean up his phone screen and the floor and chair around him. He also tries to remain so reserved, but there is a definite freak underneath the surface and MJ craves his beast side more than anything.

She may miss him, but she knows that when he returns home tomorrow, she'll be in for a rough night... the beast is coming out of its cage once more.