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Hey queen of spideychelle nsfw headcannons/fics 💦. You don’t have to write it but may I suggest some spideychelle kinky car sex 😈

ahem. yes you may. what a lovely way to ask. i love nice, polite anons. NICE POLITE ANONS GET KINKY SPIDEYCHELLE SEX. boom. obviously this has sensitive content.

mj’s clunky, 1997 honda is not the world’s greatest car. prudence, the car’s name is prudence yes, does the job, though. she gets mj from point a to point b and that’s all she really needs from a car. besides, she’s a high school student in new york. its a miracle she even has a car.

so to the students of Midtown high, mj’s shitty 1997 honda is a mercedes.

she drives friends to and from places and its a novelty to not have to wait for the subway. she drives herself to school and everyone is shocked when she pulls in with her prudence because Michelle Jones has a freakin’ car. she was already a badass before prudence, but prudence really ups the stakes of her awesome.

the best part about prudence, though, is that she is perfect for makeout sessions. mj doesn’t have to worry about people bursting into her bedroom while she’s trying to nibble kisses on peter’s neck. privacy, for a teenager, is a hot commodity.

and peter likes the privacy that prudence offers just as much as mj does. because he’s a weird, easily embarrassed noob. and the few times someone has caught them kissing he’s been unable to look her in the eye for several days after. which isn’t conducive to her life.

it’s a wonder, really, that they’ve even had sex. what with peter blushing and fumbling around her whenever things get even a touch awkward.

but, in prudence, peter doesn’t feel any pressure. she knows he doesn’t. so sex with peter parker in her car is always the best kind of sex. he’s a superhero with no inhibitions that loves to make her cum. what kind of a strange, awesome sentence is that?

car sex is the best.

the problem with car sex is that peter isn’t always eager to have it. it feels public, he’s always saying. like anybody could walk by the car and see his head between her legs as she scrambling to grab on to anything to center herself.

so she makes car sex a night thing. so that people won’t just look in the car and see. they’ll really have to look. and if people are so interested in what’s happening in her car that she has to peer in than they have other problems.

but even that adjustment doesn’t make him eager to fuck her sideways in her car. he’s go so many anxieties about the public thing.

which is why MJ likes to get him mad. really mad. if she can piss peter off and get him to take out his anger in hot, angry sex…really, its a win-win for both of them. it’s almost a public service. because peter is always in a better mood after sex. and your friendly neighborhood spider-man is a better public servant if he’s in a good mood, ie. he’s gotten laid.

so she makes it her life goal to piss peter parker off. NOT an easy task, okay?? he’s the human equivalent of a happy puppy. maybe some kind of lab.

the most sure fire way she’s learned to get him there is to flirt with flash thompson. which is what she does. as often as possible. its always uncomfortable for flash who doesn’t know how to respond to her advances when everybody knows she’s with peter. but the best is peter. he watches on, eyes piercing, and his whole body goes rigid.

today, she’s laying it on extra thick. she watched the episode of BSG the night before where apollo and starbuck fight in the ring. and she’s been itching ever since.

mj even briefly touches flash’s shoulder. which peter intercepts and grabs his girlfriend’s hand in the middle of decathlon practice. he shakes his head and announces to no in particular, “nope.” flash snickers and manages a somewhat clever retort, “jealous parker?” somewhat being a low standard.

but peter isn’t having it. he shoots flash the nastiest look and starts to pull mj from the gym. abe calls after them that practice isn’t over but mj can tell he isn’t listening. and she’s thrumming with excitement. its tingling down to her toes.

he notices her smirk and scoffs, “that shit isn’t cute, mj.” “aw, peter,” she purrs, “you do care.” he squints at her and decides, “where is your car?”

and she’s shocked. he usually doesn’t want to go at it this early in the day. its daylight out. that’s his no-go. that’s his people could see rhetoric. it’s so unlike peter.

she must gape for a moment too long because he repeats, “mj. where. is. prudence?” she gulps and answers, “the back lot.” he doesn’t reply to that, just turns them around and starts to tug her toward the back lot.

see, usually peter isn’t like this. usually he lets it weigh on his mind a little longer, her purposeful flirting. he doesn’t lose his cool in decathlon. and when practice is over and its darker, he makes his move.

but this is bold. blatant, too. everyone in practice has to know at the very least they’re going to go and smash faces. flash thompson is a weird sort of foreplay for them.

he takes a quick look both ways when they get at her car and then opens her back door for her. she stares at him. so he speaks, “get in the freakin’ car, mj.” her lips curl deliciously wide, “this car?” he raises an eyebrow, “really? you’re gonna do this?” she shrugs one shoulder flirty, “maybe.”

so peter nudges her in the car, giving her a tap on the ass. she bites her lip and figures she doesn’t need to be told twice. she crawls in the car and turns around. peter climbs in behind her and slams the door shut. he looms over her, nudging her legs apart so he can be between them, and then, he kisses her.

its not a sweet kiss. its dirty and wild. and in broad-fucking-daylight. he gets a hand clutching the back of her neck with the slightest, sweetest pressure. it goes straight to her core.

she moans into his mouth and peter yanks her thigh so she’s no longer sitting but instead is flat on her back. he fits his hips between hers and rolls up against her. she can feel the car shake.

and mj is one of the only midtown students with a car. people are gonna know its her. and she’s dating peter. so it won’t be that much of a stretch to figure out the second party.

also, she’s moaning into his kisses. which may help amateur detectives crack the case.

peter slides his hand down her neck and between her breasts. and then further. the friction between them as he snaps his hips against hers is maddening. his hands going straight down into her jeans is killer. mj squeaks as he wastes no time sticking his fingers inside of her. usually he has more finesse about this. he’s gentler, softer and waits to warm her up more. but he doesn’t want any of that now. she can tell. he just wants to get her off as many times as possible.

and that’s an agenda she can support.

“peter,” she sobs and he bites her lip. hard enough that she hisses. his fingers are sliding in and out of her faster and faster. making his hand slick with her wetness. it pools in her panties. and he’s not fingering her to tease her. he’s working her over with an end goal in sight.

her eyes flutter open and sunlight shines in. the fact that she’s in her car in daylight sends her over the edge. he doesn’t smother her mouth with a kiss as she cums. he lets her scream his name. he wants people to know who exactly is making her car shake.

she barely has time to recover, its all happening so fast, before he’s yanking her jeans and panties off and unzipping his own pants. she’s faint from her first orgasm and whimpers, “let me return the favor.” “later,” he growls, “i wanna be inside you.” and fuck. she wants that, too, okay? like, she really wants that.

he snakes his dick out of his boxers and pushes himself inside of her in one fluid motion. her head snaps back and she lets loose a cry. five minutes ago she was in decathlon practice. now she’s in her car in the back lot in daylight being pounded to oblivion by her boyfriend. what a weird day.

as he sets a punishing pace, mj lets lose a guttural whine with each snap of his hips. peter lets her noises fill the car for only a minute before he offers her his fingers to suck on. the fingers that were inside of her.

she tastes tangy and salty. and its strangely erotic. so she sucks on his fingers like he’s offered her a god damn present and moans around them. his eyes darken and he angles his hips upward to get deeper inside of her.

her eyes roll back. heaven is here in the backseat of her crappy 1997 honda.

peter fucks her. hard and dirty. she’s not sure how else to describe it.

and when she cums, she sees white. beautiful, warm white light. it shoots through her and her legs clamp around his waist, milking him for every drop. she cries around his fingers and her whole body shakes. desperate to cling to this moment for as long as it can manage.

when she collapses, absolutely spent, peter follows after her. a strangled cry of his own. and then the car is silent.

he takes his fingers from her mouth and she runs her fingers through her hair, just at the nape of his neck. “i’m sorry,” he finally mumbles, “i was rough with you.” she’s breathless, “yea you were…but don’t be sorry.” “i broke our no daytime sex in the car rule.” “you made that dumbass rule, not me.” it was almost thrilling, doing it in the daytime.

“everyone is gonna know what we came out here to do,” he settles on. she turns her face to kiss his cheek, “well…since they already know…might as well….”

and mj, with a few moments of great difficulty (because prudence is not a large car), turns peter on to his back. she can already feel his member rising to attention again. and figures, decathlon practice was pretty much over already anyway. she might as well enjoy this.

and she does. actually. correction. they both do.

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