Author's Notes: it felt like he was missing out on the loving in the C&C mythos, hence this new collection. I may reupload some old ones from our spidey-verse here but it will mostly be new material like this. Hope you enjoy

"I just feel like being naughty tonight" Mary-Jane Watson said with a wink. She was laid across his bed wearing a tight blue t-shirt with I heart Spiderman scrawled across, and thin black panties. God he loved her.

MJ smirked, witnessing the proportionate speed of a spider as Peter Parker stripped. She licked her lips when she saw his erection. In seconds he was on top of her, pinning her down beneath him. She moaned as his hands went to her chest.

She moaned as he grasped her breasts, roughly squeezing her large boobs. Her legs lifted, clamping her bare thighs to his sides. He retaliated by gripping those instead, rubbing her smooth pale skin speedily.

Then his hands slid up to her waist and gripped the hem of her shirt. He slowly rolled it up and over her head, discarding it on the floor. Her heaving breasts were already bursting out of her tight bra. He unclasped the thin clothing anyway, tossing it aside as well.

She bit her lip, moaning again, knowing the noise drove him wild. He muttered something she couldn't hear then yanked down her knickers. His eyes washed over the naked sexy redhead beneath him. Nights like this he was forced to reevaluate the meaning of 'Parker luck.'

Slam. MJ's whole body shuddered as his cock slid into her wet entrance. He slowly pulled back again. Smack. He crashed down into her again. This time he was not slow. He pounded into her over and over, his dick thrusting harder and harder into the redhead's pussy.

She moaned louder as his hands brushed down her sides, massaging her hips gently before gripping them tightly and pulling her up to get deeper inside her. Mary-Jane's eyes watered. When Peter fucked her, he fucked her hard. His hands were back on her tits now, kneading them against her chest, then one hand went to her neck.

He had a tight grip on her throat, but he wasn't choking her. His thumb was rubbing against the skin softly while his hand held her head in place. Them his head dived down to meet hers and their lips locked. Now when she moaned, she was moaning into him.

Her hips bucked wildly beneath him as he screwed her. He was so strong, and so passionate. Mary-Jane loved her husband. Tonight he was really losing control: she was a naughty girl though. Neither of them paid it any attention when the bed cracked. Then one of the legs snapped and the bed fell to one side. Both bodies rolled off onto the floor.

MJ was on top now, but she wasn't in control. Peter wasn't going to allow that. Her hips rolled into his as his left hand planted itself on her left butt cheek and pushed down. His hand was still at her neck, squeezing lightly now to egg her on. Mary-Jane didn't need much encouragement.

He thrust up at her, making the redhead tremble, her fingers knotting themselves into his brunette hair. She bit down on her lip, driving him mad, so he drove her harder. She cried out and Peter grinned. She had reached her climax first. It always gave him a sense of pride when he managed that.

Then she pressed her hands to his chest, her pelvic region still erupting and gasped out the word that always got him, without fail. "Jackpot." Peter joined her in orgasm. "Fuck" she muttered over and over again, and he grunted in agreement. Them she fell forwards, slumped on his chest, and his arm instantly wrapped around her. "I love you tiger," she breathed out. "You're okay I guess" he grinned, and she punched him.