Spider-Man Mayham (AU) Chapter 206: Peter and Felicia (2) *slight R18*

[Third Person's PoV] 


A week and a day later on a Saturday afternoon: 


Peter sat cross-legged on the floor at the foot of Felicia’s bed, while she lay sprawled across the bed, one arm lazily reaching down to toy with his hair. They shared the quiet, soft light of the movie on the screen, casting flickering shadows around them.


Peter leaned back to look up at her, his brow arched in curiosity. “Are you sure you want to spend our time together indoors?” he asked, a gentle smile tugging at his lips. “I’d have thought you’d want to go out. Do something… exciting?”


Felicia rolled her eyes, her fingers tracing little circles along his neck as she smirked. “For the billionth time, Parker,” she teased, leaning closer until their faces were mere inches apart. “There’s nothing wrong with spending time together like this. Not every date has to be extravagant.” She pressed her cheek to his, planting a soft kiss on his jaw. “Sometimes a slow movie night with you is all a girl needs.” Her eyes twinkled with a playful glint. “Besides… I’m kind of grounded for skipping a few classes.”


“Fine, fair point,” Peter admitted, though he tilted his head skeptically at the screen. “But… do we really have to be watching *Titanic*?”


Felicia gasped theatrically, placing her hands on either side of his face. “First of all, you’ve never seen it before, which is insane! It’s a must-watch. And second,” she added with a grin, “it’s the ultimate date movie. We can’t skip it.”


Peter gave her an amused look. “Kat… it’s not even nighttime.”


“And that matters how?”


He sighed, resigning himself to her enthusiasm. “Alright, alright… though I still don’t get the point. I already know how it ends. They hit an iceberg. What’s the point of watching if you already know how it’s gonna go?”


…


As Jack slipped beneath the icy waters, Peter was practically yelling at the screen, eyes brimming with tears. “Make room! Don’t let him drown! You can make room!” he cried, voice hoarse with disbelief.


Felicia burst into laughter, her head falling back as she lay on the bed upside down, her hair spilling over the edge, her whole body shaking with amusement. “This is *exactly* why I wanted you to watch it!” she managed to say between fits of laughter.


Peter glared at her through watery eyes, wiping his face with the back of his hand. “You’re evil, you know that?” he muttered.


With a mischievous smile, Felicia slid off the bed and gracefully landed on Peter’s lap, wrapping her arms around his neck. She held his face tenderly, planting a soft kiss on his lips as she whispered, “There, does that make you feel better?”


Peter cracked a grin. “All I’m really tempted to say now is ‘Paint me like one of your French girls,’ but I don’t think that would make any sense here.”


Felicia snorted, her laugh ringing out as she shook her head. “No, I don’t think it would, but points for trying.” She leaned in to kiss him again, lingering a moment longer this time before drawing back. “And what does this make you want to say?”


Peter’s grin widened. “That I’m the king of the world.”


“Oh, you sly dog,” she chuckled, her lips hovering barely an inch from his.


Peter slipped his hands around her waist, pulling her closer. “Spider, actually. A sly spider.”


Felicia rolled her eyes, though the smirk on her face betrayed her amusement. She let her hands trace along his jaw, then back into his hair as she kissed him again, their movements growing slower, more tender, each kiss a little deeper than the last.


Her fingers drifted down to the collar of his shirt, and without a second thought, she gripped the fabric and tore it open, letting her gaze wander over his toned chest. She tilted her head, purring in satisfaction. “Mama likey,” she murmured, clearly enjoying the view.


Peter just looked at her, deadpan. “One, that was my favorite shirt. Two, I didn’t bring a spare.”


Felicia tried her best to look innocent, her lips pressing into a playful pout. “Oops?” she said in a high-pitched voice. “Sorry, got a little too excited.” Then, a teasing glint lit her eyes as she traced a finger over his lips. “How about this… I’ll let you rip mine? What do you say?”


Peter chuckled, shaking his head as he gave her a look of mock exasperation. “I’d say we’re wasting perfectly good clothes…”


Felicia rolled her eyes, grabbed his hand, and placed it on her chest, arching an eyebrow. “How about now? Anything you’d like to say?”


Peter couldn’t help the grin that spread across his face. “Two things… honka honka,” he said, giving her a playful squeeze.


She let out a laugh, brushing her hair back before lifting her own shirt over her head, leaving her in just her jeans and a sleek black bra. With a smirk, she turned around, leaning her back against his chest and guiding his arms to wrap around her waist. She let out a contented sigh, closing her eyes. “You know… I bet sex is great and all, but sometimes, just cuddling like this… skin to skin… is hard to beat.”


Peter’s arms tightened around her, and he leaned his chin over her shoulder, his fingers softly tracing patterns over her toned stomach. The warmth of her body against his felt comforting, grounding. He closed his eyes, breathing her in as they simply sat there, letting the soft murmur of the movie’s credits drift over them, fading into the background as they melted into each other’s embrace. 


Neither spoke, both wrapped in the simple, wordless connection between them. In that quiet, peaceful moment, everything felt perfectly still, perfectly right.


Peter kissed her cheeks, making her smile softly, which caused her to hold his head slightly. Peter then trailed down to her neck, which caused her breathing to quicken, she closed her eyes and savored the feeling Peter was giving her. 


“Ahhh~” She moaned slightly as she felt Peter began to suck on her neck, she giggled as she moved her head, “I'm ticklish~” 


She then breathlessly opened her mouth arching her back as Peter’s hands entered her bra, cupping her breast. 


“Ahhhh~ Pete” She moaned as felt Peter bite her neck and pinch her nipples at the same time. 


As she felt his kisses and bite travel down her neck and collarbone, she undid her jean button and opened her zipper. 


Peter traveled back up kissing her neck, then her cheek, he freed one hand to move her face to his, “We aren't going too fast are we?”


Felicia was breathing heavily as kissed his lips, “I like fast” she said in between their kisses, “There's nothing wrong with fast” 


Their heads moved with their kisses, they had their foreheads pressed together, their breathing heavy, “Plus, Fast is totally like your thing” 


Felicia’s green eyes stared at his creamy hazel ones. She went and bit softly on his lips, pulling them, “Don't make me beg” 


Peter gained a small smile as he lifted an eyebrow, “Now you're making me want to make you” 


“Then Make me,” She whispered sensually


Peter then whispered by her ear, “Fine, but you asked for this” 


Peter’s other hand snaked down her stomach into her opened pants, they slid down into her underwear causing Felicia to gasp. 


She leaned her head back onto his shoulders as she closed her eyes and softly moaned as Peter’s hand began to move. Her hips softly buckled and shifted under his hand while he began kissing her neck once more. 


“Oh God Peter~ oh God! This is so good… It's better than when I do it on my own” She muttered, reaching behind her and holding his face. 


“Oh? You naughty girl” Peter whispered, biting into her ear, “So you've played with yourself huh, now I'm curious what you thought about?”


Felicia bit her lips as she gripped his thighs tightly in, “Before meeting and getting to know you, I would just watch some videos… Online” 


Peter increased the speed of his hands movement causing Felicia’s breath to shutter as she muttered curses under her breath. 


“And then?” Peter asked as he began to play with her nipples as well. 


She gulped, “You were all I think about–” 


Peter could feel when she was close so he slowed down, he teased her and when she was close once more slowed down, 


“I imagined it was you… That it was only us.” She moaned softly, “For the love of God Peter, please just make me cum already. Stop slowing down when I'm about to hit my climax you're driving me crazy” 


“Then Beg” Peter teased. 


“You Mother Fucker” She muttered with a breathy chuckle. 


“That I am…” 


Felicia chuckled before muttering, “Fine, you want me to beg, then I'll beg” 


She moved her butt back sandwiching Peter's erection between her cheeks, she grinned herself on his tool while muttering, “Please Peter~ I need it. I need you mmhmm~ I needed it badly, I'm losing my mind, Hnn~ I beg of you make me so I can't live without any part of you inside of me~ Uhhhh~~” 


“Ahhhhh~!” Felicia exclaimed, thrusting her head back as she shuttered, her toes curling, while her claws on her fingers shot out, her eyes rolling to the back of her head. The lights began to flicker on and off while things began to fall off from her shelf, her light bulb suddenly grew brighter before it popped with the sound of glass shattering. Her bad luck magic activated on its own and gets out of control as she wasn't able to control her powers. 


When it was finally over Felicia was huffing and gasping for air, “I don't think I ever made such a noise on my own” She chuckled.