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Spider-Man Mayham (AU) Chapter 358: Worship (1) *R18*
🕑 Added 2025-09-09 21:02:03 +0000 UTC[Third Person POV]
“Actually, I have one last outfit I wanted to try on, and this one comes with a little extra surprise,” Felicia said with a playful grin before leaning down to give Peter a quick, teasing peck on the lips.
“Oh? Another surprise?” Peter tilted his head, smirking. “Don’t tell me this one requires another song?” he teased as she gracefully hopped off his lap.
“Nope,” Felicia answered, tossing her hair back with deliberate flair. She threw him a sultry wink over her shoulder. “This one is just for you to sit back and enjoy the show~.”
Peter chuckled under his breath, unable to resist. As she sashayed away, he reached out and delivered a cheeky slap to her backside.
“Ah!” Felicia yelped, spinning her head around to give him a mock glare. The corners of her mouth twitched, betraying her amusement, before she rolled her eyes and disappeared into the closet.
Peter leaned back on the bed, listening to the faint rustle of fabric as she rummaged through hangers and boxes. “So what’s the mystery outfit this time?” he called out.
Inside, Felicia’s voice came muffled but tinged with a nervous laugh. “Alright… this one is actually a bit more embarrassing than I realized. Just—give me a second, okay? Almost done.”
Peter’s brow arched. His curiosity grew stronger with each passing sound. He had to actively resist the itch of temptation, fighting down the urge to use his X-ray vision just for a sneaky peek. The thought alone made him chuckle to himself.
“Okay…” Felicia finally said, her voice a mixture of sheepishness and anticipation. “I’m ready. Are you?”
Peter sat up straighter, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Bring it home, fashionista.”
The door creaked open slowly, deliberately. Peter’s smirk froze. His entire body stiffened as his jaw unhinged and his phone slipped right out of his hands, clattering against the floor. His wide eyes drank in the sight before him, his mouth hanging open like he’d forgotten how to breathe.
Felicia leaned lazily against the closet frame, her figure practically glowing under the soft bedroom light. What she wore barely counted as clothing—a micro-bikini, little more than a series of glossy strings barely containing her curves. But that wasn’t what shattered Peter’s composure.
What truly struck him silent were the finishing touches: a sleek black cat tail swishing hypnotically from her tailbone, and a pair of twitching cat ears perched playfully atop her head.
Felicia tilted her head, the ears flicking at the faintest sound, before arching her back against the doorframe like a cat stretching in the sun. A throaty purr escaped her lips. “So, Tiger…” she whispered, her voice sultry and amused, “what do you think? Do you like what you see?”
Peter tried to speak, but all that escaped was a whimper, his throat constricting as his brain short-circuited.
Felicia giggled, strutting toward him with deliberate slowness, each sway of her hips practically weaponized. She stopped just in front of him and bent slightly, her gloved fingers curling against his cheek. Her gaze locked onto his, sharp yet playful. “What’s the matter?” she purred. “Cat got your tongue~?”
Peter could only nod rapidly, cheeks burning.
Felicia laughed again, a melody of delight, before lightly booping his nose with a clawed fingertip. “You know, Tiger… you’re unexpectedly cute when you look at me like this. So captivated. So helplessly docile in my hands.” She leaned in close, her breath hot against his ear as her tongue traced along his earlobe. “It can really get a woman going,” she whispered, her voice a dangerous mix of teasing and desire.
Peter’s face turned crimson, his lips pressing into a tight line as if he was holding back a flood of words. Felicia tilted his chin up with her hand, giggling at the heat radiating from his skin. “Your face is so warm~,” she teased. “Am I really exciting you this much?”
A deep sigh tore from Peter’s chest. His hands slid around her waist and down to her firm curves, pulling her closer. His gaze burned into hers, unflinching, his voice dropping low and husky. “Woman… I would worship the very ground you walk upon.”
Felicia’s lips parted, her playful smirk softening into something hotter, needier. Her tail flicked with impatience behind her. “Mmm~ I love the sound of that,” she whispered, her cheeks flushed and her body thrumming with heat. “Then why don’t you show me, Tiger? Show me exactly how you’d worship me.”
“With pleasure” Peter’s grip tightened, his lips lowering to press reverent kisses along the smooth plane of her toned stomach. He looked up at her between each kiss, his eyes burning with devotion and hunger.
Felicia arched, a soft sigh spilling from her lips as her hand slipped into his hair, guiding him closer. Her tail swished wildly, betraying her excitement. “Good boy…” she breathed, her voice breaking into a purr, savoring the way he made her melt.
Felicia’s fingers tightened in Peter’s hair as he trailed soft kisses along her stomach, each one leaving a subtle heat that spread through her body. His lips moved lower, tracing along the curve of her hip, his breath hot against her sensitive skin. The thin fabric of her micro-bikini grew damp beneath her, the need building inside her making her thighs tremble.
“You call this worship, Tiger? This is more like praises” she murmured breathlessly, her tail flicking wildly behind her, betraying how much his touch affected her.
Peter didn’t answer with words—he responded by hooking his finger into the waistband of her bikini and slowly dragging it down.
Felicia’s breath caught as his fingers slipped beneath the fabric, his touch firm yet delicate as he peeled away the last barrier between them. The cool air hit her bare skin, raising goosebumps across her body, but the heat of his breath as he moved closer burned far hotter. His tongue flicked out, tracing a slow, deliberate path along the inside of her thigh, stopping just short of where she ached for him. His hands gripped her hips, holding her steady as he nuzzled against her thigh, inhaling deeply.
“Your scent is intoxicating,” he murmured, voice thick with want.
She shuddered as his hot breath ghosted over her slick folds, the promise of his tongue sending tremors through her body. Then, finally, Peter dragged his tongue through her wetness in one slow, languid stroke. A choked gasp escaped her, her back arching instinctively as pleasure shot through her nerves.
“Fuck… Tiger…” Felicia’s words cracked as he focused on her clit, circling it with deliberate precision. His hands slid up to grip her ass, pulling her closer against his mouth. The vibrations of his growl against her sensitive skin nearly pushed her over the edge already.
“You taste even better than I remember,” he rumbled, his words muffled against her.
His tongue worked expertly, alternating between firm strokes and delicate flicks that had her body quivering in his grasp. Her thighs trembled as he lapped at her folds, his thick fingers kneading the soft flesh of her ass while he feasted on her. Her tail lashed wildly behind her, curling around his wrist in desperate need of something to hold onto as he drove her higher and higher.
“Look at me,” Felicia demanded, her voice raw with need.
Peter obeyed immediately, lifting his gaze up her body. His lips glistened with her arousal, his eyes burning with intensity. She saw the way his pupils dilated, the primal hunger radiating from him as he watched her face contort in pleasure. His hands tightened on her ass, pulling her flush against his mouth as his tongue plunged inside her in one smooth thrust.
A broken cry tore from her throat as her walls clamped around him, her back arching violently.
“Oh god… Peter…” Her fingers twisted painfully in his hair, holding him right where she needed him. His nose nudged her clit as he fucked her with his tongue, his growls vibrating against her oversensitive flesh. The combined heat of his mouth and the rough texture of his tongue was overwhelming.
The pressure built—coiling tighter and tighter in her core as Peter relentlessly worked his mouth against her. His hands gripped her ass with bruising force, holding her steady as he devoured her with single-minded intensity. Felicia’s vision blurred at the edges as pleasure surged to an unbearable crescendo. His tongue thrust inside her, curling just right, while his lips sealed around her clit, sucking with just enough pressure to tip her over.
She came with a shattered cry, her entire body locking up for one glorious second before convulsing against his mouth. Stars exploded behind her eyelids as waves of ecstasy crashed over her. Her fingers pulled at his hair as if anchoring herself through the storm of pleasure.
The flood escaped her in a hot rush, her muscles contracting wildly as Peter lapped at her clit through the shockwaves of her orgasm. His growl rumbled against her oversensitive flesh, muffled but persistent as he drank her down with eager sucks. His grip on her ass turned possessive, holding her in place as he tongue-fucked her through the powerful release.
She panted his name, the sounds raw and broken as pleasure wracked her body. Her nails scraped against his scalp, digging in as her hips bucked helplessly against his mouth. Peter didn’t let up—he drank every last drop, his tongue working circles around her throbbing entrance before dragging upward to swirl around her clit again.
Felicia barely had time to catch her breath before Peter’s hands slid beneath her waist, lifting her effortlessly. His strength sent a thrill through her as he flipped her onto the bed, her body bouncing slightly before settling against the sheets. The motion sent another wave of aftershocks through her oversensitive nerves, making her gasp as her back arched instinctively.
Peter stood at the edge of the bed, his gaze locked onto hers as he reached behind his neck with one hand and in one fluid motion pulled his shirt over his head. The fabric landed forgotten on the floor as his bare torso came into view.
His muscles rippled in the golden afternoon light streaming through the window, his broad chest rising and falling with each heavy breath. A thin sheen of sweat glistened between his pecs, his abdomen tight with restrained desire. Felicia’s gaze traveled down the defined V leading to his waistband, and back up to meet his burning eyes.
He watched her reaction carefully—saw her pupils dilate, her tongue dart out to wet her lips, the way her thighs pressed together in a futile attempt to ease the ache between them. She was still slick with arousal, her body still thrumming from what he had done to her.
“Just so we’re clear” Peter began his expression serious, “You aren't leaving this house with what you just had on”
“Hehe, don't worry Tiger. This is all for your eyes only~” Felicia said with a grin.
“It better be” Peter scoffed as he finished licking his lips, still tasting her on his tongue.
Comments
Ugly
Unrelated: For when his parents (and sister ig) come back, I want him to get upset, to be angry that they didn’t make an effort to contact him and that they went on living while leaving him behind. I don’t want him to just forgive them and start where they left off as if nothing happened.
Bryan Vargas
After the hell of the day Peter got, he deserves it
Green223
Ah another filler sex scene.
