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Spider-Man Mayham (AU) Chapter 386: Beach Trip (4) *R18*
🕑 Added 2025-11-05 00:09:07 +0000 UTC[Third Person pov]
Peter stood between Gwen and MJ, wiping the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. “Phew,” he exhaled with a grin, “all in a day’s work.”
Both Gwen and MJ were glistening under the sun, their skin sheened with sunscreen and sweat. Their bodies twitched with little aftershocks of pleasure, muscles still trembling from the intensity of what had just happened.
“Fuuuck…” Gwen whimpered, her voice barely above a whisper. She rested a hand over her pelves, trying to steady her breathing. “That’s totally unfair. I can’t even feel my legs right now.”
MJ had an arm draped across her forehead, her chest rising and falling in uneven rhythm. “I feel like every nerve in my body’s been fried,” she said between panting breaths, a weak smile tugging at her lips.
Peter rubbed the back of his neck, trying—and failing—to suppress his smug expression. “Aw, shucks, guys,” he said, grinning ear to ear. “If you keep praising me like that, even I might start blushing.”
Both girls shot him a glare. He took it with pride, chuckling as he clapped his hands together. “So! Who’s ready to go swimming?”
Felicia, the first to recover, groaned and pushed herself upright, her hair a wild silver mess. “Didn't you already go for a swim. With how much pussy juice we let out its a miracle you didn't drown”
“Jesus Christ Felicia” Peter said being left completely flabbergasted, he knew he was brazen but still.
She only giggled at his reaction, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear. “What?” she teased innocently, then leaned in to give him a quick kiss on the cheek before sauntering off toward the shoreline. “Anyway, thanks to you, I’m all hot and bothered. I’m going to cool off.”
“Same…” Gwen muttered, raising her arms toward him like a sleepy child. “Pick me up.”
Peter couldn’t help but laugh. He bent down and scooped her up effortlessly in a princess carry, earning a delighted squeak from her. Then, with a mischievous grin, he reached down with one arm, taking a hold of her hand, and hoisted her onto his back. She giggled, wrapping her arms around his shoulders as he lifted them both off the sand.
The three of them made their way toward the ocean, joining Harry and the others who were already wading in the shallows. The cool waves lapped at their feet as the sound of laughter and splashing filled the air. Their long-awaited beach day had officially begun.
Peter guided little Aria by the hand through the water, her cheeks puffed with determination as she kicked her legs rapidly.
Lizzy soon returned from the shore with a bright beach ball, tossing it into the group.
The game began in earnest. They dove and splashed, laughing as the ball bounced between them each one diving after it as if it was life for death. Each successful hit sent someone sputtering or slipping under a wave,.
“I got it! I got it!” Felicia called out, diving dramatically—only to miss the ball by a hair’s breadth. She surfaced with a frustrated groan, slamming her hand against the water. “Darn it!”
Everyone burst into laughter.
Soon, they escalated to a shoulder-riding competition. Gwen perched triumphantly on Peter’s shoulders, while MJ and Felicia took turns balancing on one another. Aria floated nearby in her donut ring, spinning lazily with sunglasses on, looking smug as a tiny queen overseeing her court.
Their laughter carried over the water until Lizzy emerged, carrying Harry over her shoulders. “You know,” Harry muttered, cheeks red, “this is kinda embarrassing…”
“Man up,” Lizzy teased, grinning wickedly. “I’m tired of losing. You’re gonna help me reclaim my honor!”
“Right,” he sighed, resigned to his fate as everyone burst into another fit of laughter.
…
MJ was diving low beneath the water, conjuring the construct of a snorkel. She was exploring the ocean floor where she found a shell she really liked and rose with it on her hand. The snorkel dispersed before she broke the surface and she swam over to Peter to show him.
“Look, isn't it pretty?” She said, showing him, “I think I'm going to take this home as a souvenir."
She looked up at Peter as he chuckled, her eyes sparkled as she asked, “Do you think we'll be able to find some real treasure here if we look hard enough?”
Peter grinned as he swam closer and wrapped his arm around her waist, “I don't need to look too hard to find treasure, I already found one right here”
MJ's cheek turned red as she pursed her lips, “Okay that was so cheesy, I totally set you up for that one”
“Come on, don't pretend you didn't like it~” Peter said as he leaned his head down, MJ was just giggling within in his arms
“No comment, but you were being pretty corny tiger” MJ muttered softly against Peter's mouth as she held her arms over his shoulders.
They both kissed as they were surrounded by the clear blue ocean. When they both broke the kiss they both made a face as they wince and simultaneously said, “Salty…”
They chuckled as they resumed back to kissing. Peter was simply unable to keep his hands off of her, his hands slid down her waist, grabbing a fist full of cheeks, which almost spilled out from his hands.
MJ looked up at him with pout and pulled at his cheeks in a chastising manner, “Don't be so rough grabbing by butt…”
“Sorry I can't help myself” Peter said with an apologetic grin.
MJ sighed as she dropped her shell, “What am I going to do with you tiger” She placed a hand over Peter's as it was still over her butt, “Gently” She breathed as she made him cup her right cheek, “I'm not going anywhere”
“Fuck… Come here” Peter said as he carried her behind a formation of rocks, where they would be hidden from view.
MJ had her back braced against the rock wall and was looking up towards Peter without tilting her head, she smirked seductively as she said, “Bringing me to a secluded location where no one could see us, I can't help but wonder what you're planning to do with me?”
Peter groaned as she looked at him with ‘Fuck me’ eyes. “You know exactly what you're doing to me when you give me that look” He said, leaning over her one arm above her head, trapping her with him.
MJ giggled, she had a hand braced over his glistening peck before biting her lower lip sensually, “Maybe…”
Peter ran one hand down her thigh and lifted her leg as he kissed, their kissing became rougher, more passionate with each second that passed.
Peter was raining kisses down her salty skin, his mouth and tongue lingered around her neck as she moaned and arched her body more onto him.
“Don't hold back Tiger.” MJ moaned softly against his ear, her breath warm making his spine tingle, “I want this just as much as you do”
Peter's fingers dig into MJ's thigh as she wraps it around his waist, the heat between them intensifying with every ragged breath. His lips leave a trail of fire down her neck, tasting the salt from the humid air mixed with her skin's natural sweetness. When he nips at the sensitive spot below her ear, she gasps sharply-her free hand clutching at the back of his shirt.
"Fuck... you have no idea what you do to me,"
Peter growls, the words rumbling deep in his chest as he grinds against her. The thick wall of muscle presses her back harder against the rough stone, the friction making her skin prickle with sensation.
MJ's fingers make quick work of Peter's trunks, sliding them down just enough for his cock to spring free, thick and heavy against her stomach. She lets out a low moan as she wraps her hand around him, her thumb swiping over the slick tip.
"God, I love how you feel," she breathes, her other hand still clutching at his back for balance as he grinds against her. The friction of his skin against hers sends shivers through her body. His breath comes in ragged bursts against her neck as she works him with her hand, slow at first, then picking up speed when she feels him twitch in her grip.
Peter's fingers hook into MJ's bikini bottoms, pulling them aside with practiced ease. He groans as his tip drags through her wetness, the heat between her thighs making his cock throb. He teases her entrance with slow circles, relishing the way she arches into him, her breath catching as he rubs against her clit.
"You feel incredible," he murmurs against her neck, his lips brushing her skin as he speaks. His free hand grips her hip possessively, holding her steady as he teases her mercilessly.
MJ moans, her fingers digging into his back.
"Stop teasing," she pants, rocking her hips to try and take him inside her. His hands tighten on her hips as he finally pushes inside, just an inch at first, drawing out the stretch and the slow burn of penetration. MJ's head falls back against the rock wall with a gasp, her nails scraping down his back as he fills her.
"Fuck... Pete," she breathes, her body adjusting to his size. The sting fades quickly into pleasure as he bottoms out inside her, his pelvis pressing flush against hers. She can feel every inch of him inside her, hot and thick and perfect.
He gives her a moment to adjust before starting to move, shallow thrusts at first that make her whimper.
Peter's thrusts start slow and deep, each one pressing MJ harder against the rough stone wall.
The scrape of the rock against her back is nothing compared to the way his cock fills her completely, stretching her in the best possible way. Her slickness makes each movement slick and easy, her inner walls clamping around him as he drags himself out before slamming back in.
"Oh god," she moans, her head thrashing against the wall as he fucks her in earnest now. Every stroke sends intense pleasure coiling through her body, building and tightening with every second.
Her fingers clutch at his shoulders, her nails digging in as he picks up speed, his hips snapping forward with more force each time. Her body moves with him, meeting his thrusts with little upward jerks of her own hips, taking him even deeper. The sounds of their bodies coming together echo through the small alcove-wet, rhythmic slaps mingled with MJ's breathy moans and Peter's growls. Sweat glistens on his chest, mixing with the salt from the air as he braces one hand above her head on the rock wall, the other gripping her hip to pull her onto him during every powerful thrust.
"You feel so good," he groans, his words rough as he fucks her. His eyes burn into hers, dark with desire as he watches her face contort with pleasure. MJ's body trembles as Peter drives into her, her muscles quivering around his cock as she climbs closer to the edge. The hot friction between them intensifies with every thrust, her juices coating his shaft and dripping down her thighs. Her breathing comes in short, ragged gasps as he hits that perfect spot inside her, making her vision blur with pleasure.
"I'm so close," she whimpers, her back arching off the wall as he pistons into her. The rough stone scrapes against her sensitive skin, but the discomfort only adds to the overwhelming bliss consuming her body. Her fingernails leave red marks on his shoulders as she grips him tighter, her body begging for release. Peter can feel MJ tightening around him, her inner walls fluttering in the first signs of her climax. He grits his teeth as the pulses against his cock threaten to send him over the edge too soon.
"Come for me," he growls, dropping his mouth to her shoulder and biting down gently. The sting combined with his relentless thrusts pushes MJ past the point of no return.
She cries out as her orgasm crashes over her, her body convulsing as waves of intense pleasure radiate through her. Her walls clench around him rhythmically, milking his cock as he fucks her through it. Peter groans loudly, the feel of her squeezing him almost too much to bear.
"Fuck, MJ." Her tight walls squeezing his cock send him over the edge in an instant. He thrusts deep and holds himself inside her as he comes, his entire body tensing as pleasure rips through him. MJ moans his name as she feels him pulsing inside her, his release hot and thick filling her up as he rides out his climax.
His breathing comes in ragged bursts against her neck as he slowly stills, his weight pressing her against the rock wall. She can feel him twitching inside her, feel the last few pulses of his orgasm as he kisses along her damp shoulder. For a long moment, they just stay like that-connected, catching their breaths.
They look at each other with love before their lips clash
