So yesterday, Peter Parker took photos of his ex-girlfriend Mary Jane Watson getting plowed by her new boyfriend. He was told by the Bugle to send photos ASAP.
He didn't. He told them to wait a day. He needed...more. Not for them, of course, but for himself. He had to see who this new boyfriend, if they were a danger to MJ. He did his research and that morning, he arrived to snoop once again.
The morning sun glinted off the crystal-clear water of the penthouse pool. A hot redhead in a red bikini lounged on a sleek, white pool chair, her toned body glowing from the sunlight. The deep crimson top was a triangle style, the fabric barely containing her full breasts, the nipples faintly visible beneath the thin material. The bottoms rode high on her hips, accentuating her round, perky ass, the fabric dipping just enough to tease the cleft between her cheeks.
Peter Parker was not a cuck. This was his ex and this was just him being a photographer. He adjusted the zoom on his camera, his hands trembling slightly as he captured every inch of her breasts. He hated himself for it, but he couldn't stop. He had to make money.
The opposing rooftop had a helicopter pad. Most of the time, it was empty and unused. His building was taller too, so even if Mary Jane or her boyfriend walked to the railing looked toward him, it would be difficult to look up and see him.
Mary Jane herself was sipping a mimosa, her lips wrapping around the rim of the glass in a way that made Peter's stomach twist. She looked relaxed, carefree, completely at ease in her new life. A life that didn't include him.
His cock lurched in pants. Disadvantage of having a healing factor, his balls churned in all the wrong moments.
The sound of the penthouse door sliding open snapped Peter's attention back to the scene. For normal people, the sound wouldn't have made it but right now Peter Parker was tuned in. All senses pushed to eleven. Whenever he needed to take off his costume in alleyways, this was what he did. A trick he learned from Daredevil, actually. He focused intensely and was able to get an accurate reading of his surroundings. Certainly, he wasn't as good as the blind superhero himself but since Peter did have powers, it sufficed.
"There he is," Peter murmured.
Snap, snap.
His name was Feli Faeth. He looked like any other rich, handsome guy; chiseled jaw, perfectly styled hair, a tailored shirt that clung to his broad shoulders. But Peter knew better. He knew what was hiding beneath that polished exterior. And the moment Felix laid eyes on Mary Jane, he didn't hesitate.
"Morning, superstar."
Stretching her lips, already smirking, MJ glanced at her new love. Incidentally, she was completely looking away from Peter now.
"Done all your science-y work?"
"Yep."
So he was a scientist. Just like Peter, except a billion times more successful.
"And the deal?" MJ asked the same way she would ask Peter about his Spider-Man patrols.
"Managed to get the deal done and production is already going. Seems that they internally already agreed and did some spy work. They just wanted to see what kind of guy I was."
"And they loved you?"
Felix smiled. "I think so. What's important is that it will help lots of children in the Middle East."
Wow. Okay, great, just great. So he wasn't even a bad guy, he was one of those wonder scientists that helped the world.
As soon as Felix was close to MJ, Felix was already unbuckling his belt. Peter's heart pounded as he watched, his stomach churning with a mix of jealousy and arousal. Felix's pants dropped to the ground, and there it was—his massive, twelve-inch cock, thick and veiny, already semi-hard. Without a word, he stepped forward and slapped it against Mary Jane's face.
Peter's jaw dropped, his grip tightening on the camera. MJ didn't even flinch. She let that cock slap her face. Casually, like a whore, she stroked his cock with one hand. She stroked and stroked until he was fully hard.
"Good girl..."
Like he owned her, he swung himself on top of her, his balls brushing along her neck and his wonder dick stretching across her face. Mary Jane picked herself up by the elbows, moving back so that the thirteen inch cock pointed at her lips and opened her mouth.
Just like that, she was sucking his dick.
Four inches were getting sucked and the remainder of his cock was getting those double-grip fast strokes. Felix sighed, his hand tangling in her fiery red hair. "Don't want a handjob," Felix said. "I want your throat."
Guess what? MJ obeyed. She didn't say, "Tough luck, tiger" like she did with Peter. The stud guided her down, deeper and deeper, until she was taking him all the way to the base. No hands. Just making that deepthroat work.
"Fuck, MJ." Felix threw his head back. "You're such a fucking queen at this."
All that cock and she was just taking it.
Peter's stomach twisted as he watched her, his own boner throbbing painfully in his pants. She was perfect at this—her lips gliding up and down Felix's shaft and her tongue swirling around the tip. Like they had this a hundred times before, which, frankly, they probably had, her hand massaged his balls balls in a way that had Felix groaning like a wild animal. She was almost in complete control, drawing out every ounce of pleasure from him.
Her nails were long and manicured. Pink yet rightly giving a polite massage to his hanging nutsack. Peter bit his lip and decided to change angles. He had already taken side-angles of MJ's deepthroat. He had to take pictures from the back; of Felix butt and the virile satchel hanging between. MJ wasn't even in the picture, it was just this god.
He wasn't jacked. Felix didn't have the same kind of toned arms or back like Peter. Yet....MJ had no issues grabbing him. Those pink, manicured nails scratched his waist and ass tenderly. Like she loved him. Like deepthroating him felt right.
Her hands went down to grip Felix's thighs for support. She was lost in it—completely consumed by the act of pleasuring him. Peter couldn't tear his eyes away, his jealousy burning hotter with every passing second. He jumped and went for a picture angled from the right. He could see it in her half-lidded horny green eyes.
She'd never looked at him like that. She'd never wanted him like that.
Peter could hear it all. Felix and his grunts. Felix and his grip tightening in her hair as he approached his climax. "I'm gonna cum, baby. Open that pretty fucking mouth for me!"
He pulled back his cock back and let MJ jerk it off. He kept telling her she was a good girl and she loved it. Her lips parting as she looked up at him, her eyes filled with desire. Felix groaned when he finally came, thick ropes of cum shooting into her mouth, coating her tongue, her lips, her chin. Even her legendary red hair wasn't spare from his incredible cumshots.
"Woah..."
Some strings of cum outright made lines on the end of the chair and the floor. It didn't make sense, a single strand of cum was nearly a metre long.
MJ's face was ruined and basked in these ridiculously thick and long arcs of cream. She couldn't take all of it obviously. She lay there and just let him spray what he wanted. It was up to Felix, not her. Not MJ.
Her smirk, however, showed that she didn't mind. The opposite, she was proud that she made him this way.
"Damn...!" Felix muttered, stroking his cock as his climax died down. He looked down at her nearly unrecognizable face. "You're incredible."
MJ smirked, her eyes sparkling with pride. "You know it, baby." She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. "Ah, but I can see there's incredible little thing here."
Coyly, she massaged his balls. She opened her mouth, swallowing the baseball girthy cockhead, and licked it up. She wanted to clean it and Felix allowed it. The megacock was still rock hard. Round two was inevitable.
Felix grabbed her wrist and he spun her around. She lay on the chair stomach-down, her fat presented. Her bikini bottoms were already soaked through and clung to her ass tightly.
Felix slapped his cock on her fat booty. The loud thwaps were like heaven. "Spread those fucking cheeks for me, MJ. Show me that tight little asshole. I've been dying to fuck it all day."
MJ bit her lip, a shiver running down her spine as she reached back and did as she was told, spreading her cheeks to expose her tight, pink asshole. "That's my girl." Felix grinned, running his thumb over her opening, teasing her. "You want this cock in your ass, don't you?"
The smirk returned. She was confident. She wanted this. "Yes. Fuck, yes, I want it. Please, Felix. I need it."
Peter's hands shook as he adjusted the zoom on his camera, his heart pounding in his chest. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. She was completely under Felix's control, begging for him, craving him in a way Peter had never seen. He felt a mix of jealousy and arousal twist in his gut, his own cock straining against his pants. He hated this, hated seeing her like this… but he couldn't look away.
Felix chuckled and he positioned himself at MJ's entrance. "Good girl. But I need to hear you beg for it. Tell me how much you want it."
"Oh, you dirty man..."
"Come on." He slapped her ass. There was that iconic jiggle. Out of all the women in Peter's life, MJ probably had the fattest ass. Even Felicia had been jealous of it and the jiggle...
It didn't stop until she rolled her eyes and dramatically said, "Please, Felix! I need your cock in my ass. I need you to fuck me so hard I can't walk tomorrow. I need to feel you stretching me, filling me up. Please, baby, fuck my ass!" She then winked. "There, that better?"
"It's perfect." Felix's grin was feral as he pressed the tip of his thick, veiny cock against her tight hole. He pushed forward, inch by relentless inch, stretching her open until she whimpered.
Mary Jane Watson was the type to try and stay cool up until the very end.
"Oh fuuuuuuck~!"
The whine that left her lips made it clear that with her new boyfriend, that was impossible.
Peter's breath caught in his throat as he watched the huge cock sink deeper into MJ, her ass swallowing his massive cock like it was made for him. Her expression twisted. Her eyes rolled back. She tried to seem like it didn't phase her but...
"Fuck, fuck, fuuuck~!"
He'd never seen her like this, never seen her take something so big, so rough. She was whimpering. The love of his life was whimpering because a big dick was filling up her anus.
Then came the thrusts.
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuuuck~! Felix! Y-you're stretching me out! You're stretching me ouuuut~!"
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
She was getting her shit rocked. He wasn't even fucking all that fast either and Peter was able to witness every single clap of her ass cheeks. Every single jiggle. Every tsunami wave of her ass.
It was like Felix was doing this on purpose. For him.
Snap, snap.
For the camera in Peter's hands.
"Felix!" MJ cried out. Her new stud lover fucked her harder, faster, his cock pounding into her ass with relentless force. "FUUUCK, YES! IT'S SO BIG~!!! IT'S SO FUCKING GOOOD~! PLEASE, DON'T STOP! DON'T STOP, TIIGER~! LET THAT COCK PLOW MY ASS!"
Her neck stretched upward. She was trying for that slutty arch and couldn't because she was constantly getting those downward thrusts from Felix. Her pussy was being ordered to ground itself, so she did. Peter hated how turned on he was, how much he wanted to be the one making MJ scream like that. But he couldn't deny it—Felix was giving her something he never could.
"I assume this means I'm doing a good job?"
"G-good job!? Ha~! You have the best cock ever, what's there to rate? Y-y-you're! Nnggh! You're the best!" She orgasmed. Honestly, Peter didn't even know when it started, when she started actually cumming, only that Peter certainly couldn't make her orgasm like this.
Her toes were curling. Her toes were curling, so Peter decided to take photos of that too.
"Haaah….hnnngh!" The redhead was getting used to this, especially because "W-with other men, it's all the same! Come on, what's with guys only lasting or two rounds tops I'm trying to go again and again and again!"
"Who could go soft pounding an ass like this?"
"My, heh," she gasped and smirked, looking back, "my ex-boyfriend."
H-he did not go soft! He was just always tired from herowork, that was all!
Felix's thrusts grew more intense. The dragged out thrusts were ending, being replaced by rapid thrusts. "You love being my little fuck toy, don't you, MJ?"
"Yes!" she screamed, her voice breaking as he hit a spot deep inside her that made her see stars. "Fuck, yes! I love it. I love being your slut, your whore. Fuck me, Felix! Fuck me harder!"
God. His pace was brutal. He did not stop making those legs shake and those toes curling. He did not stop making her eyes roll back. "You're gonna cum for me, baby. Cum all over my cock while I fuck your ass."
Her booty cheeks kept getting those rightful backshots that caused waves. There was just no way to hold back. MJ's body tensed, her back arching as pleasure exploded through her, her scream cutting through the air as she came harder than she ever had before. Felix wasn't far behind, her tight ass clenching around him.
'He's gonna blow...!'
Peter had to document this: Mary Jane Watson getting her ass filled by her lover.
"I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna fill that tight little asshole up so fucking good."
"Yes! Cum inside me, baby. Fill me up. I need it. I need all of it!"
Felix's hips stuttered as he came, his cock pulsing deep inside her as he emptied himself, his hot seed filling her asshole to the brim. He stayed buried inside her to make sure every fucking drop made it inside. He savored the feeling of her tight ass wrapped around his dick
Peter's camera clicked, capturing every frame. He witnessed watched Felix slowly drag inch after inch of his super cock out. Mary Jane literally shook on the chair like a twitchy corpse. The massive cock eventually slipped free of her anus and dripped with cum.
Felix smirked down at MJ. What did he do next? He slapped her ass with his cock. "Come on, you know this isn't the end."
Did Peter's heart drop? A little. But at this point, he expected this. These two were going to fuck for a long, long time.
MJ turned her head to look at him, her eyes glazed with pleasure. "Only for you, Felix," she purred, her voice soft and sultry.
Her big boobs heaved as she stared up at Felix. Sweat glistened on her fair skin, her red hair clinging to her forehead in damp tendrils. She licked her lips, already tasting him in her mind before she even spoke. "Felix, I want you to fuck my mouth. I want to feel that cock destroying me."
"Again?"
"Again. I think I'm starting to enjoy deepthroating you."
He fucking trained her into loving it, that was what. Fuck, Peter was jealous. He never managed to get blowjobs from MJ like this. They were semi-common. But this guy...he got her t o love them.
Felix trailed a hand down her cheek, his touch possessive. "You sure you can handle it, MJ? You're already shaking from what I just did to you."
Mary Jane reached up, grabbing his hand and guiding it to her lips. She kissed his palm, then nipped at the base of his thumb. "I can handle anything you give me," she whispered. "I want to be yours completely. Fuck me however you want."
Green eyes locked onto the beast between his legs. His cock was thick and throbbing, veins pulsing along its length, the tip already glistening with pre-cum. It was a weapon of pleasure, and she wanted to surrender to it completely.
She didn't want to lie down and dow this. She stood on her knees, her hands running up his thighs. Felix decided to go back and stand up, one hand on his cock. Yet despite standing, thirteen inches was more than enough to make MJ and the big dick go face to face. The absurd size of him, the way he seemed to dominate the space between them, it was hot.
Felix laughed. "Better get started, MJ. We don't have all night."
Mary Jane didn't need to be told twice. She opened her mouth wide, her tongue darting out to lick the tip of his cock. The taste of him was intoxicating—salty, slightly bitter, and utterly masculine. She moaned around him as she took the first few inches into her mouth, her lips stretching wide to accommodate his girth.
Felix groaned. He tried not to move or let his hand leave his hip. "That's it, baby. Take it deeper."
Mary Jane gagged slightly as he filled her throat, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she relaxed her muscles, letting him slide further and further. It was a miracle. It was magic. There was so cock and yet...
'She's taking it all,' Peter thought. 'MJ...just how...did he really teach you to do this?'
It happened. Her nose pressed against his pelvis. Her eyes watered and yet it was overwhelming in the best way. She'd never felt so full, so utterly consumed by someone else. Certainly not with Peter
Felix pulled back slightly, letting her catch her breath before thrusting forward again. Each thrust was slow and deliberate, his cock hitting the back of her throat with a force that made her shudder.
No comments. Just repeated thrusts and deepthroating.
Mary Jane did not back away. She let him fuck her mouth. He increased his pace, fucking her face with a rhythm that was punishing. Her hands gripped his thighs for support, her nails digging into his skin as she surrendered completely to the act.
Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck my throat.
Somewhere in the distance was a flash of light from Peter Parker's camera. He adjusted the lens of his camera, zooming in on the scene unfolding on the rooftop nearby. His heart pounded in his chest as he watched Mary Jane on her knees, Felix's massive cock disappearing down her lips.
"Jesus," he muttered under his breath, his hands trembling as he snapped another photo. "That dude has a monster cock and yet MJ is..."
What talent.
He couldn't look away, even as guilt twisted in his stomach. This was his assignment—capture proof of Mary Jane's new relationship for the tabloids. But seeing her like this, so wild and uninhibited with someone who wasn't him… it was torture.
On the rooftop, Mary Jane didn't notice the flash of the camera. Her world had narrowed down to Felix and the way he was using her. She gagged as he pushed deeper, her throat convulsing around him as she struggled to take every inch. Saliva dripped down her chin, and tears streamed down her cheeks, but she didn't stop. She wanted this—needed this.
Felix growled, his hips snapping forward with renewed urgency. "MJ...!" His balls swung and slapped her chin. Oh, he was definitely getting close.
There was no warning, only a grunt as Felix's control snapped. He buried himself in her throat one last time, balls deep. His cock pulsed violently as he came, hot ropes of cum flooding her mouth. Mary Jane swallowed greedily, her tongue working to coax every last drop from him.
But some of it leaked.
A lot of it leaked. There was just too much cum.
Peter looked away briefly, shame burning in his chest as he heard Mary Jane's muffled moans even from this distance. But he couldn't stop himself from capturing the moment—the way Felix's hands gripped her hair, his fat balls to her chin, his cock shoved down her throat, and the way Mary Jane's body trembled as she submitted completely.
'I have no idea what I hate more; his big ass dick...' Cue the slow, dramatic extraction of his cock from her throat. '...or his huge fucking balls that could impregnate an entire neighbourhood. Fucking hell...'
When Felix finally pulled out, Mary Jane gasped for air. Cum continued to pour down her lips and even some from her nose. Her face was shadowed. Peter couldn't see her expression.
"That..." MJ gulped audibly and looked up with a maniacal grin. "Was fucking perfect."
It wasn't like the cum from before had disappeared. Her hair, her brows, her lips, and her cheeks; everything was tainted. She looked like a whore.
"You're beautiful."
The new boyfriend loved his new redhead whore.
***
In the penthouse, outside the penthouse in the pool, they fucked everywhere. MJ's bikini was gone. She was naked. So was Felix. Dick swinging whenever they walked. Balls hanging there when he sat and took a drink of water.
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
Currently, they were inside. No problem for Peter, he could just sneak inside and keep taking photos.
...yeah, he had gotten this fucking pathetic.
"Fuck, MJ! You're so fucking tight!"
Strong hands gripped her asscheeks, pulling her back onto him with every thrust, their bodies slapping together in a rhythm that echoed through the penthouse.
"Oh my God, Felix! Fuck me!" Mary Jane screamed, her voice breaking as another wave of pleasure crashed over her. Her hands braced against the floor-to-ceiling window of the penthouse, her breath fogging up the glass as she stared out at the city lights below.
Peter was no telepath, but her feelings were as clear as day: Mary Jane Watson had NEVER felt anything like this before—never. Peter could never make her feel this way, his cock nowhere near as thick, as long, as perfect as Felix's. Every inch of him was pure ecstasy, filling her up in ways she didn't even know were possible.
Felix's hands slid up her sides, his fingers digging into her soft skin as he pulled her back against him harder, faster. His cock pistoned into her, the tip hitting that sweet spot deep inside her that made her legs tremble. "I love how I stretch that pretty little pussy of yours."
Mary Jane's head fell back, her fiery red hair cascading down her back as she moaned, her body shaking with pleasure. "Yes! Yes, Felix! Oh God, your cock is so fucking big! I—I can't—oh fuuuck!" Her words turned into a high-pitched scream as another orgasm ripped through her, her pussy clamping down on his cock like a vice. Her nails clawed at the glass, leaving faint marks as she tried to steady herself, but there was no use—Felix was relentless, fucking her harder and deeper with every thrust.
"Look at you," Felix whispered, his lips brushing against her ear as he leaned over her, his chest pressing into her back. "My perfect girl. You're so fucking beautiful when you come for me." He reached around, his hand sliding between her thighs to rub tight circles on her clit, sending another jolt of pleasure through her already overstimulated body. "You wanna come again, MJ? Huh? You wanna scream my name one more time?"
This fucker could just do everything, couldn't he? Fuck her while rubbing her clit? Fuck her while spouting classic romantic shit.
Mary Jane fell for it hook, line, and sinker.
"FELIX! FELIX! YOU HAVE THE BEST COCCCK! YOU HAVE THE BIGGEST COCK I'VE EVER FUCCCKED~!!!"
Probably the biggest orgasm of her life.
'So far,' Peter had to tell himself. Oh, where was he? Directly above them. No exaggeration, he was stuck to the ceiling and taking silent photos.
Of his ex and her new boyfriend.
Man. Was this Parker Luck or Peter Luck? Because no way a Parker in another universe could be experiencing something as stomach-rolling as this.
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
"You're gonna take it all, aren't you? You're gonna let me fill that pretty little pussy with my cum?"
Mary Jane's eyes widened at his words, a shiver of excitement running through her. She'd never let anyone do that before—Peter had always worn protection, had always been careful. But with Felix? She wanted it. No, she needed it. "Please," she whimpered, her voice barely above a whisper. "Cum inside me, Felix. Breed me. I want it—I want you to make me yours."
"You have no idea how much I want to do that. How much I wanna fill you up, make you mine forever. B-but, if we have a baby...!"
Oh.
Oh fuck, was this the night he was capturing? The night where MJ became a mother? He was taking pictures of this night?
"We don't have Plan B, remember..."
Damn, he had a good memory. Well, he was a scientist. He didn't stop fucking her, of course, but it was slower. MJ was gasping but she could still think.
"Do it," she pleaded, her voice breaking as another wave of pleasure started to build. "Please, Felix. Cum inside me. I want your baby—I want to feel your cum filling me up."
Ah. Fuck. Fuck. So this was it. This was the night for the hot couple.
"Fuck, MJ! Here it comes!"
And Peter just had to watch. His soulmate, his love, his MJ, milking another man of every last drop of cum. Watching as he gasped, kissed her, and grope her breasts.
Felix did all of that while his balls visibly clenched and emptied inside her womb.
Her legs were shaking like wooden sticks. Cum leaked out of her pussy in ways Peter could never even dream of. Mary Jane's breath hitched. "S-shoo much cumm....!" Her eyes rollec back. Fuck, it was almost too much, but he kept groping her tits and kept introducing her into another sloppy kiss.
***
All his life, Peter Parker had to face great obstacles. In the gym room, he always had the smallest dick. He was always the weakest. It seemed nothing went his way, up until he got the spider-bite. His dick grew. He could nut multiple times. He was stronger than any bully and jock. Better. Everything was going to go well now that he had these powers and a new body.
But nope.
Uncle Ben died and now the girl of his dreams was walking around in a penthouse, anus and pussy dripping with another man's seed. She looked happy too. She smiled and walked toward the railing. If she had better vision, if she had powers, she might have noticed her ex-boyfriend on the opposing building.
If she had any concerns, they were wiped away when her new boyfriend wrapped his arm around her waist. A forearm-thick dick tucked between his legs.
"God, I love your big balls. I can't wait to have children."
"Right, about that..." His arm lowered and he grabbed her ass. "Wanna talk about it?"
"What's there to talk about? We're having kids." MJ was just smiling and looking at the world out in front of her. The possibilities were endless.
"It's not that easy, you know that?"
"How rich are you?"
"Uh, pretty rich."
"And how rich am I?"
"Also pretty rich."
MJ laughed and leaned into Felix, closing her eyes. "Then what's the problem? You never work so you can be a stay-at-home. I work in seasons, so I can be a full-time mom and a full-time actress. It's win-win."
Felix just ended up chuckling. "You make it sound so easy. And somehow, I believe you." His fingers sank deeper into that ass. A smirk grew on MJ and she turned to face him. Face to face, they came together into a kiss.
Groping the dumptruck ass of Mary Jane Watson while making out with her. There was this sort-of stereotype of white woman not having fat asses.
Well, redheads were either the exception or Mary Jane Watson was an anomaly. The curve of her hips narrowed to a waist that begged to be held, only to flare out again into the kind of perfection that rewrote a man's thoughts mid-sentence.
A big cock plowed that ass. Made it his and not Peter's.
Peter Parker had never realized how badly he fumbled a woman until this kiss. This moment. This hot, lewd groping of the redhead's ass. This hot, erotic young couple already finished with baby-making and ready to move on to the next stage of their lives.
While he....
Wee-woo! Wee-woo!Wee-woo!
...heard the siren of a police car nearby and, after a sigh and a weariful look, stripped out his ordinary clothes and leapt off the building to help as Spider-Man. The young man was the same old, same old.
As for the photos and videos, he decided not to send them to Jameson after all. MJ was going to have a kid, if she had that kind of scandal, it could...no, it would ruin that child's life forever. Peter wasn't that petty. He wouldn't allow an innocent child to get bullied because their mother's sex tape could leaked.
'I mean, she could become a Kim Kardashian type and make money over it...'
No, no, don't be stupid. Still, even as he swung to chase after the runaway van, there was some longing in his heart.
'I wonder if Black Cat is up for a booty call...'
***
Felicia Hardy, the infamous Black Cat, was sprawled across her lavish Parisian apartment couch like she'd been poured there. Designer throw pillows surrounded her like a silk fortress. Her cat, Minette, sat on the coffee table judging her with every flick of its tail.
In front of her: two empty croissant bags, a half-devoured wedge of brie, and an open pint of salted caramel gelato. On the TV, a bad French soap opera blared with enough drama to make her breakup seem tame—almost.
She sighed, licking gelato off her spoon. "Felicia Hardy, master thief, heartbreaker… reduced to emotional carb-loading. Très tragique."
It wasn't like she couldn't go out. She just didn't want to. Paris had been her hideaway after she split from Elise—gorgeous Elise with a huge rack and a knack for stealing her heart faster than Felicia could crack a safe. But when Elise had packed up and left "to find herself," which was code for going into porn, Felicia decided that she, too, needed to "find herself."
Alas, she wasn't the type to seduce and fuck a pornstar and their big dicks for fun. She was more...sophisticated. Unfortunately. Big bucks in the industry, for sure, but still, not her gig. Felicia was in sweatpants with a spoon in one hand and a glass of Merlot in the other.
That was when her phone buzzed. She groaned, leaning over to snag it off the coffee table.
Peter Parker.
She blinked. Oh. This was new. They hadn't talked in months.
The message preview just showed:
📷 Photo
📷 Photo
Felicia raised a brow. 'What's Spidey sending me—'
She tapped.
First photo: a ticket to Paris. First-class. Arriving tomorrow.
Second photo:
…
Well, that wasn't a baguette.
Felicia's hand shot to her mouth, a muffled snort escaping before she full-on burst into laughter. Minette jumped off the table with an annoyed meow.
"Oh my god, Peter." She flopped back into the couch cushions, phone still in hand. "You're no porn star but...I suppose you'll have to do."
Peter was clearly in that mood. Maybe he was lonely. Maybe he'd been reminiscing. Maybe…
Felicia tilted her head, smirking to herself. Why not? She'd been bored out of her mind, eating her feelings and watching bad TV.
She texted back:
< Didn't think you had the claws for that, tiger.
< Bring the ticket. We'll see about the rest. 😼
She stared at the screen a second longer before setting it down and stretching out. Her smirk softened into something quieter. The truth was, part of her missed him. Not the whole messy, moralizing Spider-Man part—but the Peter who made her laugh, who looked at her like she wasn't just a headline or a thrill.
Then again, her time as Black Cat seemed to be winding down. There was only so much to steal in the world.
She glanced at the gelato, then at the bedroom door. The Paris skyline twinkled outside her window, as if the city itself was in on the joke.