[Third Person Pov]
"That was so beautiful…" Peter said, wiping at his eyes with exaggerated theatrical flair, as if he were a soap opera patron dabbing away crocodile tears. "It almost makes me want to shout for an encore."
Felicia stared at him with a perfectly straight face, one eyebrow arched in dry amusement. "There's something mentally wrong with you," she declared flatly. "And that's coming from *me* of all people."
Peter grinned, unrepentant. "None of you would really understand. Besides, I just know Fury is fuming right now. The man is probably pacing a hole in the floor, cursing Stark's name all the way till kingdom come. It makes me want to swing over there and bother him even more."
Peter gently guided Felicia and MJ back toward his waiting car, his steps light and playful. MJ suppressed a chuckle, shaking her head. "Peter, just leave that poor man alone. Why do you like bothering him so much, anyway?"
"He's my freaky Nicky," Peter replied with a teasing lilt, flashing a mischievous smirk that made Felicia start to quietly snicker beside him. "I just can't help it. You know what? On second thought… wait here for me a minute."
Peter slipped around the corner into a shadowed alleyway. With a single focused thought, his suit materialized around him in a shimmer of advanced magic. A swirling portal opened in the darkness, casting an eerie glow. His voice rang out with dramatic energy: "Rev up those fryers 'cause I sure am feeling hung—!"
The portal snapped shut for a brief minute. Then it flared open again, this time accompanied by the sharp, echoing crack of gunfire from the other side. Peter came leaping out with his hands protectively over his head, ducking low as he tumbled clear.
"You motherf—!" Nick Fury's furious roar echoed from within the portal before it sealed shut with a decisive *whoosh*, cutting the threat off mid-sentence.
Peter stepped back out of the alleyway in his normal clothes once more, casually straightening his jacket and coughing to clear his throat. "Looks like he's not receiving any guests at this time," he announced with mock solemnity.
MJ and Felicia immediately broke into a fit of giggles, their laughter bright and infectious as they hooked their arms through his on either side. Felicia shook her head fondly, snuggling closer against his arm and pressing it to her chest. "So, what are we doing next, Tiger? We really should do something. It would be such a waste to let this outfit go to waste after I went through all the trouble of picking it out."
"It would indeed be a terrible waste," Peter agreed, his lips curling into a pensive smile as he considered their options. "I'm thinking… we go on a fancy date. And afterwards, I'll help you change out of that outfit… if you know what I mean."
MJ rolled her eyes dramatically as she caught Peter wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. "Is sex really all you can think about?"
"You were the first one to initiate it last time," Peter scoffed, shooting her an accusatory side-eye. "And when your mother was in the house, no less."
MJ's face flushed bright red. She sulked and started pinching his side in playful retaliation while Felicia giggled beside them. "Sounds like a good way to spend the evening…" Felicia purred, her voice laced with anticipation. "So where exactly are you taking us on this fancy dinner, Tiger?"
"I'm so glad you asked…" Peter replied with a wide, knowing grin.
…
Felicia stared at Peter with a completely deadpan expression as two massive pies of loaded pizza were placed steaming on the table right in front of them. "You know, when you said 'fancy date,' a pizza restaurant was not what I was imagining."
"I was," MJ said cheerfully, not hesitating for a second as she dug right in, grabbing a slice with enthusiasm.
Peter looked at Felicia teasingly, his glasses pushed up into his hair. "Disappointed?"
"Yes—especially since I don't want to stain this outfit with grease," Felicia replied, glancing down at her elegant outfit with clear reluctance.
"Felicia, babe," Peter said warmly, reaching over to gently squeeze her hand, "you can get that dress as dirty as you like. I'll buy you a hundred more if you need them. Hell, I'll go a step further and buy the entire factory where it was made, just for you, and turn it into your personal walk-in closet."
Felicia pursed her lips for a moment, the expression slowly melting into a sly, appreciative grin. "You really know how to get me going, Parker. You already know the way into my heart is with money… and just to be clear, that was *very* attractive."
She finally picked up a slice, smirking as she took a big bite. A long, gooey cheese pull stretched dramatically between the slice and her mouth. "Oh woah… this is amazing," Felicia mumbled around the mouthful, covering her lips with her fingers as her eyes widened in genuine surprise. She stared at the pizza like she was seeing it for the first time.
"Told ya," Peter and MJ both said in perfect unison, grinning as they enjoyed their own slices with equal relish.
Behind the counter, one of the female cashiers leaned toward the chef, her eyes wide with recognition. "Isn't he…?"
The chef shot her a sharp, warning glance. "In here, he's nobody but another customer. Now get back to work."
…
Peter was pushed backward onto Felicia's king-sized bed with eager, insistent hands from both women. His jacket had already been discarded somewhere on the floor near the doorway, leaving him in just his crisp white dress shirt—half-unbuttoned and rumpled—and his tailored pants, the belt buckle dangling open with a suggestive clink. A wide, cocky grin spread across his face as he looked up at them, eyes gleaming with hunger.
"A two-for-one special… Yummy," he purred, voice low and teasing.
MJ and Felicia both rolled their eyes in perfect playful synchronization, though their flushed cheeks and heated gazes betrayed how much they loved his ridiculous charm. "You're such a dork," MJ muttered with a smirk, already climbing onto the bed.
"But he's *our* dork," Felicia added, her voice a sultry purr as she crawled over him like the predatory Black Cat she was.
They had their way with him immediately. The air thickened with lust as out stayed on—MJ's sleek red number and Felicia's elegant black skirt hiked up around their waists, the luxurious fabric bunching and sliding against skin in ways that only heightened the eroticism. The sight of them in those fancy outfits, now rumpled and sinful, made everything feel deliciously forbidden.
Peter's hands roamed greedily, gripping soft thighs and pulling them closer as the room grew feverish and hazy. Moans filled the air, breaths mingling hot and desperate. He was rock-hard, straining against his pants until they were finally yanked down just enough. Felicia claimed his mouth first in a deep, devouring kiss while MJ freed his throbbing cock, stroking it with long, practiced fingers that made him groan into Felicia's lips.
Soon the positions blurred in a whirlwind of pleasure. MJ had Peter beneath her, her thighs settled around his waist as he plowed into her with deep, powerful thrusts. The bed creaked rhythmically beneath them. Her skirt was pushed up to her hips, breasts bouncing with every impact while she cried out in ecstasy. At the same time, Felicia swung a leg over and settled her dripping pussy right onto Peter's face, grinding down against his eager tongue. He devoured her greedily, lapping and sucking at her clit while his hips kept slamming into MJ, the dual sensations driving all three of them wild.
"Fuck—Peter, just like that," Felicia gasped, riding his face with shameless rolls of her hips, her skirt pooling around his head like dark silk.
MJ's walls clenched tight around his cock, her nails digging into his chest as she moaned loudly. "Don't stop… oh god, you're so deep—"
The energy only grew more debaucherous the more they repeatedly came.
Peter flipped Felicia onto her back and folded her into a tight mating press, her flexible legs pushed up toward her shoulders, black skirt bunched high. He drove into her with relentless, pounding strokes, the angle letting him hit that perfect spot over and over. MJ straddled Felicia's face at the same time, lowering her cum-filled pussy onto the other woman's mouth.
Felicia didn't hesitate—her tongue dove in eagerly, scooping Peter's earlier release from MJ's dripping folds while moaning into her. The filthy, wet sounds mixed with MJ's breathless whimpers as she rocked against Felicia's face, chasing her own orgasm. "Yes… eat it all, you slut," MJ encouraged, voice trembling with lust. Felicia's muffled cries vibrated through her as Peter continued hammering into her soaked cunt, pushing her closer and closer until MJ shattered first, thighs shaking as she came hard on Felicia's tongue.
They switched and rearranged endlessly, lost in a haze of sweat-slicked skin, rumpled designer dresses, and pure carnal need. Peter took them from behind, one after the other, hands fisting fabric as he railed them deep. At one point he had both women on their knees side-by-side, alternating thrusts while they kissed each other sloppily over their shoulders. Then Felicia rode him reverse cowgirl, her ass bouncing in that hiked-up black dress while MJ sat on his face again, the two women making out passionately above him with MJ grabbing Felicia's heavy breast with rough hands.
The peak of debauchery came when Felicia and MJ pushed Peter onto his back once more. They positioned themselves on either side of his massive, glistening erection, pressing their slick, swollen pussy lips against the thick shaft from both sides. They started rubbing together in perfect sync—hot, wet folds gliding up and down his pole in a lewd, slippery sandwich. Their clits dragged along his length with every roll of their hips, coating him in their combined juices while they moaned and kissed each other above his throbbing cock.
"Fuck, look at you two…" Peter groaned, hands gripping their thighs, eyes dark with raw lust as he watched the obscene sight. The pressure and friction were maddening. MJ and Felicia ground harder, faster, their pussies kissing around his cockhead on every upward stroke until all three of them were trembling on the edge.
They came together in a messy, shuddering climax—Felicia and MJ crying out as their rubbing pussies triggered powerful orgasms, soaking Peter's cock and stomach. He followed right after, thick ropes of cum painting their dresses and bellies in pearly streaks.
Panting, flushed, and thoroughly satisfied, the three collapsed in a tangled heap of limbs and expensive fabric. Dresses were wrinkled beyond saving, bodies marked with love bites and handprints, but the satisfied smiles on all their faces said it had been worth every second of the debaucherous night. Peter pulled them both close, kissing their foreheads as the hazy afterglow settled over them.
A/N: BrYaN sToP mAkInG sEx sCeNeS aNd GeT oN wItH tHe StOrY— No bitch.
(I'm kidding i needed to do this in order to transition into the next arc which had to do with Captain America, sorry 🙏)
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