Peter Parker's New Groove Ch. 12 (Marvel) (Patreon)

A/N: Here we are with the latest chapter~ Sometimes honesty IS the best policy!

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As Felicia makes another pass over his cock, tongue swirling around his member in a way that just confirms she’s the infamous cat burglar, Black Cat, Peter lets out a groan and finally grabs her by the shoulders to push her off.

“No… no, I’m sorry, we can’t do this.”

Felicia blinks owlishly at him as he pushes back, leaving her crouched against the wall and his cock suddenly out of her reach. Peter steps away entirely, placing a hand on his mouth as he tries to come to terms with… well, everything. Since when did his life turn into a goddamn porno, really? He’d literally just fucked Gwen Stacey earlier today, and now here he was, finding out that the cat burglar he’d pounded on a rooftop days before was also one of his classmates… and had a crush on his civilian identity.

This was seriously straight out of an adult film. A porno writer probably couldn’t have written this plot better if they tried. Glancing back over at Felicia, Peter tries to contain his moan of dissatisfaction as she rises from her crouch, looking distinctly put out. He wants nothing more than to go over there and partake in her womanly delights, any straight man would, but he knows he can’t…

“Why can’t we do this, Peter? What’s wrong? You certainly seem interested.”

Her glance down at his erection just makes Peter palm his face even harder as he groans in frustration.

“It wouldn’t be fair to you. For one, I literally just spent today’s lunch period engaging in a quickie with Gwen Stacey of all people. You know, the new girl?”

Felicia’s blue eyes go wide at that.

“The commissioner’s daughter?”

When Peter gives an affirming nod, the faux brunette whistles lowly.

“Wow, you move fast.”

“SHE moved fast… I just… I was just trying to be friendly!”

A coy grin that Peter DEFINITELY recognizes from his encounters with the Black Cat worms its way onto Felicia’s face and she snickers.

“Sounds like you got real friendly with her, Peter. But… it’s not like the two of you are already dating or anything, right?”

“No! Or… I don’t know. We haven’t… exactly put a label on it. Honestly, I don’t know what she wants from me. Not like you. I know exactly what you want from me.”

Felicia’s coy grin grows wider until it’s stretching from ear to ear and reminding him of the Cheshire Cat from Alice in Wonderlands. Pushing off of the wall, she begins to saunter over to him, making Peter back up.

“Then what’s the problem? We both know that we want each other, right? There’s chemistry between us, can’t you feel it?”

“Of course I can, kitty cat! It’s just-!”

Peter realizes he’s screwed up the moment that his danger sense flares, and he has to duck out of the way of a sudden swing from Felicia Hardy. The very intelligent young woman is no one’s fool… and it seems she’s immediately picked up on his use of ‘kitty cat’ as a pet name. Unfortunately, it seems like he’s not the only person she knows who calls her that in her Black Cat persona. Which… fair, she goes around dressed like a cat, it’s probably not as personal a pet name as he could have come up with.

Either way, Felicia is suddenly furious and on the attack, forcing Peter to defend himself as they’re suddenly dueling it out once more behind the bleachers. This time though, Felicia is playing for keeps, and Peter finds himself defending from a lot more shots at his groin, his erection swinging this way and that making it a little harder for him to defend himself.

But not impossible… Felicia doesn’t seem to have time for words with him… not until after Peter has captured her wrists in his grasp again, as well as blocked two different knees to his groin from reaching their intended target. Only once he’s got her locked down once more does she snarl at him, spitting out her words most vehemently.

“Who are you?! How do you know who I am?!”

“For fuck’s sake, Felicia! I was getting to that part!”

His angry snarl in response seems to actually get through to her, and Felicia relaxes in his grip once more, staring at him in confusion and distrust. Peter just stares back at her, still a little surprised that she still doesn’t get who he is.

“How do you think I know your true feelings for me, huh? Maybe because a certain cat burglar told me not but a couple days ago that she couldn’t be with me because she was pining after some other guy. It just so happened, that other guy is me too.”

That gets Felicia’s focus, her blue eyes widening and her lips parting in a sharp inhale of air as she stares at him.

“S-Spider?”

One side of his mouth cocks up in a bit of a roguish grin as Peter shrugs.

“The one and only.”

For a few moments, Felicia mulls that over.

“Well… shit.”

Peter just nods his head up and down.

“Yeah. I, uh… figured out it was you just now, to be clear. Wasn’t trying to string you along. Put a stop to this the moment I realized it would mean lying to you about who I really am. It just… doesn’t seem right for one of us to know the other’s secret identity.”

Dry swallowing nervously, Peter looks Felicia in the eye.

“Can I trust you with this?”

Felicia swallows as well, before giving him a bit of a hesitant smile.

“You’re supposed to ask that sort of thing before you expose yourself to me, Spidey. But yeah… yeah you can. What, uh, what gave me away?”

Peter nods up to her wig, and Felicia makes a noise of understanding in the back of her throat. Then, he flushes and coughs uncomfortably.

“Uh, and also your technique…”

It takes her a moment, but she understands what he means.

“You figured me out because I sucked your cock the same way in both my identities? Oh god… I’m never going to live this down…”

Feeling pretty bad at this point, Peter finally releases Felicia’s wrists. Only to have her grab him before he can step back and pull him in close. His danger sense doesn’t give him any warning, so he ends up being kissed rather deeply, Felicia’s tongue forcing its way past his lips and into his mouth as she heatedly makes out with him right then and there.

Peter ends up kissing her back, his hands going to her arms, her sides, her hips. She really is absolutely gorgeous, and even as Felicia Hardy that remains true. He’s just not entirely sure what the hell to do about… well, about everything. Friday might have encouraged him to see other women, human women, but what the hell was between him and Gwen Stacy? What was he supposed to call that?

Disengaging from his lips after a few moments, Felicia looks him in the eye.

“This doesn’t change anything. All it means is that I get to have my cake and eat it too.”

And then she drops back down into the crouch and takes him back in her mouth before he can even think to protest. A groan leaves Peter’s lips and his hands once again instinctively move to her hair. This time around, Felicia doesn’t stop him. Gripping tightly at it, he finds the wig is quite professionally made, and it even stays on for a good long while as she bobs up and down on his cock, taking him down the back of her throat with an eagerness and enthusiasm that Peter can’t get enough of.

As she swallows his cock, the wig does eventually come off however, revealing that Felicia Hardy’s hair color is indeed white, or at least dyed white. Except, if it were simple dye, he’s not sure why she would need the wig. No, her hair is snow-white for some reason, and Peter can’t help but wonder why. Now is not the time to ask her though, not when she’s tickling his glans with her tonsils and taking the full length of her cock down her esophagus most enthusiastically.

“Felicia… kitten, I’m already getting close…”

He’s not sure about the ‘kitten’ bit, but if the way she hums around his member and then redoubles her pace is any indication, Felicia certainly doesn’t seem to mind it. Her tongue swirls around his cock in a particularly interesting and enjoyable way, and Peter lets out a strangled groan as he suddenly begins to cum.

To her credit, Felicia drinks down every last drop of his seed, swallowing and swallowing until there’s absolutely nothing left. Of course, he already knew that she was perfectly capable of doing that, they’d already done all of this on that rooftop, as Black Cat and Spider-Man. This time around though, Peter didn’t have Friday whispering in his ear, egging him on the entire time. Also, this time around… he didn’t need her to egg him on.

His cock is still rock hard and raring for more when Felicia pulls off of it with a pop, and the instant she sees that she slides back up the wall and runs her hands up and down her body, biting her lower lip seductively at him.

“Well, Peter Parker? Like what you see?”

“Yes, I do. Very much so.”

“Then what are you waiting for? Take me!”

As cheesy as her lines might be, that’s really all Peter needs to hear. In an instant, he has his lips back on Felicia’s and is kissing the ever-living daylights out of her. At the same time, he reaches down and begins working open her pants and yanking them down her long legs. Felicia helps him by shimmying out of them, until she’s been stripped of all lower garments.

As soon as he’s able to, Peter hooks a hand under one of those long pale legs, pulling it up into the air. Her dripping wet pussy is all his for the taking as he angles his erection upward and thrusts it into her. Felicia lets out a mewling cry, so much like she had when he’d fucked her while she was Black Cat. Except, that had been a completely different position.

Peter has to admit, he could get lost in her eyes, even as he pounds her up against the wall. Felicia’s face contorts in ecstasy and pleasure, her tongue becoming wild and energetic as it wrestles with his own for supremacy. Peter eventually pins it down as he kisses her, as he dominates her mouth, but ultimately, Felicia is like a wild cat, writhing beneath him, pinned down but nonetheless squirming in enjoyment of his cock and his mouth.

With his free hand, the hand not currently holding up her leg to provide him with access to her pussy, Peter grabs one of Felicia’s tits through her baggy sweatshirt. Then, wanting more than that, he slips the hand under the sweatshirt altogether, pushing past her bra to be able to grope and squeeze her tit directly. Felicia moans all the more wantonly at this, the two of them engaging in harsh, fast-paced sex right there behind the bleachers.

Anyone could walk in on them like this, though who would? Who would come behind the bleachers after school? Mm, there were a few different groups Peter could think of, but none of them were there and none of them showed up either. It was just him and Felicia, with his cock pounding into her hot, wet cunt as she came around his shaft again and again and again.

Eventually, his second release begins to approach. Peter pulls back a bit to give Felicia a warning, but she hooks her arms around his neck and pulls him in all the closer, as if she already knows. As she kisses the hell out of him, she swings her legs up and wraps them around his waist, making him use his enhanced strength to keep her up and to keep his balance.

In the end, Peter doesn’t get a word out, he just groans as he cums deep inside of Felicia Hardy’s pussy, the gorgeous young woman taking his hot, thick load… and not for the first time either. He’s cum inside of her twice now… but to be fair, as Black Cat she HAD said she was on the pill, right? And since they were the same person… man, when did his life get so confusing?

The two of them continue to makeout for a few minutes after he cums inside of her, engaging in some rather aggressive cuddling and nuzzling as Felicia refuses to let him go and Peter grips and gropes her ass cheeks while kissing her deeply. Finally though, as all good things do, it comes to an end. Peter releases his hold on her, and Felicia does the same with him, and slowly she climbs down out of his grasp.

Stepping back, panting heavily, Peter swallows thickly.

“So, uh… I guess… where does this leave us?”

Leaning back against the wall, panting heavily herself, Felicia looks at him through heavily lidded eyes.

“As far as I’m concerned, you’re mine.”

Peter flushes at that, and briefly wonders how the hell Friday is going to react to that. After a moment though, Felicia quirks the side of her mouth up in a lewd smirk.

“But… I’m woman enough to admit when I’m outmatched. You’re ready and raring to go again, aren’t you? Meanwhile, I’m already nearly at the end of my rope. You make me cum so good, Peter… but you tire me out so easily as well.”

He flushes even MORE at that, even as he tucks his cock away. He is still ready to go some more, but he can tell she’s done, so his cock seems willing to go at least half-soft until he gets to someone else who can handle it for him… like say, Friday and Karen.

Smirking knowingly, Felicia rolls her shoulders.

“I don’t mind if you fuck other girls, Peter. If Gwen Stacey wants to stick it to her dad by fucking you, fine by me. Just remember who you belong to, and we won’t have any issues. Now, c’mere?”

At Peter’s confused look, Felicia growls and makes grabby hands.

“I wanna give my boyfriend a deep, passionate kiss goodbye, but if I push off of this wall I’m going to fall flat on my face! Get over here!”

Moving forward hesitantly, Peter gets within reach of Felicia and lets her pull him into that deep, passionate kiss. Finally, she lets him go, still leaning against the wall for support, still staring at him with heavily lidded eyes.

“Go on, get out of here. I’ll be fine. I’m sure New York is already missing their Spider-Man~”

Letting out a nervous laughter, Peter finally leaves. Even as he does so however, he’s in turmoil. That was… certainly an experience. And now, much like a cat, Felicia Hardy had apparently imprinted on him and decided he belonged to her. If she weren’t so willing to let him ‘fuck around’, he’d probably have put his foot down then and there… but much like Friday, she’d didn’t seem to mind who he had sex with. Which was… well, it left him confused and conflicted.

But hey, apparently he was dating now. Dating a criminal, a cat burglar wanted for several thefts. Oh god… what even was his life?