Peter Parker's New Groove Ch. 32 (Marvel) (Patreon)

A/N: Sorry to those who might have wanted a different version of Rogue, but it feels like just yesterday that I was greatly enjoying SunsetRiders7's Rogue Lust: Powerslave series over on Hentai-Foundry. Even though that was actually nearly 6 years ago. Fuck I'm getting old.

Anyways, had to be goth Rogue. Sorry not sorry~

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If you asked people what their response to walking in on a couple having sex would be, the vast majority would probably say they’d apologize and close the door. A handful of properly entitled pricks might make a scene about it instead, yelling and shouting and all around getting an eyeful like the closeted voyeuristic Karens they undoubtedly were.

But for that first, much larger group of people, if you then asked them what side of the door they would prefer to end up on after closing it, the vast majority of THEM would almost certainly say, the opposite side from the couple having sex. Of course. Because that was what made sense, right? Alas, it seemed no one had every told that to Jean’s roommate.

“S-Sorry!”

Rather than stepping back out the moment she registers Jean impaled on Peter’s cock, the auburn-haired girl with white streaks in the form of bangs steps INTO the dorm room and hastily shuts the door behind her. Then, as if realizing what she’s done, she promptly presses herself back against the door, eyes widening as she looks something like a trapped, cornered rat.

“R-Rogue!”

Ah, so this is Anna Marie. The hand he has intertwined with Jean’s hand remains as it is, while his other hand ends up on her hip, even as he cranes his neck to take in the newcomer. He has to admit, he kind of likes what he sees. Anna Marie, or rather, Rogue, has short auburn hair with the aforementioned white streaks. She also has grey eyes and an incredibly pale, almost waxy color to her skin. She wears purple-black makeup and lipstick that brings out her pale complexion even more, and her outfit is… well, certainly interesting to say the least.

A sheer, long-sleeved green blouse covers a black halter top. A short black leather skirt extends down into black leggings. She’s wearing thick combat boots and those stereotypical dog collars with metal spikes coming off of them around both her neck AND wrists. Black gloves cover her hands, which are currently clenched into nervous, anxious fists.

Overall, she’s the most stereotypical example of a goth that Peter has ever met. But she’s a hot goth, so it’s more than forgivable, to be honest. Of course, there’s the question of whether Jean agrees with that or not. The red head is blushing, as she looks back over her shoulder to where Rogue is just… standing there, staring at them.

“What do you think you’re doing, Rogue?”

Stiffening, as if finally realizing that she should have been on the outside of the door, with the rest of humanity, rather than trapping herself in here with the two of them while they went about their intimate business, Rogue blushes bright red.

“A-Ah… ah, s-sorry. I should g-go…”

Immediately, the gothic mutant whips around and reaches for the doorhandle. However, when she tries to pull it open, it slams shut again in her face, seemingly having a will of its own. Or rather, being influenced by someone else’s will.

“No. Stay.”

Peter glances between Jean and her roommate, as the goth girl stiffens up, her shoulders hunching in and trembling.

“You want to watch, don’t you?”

“… Don’t need you readin’ my mind, Jean…”

“It’s okay. This is Peter Parker. Neither he nor I mind you staying. I, mm, met him in the midst of him fucking three other women. We had a fivesome. For his birthday.”

THAT certainly gets Rogue’s attention, as the goth girl whips around and stares wide-eyed at the two of them. When she makes eye contact with him in particular, incredulously trying to verify the truth of Jean’s claims, Peter just laughs sheepishly and shrugs.

“She’s not lying. And she’s not wrong either. I don’t mind you watching.”

He’s about to mention that he wouldn’t mind the goth girl joining in altogether, when Jean pipes up with a smirk and a curl of her finger.

“There, it’s settled. C’mere.”

Rogue yelps, as she’s dragged across the floor of the dorm room and deposited on the bed next to the one Jean and Peter are currently fornicating upon. She blushes at having an up close and personal view of the thick, throbbing base of Peter’s cock, nestled up against the stretched, spread lower lips of Jean’s snatch. While Rogue stares and Jean smirks, slowly beginning to gyrate up and down on his cock, Peter frowns a little bit, and brings both hands to her hips, rubbing circles into the psychic’s body with his thumbs.

“Maybe be a little gentler, Jean. You don’t need to manhandle people.”

Giggling, Jean tosses a knowing glance in Rogue’s direction and gives the other girl a wink.

“Some people like to be manhandled, Peter.”

The way Rogue blushes even harder and ducks her head lets Peter know this is another thing Jean has every reason to be certain about. Indeed, she’d almost certainly read it straight from Rogue’s mind, just as she’d read the other girl’s desire to watch. Sheesh, was he a bad influence on Jean? Or was she always this carefree with her powers?

Maybe he’d bring it up to that Professor, Emma Frost, before he left the Xavier Institute behind. But for now… well, all he could really do was respond to Jean’s teasing in kind. Reaching up, he grabs the red head by her ponytail and yanks her down into a kiss that has her moaning into his lips as she quickly begins to pick up the pace, bouncing upon his cock harder and faster by the moment.

Rogue’s breath catches as she watches this, and Peter distinctly hears the sound of zippers being pulled and clothes rustling, before a shlicking noise fills the air. When he and Jean finally have to part ways for some much needed oxygen, Peter is able to spare a glance over in Rogue’s direction to see that the goth mutant is doing exactly what he thinks she’s doing… touching herself to the view of them going at it.

Looking back to Jean, Peter snorts, still holding her by her ponytail quite firmly.

“And are you one of those people, Jean?”

Grinning wickedly, eyes twinkling like mad, the teenage psychic licks her lips.

“You read my mind~”

Rolling his own eyes at the incredibly cheesy joke, Peter spins them around, bucking her up off of him. As his cock comes free of her pussy, Peter ends up on his knees… behind Jean, who ends up on her hands and knees before him, gasping at the sudden role reversal, but no less excited as she thrusts her hips back in the direction of his cock and wiggles her perky posterior back and forth in anticipation of him fucking her some more.

Rogue definitely jolts at the sudden position change, her eyes wide as she sees how fast Peter moves. Noting this, Peter leans in close as he thrusts into Jean from behind, one hand remaining fisted in her hair, and the other coming around to rest on her neck, not quite threatening, but simply making sure she knows who’s in charge right now. At the same time, his lips end up next to Jean’s ear, and he subvocalizes a question to her.

“Do you trust her?”

Jean hesitates for only a moment, before nodding vigorously. Her fingers are busy curling into the bedding beneath her, and her lips part in a moan as Peter grunts and pulls back, his hands moving to her hips instead so he can fuck her hard and proper. As he spears in and out of Jeans’ hot, wet cunny from behind, the young man looks over to Rogue and gives her a reassuring smile and a nod of acknowledgment. The goth mutant freezes up under his direct attention, before smiling shyly back.

“Like Jean said, I’m Peter Parker. We met at my birthday party, which took place in Stark Tower, where I’m an intern.”

Rogue’s brow begins to furrow, as he explains things. Her eyes dart to Jean, who’s too busy moaning like a bitch in heat to really add anything to the conversation. Grinning, Peter gives Rogue another nod.

“I know what you’re thinking. How does an intern rate a birthday party at Stark Tower that Jean of all people would get invited to?”

When Rogue hesitantly nods, still unthinkingly running her fingers up and down her slit as she touches herself unconsciously to the sight of him vigorously going at it with her friend and roommate, Peter smirks. She’s removed those black leather gloves of hers, in order to really go to town on herself. He likes that.

“Simple really. I’m also Spider-Man.”

Rogue’s grey eyes widen in shock at that. Of course, the big reveal is a little undercut by Jean’s moaning as Peter fucks her through an explosive orgasm that causes the young psychic to buck and shake and spasm beneath him. Rogue’s attention focuses on that for a moment, and she touches herself more vigorously before slowing back down and panting out a response.

“Why… why would you tell me that?”

Peter just shrugs. He doesn’t necessarily have a good answer himself. Because Jean trusts her, because it felt like the right thing to do? Still fucking Jean from behind, Peter grunts as the red head suddenly collapses forward, turning their doggystyle into a downward doggy as her arms give out under her and she face plants into the bed.

The new position lets Peter slam even deeper into her clenching, quivering cunt, and as her pussy tightens around him, he has to hold back his release for all he’s worth, lest he blow his load too early.

“I just… felt like it, I guess. You know, you don’t have to just watch. If you want… you can join in.”

That seems to be the wrong thing to say. Rogue’s mood immediately plummets, her face going even whiter as she blanches at the suggestion. Her eyes flicker to Jean, who shakes her head and finally speaks up, Peter’s words managing to penetrate the fog of pleasure his dicking is leaving over her mind.

“S-S’not… not possible. N-Not allowed.”

Peter raises an eyebrow at that, about to take Jean to task for what is and isn’t ‘allowed’. After all, did she really think she could gatekeep her roommate from him, after how they met? But it turns out, that’s not what Jean means at all. Before he can speak up, Rogue clears her throat with a blush.

“S-She’s right. I can’t… I can’t touch you and you can’t touch me. It’s my m-mutation. I have the ability to absorb a person’s life force via skin contact. I, um… I put my previous boyfriend, b-before coming here… in a coma.”

Peter’s eyes widen a bit as he takes that in. Damn, that was a bum rap and a half, wasn’t it? He slows down for a moment, even his libido taking a hint as he winces in sympathy at the mere thought of never being able to touch another human being. But then…

“Y-You could cum on me, though!”

Rogue’s excited voice suddenly jolts him out of the momentary melancholy, and he blinks at her to see she’s suddenly shucked her top, exposing her pale breasts, leaving her in just the collar around her neck as she moves her hands to her tits and holds them aloft.

“C-C’mon big boy… come over here and spray me with your s-seed. No skin c-contact needed!”

Well fuck, that was one way to get his engine revving right back up again. Peter thrusts into Jean a few more times as Rogue waits in anticipation, before pulling out and stumbling off the bed. Stroking his cock, he strides up to her, and a moment later, he’s giving her a full-frontal sort of facial, covering her from her face down to her belly button in the biggest load he’s ever dropped in his life.

The touch-starved goth girl in front of him positively eats it up, both figuratively and literally. Moaning like crazy, her hips buck up in the air and from the look of things, she cums on the spot right along with him, despite there being no actual contact between them. At the same time, her tongue lolls out of her mouth and licks some of his salty, sticky seed into her waiting maw for her to swallow down.

It’s incredibly hot… but also incredibly sad. In that moment, Peter frowns and shakes his head.

“It’s not fair. That sort of mutation… you should be able to control it. Turn it on and off at will. Doesn’t seem right otherwise.”

Rogue looks objectively satisfied and gives him a lidded grin as she chuckles throatily while rubbing his cum into her tits like its sunscreen.

“Mm, life ain’t fair, sug-!”

She stops mid-word and blinks. And then blinks some more. And then, to Peter’s shock, suddenly sits up and stares at him, mouth wide open and eyes the size of saucers. Before he can question her, she reaches out… and touches him. Now, Peter isn’t sure what he’s expecting based on what he’s been told, but absolutely nothing wasn’t it. Rogue just stares at where they’re making skin to skin contact. Belatedly, a somewhat exhausted Jean looks over and gapes.

“Rogue, no! You- wait… what?”

“I-I can touch you, Peter! L-Look, Jean! No drain!”

“What the fuck?!”

“I-I dunno! All of the sudden… I could control it! And I knew I could control it! It was as easy as turning it off in my head!”

Jean’s mouth opens and closes, and when she looks at Peter, her eyes narrow dangerously. Peter, meanwhile, is staring down at where he and Rogue are touching, absolutely flabbergasted. Was he being punked? No, he didn’t think either girl had lied to him. But then… did that mean… no, there was no way, right?

“… I can have sex now. And I know who I want my first time to be with.”

Suddenly, a very hungry goth girl is looking at him with eager eyes. Peter certainly isn’t put off by the possibility and gives her a tentative smile back. But before anything else can happen, Rogue is suddenly rocked back, and Peter finds himself pulled to the previous bed he was on by Jean’s telekinesis.

“N-No! This… we can’t afford to get distracted! This makes the deep dive more important than ever! We need to stay on task!”

“What are you on about?! I walked in on the two of you fucking! As far as I’m concerned, getting dicked down by Peter IS staying on task!”

“You don’t understand, Rogue! That was f-for a good reason! Not just to h-have sex!”

“Suuuure it was!”

As the two girls bicker back and forth, Peter finds Jean’s telekinetic hold easy enough to break with a simple flex of his body. As he stands up, and looks between the two young women, they both fall silent, staring at him beseechingly. Each of them want something from him… and they both know that at the end of the day, it’s his decision what happens next.

On the one hand, Jean is probably right. If he just… did this, then the deep dive is important. On the other hand, Rogue has been touch starved for how long now exactly? He doesn’t feel right, just leaving her hanging in the wind…