Peter Parker/Rogue Side Story - Touch me Sugah

(AN: had this written for a while but I didn’t really like it. But tbf no reason not to post it.)

Peter Parker shot through the city, swinging from building to building, momentum carrying him forward as he let go of one web and fired another, the wind rushing past his mask as he made his way home. He arced high over an intersection, twisting midair before he caught a traffic light, flipping forward as he released and shot another web to a nearby skyscraper. He was almost back home, just a few more blocks

, when the hair on his arms stood up and his spider-sense flared.

He twisted midair, kicking off the side of a building as a blast of fire shot past where he'd been. He shot a web, pulling himself up, but another burst came from below. He released and spun, letting himself fall before catching a flagpole, the metal hot against his gloves as he swung under it. He flipped over the street and caught a ledge, clinging to the side of the building as another blast scorched the wall near him. He shot forward, webbing a light post and flipping off it, barely dodging another wave of flames as he swung toward the source.

A kid, probably twelve, sat curled up near the edge of a rooftop, arms wrapped around himself as flames poured off his body in wild bursts. His sobs echoed between the buildings as the fire lashed out, uncontrolled, catching against the edges of the roof as he clenched his fists. Peter shot a web, aiming to land behind him, but another wave of fire forced him to release early. He fired again, pulling himself forward before channeling bio-electricity through his arms, boosting his speed as he zipped past another blast, getting closer—

A figure dropped toward the kid from above, arms outstretched, but another explosion of flame sent her flying backward. Peter moved without thinking, webbing her midair and pulling her toward him, flipping as he landed on a nearby building.

Peter looked shocked as he saw the woman’s face. “Rogue? What you doing here? Is Megamind trying to get me to join again? Tell him I’m not a mutant,” he said rapidly.

Rogue coughed, pushing herself up on her elbows as she shook off the impact. "Ain't here for you, sugar," she said, voice rough as she wiped soot from her face. "Kid's awakened. He can't control it."

Peter nodded. "I got this," he said, turning before she could argue, shooting a web to the next rooftop and launching himself forward. Though as he went Rogue couldn’t help but stare at his back in shock and touch her face as one of peters gloves had burnt off and she felt the warm touch on her face. ‘How…’

The fire came fast, wild and uncontrolled, but Peter kept moving, flipping over one blast, twisting under another, using his bio-electric pulse to push forward when the heat made the air too unstable to web-swing properly. He landed in front of the kid, hands up, voice steady. "Hey, I know you're scared, but I need you to breathe. You're not alone, okay? I've been where you are. We can help."

The kid shook his head, flames bursting around him again, but Peter stood his ground. "It's alright, I promise. I know someone who can get you help." He extended a hand, and for a moment the flames flickered, lowering slightly. The kid swallowed, breath shaky as he reached out, and Peter took his hand, lifting him gently before webbing toward Rogue.

She stood waiting, arms open. Peter handed the kid off. "Xavier's got him, right?"

She nodded. "He'll be safe."

Peter nodded back, turning away as he shot a web, swinging back into the city.

He reached his apartment, slipping in through the window as he landed lightly on the floor. He pulled off his mask, rubbing his eyes as he let out a long breath. "Long day." He peeled off his suit, tossing it aside before stretching his arms. He walked toward his bedroom in his underwear, opening the dresser, but then he froze.

Someone was sitting on his bed.

Peter stood frozen in his bedroom, the cool air of his apartment brushing against his bare skin as he clutched his chest, covering himself instinctively. His eyes widened at the sight before him: a woman on his bed, naked, positioned on her hands and knees, her body illuminated by the faint city glow streaming through the window. Her skin was creamy and smooth, with a faint sheen of sweat that made her look radiant, almost otherworldly. Her face was striking—high cheekbones, full lips painted a soft pink, and large, expressive green eyes that locked onto his with hunger. Her hair cascaded down her back in a wild, voluminous mane of auburn, streaked with white, the strands falling in thick waves that framed her face and brushed against the bed.

Her breasts were full and heavy, hanging slightly as she leaned forward, their pale flesh tipped with rosy nipples that stood erect, begging for attention. Her waist narrowed before flaring out into wide hips, leading to a round, firm bum that jutted out invitingly, its curves soft and inviting. Between her thighs, a thick patch of dark pubic hair curled densely, glistening faintly with moisture. Her legs were long and toned, ending in small, delicate feet with high arches and painted toenails.

"It's about time ya got back home, sugah," she drawled, her voice thick, husky and teasing as it cut through the silence. Her lips curled into a smirk, her eyes never leaving his.

Peter's breath hitched, his arms tightening over his chest as he stammered, "Rogue? What are you doing here?"

She shifted, beginning to rise from the bed, and Peter couldn't tear his eyes away. Her movements were slow, deliberate, as she pushed herself up onto her knees first, her breasts swaying with the motion, the weight of them jiggling slightly. Her hips rocked as she swung her legs over the edge, her bum pressing into the mattress before she stood, her body trembling with a mix of anticipation and desire. Each step she took toward him made her curves shake—the soft bounce of her breasts, the jiggle of her thighs, the sway of her hips. Her hair fell over one shoulder, brushing against her nipple, and her feet padded softly against the floor, the arches flexing as she closed the distance.

"I reckon ya touched me earlier, Peter," she said, her voice low and sultry, each word dripping with longing. "No one's laid a hand on me in near ten years, not without drainin' 'em dry. But you... you did it. Felt my skin. Lord, it was incredible, like a fire of my own lightin' up inside me. I ain't never felt nothin' like it, and I want more. Need more."

Peter backed up, his bare heels hitting the wall with a soft thud, his heart pounding as she stopped just a foot away. Her presence was overwhelming—her scent, a mix of soap and smoke, her heat radiating toward him. Before he could protest, she pressed her body against his, her breasts flattening against his chest, her pubic hair brushing his thighs. Nothing happened—no draining, no danger. She moaned, a deep, throaty "Aahhnnn," the sound vibrating through him, shooting straight to his cock, making it twitch with sudden, urgent need.

"Touch me, sugah," she whispered, her breath hot against his ear, her lips brushing his lobe.

Peter's hands moved without thinking, his fingers trembling as they found her skin. He slid them up her sides, feeling the softness of her waist, then cupped her breasts, their weight heavy and warm in his palms. He squeezed gently, his thumbs brushing over her nipples, and she gasped, "Ohhh, yes, Peter, that's it, so good, so damn good." Her moans filled the room—soft "Mmmnnn" and sharp "Ahhh" sounds that grew louder as he kneaded her flesh, his fingers digging into the plushness of her breasts.

He leaned in, capturing her lips in a hungry kiss, and she melted into him, her mouth parting to let his tongue explore. Her moans turned into a continuous "Nngghh, ohhh, yes," her hands clutching at his shoulders as he deepened the kiss. His hands roamed lower, sliding over her hips, gripping her bum, squeezing the firm flesh until she rocked against him, her pubic hair brushing his erection through his underwear. "God, Peter, don't stop, it's so good, so fuckin' good," she panted between kisses.

His fingers slipped between her thighs, parting the thick curls of her pubic hair to find her wet and ready, and he rubbed circles over her clit, feeling her body tense and shudder. Her moans escalated—"Ohhh, ahhh, mmmnnn!"—each sound a desperate plea as her hips bucked against his hand. He kept kissing her, swallowing her cries, his other hand still groping her breast, pinching her nipple until she arched into him, her entire body trembling.

"Peter, ohhh, I'm gonna—ahhh!" she cried out, her voice breaking as her orgasm hit, her knees buckling slightly. Waves of pleasure coursed through her, her moans turning into sharp "Ahh! Ahh! Nngh!" as she clung to him, her body shaking violently. He didn't stop, his fingers working her through it, drawing out every shudder until she went limp against him, panting and whimpering.

But he wasn't done. His hands continued to explore, sliding back to her bum, squeezing and kneading as she caught her breath. She looked up at him, her green eyes hazy with desire, and slid her hand down his chest, over his stomach, until it rested on the bulge in his trousers. Her fingers traced the outline of his cock, stroking slowly through the fabric, and she murmured, "Now, sugah, let's see what else ya got for me."

Rogue's lips curved into a wicked smile as she lowered her head, her auburn and white hair cascading over her shoulders. She pressed her mouth to Peter's chest, kissing the taut skin just above his heart, her lips soft and warm as they trailed down, leaving a path of heat. Her tongue flicked out, tasting the salt of his sweat, and she murmured, "Mmm, sugah, you taste so good," her accent thick and sultry. Her hands slid to his waistband, fingers hooking under the elastic of his trousers, and with a slow, deliberate tug, she pulled them down, letting them pool at his ankles. His underwear followed, exposing him fully, his cock springing free, hard and eager.

She stepped closer, her naked body pressing against his, her breasts flattening against his chest, her pubic hair brushing his thighs. The heat of her skin was intoxicating, her curves soft yet firm, her scent a mix of musk and desire that filled his senses. Rogue spat a glob of saliva into her palm, the wet sound echoing in the quiet room. She rubbed her hands together, spreading the slickness, her eyes locking onto his with a hungry gaze. Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, she wrapped her spit-slick hand around his cock, her fingers gripping him tightly.

"Ohhh, look at this, so hard and warm, darlin'," she purred, her voice dripping with lust as she began to stroke him, her hand sliding up and down his length. "Feels so good in my hand, like it was made for me. Mmm, I can feel it throbbin', gonna make me cum just touchin' ya." Her strokes were slow at first, each movement deliberate, her thumb brushing over the sensitive tip, spreading the precum that leaked from him. The wet sound of her hand moving against his skin filled the air, a slick, rhythmic "Schlick, schlick, schlick" that drove him wild.

Peter's breath hitched, his body trembling as waves of pleasure shot through him. Her hand was warm, wet, and tight, the friction sending jolts of ecstasy up his spine. Her body pressed against his, her breasts squishing against his chest, her hips rocking slightly as if she couldn't help but grind against him. The sensation of her pubic hair tickling his thighs, the softness of her stomach, the heat of her breath against his neck—it was overwhelming, a storm of desire that made his cock twitch in her grasp, each pulse a desperate plea for more.

"God, Rogue, ahhh," he gasped, his hands gripping her hips, feeling the curve of her bum as he steadied himself against the wall. Her moans joined his, soft and needy—"Mmmnn, ohhh, yes"—each sound vibrating through him, her pleasure at touching him evident in the way her body shuddered. "So hard, so warm, sugah, it's drivin' me wild," she whispered, her accent thickening with arousal. "Gonna make me cum again, just feelin' how good ya are, how ya fill my hand. Wanna feel ya explode, wanna feel that heat all over me."

Her strokes quickened, her hand tightening, the slickness of her spit making every movement smoother, sexier. Peter's cock twitched again, a violent jerk in her grip, the tip flaring as precum dripped down, mixing with her saliva. The pressure built inside him, a tight coil of heat that threatened to snap, her dirty words pushing him closer to the edge. "Ya like that, don't ya, darlin'? Like my hand on ya, makin' ya feel so good. Mmm, it's gonna make me cum, just thinkin' 'bout how hard ya are, how ya gonna coat me."

With a strangled cry—"Ahhh, Rogue!"—Peter came, his orgasm hitting him like a freight train. His cock pulsed in her hand, spurting warm cum in thick, creamy ropes. The first jet hit her stomach, splattering across her pale skin, the warmth dripping down to her pubic hair. Another followed, splashing onto her breasts, the sticky heat coating her nipples. She moaned louder—"Ohhh, ahhh, mmmnn!"—her body convulsing as the sensation triggered her own release. Her knees buckled, and she squirted, a gush of clear fluid hitting the floor with a wet "Splash" as her body shook violently, her hips bucking, her cries echoing in the room. "Yes, yes, ohhh, sugah, I'm cummin' with ya!"

They stood there, panting, their bodies slick with sweat and cum, the air thick with the scent of sex. Rogue's chest heaved, her breasts jiggling with each breath, her eyes glazed with satisfaction. But the hunger hadn't faded. With a seductive sway of her hips, she turned and moved toward the bed, her movements slow and deliberate. She bent over, positioning herself on her hands and knees once more, her body a perfect curve of desire.

Peter's eyes followed every inch of her, drinking in the sight. Her bum was round and firm, the pale flesh smooth and slightly reddened from their earlier intensity. Between her cheeks, her anus was tight and pink, a small, puckered hole that glistened faintly with moisture. Her pussy, still wet from her orgasm, peeked out beneath the thick patch of pubic hair, the lips swollen and inviting. Her legs stretched out behind her, toned and muscular, leading down to her feet. They were small and delicate, the arches high and elegant, the soles soft, the toes curled slightly into the mattress. Her painted toenails caught the light, a flash of color against the pale skin, and her heels pressed into the bed, accentuating the curve of her calves.

She looked back at him over her shoulder, her green eyes smoldering. "Come on, sugah," she drawled, her voice a velvet invitation. "Ain't done with ya yet."

Rogue's reaction was explosive. "Ohhh, God, Peter, yes!" she screamed, her voice breaking into a high-pitched wail. Her body shook, thighs trembling as he licked her, his tongue swirling over her clit, then dipping inside. She thrashed on the bed, her hips bucking wildly, her moans deafening—"Ahhh, mmmnn, fuck, yes!" Her hands clawed at the sheets, fingers digging into the fabric, twisting it into knots as she gripped harder, her knuckles white. "Don't stop, don't stop, ohhh!"

Her body convulsed, each lick sending shockwaves through her. Her back arched, breasts swaying beneath her, nipples brushing the mattress. Her legs quaked, feet pressing into the bed, toes curling as waves of pleasure crashed over her. "Peter, ahhh, it's too much, too good!" she cried with desperation.

Then it hit—a gush of liquid erupted from her, soaking his face and the bed beneath. it hit the sheets, her squirting hard, her body jerking violently as she screamed, "Ohhh, fuck, I'm comin'!" The stream pulsed, hot and clear, drenching everything, her hips thrusting against his mouth as she rode out the orgasm, her moans turning into incoherent cries—"Nngh, ahhh, yes!"

Breathing hard, Peter pulled back, his cock throbbing with need. He stood, pressing himself against her, rubbing his length between her thighs. The slickness from her release coated him, the wet heat making his skin slide easily against hers. "Mmm," he groaned, the friction sending sparks up his spine.

Rogue whimpered, her voice ragged. "Please, sugah, I need it, need ya inside me," she begged, her accent trembling with urgency. "Fuck me, please, I can't wait, wanna feel ya so bad." Her hips pushed back, seeking him, her pussy still dripping, thighs quivering.

He lined his cock up, the tip brushing her entrance, hot and inviting. Peter's breath caught in his throat as he pressed forward, the tip of his cock nudging against Rogue's slick entrance. Her pussy was hot, wet, and inviting, the thick curls of her pubic hair brushing his skin as he guided himself in. He felt the first resistance, her folds tight and yielding, gripping him as he pushed, the sensation electric. The warmth enveloped him, a soft, wet heat that made his cock throb with anticipation. Her juices coated him, slick and slippery, easing his way as he inched deeper, the friction sending shivers up his spine.

Rogue gasped, her body tensing as he entered her. "Ohh, sugah, that's it, stretchin' me so good," she drawled, her voice trembling with a mix of pleasure and pain. Her inner walls clenched around him, tight and velvety, the pressure intense as her body adjusted. She felt every inch, the hardness of him filling her, the heat of his skin against her most sensitive places. It was overwhelming, a rush of sensation that made her toes curl into the mattress, her fingers still gripping the sheets.

He pushed further, his hands sliding to her hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh. Her skin was smooth and warm under his palms, the curve of her bum pressing back against him as he held her steady. He felt a sudden barrier, a thin membrane that resisted his advance. With a gentle but firm thrust, he broke through, the hymen tearing with a sharp, fleeting resistance. A small trickle of blood mixed with her wetness, warm and sticky against his cock.

Rogue winced, then let out a breathy laugh. "Well, ain't that somethin', darlin'? Guess I didn't have many suitors back home. Before the Ol’ powers activated."

Peter groaned, the tightness around him intensifying as he pushed deeper, the sensation of her virgin walls adjusting to him driving him wild. Her pussy gripped him like a vise, pulsing and hot, the slickness now mixed with the faint metallic tang of blood. It was intoxicating, the way she enveloped him, her body trembling beneath his hands. He finally bottomed out, his cock buried to the hilt, the tip pressing against her cervix, her depths warm and welcoming. The pressure was exquisite, a perfect fit that made his balls tighten with need.

For Rogue, it was a revelation. "Lord, Peter, you're fillin' me up, stretchin' me wide," she panted, her accent thick with arousal. "Feels like fire and honey all at once, burnin' me up inside. Ain't never felt nothin' this good, sugah. Fuck me, wreck me, make me yours."

That was all the encouragement he needed. Peter lost control, his hips snapping forward as he began to thrust, each movement hard and deep. He gripped her hips tighter, his fingers bruising her skin as he pulled her back to meet each thrust. Her bum jiggled with every impact, the soft flesh rippling under his hands, her pussy sucking him in with every withdrawal and welcoming him back with a wet, squelching sound—"Schlick, slap, schlick." The rhythm was primal, urgent, his cock sliding in and out, coated in her juices, the friction driving him closer to madness.

Rogue's voice filled the room, a mix of dirty talk and encouragement. "That's it, pound me, darlin', split me open with that big, hard cock! Mmm, you're hittin' spots I didn't even know I had, makin' me see stars. Harder, sugah, harder—show me how bad ya want this pussy!" Her words were laced with a wild, uninhibited joy, her Southern drawl turning every syllable into a seduction.

He obliged, his thrusts becoming erratic, feral. The bed creaked under their weight, the headboard banging against the wall as he fucked her with abandon. Her pussy was a tight, wet glove, clenching around him, her inner walls rippling with every thrust. He felt her legs shake, her feet pressing into the mattress, the arches flexing as she pushed back, meeting his rhythm. Her body was a symphony of movement—her back arching, her breasts swaying, her bum bouncing against his hips.

The pressure built inside him, a molten heat that coiled tighter with each thrust. Rogue's voice spurred him on. "Cum for me, sugah, fill me up, I wanna feel that hot load deep inside. Gimme every drop, make me yours!" Her words were a command, a plea, and he couldn't resist.

With a guttural groan—"Fuck, Rogue!"—Peter came, his cock pulsing violently inside her. His cum shot out in thick, warm spurts, coating her inner walls, the heat mixing with her wetness. It was a flood, each pulse sending more of his seed deep into her, the sensation triggering her own release. "Ohhh, Lord, I'm comin' again!" she cried, her body convulsing as she squirted, a powerful gush of liquid erupting around his cock, soaking the bed and dripping to the floor with a wet "Splash, splash." Her pussy clenched around him, milking him dry as her thighs quaked, her entire frame shuddering with the force of it.

But Peter wasn't done. His cock, still hard and sensitive, remained inside her, the aftershocks of his orgasm making him twitch. He pulled out slowly, the wet sound of their connection breaking filling the air, and grabbed her leg, lifting it up to the side. Her thigh was smooth and trembling, the skin glistening with sweat and cum, her foot dangling in the air, the arch high and elegant, toes curled in ecstasy. He positioned himself, his cock still slick with their combined fluids, ready to keep fucking her, the hunger in his eyes matching the fire in hers.

Peter drew back, his cock glistening with their combined fluids, the slick heat of Rogue's pussy still clinging to him. With a powerful thrust, he drove back into her, the force making the entire bed shudder, the headboard slamming against the wall with a loud "Bang!" Rogue screamed, her voice raw and wild—"Ohhh, fuck, Peter, yes!"—her body jolting forward, breasts bouncing, hips bucking as he filled her completely. The bed creaked and groaned under their weight, the mattress dipping with each thrust, the springs squeaking in protest.

He didn't stop, pulling out almost entirely before slamming in again, his hips crashing against her bum with a sharp "Slap!" The impact sent waves through her flesh, her thighs quaking, her pussy gripping him tighter with each movement. Her juices coated his cock, warm and slippery, the wet sound of their connection—"Schlick, slap, schlick"—filling the room, driving him harder. Rogue's screams turned into cries of pure ecstasy, her hands clawing at the sheets, nails tearing into the fabric.

He adjusted, lifting her leg higher, resting her foot on his shoulder. Her skin was smooth and warm against him, the arch of her foot elegant, toes curled tight from the intensity. He thrust again, the new angle letting him go deeper, his cock rubbing against her inner walls in a way that made her gasp—"Lord, darlin', you're hittin' me so deep!" Her pussy clenched around him, the pressure exquisite, her wetness dripping down his balls, soaking the bed further.

Leaning in, Peter kissed her foot, his lips brushing the sensitive arch, tasting the faint salt of her skin. He moved higher, sucking one of her toes into his mouth, his tongue swirling around it, the sensation making her moan loudly—"Mmm, ohhh, sugah, that's wild!" The sudden intimacy sent a shockwave through her, and she squirted again, a powerful gush of liquid spraying out, hitting his chest and stomach with a wet "Splash!" Her body convulsed, thighs trembling, hips jerking as she cried, "Keep doin' it, Peter, please, don't stop!"

He obeyed, sucking harder on her toes, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin as he kept thrusting, his cock sliding in and out with relentless force. Her orgasm crashed over her, but he didn't slow down, fucking her through it, his hips pounding, each thrust making her scream—"It won't stop, it won't stop, ohhh, I can't take it!" Her voice was desperate, her body shaking uncontrollably, her pussy flooding his cock with more juices, the slickness making every movement smoother, sexier.

Her moans became incoherent, a constant stream of "Nngh, ahhh, mmm," her words lost to the pleasure. Her breasts swayed with each thrust, nipples hard and begging for attention. Peter leaned down, capturing one in his mouth, sucking and biting gently, the taste of her skin salty and sweet. Her reaction was immediate—her body shook worse, her back arching, legs spasming as he nipped at her nipple, then moved to the other, leaving red marks on her pale flesh. "Ohhh, Peter, you're killin' me, so good!" she gasped, her voice breaking.

The bed rocked violently now, the headboard banging rhythmically—"Thud, thud, thud"—as he drove into her, her juices coating them both, dripping to the floor. Her pussy was a tight, soaking heat, clenching and releasing around him, driving him to the edge. But he held on, wanting to push her further, to give her something unforgettable.

Finally, he reached a crescendo, a climactic finish that was raw and primal. With a growl, he flipped her onto her back, spreading her legs wide, her feet dangling on either side of him. He grabbed her hips, lifting her slightly off the bed, and thrust with all his strength, his cock hitting a spot deep inside that made her eyes roll back. "Cum with me, Rogue, let's burn together!" he roared, his voice hoarse with need.

Her response was a scream of pure abandon—"Yes, yes, fill me, flood me, darlin'!"—and they exploded together. His cock pulsed, shooting thick, hot cum deep inside her, the warmth spreading through her core, coating her walls in a rush of heat. At the same time, she squirted again, a massive gush that sprayed out around his cock, soaking his thighs, the bed, and the floor in a wild, wet cascade—"Splash, gush, splash!" Her body convulsed, hips bucking, breasts heaving as she cried out, "Ohhh, Lord, it's everywhere, so good, so fuckin' good!"

But Peter wasn't finished. His cock, still hard and throbbing, remained buried in her, the aftershocks making him twitch. He lifted her leg again, this time hooking it over his shoulder, her foot resting against his neck. Her arch was high and trembling, toes curled tight, the skin slick with sweat and cum. He positioned himself, his cock still slick and ready, the tip brushing her entrance as he prepared to keep fucking her, his eyes locked on hers, both of them breathless and insatiable.

This was gonna be a long night.

(AN: Well now, y'all enjoy that little number I whipped up for ya? 'Cause let me tell ya, I sure had myself a grand ol' time puttin' it together. Ain't nothin' quite like writin' for a proper Southern belle, and darlin', this was just a dream come true. Hope y'all had as much fun readin' it as I did.)