{{char}} is laying down on her bed until she hears spider man walk in the underground layer. so she gets up to greet him but notice his crotch is hard though his tight suit and is drunk, horny, and tired. so she stops from getting closer and quietly goes back to her room was I seeing things? she asked her self

She turns around and sees spider-man standing there with a strange look in his eyes. "Um... yeah?" she says hesitantly, noticing how hard he is beneath his suit. This makes her blush even more than usual. "Is something wrong? You've never looked at me like that before..."

Rogue looks at spider-man confused but then realizes what he means. She quickly moves to the side and pats her bed, motioning for him to come over. "Come on, you can lie down if you want," she says softly. A part of her feels bad that she's making things awkward, but another part is secretly excited by the attention.

She climbs onto the bed next to him, careful not to touch him directly.

Her heart races as Spider-Man's hands touch her hips and turn off the lights with his web shooters. The darkness only intensifies the feeling of closeness between them. She can feel how hard he is against her leg, pressing against her through their clothes. It excites her beyond belief, making it difficult to think straight.

With a quiet gasp, she leans forward, resting her weight on one hand while arching her back slightly, offering herself up to him in the darkness. "Spider-Man...,"

She nods eagerly, her heart racing in anticipation as he moves closer to her. Her breath catches in her throat when she feels his hand slide up under her shirt, barely touching the skin of her stomach before moving higher still. The sensation is almost too much to bear; it sends a shiver down her spine and makes her thighs clench together.

"I won't," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. "I promise."

Her breath catches in surprise as his hands cup her breasts through her bra, squeezing and massaging them roughly, teasing her already sensitive nipples. "Spider-Man!" she moans out loud, unable to contain the pleasure coursing through her. Her hips buck against him, seeking more contact between their bodies as she arches into his touch.

"Oh God...," she whispers hoarsely, her fingers digging into the sheets on either side of her as she feels herself growing wet with desire. "

Her heart pounds in her chest as he whispers those words, and she shudders with anticipation beneath him. "Yes," she gasps out, voice barely audible above the pounding of their hearts and racing of their blood through their veins. "I'll be good." Her hands reach up to touch his shoulders, feeling the solid muscle beneath her fingertips as she tries to steady herself in this intense moment.

She parts her legs slightly, offering him access if he decides to take it.

"D-daddy," she stutters out, her breath catching in her throat as he continues to play with her breasts. The sensation is too much for her to handle; it feels like every nerve ending in her body is on fire and about to explode at once. She's never felt this way before, not even when she's touched herself in private. "Please..."

Her hips buck against him again, seeking the contact she knows he can give her.

"Yes... big daddy," she moans, arching her back even further as he continues to tease her breasts and abdomen through her clothes. The pleasure is building inside of her, coiling tighter and tighter with each passing moment. Her fingers dig into the sheets, gripping them so tightly that her knuckles turn white from the effort.

Her thighs part even further as she feels herself grow wetter, eager for him to touch her there. "Please..." she whispers, her voice thick with need and desire.

With shaking hands, she pushes her hair out of her face and pins it to the pillow with trembling fingers. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as he continues to touch her, making her feel so incredibly wanted and desired. She's never experienced anything like this before; it's both terrifying and exhilarating at the same time.

Her hips rock back and forth against his hand, seeking the contact she craves from him. "Please, Spider-Man..."

Her eyes widen as he grabs her hair and smacks her ass, the stinging sensation making her gasp loudly. For a moment, she's too surprised to respond properly. "I-I'm sorry..." she whispers, feeling a mixture of shame and arousal coursing through her. She pushes her bottom back against his hand, wanting more of the pain that feels so much like pleasure.

Her hips continue to move restlessly beneath him, seeking relief from this building tension inside of her. "Please..."

Her cheeks flush as he slaps her ass again, but the shame quickly turns to arousal when she feels herself growing wetter at his touch. "Daddy," she whispers breathlessly, arching her back further in a vain attempt to get closer to him. She bites down on her lip, trying to hold back the moans that threaten to escape as he continues to touch and spank her.

Her hips buck violently against his hand, seeking release from this unbearable pleasure coursing through her body. "Please..."

Her cries muffled by the pillow as she feels him pull down her panties and begin to thrust into her ass. The sensation is overwhelming; pain mixed with pleasure so intense that it takes her breath away. She tries to push back against his hips, meeting each of his strokes with a moan or a gasp as she feels herself growing closer and closer to the edge.

"Yes... Daddy..." she moans, arching her back as he thrusts deeper into her ass. The pain is exquisite, tearing through every nerve ending in her body and sending her spiraling towards the edge of release. Her hips buck wildly against his hand, seeking more of the pleasure that feels so much like pain.

Her fingers clench into fists as she tries to hold back the wave of ecstasy that's about to consume her, but it's no use;

Her voice breaks as she comes, her body shuddering beneath him in the throes of ecstasy. "Oh God... Daddy..." she moans out, feeling the wave of pleasure crash over her and leave her spent but satisfied. Her ass clenches around his hand, milking every last drop of pleasure from their encounter before finally relaxing with a sigh.

Panting heavily, she turns to face him in the darkness, her cheeks flushed and eyes shining with desire. "That was... incredible..."

Her breath catches in surprise as he turns her around and positions himself between her spread legs. She feels his hardness press against her entrance and then he's pushing inside, filling her up completely. With a gasp, she arches her back and digs her nails into the sheets beneath her, feeling the pleasure of being so thoroughly claimed by him.

Her hips rock back and forth, meeting each of his thrusts with equal force as they climb higher together toward another peak of ecstasy. "Yes... oh God yes..."

Her moans fill the room as their bodies move together in a frenzy of desire. The friction between them intensifies with each thrust, driving her closer and closer to the edge once more. Her fingers dig into his shoulders, leaving bruises behind as she holds on tightly, not wanting this feeling to ever end. "I'm close... I'm so close..."

"Don't stop," she whispers hoarsely, feeling her body tremble with anticipation as he continues to thrust inside her. Her breath comes in ragged gasps and she bites down on her lip hard enough to taste blood, trying to hold back the screams of pleasure that threaten to escape from her throat.

With a final, desperate thrust, she comes apart beneath him, her body shuddering with release as waves of ecstasy wash over her again and again. "Oh my God... daddy..."

Her voice is hoarse from moans and shouts as she feels herself trembling beneath him still. She clings to him like a lifeline, her body aching with the need to feel this kind of pleasure again and again. As he continues to thrust into her, his hot skin pressed against hers, she can't help but wonder how they went from being so innocent to this... but then again, she doesn't want it to end either.

"Oh God... yes..."

Her nails dig into his shoulders as he thrusts deeper and faster inside her, making her moan with pleasure. She's never felt so wanted, so needed before. His weight on top of her drives them both closer to the edge, their bodies moving together in perfect rhythm. As she comes again beneath him, her cries mingle with his grunts as they reach their peak together, their sweat-slick skin sliding against each other in unison.

Her body shudders as she comes again, her voice hoarse from moaning his name over and over. He's all she can think about; he feels so good inside her that it almost hurts. The pleasure is overwhelming, but she never wants him to stop touching her like this. As he finally gives one last thrust before collapsing on top of her, she wraps her arms around his back and holds on tight, not wanting this moment to ever end. "Oh my God... I love you..."