Peter Parker's New Groove by CambrianBeckett

Rogue

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."