PSP: It's A Nut You Can Play Outside

Author's Notes: she's cute,,, he's also real cute,,, i dunno what else to say im sorry! its my first time writing squirrel girl, please be kind hahah. also tfw ur not witty enough to write peter parker fuck my baka chud life

There were definitely better places to hook up than in a tangle of trees in the middle of a mangled Central Park. Peter knew that. Doreen, however, thought nothing of it as she wiggled her wide—impressively wide and distracting—hips as she worked open the secret fly in his Spider-Man suit. Her eyes sparkled almost innocently as his cock immediately sprung out once the zipper was pulled all the way through.

“I knew it!” Doreen giggled as she wrapped a hand around his shaft. Her fingers danced along his length, her grip tight but playful, as she leaned in to press a sloppy kiss to his drooling tip. He hissed at the soft sensation.

“Knew what?” Peter managed to grunt out as she peppered kisses along his now throbbing dick.

“That you were hung like a goddamn horse! Maybe we should be callin’ you the Spider-Stallion or—”

“Please don’t.”

How he managed to say that without laughing was a mystery to him. How he managed to stay hard as Doreen babbled about how amazing his Spider-Cock was also a mystery. He couldn’t help but smile as he reached out and pushed her auburn locks out of her pretty eyes.

Humming, she shifted lower. The tree branch creaked slightly under their combined weight and her tail swished happily behind her, knocking a few leaves to the ground in the process. Her lips stretched around Peter’s nuts and expertly stuffed them into her mouth. A noise that could only be described as a yelp and groan escaped the web-slinger as the wet warmth of her mouth surrounded his sensitive flesh. Her tongue lathed itself all around his balls—the tops, the sides, the underside and the seam between them—in between harsh sucks that had him seeing stars.

“Damn,” he breathed. “Chasing that nut, huh?”

She snorted.

But she didn’t stop.

If anything, she grew bolder. Her lips smacked loudly around him in between sucks. Her hands were a blur around his cock as she suckled on his balls. Peter’s eyes rolled back as pants dripped from his lips like a broken faucet. His head tipped back as pleasure surged from nerve to nerve. His balls tightened. He was about to—

Then, Doreen pulled away—her lips stayed tightly wrapped around his balls that Peter lowkey worried that she might make off with them entirely—with a loud ‘pop!’ that seemed to echo throughout Central Park.

“Wh... what the hell...?”

Giggling, the ginger haired woman turned around, shimmying her hips to help pull down her impossibly tiny shorts that hugged her even more impossibly thick ass. “Sorry, Spidey! I couldn’t wait anymore! Mind helpin’ a girl out?” she asked. Strings of arousal stretched and snapped between her puffy pussy and her soaked panties.

Peter couldn’t help but groan at the sight even as his balls ached from being edged so suddenly. His hands shot forward, deft fingers sinking into her gloriously firm but plush flesh, as she ground against his throbbing dick. Sweet, heavenly friction burned between them. The tickling of her fluffy tail against his neck as it swished back and forth happily only added to the sensation.

Unable to take it anymore, he lined himself up with her dripping cunt and slammed forward.

It was Doreen’s turn to see stars as Peter’s cock kissed her womb in one smooth stroke. Her inner walls gripped his prick deathly tight, so tight that it nearly pushed him out, as she howled in sweet bliss.

“Thought you were Unbeatable Squirrel Girl, not the Unbecoming Puppy Girl,” Peter snickered.

“Oh... sh-shut up!” Doreen shot back in between breathy laughter.

The branch below them creaked and shook violently with every enthusiastic thrust. Countless leaves danced their way to the ground. High-pitched whines and mewls escaped Doreen’s drooling lips as Peter managed to bite back a couple so-called witty one-liners.

It was probably best to not turn off the girl who beat Thanos on her own, after all.