#marvel characters

⠀ NOTES ꜜ i swearrrr he loves loves the idea of filming it, he’s just shy at first!!!

The window slid open with a soft and practiced way to open it. Peter climbed inside with his shoulders looking like heaven and earth dropped in back. His mask tugged up so he can catch more air than the mask allows him to do while his hair is damped with sweat. His feet dragged him towards his dresser before he muttered something underneath his breath, “God, my back is killing me.” His voice sounds a little muffled as he works with the suit’s zipper. He didn’t even glance at the bed because he was too busy peeling himself out of the fabric. His body had been itching to be free after hours trapped in the suit and he grumbled, “Stupid thing always sticks-” before finally yanking it halfway so his shoulders to his waist were uncovered. The springs creaked when you shifted and only then did his head snap toward the bed.

He froze from where he was standing the moment he saw you sprawled across his sheets with your phone in your hand. He doesn’t even know how to react right now like should he be shocked or is he just too tired to figure out how you got here? His chest is heaving from all the running and swings on the way home which made his curls stick damply to his forehead. His wide eyes blinked like he was making sure that he wasn’t hallucinating. Well, it makes sense since he’s been missing you lately. “What the-” he started while catching his breath and pointing toward you. “What are you doing here?” You tilted the screen down slowly with your lips quirking because the way he stood in the middle of the room with half his suit hanging on his hips was too easy to laugh at. “Nice welcome,” you teased while tucking your phone aside and folding your arms under your chest. “I thought you’d be happy to see me after saving the city or whatever you were doing out there.”

He looked like he wanted to argue when he opened his mouth, but he just shut it closed again before he rubbed the back of his neck. His eyes darted towards the door as if May would suddenly walk in on them. “I just-” he starts before he exhales like he doesn’t know what to say without making you angry. “I didn’t know you’d be here. Did May let you in?” You shrugged before answering him with a “maybe” and you watched his shoulders drop when you didn’t explain further. “Maybe I got a key that May gave me and we just forgot to mention it to you? You add. “Don’t joke like that,” he stated before his lips formed a nervous grin as he shook his head like you are messing around. He moved closer while dragging the suit down from his waist to his legs until he stood there in his boxers. “You scared me. I thought I was alone,” his voice was still heavy from what he had been doing outside.

“Pretty sure you never are,” you said lightly while shifting to your side so he could sit if he wanted. “You’re either out there swinging around or in here with May checking on you every ten minutes. You should be used to surprises by now.” He just tiredly huffs a laugh at that comment as he brings his hand up to his hair to brush it before he lowers himself to sit on the edge of the bed. His thigh brushes over yours when he sits down and the mattress dips under his weight and from how he leans back on his palms. “Yeah, well,” he sighed while tilting his head toward you with a crooked smile. “You’re still a surprise. A good one. But still.” The feel of his skin was hard to ignore and you moved closer until your chest pressed against his side when he leaned back again. You pulled him closer before he could say no to you when your arms wrapped around his waist. His skin still feels hot and cool at the same time. Maybe it’s because of the body fluids, but you don’t really mind and it looks like he does with the way he made a small sound when you held him tighter.

“You’re gonna get all sweaty,” he muttered while glancing down at the way your hands locked behind him. The muscles in his stomach stiffen when your fingertips are pressed over there and he doesn't know if he shouldn’t move or pull you away. “That’s fine,” you said as you pressed your face against his like some cat smelling their owner. He smelled like his usual perfume and sweat and it only made you cling harder. “I don’t care.” Peter shifted uneasily at the thought but not enough to move you. His hand twitched on the blanket and then rested against your arm where you held him. He didn’t push you off. He just stayed there. “You always pick the worst time,” he said under his breath while shaking his head. “I look disgusting.”

“You look hot,” you argued while tilting your head so your cheek brushed his damp curls. His breathing hit your jaw heavy from the run home and your grip only tightened. “I’ve been waiting in your bed and you’re gonna tell me you don’t want me touching you?” A shaky laugh left him while his eyes flicked toward the desk where his mask had been dropped and then back to the way your arms clung to his bare waist. “You’re insane,” he mumbled even as his chest pressed closer. “Not insane,” you murmured while kissing the edge of his jaw before he could duck. “Just can’t help it right now.” His eyes narrowed when he picked up that tone in your voice. “What do you mean, can’t help it?” he asked like he didn’t know it already… like hello? You’d been like that with him many times before and he was still acting innocent.

“Exactly what it sounds like,” you said while finally pulling back enough to meet his gaze. His hair stuck to his forehead and his lips parted while you let your fingers dig into the line of his hip. “My body wants you more than usual. So stop acting like me being all over you is a problem.” Peter’s mouth opened but nothing came out for a second. His ears went red while his grip on the mattress turned tight. “Jesus,” he muttered while his eyes dropped to your mouth and then lowered like he couldn’t stop himself from looking even when he knew he should. “You don’t make this easy.” His knee brushed yours when he leaned back again and his sweat still cooled on his skin. His voice dropped as if he was letting you in on some secret.

“You know, this thing-” his chin jerked toward the mask sitting by his desk, “-it’s not just a piece of fabric. It’s… like, way smarter than it looks. Mr. Stark put a whole system in it. Karen- the name is obvious. She… she talks to me when I’m out there.” His fingers fiddled at the waistband of his boxers while his knee bounced like he couldn’t keep still. “I didn’t realize until a couple of weeks ago but… it keeps records. Like, everything I see all the time I’m wearing it. It’s stored and organized. Karen even shows me clips if I ask.” The information should have sounded matter-of-fact but the way his ears flushed ruined it. He scratched at his thigh while his eyes slid toward the mask again before flicking back to you. “It’s crazy tech, I swear. Tony- Mr. Stark- he built it with so many features and I’m still figuring out half of them. You wouldn’t believe how much storage it’s got like an actual database built into the suit. I just thought it was video playback at first but it’s-” he cut himself off when your hand slid against his stomach and he felt his muscles jump under your touch.

“You’re saying,” you murmured while watching his mouth twitch as you ran your nails gently over his skin. “That every time you wear it… Is it’s recording? Everything?” you asked like there was an idea in your little head. “Y-yeah,” he admitted while nodding quickly then slowing down like the weight of what he’d said caught up. His knee pressed harder against yours. “It’s… yeah. Which is insane, right? Like, I’ll be swinging buildings around and Karen’ll ask me if I wanna save highlights and then later she’ll play them back like it’s an album collection.” The thought made your stomach tighten and you pushed your fingers lower until you stopped right where the waistband hugged his hips and his breath caught and his chest rose fast while his eyes darted to yours.

“That means right now,” you said slowly while pressing the words out against his skin. “If you put it on… it’ll save this too.” Peter’s throat bobbed hard and he shifted like he might pull back but he froze when your nails brushed his side again. “It- yeah,” he rasped quietly but clearly. “It would. Every second. And… if I asked Karen- then she could show me.” You smiled without moving your hand even when his hips twitched. “You sound like you kinda want that.” His eyes widened and he shook his head too fast with curls sticking damp to his forehead. “I don’t- no, I-” The protest broke off when you leaned in and bit softly at his jaw and his grip clamped down hard on the blanket beneath him. “It’s not- fuck, it’s not that I want it. It’s just… the tech’s insane. Like, Stark Industries is level insane. It’s all… Overwhelming.” His words tangled when your lips brushed his ear.

“Jesus. You’re not even listening, are you?” You shook your head quickly to deny his accusation while pouting. “I’m listening,” you whispered while pressing your palm against his stomach until he made a sound in his throat. “I heard everything. I just think maybe you’re underestimating how hot it’d be.” His laugh came short and shaky and his eyes dropped to where your hand pressed. “You’re- god. You’re impossible.” He looks like he’s trying to steady himself when he blows out a breath and tilts his head back. “If I put it on, you realize what that means? It won’t just be in the moment. It’ll… stay. Every sound. Every- everything.” The idea made you smile like everything was falling right into your hands.

“That’s the point,” you said while pulling back just enough to look at him fully, but still in bed and just kneeling on it. His face was flushed and his chest stayed damp from the suit and his legs spread wider on the mattress like he couldn’t stop them. “Don’t you wanna see it? How do you look when I’m on you?” Peter’s hand left the blanket and hovered near your thigh like he wanted to grab but couldn’t make himself do it so he brought it back again where it was placed before. His voice dropped almost too low. “I… I do.” The mattress dipped when you climbed over his thigh slowly so he couldn’t pretend not to notice. His breath hitched and your knees bracketed his hips and your body pressed down over his lap. He froze like he was afraid to move first and his fingers curled tight on the sheets but his eyes gave him away.

They moved from your mouth to the stretch of your sweater to where you settled against him in nothing but your panties underneath your skirt. The thin cotton brushed right over the bulge in his boxers and his jaw clenched and you felt the twitch under it. “Sit down properly,” you murmured while rocking forward just enough to make his cock press against the fabric. “So when you wear the mask… The video will look like it’s really from your eyes. Every second and every time I move, it’ll be saved as if you’re looking right at me.” His head fell back against the wall and his throat worked as he swallowed. “That’s… ngh, that’s what I said,” he rasped while trying to laugh and it came out broken when you ground harder against him. “Karen would save it as point of view footage. Timestamped and sorted. Even… even labeled.” His hands twitched up from the blanket but stopped halfway like he didn’t trust himself to put them on you.

“Do you even get what you’re asking me to-” He didn’t even finish his words when you put a finger on his lips. “Don’t explain it like you’re in physics class,” you said while pressing your hips down until the head of his cock pushed against your slit through the fabric. Your body begged for it and his thighs trembled while you circled your hips. “Say it straight. It’ll look like what you saw if I ride you while you’ve got the mask on.” A sound escaped his throat, half groan and half laugh, and his head tipped forward again so his forehead almost touched your chin. “Fuck,” he whispered hot against your skin. “Yeah. It’d be like… like you’re me. Watching it the way I did.” His hands finally landed while gripping your hips so tight the air caught in your lungs.

“And then later… I could pull it up. Play back every second exactly how it happened.” You tilted forward and your chest pressed against his and your lips brushed the damp curls stuck to his temple. “You’d get to watch me bouncing on your cock, again and again.? Don’t tell me you don’t want that.” His grip tightened and his fingers dug in until you gasped. “God,” he muttered with his eyes squeezed shut like he hated himself for giving in. “You’re- ngh- you’re insane.” The word slipped rough and his hips pushed up without meaning to and the friction went through you and a shaky sound left your throat that made him curse again.

You pressed on his chest until his back hit the mattress and his body gave way under your weight with a grunt. His hair spread across the pillow and damp curls stuck to his temple. The sight of him lying out in nothing but his boxers sent a rush through your belly. His cock twitched against your skirt as you shifted. He almost grabbed for you but you slid off his lap before he could. His hand caught only air and his brows drew together while you padded toward the desk. The mask sat where he had left it. It lay crumpled beside his desk light. Your fingers closed around the fabric and you turned it in your hands so he could see. His voice came from the bed. It sounded tight and warning but it had already shaken. “Don’t mess around with that. It’s not a toy.” You carried it back step by step and teased your skirt higher as you moved. His eyes stayed on the hem instead of your face.

You climbed over him again and settled back down on his lap. The press of your cunt lined up with the hard length under his boxers. He hissed through his teeth when you rocked once. “If you wear this,” you said while holding the mask up between your fingers. “The video will save the look from your eyes and point of view.” His hands grabbed your thighs right away and slid under the hem of your skirt like he could not hold back. “I already told you that,” he muttered as his fingers squeezed bare skin and his cock pushed harder against you. “Every second is stored.” You leaned close and brushed the mask against his cheek. “So if I ride you with this on… The database…” You dragged the word slowly as you watched his adam’s apple jump. “… Is going to have a record. Someone like Mr. Stark could check it if he ever wanted, right?”

Peter’s hands froze under your skirt and his grip tightened until it almost hurt. “Don’t- don’t even say that,” he stammered while his eyes darted to the mask in your hand. “He doesn’t… he wouldn’t. But yeah. Theoretically. If he wanted to. I don’t have control over Karen.” You let out a quiet laugh under your breath and rolled your hips on him again until his cockhead pressed right against your slit through your panties. “So he’d see me bouncing on your cock. Full view with audio too?” His breath broke into a groan as his hands shoved your sweater up because he needed skin. “Fuck, stop. Don’t put that picture in my head. I can’t…” You pressed the mask over his mouth and it muffled him as his words died in his throat.

“You never answered,” you whispered while brushing your lips over the top edge of the mask before sliding it up toward his hairline. “Can you delete it? Or would it just sit there forever in some folder? Your girlfriend spread out on your lap taking your cock while Karen saves every second.” He swallowed hard as his pupils blew wide and he finally grabbed the mask from your hand and yanked it on. His voice came out rough and rushed through the filter as he muttered, “I don’t even know if I could delete it. I don’t know if I can export files. I can replay them but transfer? Not really. Delete? Maybe. I don’t… I don’t know. I never tried.” His hips bucked up under you with the confession while his cock ground firm against your wet slit. “If it saves, it saves. I can’t move it. I can’t hide it.” You dragged your nails up his stomach and pulled a muffled grunt from his chest.

“So if you let me fuck you like this there’s no guarantee it’ll ever be gone.” He didn’t say anything but his hand shot up before you could taunt him again and he stole the mask straight out of your grip. Your skirt flipped up when he shoved you back onto the mattress and he crawled over you in one motion. His knees bracketed your hips and his weight pressed you down while his chest hovered above yours. He yanked the mask high enough to leave his mouth exposed as it slid into place with practiced ease. The glowing edges blinked dim while his lips curved into a crooked half-smirk. Confusion crossed your face while your chest rose fast under your sweater. “Why isn’t it all the way on? Doesn’t it need to be in for the thing to work?”

His answer didn’t come right away. Instead, his palm pressed down between your thighs and rough pressure dragged over the damp spot clinging to your panties. The sudden contact made your breath stutter while your thighs twitched open against his hold. He rubbed slow circles and the heel of his hand pushed right over your clit until you let out a broken sound. “Pretty sure it works the same,” he muttered, his voice rough and husky through the half-covered mask. He kneaded your cunt through the thin fabric to test how wet you already were and his eyes stayed locked on your face. “I just need my mouth free for something else.” Your hips jerked up into his palm before you caught yourself while embarrassment mixed with the rush spreading fast in your belly. “What… what are you even planning?” The soaked cotton clung to your folds as he dragged his fingers lower over your slit and your voice cracked when he pressed harder.

“Peter…” He leaned closer while the mask edge brushed your cheek and his breath hit your skin. “Don’t act dumb. You think I was gonna let you start recording without tasting you first?” His thumb rolled over your clit again slowly while his other hand slid up under your sweater to palm your breast through your bra. The rough drag of fabric against your nipple made your back arch off the bed. “Nhg- fuck-” You tried to bite back the sound while his palm kept moving and the slick spread easily now. He pressed down harder and rubbed your panties against your pussy until it felt like you were melting into his hand. “You said it saves everything,” you breathed out while your eyes stayed wide on the mask glowing dim above you. “So it’s saving this too? You rubbing me like this?” His mouth curved hot against your jaw as he spoke.

“Yeah. It’s saving the way you moan right now. Every little noise, every reaction, and every fucking wet drag under my hand.” He pushed two fingers harder into the fabric until the shape of your slit showed clear against the cotton and there was no space left between you and his touch. Your thighs trembled as you gasped and clutched at his shoulders while your sweater rode up higher with every movement. “Hhnngh- nghh- Peter-” Your eyes flicked back to the mask and you were still confused even though your body needed him. “But it’s not all the way on. Are you sure?” He muttered roughly as his thumb circled lazily and his lips brushed the corner of your mouth close enough you could feel him smile. “Guess we’ll find out,” he whispered. The heel of his palm pressed down harder against your clit until your hips bucked helplessly.

His palm left your cunt only long enough for him to slide lower between your legs and force your thighs apart until your skirt bunched high on your waist. The mattress dipped as he settled on his stomach while the mask glowed dim above your belly. His fingers hooked behind your knees and pushed them wider before his mouth pressed against the soaked fabric of your panties. A jolt shot through you the second his lips wrapped around your clit. He sucked the swollen bud through the cotton until wetness spread across the thin barrier. Your back arched off the sheets as your fingers tangled in the blanket. “Nnnghh- hahh fuck- Peter-” The sounds broke out before you could stop them.

Shame rose in your throat as he dragged his tongue over the damp spot and flattened it against your pussy. He groaned into the fabric while his tongue pressed harder and he made sure you felt every line of your slit even with the cover still in the way. His grip tightened to keep you pinned when you jerked against his mouth. He pulled back just far enough to speak and his voice came out rough. “It still tastes good through it. You’re so fucking wet.” Then his face buried right back between your legs and his mouth closed over your clit. The suction grew harder until your hips bucked again. “Nhhnnn ohhn- hahh s-stop-” The word stumbled out even as your thighs clamped tight around his head and dragged him closer. Your voice shook when you gasped. “That’s- mmfhh- it’s not fair. You’re not even- hnngh- on my skin yet.”

His laugh was muffled against the soaked fabric as his mouth dragged lower and pressed his tongue right over your hole. The pressure made your stomach twist especially when he pushed harder and worked his tongue against the cotton as if he could force it inside. Every drag of it over your entrance left you gasping while your cunt clenched around nothing and the fabric stuck wet to your folds. You tried to push at his head while your body twitched under the intensity. “Nnhh fuck what are you- ahhnn- doing? You can’t even- nghh- go in like that-” He lifted his head and panted against the damp patch before yanking the fabric to the side in one rough pull. Cool air hit your soaked pussy as his eyes locked on the slick shine coating your folds. “Guess I can,” he muttered with his voice harsher than before before ducking down again.

The first swipe of his tongue against your bare clit tore a broken cry out of you. A rush shot down your spine as he circled the swollen bud. He started slow then moved roughly when your thighs began to shake. “Ahh- nn nghh ffuck- Peter ohh my god-” Your head dropped back with your eyes squeezed shut but the mask’s dim light pressed against your skin. “It’s- hahh- it’s worse I can’t- mmhhffhh- can’t handle it-” He growled deep against your cunt as his lips sealed tight around your clit. He sucked hard and pulled the swollen nub into his mouth until wetness coated his chin. When he pulled back to lick through your folds with his tongue pushing deep between them his words came muffled but harsh. “Yeah, you can. You’re ovulating aren’t you? No wonder you’re dripping all over my face.”

Your breath stuttered and your chest heaved under your sweater. “Hhnnghh, don’t- don’t say it like that-” Your voice broke again when his tongue shoved into your hole and spread your walls wetly around it before pulling back out only to sink in again. He groaned into your cunt as his tongue fucked you sloppy. Each thrust went deeper than the last until slick dripped down his chin onto the sheets. One hand left your thigh just to tug the mask higher so his mouth could move freer and he dove back in with a hungry sound that made your whole body quake. His mouth pulled away before your body could tip over the edge and left your clit throbbing with slick dripping down your folds.

The pressure of it only grew worse when he crawled up with his chin shining wet and his lips flushed and puffy where the mask was pushed high enough to free his mouth. Your breath continues to stutter when his hand slips underneath the waistband of your panties and you can feel the excitement go through your system. He didn’t quickly tug it off because he traced his fingers first against your skin before he decided to pull them down your thighs and he just carelessly tossed them somewhere in his room without even looking where they landed. His next target is your sweater and he shovels it up for you to take off the rest while he unclasps your bra like he’s running out of time. You can feel the cold air brush on your nipples the moment the bra has been taken off your body and you also feel aroused from how he looks down at you. It should be funny the way he’s still wearing his marks that only cover his face, but no. It sends electricity pulls in your belly. His voice came out rough and a little uneven from breathing hard. “Skirt stays. Looks good on you like this.” His fingers brushed your thigh as he said it and his knuckles grazed your slick folds before slipping two fingers into your cunt without giving you time to answer.

The stretch made your back arch off the bed with a sudden cry while your walls gripped tight around the intrusion. “Ahh- fuck, nghh-” Your legs trembled and your thighs twitched as you gasped. “Peter- hnnhh- it’s too much-” He pressed in deeper until his knuckles bumped against you and held his hand still inside your cunt so you felt every inch filling you. His forehead dropped close and his voice went husky against your ear. “Relax. I got you.” Then he drew his fingers out slowly and dragged wetness down your slit before thrusting them back inside harder this time. Your hips jerked up to meet the motion as loud slick sounds filled the room while the camera caught every movement of his hand working your pussy. “mmhnnn, ohh- ahhnnn, god-” The noises left your throat is hoarse and you turned your face into the pillow to muffle them but his other hand grabbed your chin and forced you to look back at him.

“Don’t hide,” he muttered while his fingers curled inside you until your whole body shook. “I wanna see your face. They’ll see it too.” His mask hid most of him but his eyes stayed steady and locked on you as his fingers pushed deep again. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes from how much your cunt clenched around him while the pressure wound tighter with every curl of his fingers against your walls. “nnhh-hahh, fuck, I can’t-” Your voice cracked into a moan when his thumb brushed your clit just once and your thighs jumped like you’d been shocked. He hissed when he felt how you pulsed around his hand. “So wet. You’re ready for me.” His cock strained against the front of his boxers while the fabric turned dark with pre and he ground his hips down against the mattress to keep himself in check.

“Gonna stretch you open yeah? Need you loose for me first.” The words made your belly knot tighter while your cunt clamped down on his fingers until it hurt and you gasped out against his jaw. “D-don’t tease- just, please-” He shoved deeper and swallowed the rest of your words with a hard kiss that smeared your slick across his chin again. When he pulled back his mouth was wet and he panted against your lips. “Not teasing. Just want you dripping for my cock. Look how much you’re taking already.” His fingers spread you wider until you cried out with your body thrashing under his weight. His fingers didn’t stop moving inside you but dragged against your walls again and again until your thighs wouldn’t stop twitching. Each thrust sounded louder in the room, wet and sticky, while the camera caught every slip of his hand into your cunt.

His other hand pushed down his boxers just enough for his cock to spring free. It was red at the tip and leaking across his knuckles as he wrapped his fist around it. The sight made your chest rise fast while your breath stuttered as you looked down between your bodies and saw the two motions at once. His fingers were buried inside you while his hand pumped his cock slowly. He groaned under the mask while his eyes flicked from your face to your pussy. “Fuck… look at you.” His hand worked itself faster when your walls squeezed his fingers and his voice came strained. “You’re dripping so much… you’d take me easy like this.” Your nails dug into the sheets as another cry spilled out when he curled his fingers just right. “Ahhnn- mmff, Peter, ohh-” He leaned close with his forehead brushing yours while the mask scratched lightly against your skin. His words came softer and careful but needy. “Can I- mmh, can I go in raw?”

His cock twitched in his grip when he asked it. It leaked onto his hand as he kept his eyes locked on yours. Your chest lifted against him while your breath broke and your head tipped back on the pillow. The pull deep in your belly grew unbearable with the thought of him inside you. “Nnghh, y-yeah- hahh, don’t wanna wait- please-” He groaned again, the sound dragging from his chest almost like it hurt to hold back. His fingers slid out of you slowly and left you empty and clenching around nothing. The mess he pulled free made his hand shine when he stroked his cock with it. He angled himself so the camera could see both. Your pussy was spread open while his cock swelled against his palm.

“Shit. You’re so fucking wet for me,” he muttered while pressing the head of his cock against your slit without pushing in yet. He rubbed the tip through the slick folds as his breathing turned heavier. Your legs shifted restlessly as you tried to catch him inside but he kept his cock teasing between your lips. “P-Peter-hahh-stop teasing- just fuck me already-” His hips jerked against you and leaked more pre that smeared over your clit. His voice shook a little when he answered. “I will. Just… need a second. You feel unreal.” His fingers dug into your thigh to steady himself while his cockhead dragged down to your entrance and slid over the flutter of your hole.

He shoved his boxers down all the way and kicked them aside. The thin stretch of fabric hit the floor without him caring where it landed. His cock stood heavy between you both, swollen and slick from his hand, and he caught the base in his fist like he needed to steady himself. The mask sat crooked above his mouth with his jaw wet from where he’d been between your legs. His eyes stayed locked downward as he lined himself up and watched the way your folds spread under the press of his cockhead. A hiss broke from him the second he nudged through. The blunt tip caught and slipped until he pushed just past the first give. His voice came hoarse. “Shit… so tight already…”

He glanced up at you for a moment like he was checking if you could take more before he dragged his gaze down again to see himself slide deeper. The stretch forced your mouth open in a broken cry and your back arched as inch by inch filled you. “nnghh- hahh, ffhh- Peter- s-so slow, I can feel everything-” He grunted under his breath but didn’t speed up. He kept his hand firm at the base of his cock so it wouldn’t slam in too fast. “I know. Just… let me. Want the camera to see it all, every second.” His words were rough and almost whispered like he was talking more to himself than to you but the strain in his throat told you he meant it. The drag felt like it would never end.

He pressed forward until his hips finally met your ass with his cock buried full inside. A long groan ripped out of him as he shut his eyes for a moment. “ffh-fuck, you’re squeezing me so hard-” His hand lifted to your thigh and held it open so the camera could catch where your pussy clung to him. He stayed still for a moment to try and breathe before moving his hips the slightest bit. He pulled out slowly and pushed back in just as slowly. Your nails dug into his shoulder desperate for more friction but the pace he set was steady and careful. “Peter you’re… driving me crazy- please, move faster-” He shook his head quickly with his hair brushing against the edge of the mask while he continued to thrust into you again and the push was wet and heavy. “Not yet. Just- look.” His voice cracked while he kept watching the point where his cock disappeared inside you and the sight turned his breathing harsh.

“You see that? You’re taking all of me… every fucking inch…” Your thighs trembled when he said it and the teasing pace made your nerves scream for more. “hhnnghh- ahhnn, ohh- fuck, feels so good, mmfhh, d-don’t stop-” He groaned with you while every thrust dragged out longer than the last and the wet sounds filled the room as the camera recorded each slow sink of his cock into your cunt. His thumb stroked over your hip to hold himself together and his voice dropped rough. “You feel too good to stop.” Your body clenched around him while he eased deeper and his weight drove you into the mattress. The mask hid most of his face but the way his mouth parted and the shake in his breath gave him away. He didn’t move fast. He only rolled his hips until you felt every inch and every slide pushed slowly inside.

Both of your bodies brush and touch chest to chest when he leans closer while his hand slides up in between the two of you so he can squeeze your bare breast and fondle it greedily in his hand. His thumb brushes on your nipple teasingly before he moves it in a circular motion until it’s fully hardened under his touch and the reaction of your body makes him grunt against your skin. “Shit… It’s really all on there,” he muttered with his voice muffled under the mask as his hips ground down again. His eyes locked on yours and they looked dark and unsteady. “Every second of this.” Your nails dug into his shoulders when he pressed you down harder into the bed. “Feels like I’m fucking Spiderman,” you whispered with your breath catching when he pulled almost all the way out before sinking in again deeper this time. The mask made him look less like the boy you were used to and more like someone larger and more dangerous. His hand closed over your breast and groped firm as if the camera needed to see it too. “Don’t say that,” he panted while rolling your nipple between his fingers until you whimpered. “It’s me.”

“Not with that mask on,” you teased but your voice broke into a moan when he pushed deeper and angled his hips just right. Your legs twitched around him before wrapping tight at his waist and locking him in place. “Looks like him. Feels like him. You don’t even look like Peter right now.” He grunted with his hips faltering at your words and his hand slid down to grab your thigh and squeezed it hard while keeping your legs caged around him. “Don’t… don’t say it like that,” he breathed as he fucked you slow and filled you until your head tipped back into the pillow. “You know it’s me. You feel it’s me.” The bed creaked when he pushed in again and every stroke was drawn out and rough so the camera could capture the way you fell apart under him.

His free hand moved to the other breast and kneaded it before tugging your nipple until you gasped. His thrusts picked up before you even realized it and the drag of his cock turned into loud wet sounds that filled the room. The mattress knocked against the wall every time he drove in and his body stuck to yours with sweat. He didn’t slow down. He held you open with your legs wrapped high around his waist and the slap of skin against skin made your breath come out broken. “Fuck-” he grunted short and ragged with his head dropping close to yours as his hips slammed into you. The mask pressed against your forehead when he leaned down and his mouth caught your jaw between curses. “Feels so fucking good- can’t stop.” Your hands scrambled against his back with your nails dragging down over the sweat running off his shoulders. “Peter- faster- fuck, don’t stop.”

Every push jolted you further up the bed and your tits bounced with the force until his hand caught one again and squeezed it hard enough to make you gasp. “Look at it,” he panted with his eyes flicking to the angle of the mask. “It’s all in there- the way you’re squeezing me, the sounds you’re making. Shit-” His voice broke when your pussy gripped tighter and forced a grunt out of him while he pounded harder and the bedframe shuddered beneath both of you. The air pressed heavy with the wet drag of his cock and your breathless moans. “God- feels so deep- I can’t- Peter, I can’t-” Your thighs shook around his waist as you clung to him with your voice cracking. “It’s alright,” he groaned and snapped his hips into you harder until your body jerked with each thrust.

“You’re taking it- hahh, fuck- you’re taking me so good.” His chest pressed hard against yours while he rutted into you and groaned when your pussy tightened again. “Don’t- don’t hide your face. I want it on the camera. Every second.” Your head tipped back against the pillow with your mouth falling open as you whimpered under him. His thrusts didn’t let up. Each one was messy and wet and echoed in the room while his balls smacked against your ass with every move. His hand cupped your breast tighter with his thumb flicking your nipple as he hissed, “You’re so fucking perfect like this. You don’t even know what you look like right now.” The mask hid his eyes but the way his mouth parted red and swollen kept him close enough to remind you it was still Peter beneath the fabric. He was still the boy you knew but right now he was fucking you like he couldn’t think of anything else and the thought of the camera catching it all made your whole body feel something

Your body jerked when the pressure finally snapped and everything inside you broke loose at once. Your pussy clenched hard around his cock and the cry that tore out of you came straight from your throat. Your legs locked tight around his hips to keep him there. Peter groaned when he felt you squeeze down and his thrusts didn’t falter. “Oh you’re- you’re squeezing me so hard,” he stammered with his voice breaking as he kept driving into you. The wet slap of his cock inside you grew louder and your body shook under the force. Only gasps and whimpers spilled out while he fucked you through it because you couldn’t even answer him.

“Hahhn, f-fuck Peter-” The tears forming at the corners of your eyes clouded the sight of him above you with his mask half-rolled up and his mouth open and wet with sweat running down his jaw. He leaned down and his voice was rough against your ear. “Don’t stop- don’t let go of me. Keep taking me- you’re so tight- shit-” His words tumbled out between grunts while his hips smacked into yours faster like he was chasing the edge that had been building in him too long. The orgasm dragged on and on with every thrust sparking another wave until your body arched off the bed and the sheets dampened beneath you. “Nnhh- oh my god, s-stop, I-I can’t-” Your nails sank into his back as he slammed into you with his cock so deep you swore you felt it everywhere.

“N-no. You can,” Peter gritted out with his voice rough and shaky and his breath hot against your cheek. “Fuck- you feel- I’m-shit, I’m close-” His thrusts grew uneven and harder with each one shoving a noise out of you until you cried against his shoulder. The bedframe rattled when he drove in one last time with his cock twitching inside you as he finally broke. A guttural grunt ripped from his chest and his whole body tensed while he spilled cum deep into your pussy. He didn’t pull out and he didn’t slow. Instead, he still ground against you with sloppy thrusts that made his cum spill back out around his cock. You whimpered overstimulated and trembling with your voice catching as you choked out, “S-so much- nghh, oh my god-”

Peter buried his face against your jaw and the edge of his mask brushed your cheek as he groaned into your skin. “Fuck, I’m- I’m still- can’t stop- feels too good.” His thrusts stayed messy and desperate until he finally slowed. Even then his cock stayed inside you thick and hard with cum dripping down to the sheets. When the weight of him finally eased your body slumped back into the mattress while your chest kept heaving shallow breaths. Then Peter dragged himself out with a low groan and his cock slipped from your swollen cunt leaving a mess that immediately leaked down. The air cooled against your damp skin but the sting between your thighs reminded you just how hard he had been inside you. He pushed back onto his knees still breathing heavy and his hand came up to hold the base of his cock while his eyes dropped down.

Through the gap in his rolled-up mask, his mouth parted in a soft sound as he stared at the way cum spilled from your pussy onto the sheets. “Holy shit,” he muttered with the words catching like he hadn’t meant to say them out loud. His thumb grazed your inner thigh before he spread you wider just to watch more of it drip out. “It’s- uh, wow, it’s really-” Your foot pressed against his thigh in a quick kick before he could finish. It wasn’t hard but it was enough to snap him out of it. “Stop staring and take it off already,” you breathed still flushed and trembling. “The mask. Now.” Peter blinked like he had forgotten he was even wearing it. “Huh? Oh- right.” His fingers fumbled for the edge and tugged it up over his damp curls until it came free. “Better?” he asked while his hair stuck out messy in every direction and sweat made strands cling to his forehead and his cheeks were flushed as he gave you a sheepish grin. “You look stupid keeping it on while you’re naked,” you told him though the laugh that slipped past your lips softened the bite.

You drag him closer until he’s hovering over you again when your hand reaches up and curls your fingers in his hair. He leans down without a fight before he presses his mouth against your to kiss you. It tasted sweet and there’s a muffled groan present that makes him look needy for it. His lips moved eagerly and desperately as if he hadn't kissed you for long. You let him take control of the kiss and you just breathe into his system while the tension is pulling away into something more comfortable when his tongue slips inside your mouth. His hand touches your neck up to your jaw so he can feel you more with his thumb now brushing your cheek gently. When you pulled back your foreheads stayed pressed together while his hair tickled your skin. “Next time,” you murmured while still catching your breath, “Let’s try using your web shooters.” Peter laughed under his breath with his smile brushing your lips. “Yeah? Next time.” He kissed you again slower this time before he finally collapsed beside you.

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