la collection 2

2. Sex Tape

Sex Tape

Summary: You and Peter get it on but what you didn't know is that his mask is recoding the whole thing

Warnings: SMUT FOR DAYS

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Peter has just finished his patrol of the city, luckily there wasn't anything major happening so Peter came back unscathed. You told your dad that you and him were going to catch up on some studying, that was a complete lie. You and Peter spent the time cuddling and watching moves in his bedroom. Once the movie was done you get up from Peters arms, much to his dismay, to stretch your legs. Your eyes catch sight of his Spider-Man mask. You saunter over to it and pick it up. You place it over your head and face Peter. Peter looks up and let's out a soft chuckle at your weirdness.

"Why doesn't it stink in here?" You ask curiously. He looked at you offended.

"What you mean why doesn't it stink in there?" He asked from his bed, still offended. You giggle at him, not meaning it in a mean way.

"You may have superpowers but you still sweat and sweat has an odor so why doesn't it stink?" You ask, knowing that it will tick him off asking these questions. Your mission was successful at Peters disgruntled noise.

"Just take that off and come cuddle with me." He says impatiently.

You take off the mask but end up pressing something in the process. You looked at the mask confused, it still looked fine so maybe you didn't do anything lethal to it. You place it back on his lamp and walk towards him. You flip down on the bed next to him. His arm wraps around your shoulders and your head leans down on his chest.

Half way through the movie you started to get bored and started to traced shapes on Peters chest, your fingers doing their own thing. Peter notices your shift in movement.

"What you doing love?" He asks with a little chuckle at the end.

You turn in his grasp, placing your hands on his chest to prop yourself up. His arm slides down to your lower back, dangerously close to your ass, not that you minded.

"I'm bored, I wanna do something else." You say, knowing exactly what you wanted to do with your time.

"And what is that babe?" He asks, his hand moving behind his head, making his muscles bulge.

You glance at them and bite your bottom lip. Instead of saying what you're thinking you lower Peter's hand that was on your lower back to your ass. You look at Peter to see that he gets your message and without hesitation takes your hips in his hands and slides you on his lap, your knees on either side of him, straddling him.

You lean down to connect your lips together, the rush of his lips moulding with yours gets your heart pumping and your body hot. You slowly start to grind your hips on his. He groans in the kiss, his hands squeezing your hips and guiding you on him. You lace your fingers in his hair and yank on it. He lets out a groan in response. You take the opportunity to dive your tongue into his mouth, deepening the kiss.

You feel Peter growing beneath you and you moan at the contact of his croch against yours. Your hands release from his hair and drag down his chest, feeling his abs tense under your touch. You get to the hem and slowly lift it up, signaling you want it off. Peter notices and disconnects your lips and strips himself of his shirt, you do the same, leaving your bra on show.

Peters eyes lock onto your chest and yours do the same to him. You drag your fingers in the dents of his abs, feeling the muscle tightening under your fingertips. Peters hands move from your hips to your back, unclasping your bra, the straps fall down your arms. You throw it across the room, not caring about it right now.