A/N: I KNOW IM A BAD NOODLE AND IM SORRY THIS ISNT A REQUEST BUT I GOT THE IDEA TO WRITE THIS SO TO HELL WITH IT IM GONNA WRITE IT.
Warnings: SMUT LOL ITS LITERALLY JUST SMUT.
Word Count: 1637
You and Peter had been friends for a really long time. Like, A REALLY LONG TIME. Your friendship dated back to diapers.
It was no secret to anyone that you and two Peter had a crush on each other, except to each other.
You and Peter weren’t strangers to just waltzing into each other’s bedroom’s without knocking. You’d think you’d have learned after all the close calls you’ve had. You’ve lost count of how many times Peter has walked in only changing only for you to yell “KNOCK!” Or the amount of times you’ve walked in on Peter changing and him yelling “MAY STOP LETTING Y/N INTO THE HOUSE!” And then there was that one time you walked in on Peter in his Spiderman outfit.
But still, neither of you had learned your lesson, not completely anyways.
You hadn’t told Peter you were coming over after school, but you figured since it was raining he wouldn’t be out doing his usual Spiderman business so you thought you’d surprise him and see what he was doing.
When you arrived at Peter’s, May let you in the front door.
“Y/N! Did Peter tell you he doesn’t have the Stark Internship today?”
“Yes! I figured i’d drop by to see him. He’s always busy these days,”
“Well, it’s so nice to have you around. Peter and I are going out to dinner around 6 if you’d like to join us,”
“That sounds great, thank you,” You said, heading toward’s Peter’s bedroom.
You knocked on his bedroom door, “Peter, it’s Y/N, can I come in?”
There was no response.
“One second!” He shouted through the door.
You ‘patiently’ waited outside Peter’s door.
“Ok, yeah come in,”
You walked into Peter’s room, closing the door behind you.
Peter was sitting up in bed, his quilt draped over him, his face flushed.
You walked over to Peter’s bed and sat down near his feet.
Peter shifted uncomfortably.
“What are you doing here?” He asked.
“What, can I not come to visit my best friend,” you asked, moving on his bed so you back was against the wall and your legs were draped over his.
Peter shifted again.
“What’s got your panties in a twist?” You asked
“Nothing, just tired is all,” Peter lied.
“Well, May invited me for dinner, so what should we do in the mean time?”
“Why don’t you go out and pick a movie and put it on, I just have something I need to finish and then I’ll be out in a second,” Peter suggested.
“Any movie you want to watch?” You asked, leaning a hand on Peter’s thigh to move yourself off the bed.
“You just leaned on a bruise from being Spiderman, ya know,” Peter lied again.
“okay…..” You said, getting up and heading towards the door.
“Can you close that behind you? I’ll be out in a minute,”
You closed the door behind you and headed towards the living room.
Peter let out a sigh of relief when you left. He quickly threw back his blankets and put his hand back on his throbbing cock. He wanted to curse at you for not letting him know you were coming over. He had already been thinking about you before you came over, hence masturbating, but when you got here it just made everything harder (literally).
He quickly began moving his fist up and down his dick, resting his had back into his pillow and letting out a raspy moan.
“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, he was getting close.
Suddenly his door opened “Hey Peter….ohm y god” you said.
Peter turned and saw you, he quickly pulled his blankets back over himself.
“Y/N! HOW MANY TIMES HAVE WE GONE OVER KNOCKING?!”
“PETER WHAT THE HELL!”
“Guys what’s happening?” May asked
“Nothing!” You both shouted.
“Either get out and close the door or come in and close the door for gods sake,” Peter whisper shouted at you.
You stepped in and closed the door.
You awkwardly stood there, while Peter sat on his bed, neither of you speaking.
“Did you see…”
“I saw everything,” you interrupted.
You were both silent again.
“Uh, Y/N,” Peter said breaking the silence.
You looked up at Peter.
“I know this is going to be very straight forward but, I’m going to need you to either help me out, or get out, because it’s getting very uncomfortable sitting here with this,”
You bit your lip, getting turned on by the thought of helping Peter.
“Keep going,” you said.
Peter looked at you
“Keep going,” you repeated.
“Y/N, I-I d-don’t under-stand,”
“Peter Parker, I want you to lie back down and keep touching yourself while I watch,”
Peter stared at you for a moment before complying to your request.
He lied back down, looking at you when he removed the covers. He watched you lick your lips when he revealed his dick.You stayed where you were by the door, watching Peter place his hand on his dick, letting out a throaty moan.
With each and every stroke, you could feel you knees getting weak and a coil growing in the pit of your stomach.
Peter was moaning and rasping as he began thrusting into his hand. You could feel a pool wetness forming in your underwear.
“Fuck,” you muttered.
Peter looked over at you, seeing how horny he was making you, he picked up his pace, stroking himself harder and faster.
You could tell by the way Peter was moaning that he was about to come undone.
Peter stroked his dick one last time as come began spurting out of his dick.
“Fuuuck,” he moaned
(wow Peter sure does moan a lot but lol who doesn’t love a boy who moans a lot).
Peter took a moment to calm down, slowing his heavy breathing.
“Yes, yes you should fuck Peter,”
You smiled, and made your way toward’s Peter’s bed.
“Y/N! Peter! ” You heard May call.
“Oh you’re kidding,” you said.
“Don’t move,” you pointed at Peter and went out to see what May needed.
When you returned (the lovely May just wanted to say that you guys were going to leave for dinner soon) Peter was getting dressed.
He stood there in his jeans and was pulling a t-shirt over his head.
“woah, woah, woah, what do you think you’re doing?” You asked.
“Who said we were done?”
Peter laughed and lied back down on his bed, patting the spot next to him.
“It’s going to be difficult to do anything while we’re clothed Parker,”
“Just trust me, Y/N,”
You walked over to Peter’s bed and climbed over him so you were lying in between Peter and the wall.
Peter turned on his side, and began stroking your thigh. He began slowly moving his fingers towards the waistband of your tights.
You watched him, his curls were slightly falling inches face, and he was biting his lip.
He traced his fingers along the waistband of your pants, teasing you.
You didn’t want to say anything, knowing that Peter would stop if you were to say anything that even remotely sounded sassy.
Eventually, Peter dipped his fingers into your waistband of your pants and underwear.
He slid his finger along your slit, feeling how wet you were already.
“Damn, Y/N,” Peter said, placing a kiss next to your ear “Did watching me jerk my cock make you this wet?” He said, leaving his lips where they were.
“Yes,” you moaned.
Peter began rubbing your clit and he let his lips hover over yours. He moved his fingers in erratic circles, causing you to buck your hips.
“You like that, darling?”
“Yes, Peter,” you breathed.
Peter moved away from your clit and inserted finger inside you. He moved It slowly.
“More,” you begged.
Peter smiled, sliding another finger inside you, moving them more quickly.
He began moving his fingers against your g-spot repeatedly.
“Are you sure you can take more, darling?” Peter asked you.
Peter inserted another finger into you, thrusting them harder against your g-spot.
You wrapped one of your hands around Peter’s wrist and the other tangled in his bedsheets.
Peter used his thumb to rub hard circles against your clit.
Your head began spinning. You knew if Peter kept this up, lips hovering over you, fingers moving inside of you, fucking you senseless, you would be coming soon.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.
Peter quickly pulled his hand out of your pants and licked his fingers.
Peter got up and went to open the door.
“Hey guys, ready for dinner?” May asked.
“I am,” Peter said.
“Y/N, honey, are you alright?” May said, looking over at you.
“Yeah,” you breathed.
“Are you sure? Your face is flushed and you look like you’re having trouble breathing,”
“I’m fine,” you confirmed.
“If you say so,” May said, turning to leave Peter’s room.
You slowly slid of Peter’s bed and walked towards where he was standing at his bedroom door.
“Wipe that smirk off your face, Parker, you’re going to do more than just finger me when we get back,”
“Don’t worry, Y/N, we may be going out for dinner, but once we’re back here, I plan on eating dessert,” he winked.
“Are you two coming?” May shouted.
“I am, not so sure about Y/N though,” Peter responded.
“Fuck you, Parker,” you muttered.
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