Requested by simpforsoup: Y/N and Peter are at the decathlon and end up having to share a room due to budget cuts. They get to the room and there's only one bed. Peter tries to sleep on the floor in order to be a gentleman but Y/N, who likes Peter, doesn't go for it. Throughout the night, the sexual tension builds up. Until Y/N wakes up in the middle of the night to find that Peter's imagination has been running wild in his sleep

"Woah." I mumbled, my eyes widening and looking up as we walked into the massive and grand hotel.

"I feel like I can't even afford to look at this place." Peter, my best friend and crush chuckled, making me smile at him.

"That's because you can't, Penis Parker." Flash smirked. I rolled my eyes and flipped the boy off before looking at Peter.

"Don't listen to him, Pete. He's just a dick." I mumbled.

"Thanks, Y/N." he smiled at me, making me return it and bite my lip. Peter and I had known each other since the start of high school and had become best friends a while ago. The issue with that was that, shocker, I liked him. As more than a friend. Though I had no idea if he liked me back and so I wouldn't pursue it due to the risk of losing him as a friend too. And so I found myself here, on the school decathlon team and sharing a hotel with Peter and our other friends as I desperately tried not to let my thoughts run wild with the possibilities of what could happen tonight. A girl could dream.

"Okay, everyone, we have a little problem." Mr Harrington sighed as we all gathered around him.

"Which is?" MJ asked.

"Due to apparent school budget cuts that I was only just told about, we don't have enough beds for single-sex rooms only. We're going to have to have one mixed-sex room, since the girls outnumber the guys." he nodded. My eyes widened slightly. This was my chance.

"Peter and I can share." I piped up. Peter's eyes widened as he looked down at me.

"What?" Mr Harrington scoffed.

"Yeah, what?" Peter gulped.

"Pete and I are friends, sir. It won't be a problem." I shrugged, trying my hardest not to blush harshly as Peter continued to look at me.

"I don't know, Y/N. I don't know how much I can trust you guys to share a room." he sighed.

"I-I'm fine with it too, sir. I'd rather sleep in a room with Y/N than sleep on the floor of someone else's room." Peter interjected, making me look up at him. I couldn't help but bite my lip at Peter admitting that he also wanted to share a room. Mr Harrington sighed again.

"Fine, alright, I guess that we don't have much of a choice. But I'm trusting you to...you know...not get up to any funny business." he nodded.

"We'll try to restrain ourselves." I replied sarcastically, making Peter smirk and shake his head as we started to grab our bags.

"Hey, girl." I turned around as MJ walked towards me.

"Hey." I smiled.

"Heads up, something is definitely going to happen between you and Peter tonight." she smirked and nodded. My eyes widened slightly.

"How do you know?" I questioned.

"Isn't it obvious? You're two young and attractive people sharing a room, that sexual tension will be real. But also, I did see good ole' Pete trying not to smirk when you suggested that you share a room." she nodded. My eyes widened further at her words and my eyes flicked to Peter. I gulped and bit my lip as he stood talking to Ned, laughs leaving his lips at whatever they were talking about.

"You really believe that he's thinking the same thing that I am? That something might happen between us?" I asked with a raised eyebrow. She nodded and bit her lip, making me smirk as I looked at him again. Tonight was going to be interesting.

I unlocked the door to the room that Peter and I were staying in and let us both in. We walked in, my eyes widening slightly as I saw the furniture. Or specifically, the lack of furniture.

"Shit, Parker, there's only one bed." I sighed, trying to sound disappointed and nervous as I saw the one double bed that sat in the middle of the room. In reality, I couldn't wait to share a bed with Peter. His eyes widened slightly and he also looked at the bed as he shut the door.

"Oh, shit. It's okay, I'll just sleep on the floor." he shrugged. I looked at him. Like hell you will, I thought.

"You're not sleeping on the floor, Pete." I scoffed and shook my head. He looked at me.

"Honestly, I'm fine to, I don't want to make you uncomfortable." he replied. Aw, what a gentleman, still no, I thought again.

"You literally said no to sharing a room with Ned and Flash to avoid sleeping on the floor. You shouldn't have to sleep on the floor instead of the bed, I'm good to share." I insisted.

"You sure?" he chuckled.

"Positive." I reassured. He smiled and bit his lip at me, making my cheeks heat up under his gaze.

"Well, thanks, Y/N. I'm sure that it'll be very interesting sharing a bed with you." he flirted subtly. I smirked and nodded as I opened my suitcase.

"You can say that again." I mumbled to myself, making sure that Peter couldn't hear it as I started to unpack my stuff.

I sat in the bed, my back against the headboard as I looked at my phone and waited for Peter to get out of the shower so that we could watch a movie on my laptop. After all, we had to stay in rooms after ten, and given that it was now ten fifteen, we now had to make our own entertainment. Though that would be easy enough for me and Pete.

"What did you say that you wanted to watch, Pete?!" I yelled to him in the en-suite as I heard the shower stop running.

"I don't mind. Maybe a horror would be cool!" he responded.

"You know that I hate horror!" I exclaimed.

"I'll protect you!" he laughed back, making me smirk and bite my lip. Suddenly the door to the bathroom opened, making me look up. My eyes widened, my throat drying instantly as Peter walked out in nothing but a pair of very low-hanging sweatpants. I gulped and skimmed my eyes up and down his appearance as I drank in his god-like physique. His hair was still wet, the water droplets desperately hanging onto his beautiful hazel curls as he started to dry his head. But that was nothing compared to his chest. I had seen Peter in limited clothing before since we were so close, but never like this. His chest was also still wet, the water glistening off of him beautifully as I continued to move my eyes down his body. I bit my lip and tried not to stare at the fact that his sweatpants were hanging so low that even his v-line was completely on show. They were so low that if I were to reach out and pull them down even by an inch, I'd be able to see the start of his-.

"Like what you see, babe?" I snapped back as I heard Peter speak. I looked at him with wide eyes, my cheeks the same temperature as the sun as the boy smirked at me.

"You wish." I scoffed, making his smirk widen as he walked around the bed and sat down next to me.

"Maybe I do." he returned. I rolled my eyes and shook my head, trying to ignore the tingling sensation in between my legs that came with the fact that Peter was actively flirting with me. Maybe he felt it too. Maybe he was also feeling the tension between us, the tension that would only be solved by him getting on top of me and fucking me into next week. Or maybe...he didn't at all. I had no idea at this point.

"Actually, Y/N, I'm a little tired. Do you mind if we just go to bed?" Peter asked.

"You mean we're not watching a horror? Oh no, what will I do?" I replied overly-sarcastically, making Peter smirk and shake his head as we got under the covers and both lay down.

"You and your fucking horrors." he chuckled. I smiled and bit my lip as I lay down with my back facing Peter. My eyes widened, my heart jumping as the boy casually placed his arm over my hip. I had no idea if it was intentional, but his hand had landed so that it was hovering right over my pussy. My pussy that was literally screaming to be fucked by him. I gulped, trying not to think about the placement of his hand as I let my eyes close and I drifted off into sleep.

"Hmm."

"Y/N..."

"Fuck, babe..."

"Y/N, Jesus..."

My eyes fluttered open as I heard Peter mumbling quietly. My eyebrows furrowed, my mind filling with confusion as I looked around. I looked at the alarm clock that sat on my bedside table, the numbers two-fifteen am staring back at me. Why had I woken up in the middle of the night?

"Y/N, fuck..." Peter mumbled again, making me look around. I looked down to see Peter's arm still over my body, but it was now around me significantly tighter as he fully held my back into his chest. His face was buried into my hair, his lips slightly brushing my neck every time that he spoke and sending yet more tingling sensations to the space in between my legs. And then, there was the boner. My eyes widened, a smirk curling onto my lips as I felt Peter's boner sticking into my thigh and lower ass. This fucker was having a wet dream about me. Not that I was complaining. I bit my lip as I tried to figure out what to do. I had a few options here. The first one was to try and fall back asleep and pretend that this had never happened, but that was unlikely given that, one, I wanted Peter to fuck me, and two, his boner was very much sticking into me. The second option was to wake him up and make him aware of the situation so that he could get up and help himself. The third option was to wake him up...and sort it out together. Naturally I preferred the third option. I bit my lip, figuring that I'd have some fun before I woke him up. I gently ground my ass down onto his boner, Peter's body reacting immediately as his arm tightened around my waist and he buried his face further into my hair.

"Fuck, my god." he moaned into my hair, making me smirk and bite my lip at how sensitive he was to my touch. I continued to gently grind my ass down onto him, his boner only becoming more prominent. Suddenly, he stopped moving and his body relaxed slightly. I looked over my shoulder at him, my smirk still on my lips as the boy's eyes fluttered open. His eyebrows furrowed as he raised his head and looked around.

"What's going on?" he asked groggily. I smirked and bit my lip as I turned around underneath his arm so that we were facing each other.

"You had a dream about me." I nodded. His eyebrows furrowed before his eyes widened, telling me that he'd realised.

"Oh my god." he groaned as he looked underneath the sheets to see a massive tent in his sweatpants.

"Fuck, I'm so sorry, Y/N...wait, how did you know that I was dreaming about you?" he gulped as he looked back at me.

"You were talking in your sleep. You were saying my name...and moaning." I admitted. His eyes widened further and he groaned as he rolled onto his back.

"Fucks sake. I'm so sorry, this is so fucking embarrassing." he scoffed and shook his head.

"Why is it embarrassing, Pete?" I asked.

"Because I literally had a wet dream about my best friend, and woke you up with my boner sticking into you." he groaned as he put his hand over his eyes. I bit my lip, my heart starting to pound. This was it. It was now or never.

"W-well...what if I don't mind helping you out with it?" I asked quietly. Peter immediately removed his hand, his eyes widening as he looked at me.

"What?" he gulped. I returned it and slightly moved closer to him, his eyes flicking down to my lips as I moved.

"I'm sexually attracted to you too, Pete. And so, it wouldn't be the worst thing if I helped you with your problem." I nodded, making him smirk slightly as my eyes flicked down to his tent.

"Really, babe?" he asked. I looked back up at him.

"Really." I spoke. He smirked, that being all the consent he needed as he leant forward. He took my face into his hands and smashed our lips together, me returning the kiss immediately as I cupped his face. He deepened the kiss, making me smirk against his lips as he pushed his tongue into my mouth and pushed me down onto the bed so that he was lying on top of me. We continued to make out, Peter dominated the kiss as his hands gripped my waist.

"You have no idea how many times I've dreamt about this happening." he admitted, making me smirk and let my eyes flutter shut as he broke the kiss and moved his lips down to my neck.

"Well now you can actually make it happen." I breathed as he left open-mouthed and nippy kisses against my skin. He smirked and nodded as he pulled away but only to start pulling on the bottom of my pyjama top. I took the hint and sat up to pull the material over my head, exposing my bare chest to Peter.

"Fuck, angel. You're so fucking beautiful." he breathed. I smiled at him, my heart fluttering at his words as I leant up and joined our lips again. He returned the kiss and gently pushed me back down onto the bed before moving his lips down to my neck. I bit my lip and intently watched the boy as he kissed down my collarbone and down the valley of my breasts, his large hands holding my sides as he went.

"Pete, please, hurry up." I whined as his lips and tip of his nose trailed down my stomach and to the edge of my pyjama bottoms as his body started to disappear underneath the sheets.

"Sorry, babe. I'm taking my time to savour every bit of this." he smirked. I rolled my eyes playfully at him as his head disappeared under the sheets before my bottoms started to be tugged down. I bit my lip, my heart thumping harshly in my chest as I felt Peter rid me of my panties too, leaving me completely naked as his hands gently spread my legs. I cried out, my back arching off of the bed as he immediately started to eat me out.

"Fuck, Pete!" I gasped, my eyes fluttering shut as I felt his tongue press against my folds and his lips suck on my clit. His arms curled around my legs, his hands landing against my stomach to hold me down as the boy continued to eat me out eagerly underneath the covers. Whilst I had hoped that something like this would happen, it shocked me slightly to know that my nerdy best friend had this in him. Not that I was complaining. Quiet moans left my lips, my hands forming into fists around the sheets as every flick of Peter's tongue pushed me closer to my climax. I gasped, my eyes squeezing shut and my toes curling as I felt him enter a finger into me.

"Right there, Pete, fuck, Jesus." I swore, not caring that I was being loud as his finger started to pump in and out of me. He curled his finger inside of me, only adding to the pleasure as the knot got tighter.

"Fuck, I'm close, just like that, please." I moaned loudly. I bit my lip as I felt Peter smirk against my clit, his mouth and fingers continuing to work wonders on me as I quickly approached the edge. Peter added another finger into me, making me cry out and arch my back again as them curling inside of me was enough to push me over. I moaned loudly, my eyes squeezing shut and my legs shaking as my orgasm washed over me. I sighed in relief, my eyes fluttering open as Peter's head re-appeared from underneath the sheets.

"Was that good, angel?" he smirked, making me return it as he kissed back up my body.

"Where did you even learn how to do that?" I scoffed.

"I didn't. Guess that I'm just naturally talented." he teased arrogantly. I rolled my eyes playfully and shook my head before taking the back of his neck and pulling him back down for a kiss. He returned it, his tongue wasting no time in slipping back into my mouth as I raised my legs and wrapped them around his waist. Because we both knew what would happen next.

"Do you have a condom, babe?" he mumbled as he broke the kiss and moved his lips back down to my neck.

"No, but I'm on the pill." I nodded.

"Perfect." Peter smirked, that being all that he needed to hear as he slowly pushed into me. Both of us sighed, my eyes fluttering shut as he filled me up perfectly.

"You feel amazing." he moaned quietly as his head dropped to my shoulder.

"Move, Pete." I nodded. He returned it, his hips starting to thrust as he began to fuck me. Moans started to leave both of our lips, one of Peter's hands gripping my waist and surely leaving bruises as the other held his body above mine. This was perfect. His pace picked up, moans and profanities spilling from my mouth as soon enough, Peter was harshly fucking me. I could tell that he'd wanted this for a while, which was good since I had too.

"Fuck, Peter." I moaned into his ear, making him smirk and press open-mouthed kisses to my neck as his hips snapped against my thighs. All that could be heard in the room was the sound of skin slapping together and our combined moans, the room smelling like sex as we continued to fuck. I raised my hands and pulled on Peter's curls, making him moan against my neck as the knot got increasingly tighter in my stomach.

"Fuck, do that again, angel." he mumbled. I smirked and pulled on his hair again, Peter's grip on my waist tightening and his other arm tensing at the feeling.

"Pain kink, good to know." I teased, making him smirk and raise his head before smashing our lips together again. I returned it, my fingers continuing to pull on his curls and making him moan into my mouth as he slammed into me.

"I'm there, babe, shit, fuck." Peter swore into my mouth, his eyes squeezing shut and his head dropping back to my neck. His body stilled, the warm feeling filling me sending me over the edge.

"Jesus, Peter." I moaned loudly, my legs shaking and my eyes squeezing shut as my second orgasm of the night hit me like a truck. We panted heavily, Peter's hips continuing to thrust gently in order to guide us both through our highs before he stopped. I breathed out, our bodies caked in sweat as he pulled out of me before rolling off of me and back onto his side of the bed. Both of us just lay there, staring at the ceiling as we tried to comprehend what had happened. I had just fucked my crush and best friend. I had just fucked Peter. I looked at him.

"So, confession time. Did you have a wet dream about me because you're a hormonal guy who's best friends with a girl, so easy access, or did you have a wet dream about me because you like me like that?" I asked. He chuckled and looked at me.

"Wasn't it obvious from the way that I fucked you that it's the latter?" he teased. I smiled and bit my lip as I turned onto my side to face him, making sure to keep the sheets over my chest.

"Good. Because I like you too, Pete. I have for a long time." I admitted. He chuckled and also turned to face me, his arm curling over my waist and pulling me closer as he looked at my lips.

"I have too. Hence the wet dreams." he continued to tease, making me smirk and shake my head. He returned it before leaning in and gently kissing me as he held my cheek. I returned the kiss, my hand curling around the back of his neck to pull him closer. He broke the kiss, giving my lips one last peck before he rolled onto his back. I rested my head and hand on his chest, his arm resting behind his head as his other curled around my waist and pulled me into his body.

"Turns out that sharing a room isn't so bad after all, huh." I quipped, making Peter laugh and nod as he kissed my head. I smiled and bit my lip, my heart happy and my sexual frustration dealt with as my eyes fluttered shut and my body gently fell asleep in the arms of my new boyfriend. And I wouldn't have changed that for the world.