Requested by Harrystylesskywalker: Y/N has been talking to Spider-Man at night and she lets out her feelings to him. She loves him but is also in love with her best friend, Peter Parker. He reveals himself and leaves Y/N in disbelief. She's hurt that Peter kept it from her, but he has a way to apologise and make it up to her.

I sat on the edge of the roof, my legs swinging over the side and my heart pounding in my chest as I waited for Spider-Man like I'd done every night for the last six months. Except for that tonight, things would be different. I gulped harshly and looked back up at the sky, my stomach full of butterflies and anxiety at what I was going to do tonight. This oh-so-classic story had started six months ago, when the masked red-and-blue hero had found me crying on the roof one night. I had opened up to him about the fact that I was in love with my best friend, Peter, but that I was sure that he liked our best friend and never seemed to notice me as what I noticed him as. Spider-Man had contently listened and had acted as a shoulder for me to cry on, something that I was very much grateful for. And something that I hadn't wanted to let go. So, every night since that one, I had sat up here at the same time, in the same place, and Spider-Man had found me. We'd really bonded over the last six months, me opening up more about my life to him and him opening up as much as he could without revealing to me who he was, and so I had felt closer to him with every night that we'd spent together. But in that lay my new issue. With the nightly talks and sweet nothings exchanged between us, I had fallen for the masked superhero. He was just so sweet and kind, I couldn't help having fallen in love with him. The problem with that was that one, I didn't know who he was, and two, I was no less in love with Peter. And so tonight, I'd be telling Spider-Man about how I loved him, but was also trying to figure out how to deal with the fact that I still also loved Peter. It was going to be a long night.

"Hey." I looked over my shoulder, my heart leaping and a nervous smile spreading onto my lips as Spider-Man stood up properly from having obviously just landed against the roof a few metres away from me.

"Spidey." I greeted him with a nod, making him chuckle and shake his head as he walked towards me and sat down next to me.

"You okay?" He asked, my heart jumping in my chest as he curled his arm around my waist like he always did.

"Um...y-yeah, but I need to talk to you about something." I nodded as I looked at him. His white eyes squinted slightly, telling me that the boy's eyebrows were furrowed underneath the mask.

"Sure, go ahead." He chuckled. I gulped harshly, my heart in my throat as I looked down.

"I-um...fuck, I don't know how to say this, so I'm just going to try my best. I-I like you. Well, no, I love you. I'm in love with you. I've been steadily falling for you since we first met, you're just so kind and caring, a-and everything in between." I admitted as I timidly looked back at him again. His white eyes widened.

"O-oh...okay...I'm flattered, I am, but I thought that you loved your best friend." He gulped. I sighed and nervously chewed on my lip.

"That's why I'm telling you. Because I still love him too, so...you can see my problem." I nodded. He returned it slowly, his eyes still wide as they wandered away from me.

"S-so...let me just get this straight, you love me, but you're still also in love with your best friend?" He asked as he looked back at me.

"Right. You've been amazing sitting here for six months listening to me, you've helped me out so much in figuring myself out and figuring out my feelings for Peter. But...I still have feelings for him. I've been in love with him for as long as I can remember, and whilst I love you too, those feelings for him have only gotten stronger in these last six months. So, now, I love two people, neither of which probably love me back at all." I choked as I looked down. He didn't respond, making my eyebrows furrow at his lack of advice. Normally, he was amazing with reassuring me and telling me what to do, so his striking silence was slightly worrying. I looked back up at him, my eyes widening slightly as his also wide eyes were darting around, as if he was trying to think.

"Spidey, w-why do you look so worried?" I gulped as I looked at him. He returned the gulp.

"I, um...I'm going to show you something, and I need you not to freak out, okay?" He nodded. My eyebrows furrowed, my heart and mind starting to race in anxiety as I tried to figure out what he could tell me that was so bad that I'd freak out. I had no idea.

"I can't promise anything, but I'll try." I admitted. He gulped and took a deep breath before raising his hand to the back of his head. My eyes widened, my lips starting to part as he started to pull his mask off. Spider-Man had kept his identity secret from the world for three years now, so why was he willing to reveal his identity to some nobody girl from Queen? Even if she had just admitted that she loved him. But as soon as the mask moved to reveal his face, I understood why. My eyes widened, my mouth falling open and my heart plummeting to my feet as Peter looked at me, the boy's gorgeous eyes laced with panic as his messy curls fell slightly over his face. I just stared at him, my heart shattering and the feeling of pure embarrassment creeping into my head as I desperately tried to comprehend what I was seeing. What I had been saying. I had been sitting here for half a year, unknowingly talking to my best friend about how amazing he was and how desperately in love with him I was, all whilst he sat there and reassured me that he'd see how amazing I was one day. That was the other thing. Peter had listened to me say all of that, and had never said anything back. He'd never asked me out, he'd never confessed to loving me back, he'd said jack shit about what I'd been telling his superhero alter-ego. That was yet another thing that was racing through my mind, the fact that he had been Spider-Man for three years and hadn't told me, but I was more upset about him not having said anything to me about what I'd said. That suggested that he didn't feel the same way. And that broke my heart.

"What the fuck, Peter?!" I exclaimed, making him gulp and follow me with his gaze as I shot up from sitting down and stumbled back slightly.

"I'm sorry." He gulped as he shot up after me and extended his hands to try and show me that he meant well.

"You asshole, you've been listening to me rant and cry about how you don't notice how much I love you, about how you don't see the way that I look at you, and it was you the whole time! You've had six months to tell me, you've had six months to ask me out!" I cried and shook my head.

"Y/N, please understand that I didn't say anything because I couldn't, not because I didn't want to, I couldn't expose myself as Spider-Man to you-."

"You could, though, Peter! I'm your best friend, you could have trusted me with the knowledge that you were Spider-Man! The worst bit is that you didn't even have to mention that! You could have asked me out-well, that's assuming that you even feel the same way, oh my god." I sobbed and shook my head as I buried my face into my hands.

"It's not because I don't love you back." He admitted. My eyes fluttered open underneath my hands at his words, my heart virtually stopping again as he spoke. I slowly raised my head back up to look at him, my eyebrows furrowing as he timidly looked at me.

"What?" I whispered. He sighed and looked down, his hands fiddling with his mask as he did.

"It's not because I don't love you back. Because, well...I do love you back. I didn't make a move because even though I knew that you loved me, I-I chickened out every time that I was going to. I convinced myself that for some reason, you were lying, or that you meant a different Peter Parker, I-I don't know. And then there was the fact that I couldn't explain suddenly asking you out without confessing that I was Spider-Man. I haven't told anyone, Y/N, the only people who know besides you are Ned, MJ, and May, and they all found out because I was careless enough to let them see me in the suit. I didn't tell you to protect you, but I'm sorry. You're right, it was fucked up for me to let you spill your heart out to me about me for six months without telling you who you were talking to. I'm sorry, please just tell me how I can make it up to you." He choked as a tear also fell from his eyes. I gulped and bit my lip so harshly that I tasted blood, my mind still trying to wrap itself around all that I'd found out tonight. That not only was my best friend Spider-Man and had listened to me talking about him for six months, but more importantly...that he loved me back. He loved me back.

"I-I-fuck, I don't know how you can make it up to me, I'm still trying to process the fact that you actually love me back." I chuckled nervously, making him give me a small smile as he walked towards me. I gulped harshly and timidly looked at him as he gently took my hands into his, his eyes flicking over my face as if to admire it as he looked down at me.

"I think that I know a way that I can make it up to you." He nodded, his voice quiet as he spoke. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion, though my questions got answered and my heart leapt as he started to lean down. My eyes widened as he gently pressed our lips together, though I returned it without hesitation as my eyes fluttered shut and I raised my hands to cup his face. I pulled him closer, both of us smiling into it as his hands gripped my waist. I had waited for as long as I could remember to have this moment with Peter, and it was fucking perfect. But I had a feeling that this wasn't what he meant by making it up to me. I was right.

"As much as I love this, I had something...more...in mind to make it up to you." He nodded as he broke the kiss and joined our foreheads. My heart jumped as I looked into his eyes, the chocolate orbs darkening slightly with lust as he gazed at me.

"Lead the way." I whispered. He smiled, making me giggle and bite my lip as he took my hand and started to pull me towards the door on the roof.

Peter and I sat on his bed, our lips joined as my hands held his face and his hands cupped my waist. We slowly made out, our lips moulding together passionately and Peter's tongue dominating mine as we kissed.

"You're so beautiful, angel." He mumbled into the kiss, my pussy getting wetter by the second as he gently pushed me back onto his bed so that I was lying down, and he was hovering over me with his suit-covered body in between my legs.

"Don't tell me, Pete, show me." I breathed. He smirked at the request, his lips breaking the kiss to instead move down to my neck. My eyes fluttered shut at the feeling, my back arching off of the bed and my mouth hanging open as he started to leave open-mouthed and nippy kisses on my neck. His hands started to tug at the bottom of my t-shirt, hinting that he wanted it off. I sat up and he helped to pull it over my head, his eyes widening slightly as they flicked over my lace-covered chest.

"Fuck, baby..." He mumbled, making me smirk and sit up underneath him.

"Sexier than you expected?" I smirked as I started to kiss his neck.

"Even more so." He nodded.

"I want to see you too, Pete, how do I get this thing off?" I mumbled as I pulled away to look at the suit that tightly gripped his body.

"Not so fast, angel, tonight is about you. This is about me making it up to you. So, let me do that." He nodded, making me gulp harshly and get even more turned on by him taking control as he lay me back down on the bed.

"Okay, Pete." I breathed. He smirked at my response, making me return it and bite my lip as he leant down to start kissing my neck again. My breathing started to get more uneven and short, my heart speeding up in anticipation as Peter's lips moved down the valley of my breasts. His arm curled around my back and unclipped my bra, leaving my torso completely naked as his lips and tip of his nose trailed down to my stomach.

"Peter, hurry, please, I really need you." I gulped as his fingers worked to unbutton my jeans as his lips continued to press to my stomach.

"I know, angel, don't worry, I'll treat you well." He cooed, making me moan involuntarily as he pulled my jeans down. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of my panties and pulled them down last, a quiet hiss leaving my lips as the cold air hit my virtually pulsing clit. He put my legs over his spandex-covered shoulders, something really fucking hot about the idea that his curly head was about to bury itself in between my thighs whilst his body was still clad in his Spider-Man suit. He'd definitely have to wear it again the next time that we did this. He wasted no time in leaning down and attaching his lips to my clit, making me gasp and arch my back off of his bed at the immediate pleasure.

"Fuck." I choked, my hands flying down to start pulling at Peter's curls as he started to eat me out.

"You taste amazing, babe, shit." He hummed into me as he curled his arms around my legs and sprawled his hands out across my stomach. I choked again at the feeling of the slight restraint, pleasure starting to run through me as Peter ate me out. His lips sucked on my clit, his tongue dipping in and out of my folds and already making me feel amazing as he worked me with his mouth. Moans were freely leaving my lips by now, my back arching off of the bed and my hands tugging on his curls as the knot started to build in my stomach.

"Jesus, Pete, fuck." I moaned at the feeling.

"Does it feel good, angel?" He cooed against me.

"So good, please, don't stop, fuck, please!" I cried out, making him smirk and pull me closer. My orgasm was solidly building by now, every flick of Peter's tongue and suck of his lips feeling incredible against my soaked core as he pushed me towards the edge. I wasn't going to lie, I had always imagined seeing Peter's curls buried in between my thighs, that image being sexy enough, but when you added him wearing his Spider-Man suit to that...I was jelly in his hands. I gasped loudly, my eyes squeezing shut and my back once again arching off of the bed as I felt the pressure of him pushing his finger into me.

"Holy shit, Pete, just like that, oh my god!" I moaned loudly, making him smirk and pull me even closer as his finger moved in and out of me. The tip of the digit brushed my g-spot each time, pornographic moans leaving my lips as his finger and mouth worked perfectly together to throw me towards my orgasm. Until I was there.

"Pete, holy shit, I'm there, fuck." I choked as my orgasm hit me. My legs started to shake over his shoulders, my fingers harshly pulling on his curls and my back arching as the waves of pleasure started to take hold of my body. I squeezed my eyes shut, my mouth hanging open and my head digging into his pillow as my body jolted and seized underneath him. After a few moments, it passed, making me sigh out and relax against the bed again as my eyes fluttered open.

"Wow." I breathed out as Peter gently removed his finger and mouth from me before standing up.

"Was that good, angel?" He smirked.

"Fucking amazing. But now, I need you." I nodded.

"Don't worry, babe, I can do that." He returned my nod, making me smirk and bite my lip as he pressed the spider on his chest. The suit came loose around him, making my eyes widen as it fell from his body to reveal a set of extremely hot abs...and a very big tent in his boxers.

"Fuck." I breathed as he pulled his boxers down to allow his dick to spring free before he grabbed a condom and crawled back over me.

"Like what you see, angel?" He teased as he opened the condom and rolled it on before looking at me.

"Very much so." I scoffed and nodded. He smirked before leaning down and kissing me again. I returned it, my eyes fluttering shut and my hands curling around his neck to pull him closer as we kissed. Peter used the distraction to start pushing into me, quiet moans leaving both of our lips as he bottomed out within seconds.

"Fuck, you feel amazing." I breathed as he broke the kiss and dropped his head to my neck.

"So do you, baby. Can I move? Please, I need to move." He grunted into my skin. I nodded in permission, making him return it as he started to thrust into me. My mouth fell open at the immediate feeling of pleasure, quiet sighs and moans starting to leave my lips as I wrapped my legs around his waist and locked my feet behind his back. He started to thrust solidly into me, the boy developing the rhythm of not fucking me so harshly that I'd be sore afterwards, but fucking me hard enough so that my knot was already building back up again. I curled my arms around his shoulders and pulled him closer, one of his arms hooking underneath my back to pull me into his body as his other forearm rested against the bed by my head to hold his body on top of mine.

"You feel amazing, angel, shit. Currently really wishing that I hadn't waited six months to come clean to you." He grunted, making me laugh and shake my head as his lips left open-mouthed and nippy kisses on my skin.

"That doesn't matter right now, Pete, I'm just focused on how fucking good you feel." I teased. He smirked into my neck in response, his teeth scraping against my skin to surely leave me hickeys to cover up as his hips snapped against mine. His tip hit my g-spot perfectly with every thrust, my body being thrown towards my second orgasm of the night as he pounded into me. The sound of our skin slapping together started to bounce off of the walls, the chorus of our moans mixing with the smell of sex to fill the space around us. Peter's dick felt fucking sensational moving slickly in and out of me like it was, and at this rate, I wouldn't last much longer. Neither would Peter, though, judging from the way that his arm beside my head was getting increasingly tense.

"Baby, I'm getting close, I won't last much longer." He grunted into my neck, as if on cue.

"It's okay, Pete, I'm not far behind." I choked, making him nod as he sped up with his thrusts. The knot was uncomfortably tight in my stomach now, my body starting to become tense and rigid underneath Peter as it prepared for what was about to hit me. And then, it hit.

"Peter, fuck!" I cried out, my back immediately arching into his chest as my orgasm hit me like a truck. My body instantly started to jolt and seize in his arms, my fingers harshly pulling at his curls and my legs violently shaking around his waist as the pleasure coursed through me rapidly.

"Baby, shit, fuck, fuck." Peter moaned into my neck seconds later, the veins popping out of his arm as his hand gently gripped the skin of my back. His body tensed for a few seconds before collapsing on top of me. Both of us panted heavily, my eyes fighting to stay open but also loving the sight of Peter naked and sweaty on top of me as we both just lay there and came down from the incredible highs.

"Holy shit." He breathed, making me return it and nod as he gently kissed my neck once before pulling out of me and binning the condom.

"Wow." I scoffed and shook my head as he lay back down next to me. He smirked and bit his lip, his body on its side facing me as he curled his arm over my stomach to pull me closer.

"That was amazing." He stated.

"It was. I couldn't have asked for a better 'make it up to you' present." I teased, making him smirk and pull me closer as he leant down and gently kissed my cheek.

"Seriously, though, angel, I'm sorry about not talking to you. It was fucked up to let you talk to my superhero alter-ego for months, all whilst feeling the same way about you. I'm sorry." He nodded. I sighed and bit my lip as I looked at him.

"It's okay. I mean, it's not, but for now, it is. Considering that you didn't tell your girlfriend that you were Spider-Man, we have a lot to talk about in the next few days, but for now, I just want to enjoy your company and the fact that we just had sex." I chuckled and shook my head. His eyes widened slightly, a small smile curling onto his lips as he looked at me.

"Wait, you...you'll actually be my girlfriend?" He asked hopefully.

"Of course I will, Pete. I'd love to be. Not to mention that sex, fuck do I need more of that." I scoffed, making him laugh and shake his head as he leant down and kissed me again.