Requested by Isullen: Peter and Y/N are best friends, but secretly like each other. Every Sunday, they have a game night, and one weekend, Y/N is at Peter's for said game night. Peter suggests playing 'Simon says' and plans to use this as his chance to make his move. They start with usual things like 'Simon says touch your head' but as time goes on, the suggestions go to more dirty things, like 'Simon says remove your panties'. Eventually, the suggestions move to giving and receiving oral, and then full sex.

Peter's P.O.V

Peter opened his front door, his heart jumping in his chest as his best friend and secret love of his life stood on his doorstep.

"What's up, loser?" Y/N teased with a smile as she moved into the apartment, making him chuckle and shake his head as he leant down and hugged her.

"Not much. Better now that you're here." He subtly flirted.

"Aren't you always?" She returned it as she took her coat off and the pair of them sat down on his sofa.

"Yes." He nodded, making her smirk and shake her head. Peter and Y/N had met in their first year of college, the pair of then-eighteen-year-olds hitting it off immediately. They had become best friends the same day that they'd met, but Peter had always wanted more. He had always seen Y/N as a ray of sunshine who never failed to light up his day, someone whose smile could always make him feel better, whose beautiful personality and body would always warm his heart. Someone who he had to admit, he would kill to kiss, or even do...more...with. That had been five years ago, the pair now being twenty-four and still best friends, so much so that they lived only five minutes away from each other. Every Sunday, they had a game night just the two of them, the games consisting of absolutely anything that they decided to play. But tonight would be slightly different. Recently, Peter had been seeing a lot of an internet trend involving the childhood game, 'Simon Says'. People had filmed themselves playing it with their best friends or partners, but the game would never be as innocent as the childhood version. The game would start off with standard stuff, like 'Simon says pat your head' or 'Simon says drink some water', but then would quickly develop into more dirty suggestions, like 'Simon says remove your top' before going full out on things like 'Simon says spread your legs and let me eat you out'. It was definitely a risky thing to suggest to Y/N, especially given that Peter still wasn't one-hundred percent convinced that she felt the same way about him, but it was worth a shot. And so, that would be what he would suggest for his game tonight.

Y/N's P.O.V

"Fuck you." I scoffed and shook my head as I threw down my cards, making Peter smirk and collect up the chocolate buttons and pieces of popcorn from my side that we used for betting money.

"Why do you always suggest that game if you're so bad at it?" He chuckled and shook his head.

"Because I like playing it. Even if I always lose." I shrugged and smiled, making Peter chuckle again.

"Okay, my turn to pick a game. And I pick...Simon says." He nodded confidently. My eyebrows furrowed at his suggestion, confusion filling my head at why he'd picked that game out of all of them. Not only had he never suggested that before, but it was also a game I hadn't played myself since I was a kid.

"You want to play that? Isn't that a kid's game?" I scoffed and shook my head.

"So? We can make it fun." He smiled and shrugged. I sighed and bit my lip. I was still at an utter loss as to why my best friend and secret crush had picked that, but I supposed that no harm could come of it. After all, it was a child's game, what could possibly go wrong?

"Alright, then. You start, since it's your suggestion." I chuckled. Peter nodded and bit his lip as he repositioned himself on his sofa so that his body was turned more to face me.

"Okay. Simon says...rub your stomach." He nodded. I chuckled again and shook my head, my mind still somewhat struggling to comprehend that two twenty-four-year-old college graduates were actually playing this game as I raised my hand to my stomach and started to rub it.

"Alright, my turn. Um...Simon says...pat your head, why not?" I shrugged. Peter smiled and nodded as he raised his hand and started to gently pat his curls, his eyes still on me as we watched each other do the mundane tasks.

"Simon says...start patting your shoulders instead." Peter spoke. I nodded and stopped rubbing my stomach, my hands moving to pat my shoulders instead like he'd told me to.

"Okay, um...Simon says poke your cheeks." I smiled. Peter playfully rolled his eyes.

"You really do love it when I poke my cheeks, huh." He chuckled as he started to poke them instead of patting his head.

"It's cute." I smiled, making him chuckle again as he looked at me. Suddenly, his smile dipped slightly, his Adam's apple bobbing in a gulp as he gazed at me. My eyebrows furrowed at the slight change, Peter having gone from looking like he was enjoying himself, to looking concerned within seconds. I just couldn't figure out why.

"Simon says...a-as long as you're okay with it...take your t-shirt off." He spoke. My eyes widened, my mouth falling open and my heart leaping harshly in my chest at the suggestion. Had...had I heard that correctly? Had Peter Parker, my best friend of five years now, and love of my life...just asked me...to take my t-shirt off?

"Pete-what?" I chuckled nervously, my hands lowering from my shoulders as I knew that I had to figure out if he really had said that. He gulped harshly and looked at me.

"L-like I said, only do it if you're o-okay with it...but Simon says...take your t-shirt off." He nodded. I gulped harshly, a deep blush creeping over my cheeks as two realisations hit me. The first realisation was that I had heard him correctly, and that led onto the second realisation. That he wanted to see me topless. And well...I was going to let him.

"Y-yeah. I'm okay with it." I nodded, making Peter's eyes widen as I crossed my arms and put my hands on the bottom of my t-shirt. I pulled the garment up and over my head, the boy gulping harshly as I chucked it onto the floor so that I was left in my shorts and red-lace bra. His eyes flicked down to my chest, making me bite my lip and try not to smirk as it was clear that he liked the view. He liked the view.

"Your turn." He spoke quietly, though all of his focus was clearly on my still-somewhat covered breasts as he spoke. I bit my lip again as I thought of how I could speed this along slightly. After all, the sexual tension between us was now palpable, and so now, I just wanted it to explode.

"Simon says...strip down to just your boxers." I nodded. Peter's eyes widened again, his mouth falling open slightly at my words.

"If you're okay with it...of course." I teased slightly as I used his own words back to him. He chuckled and shook his head, making me smirk at him as he reached his hands to the back of his neck before starting to pull his science pun t-shirt over his head. The garment came off, making me gulp and try to ignore the growing wetness in between my legs at seeing Peter's gorgeous and ripped body. Sure, I'd seen him topless before, but in this context, where this game was almost definitely going to lead to sex, it felt different. It felt...better.

"This game is getting interesting, huh, babe." Peter chuckled as he stood up and pulled down his sweatpants, leaving him in just his increasingly tight boxers before he sat down again. My heart jumped at both the outline of his clearly large length, plus the nickname that had me wanting him more by the second.

"You could say that." I nodded. He smirked and bit his lip as he looked at me.

"Simon says...lie back, and take off your shorts and panties." he softly demanded. I gulped again at his words, my core now absolutely soaked as I got more and more excited. I did what I was told and lay back on the sofa, Peter's eyes hungrily flicking over my form as I did. I lowered my hands and started to undo the buttons of my shorts, the boy gulping harshly as I pulled my shorts and panties down in one sweep to leave me naked apart from my bra.

"Simon says spread your legs." He nodded. I smirked and looked at him.

"It's not your turn, Pete-."

"I don't care, do what Simon says." He nodded again. My stomach flipped at Peter's dominant side clearly starting to show, his words only adding to how turned on I was. I bit my lip and slowly started to open my legs, the boy's eyes immediately flicking down to my soaked folds.

"Simon says let me eat you out." He spoke, making me smirk and bite my lip as he lay down on the sofa so that his head was hovering over my pussy as he curled his arms around my legs.

"At this point, Pete, you can do whatever the fuck you want, Simon doesn't have to say it." I scoffed and shook my head.

"Good to know." He smirked before leaning down and attaching his lips to my pussy. My breath hitched in my throat at the feeling, my eyes fluttering shut and my mouth falling open as pleasure started to fill me.

"Fuck, Pete." I breathed out, my hands moving down my body and landing in his hair as he started to eat me out.

"God, you taste amazing, angel, holy shit." He moaned against me as he curled his arms further around my legs to pull me closer as he sprawled his hands out against my stomach. I choked as him talking only added to the feelings, his lips sucking on my clit and his tongue dipping in and out of me to pleasure me as much as he could. The knot was already building in my stomach, every movement that he made making it tighter as he worked wonders on me with his mouth. Moans began to freely leave my lips, my body already squirming and writhing underneath him as much as it could with him holding me down as I struggled to fully process how fucking good he was making me feel. I had spent countless nights imagining what it would feel like to be underneath Peter, I had wished for it to happen so many times since we'd met, and so I was still partly in shock that here I actually was, lying on his sofa with his curls buried in between my thighs. But it was fucking perfect.

"Peter." I moaned, my back arching off of his sofa and my body continuing to get closer to my orgasm as my fingers pulled on his beautiful hair.

"You getting close already, baby?" He cooed teasingly against my clit.

"Fuck yes, it feels so good, please, Pete, shit." I choked.

"Don't worry, babe, I'll get you there." He reassured.

"Oh, I don't doubt it." I scoffed and shook my head, making him smirk as he pulled me closer. His tongue delved as far as it could into me, his nails lightly scratching against my stomach only adding to the knot as I got pushed right to the edge. And then just like that...I got pushed over.

"Peter, holy shit, fuck, fuck!" I cried out as the knot broke. The orgasm broke, the waves of pleasure starting to flow through my body as my back arched and I harshly pulled on Peter's curls. I squeezed my eyes shut, my legs shaking over his shoulders and the pure euphoria of my orgasm taking over as it engulfed me. It passed after a few seconds, my body relaxing back against the sofa as Peter gently removed his lips from my clit. I gulped and looked at him.

"Shit, Pete...that was amazing." I scoffed and shook my head.

"I could tell, baby." He teased, making me smirk and bite my lip as I sat up.

"Simon says that it's now your turn." I nodded. His eyebrow raised, a smirk curling onto his lips as he lay back on the sofa and I started to crawl over him instead.

"Yeah?" He teased. I nodded and bit my lip as I straddled his waist. I leant down and smashed our lips together, Peter returning the kiss immediately as his hands raised to grip my thighs. I broke the kiss and moved my lips down to his neck. He breathed out quietly at the feeling, his head tilting to give me more access as I left open-mouthed and nippy kisses on his skin.

"Fuck, angel, you have no idea what you do to me." He moaned quietly as I started to kiss down his chest and towards his abs.

"Oh, I think that I do." I teased, making him smirk and bite his lip as I pulled his boxers down to allow his rock-hard dick to spring free. I wrapped my fingers around it, Peter sucking in a sharp breath at the feeling.

"Holy fucking shit." He choked. I returned his smirk before leaning down and wrapping my lips around his tip.

"Fuck!" He cried out, his back arching and his hand flying down to pull on my hair as soon as my mouth made contact with his dick. My smirk widened against him, my confidence skyrocketing as Peter already moaned and squirmed with what I was doing to him. I sucked him off, my lips massaging the sides of his shaft as I swirled my tongue around his tip. I continued to bob my head up and down on him, my hand massaging what I couldn't fit into my mouth whilst my other hand massaged his balls.

"Fuck-babe, stop, I'm going to cum if you keep going like that." He grunted as he used his hand in my hair to gently pull my mouth off of his dick.

"And we wouldn't want that before we've had sex, would we?" I teased, making him smirk as I straddled him again and he grabbed a condom out of his wallet.

"Not at all." He scoffed as I opened the condom and rolled it onto his shaft. I bit my lip and put my hands on my shoulders to put myself over him, Peter's hands on my waist holding me up too. I looked at him.

"You ready, Pete?" I checked.

"I've been ready since the day that I met you, angel." He admitted. I couldn't help but smile at his words, my heart fluttering at the thought that Peter really did feel the same way about me as I felt about him. I leant down and gently kissed him. He returned the kiss, our eyes fluttering shut and Peter deepening the kiss as we made out again. I used the chance to start sinking down onto him, sighs slipping both of our lips as I fully sat down on him within seconds. "Oh my god, you feel so good." I choked against his lips.

"So do you, baby. Move, please." He spoke as his grip on my hips tightened. I lifted myself up, Peter's hands helping me before I sunk down again. I started to ride him, quiet chokes and moans already spilling my lips as the pleasure began to move through me. My clit still being sensitive from my first orgasm only helped the second one to build faster, my hips now harshly colliding with Peter's as I rode him.

"Fuck me, just like that, you feel incredible." Peter grunted, his mouth hanging open and his face contorting in pleasure as he watched my pussy completely engulf his dick every couple of seconds. His tip perfectly rammed against my g-spot every time that I sat back down onto him, moans freely leaving both of our lips by now as I sat down onto him as harshly as possible, and his hands on my waist also helped me to go down on him. The sound of our skin slapping together filled the space around us, our moans bouncing off of the walls and the smell of sex having filled Peter's living room as I fucked him into next week.

"Baby, I'm getting so close, I won't last much longer." He moaned and shook his head as his fingers dug into my skin.

"So am I, I'm getting there too." I choked as I continued to bounce on him and move my hips to ride him. The knot was becoming unbearably tight in my stomach, moans freely leaving my lips as I held Peter's neck and pulled on the hair at the nape of it. My body started to become rigid on top of him in preparation for what was about to happen, my being on the brink again. Until I once again got pushed over.

"Fuck, fuck, Peter!" I moaned loudly as my orgasm once again hit me harshly. The waves of pleasure started to move uncontrollably through me again, my legs shaking on either side of Peter's waist and my fingers harshly pulling on his curls as the feeling took over again.

"Holy shit, baby, fuck." Peter grunted as he came too. His eyes squeezed shut, his mouth falling open in pleasure as his hands tightly gripped my hips. He tensed underneath me before relaxing, his chest rising and falling harshly as we came down from the highs.

"Oh my god." Peter puffed out, making me gulp and nod as I climbed off of him, and he pulled the condom off before throwing it into the bin. We lay next to each other, both of us panting heavily and staring at the ceiling as we tried to comprehend what had just happened.

"We just...had sex." I stated.

"Yeah. We did." He nodded. I couldn't help but smile and bite my lip, my head turning to look at him as he rolled onto his side to face me and curled his arm over my stomach.

"Was it as amazing for you as it was for me?" I asked.

"Definitely, angel. I've wanted to do that with you since we first met." He admitted.

"Me too." I giggled. He smiled and bit his lip, his gorgeous chocolate eyes flicking over my face as he seemingly admired me.

"Look, babe, it'll probably be obvious from what I've just said, but...I've been so deeply in love with you since the first time that I saw you. It really was love at first sight for me. And so, well...I'd love to take you out properly. I'd love to make you my girlfriend." He nodded. My heart fluttered at his words, my entire being filling with happiness. Just like Peter had just admitted to, I too had fallen in love with my best friend from the second that I'd seen him. Yes it sucked that we'd wasted five years being best friends instead of more, but it was happening now. It was happening now, and that was all that mattered.

"I'd love that too, Pete. I'd love to be your girlfriend." I smiled. He breathed a sigh of relief, making me giggle and bite my lip as I snuggled more into his body.

"Amazing. What a perfect way to end a perfect night." He chuckled, making my smile widen as I leant in and gently kissed my new boyfriend, the fact of which made me endlessly fucking happy.