Requested by marvelbitch11: Peter has a wet dream next to Y/N and when he wakes up, he goes to the bathroom to sort himself out. When he comes back, Y/N's awake and so they start to do the dirty, but then that also turns out to be a dream, and Peter wakes up for real this time. The next day, Y/N admits to knowing that he had a wet dream and so they get dirty for real.

Peter's P.O.V

Peter left open-mouthed and nippy kisses on Y/N's neck, his biceps bulging with the weight of holding his body above his girlfriend's as his hips steadily collided with hers.

"Peter, fuck." She moaned into his ear as he fucked her, making him smirk into her skin.

"That feel good, baby?" He hummed.

"So good, please, don't stop." She breathed as she arched her back into his chest. He grabbed her legs and wrapped them further around his waist, his thrusts getting more erratic and fast-paced as he felt his orgasm quickly approaching. They hadn't been fucking for long, but Peter was no longer surprised that he didn't last long when having sex with Y/N. After all, she always felt amazing and so he could only control himself for so long.

"Baby, shit, I'm there, I'm going to-."

Peter gasped as his eyes shot open, his chest rising and falling as his heart pounded almost out of his chest. He gulped harshly, his blood still pumping violently around his body as he came out of the incredible dream. One that he wished hadn't been a dream. He looked down and sighed at the tent in his boxers, the one that was fully hard due to the asleep thoughts that he'd been having. He looked to his side at his sleeping girlfriend, his mind contemplating whether or not to wake her up to help him with his issue. Sunlight was starting to peak through the curtains of their bedroom, suggesting that it was probably five or six am, so maybe that was late enough in the night for him to justify waking Y/N up for sex. Peter sighed and shook his head as he sat up, his mind deciding that he was better off solving his issue himself as he stood up and headed into their en-suite. He shut the door and untucked his dick from his boxers before grasping it in his hand. His fist started to move up and down his shaft, his eyes fluttering shut and his mouth hanging open as the pleasure started.

"Fuck...baby." He mumbled, his head dropping and his spare hand pressing to the door to steady himself as he imagined that it was Y/N's hand working him and not his own. His hand sped up, his orgasm already approaching as he continued to jack himself off. He replayed the images of his dream in his head, the thought of slamming into Y/N whilst marking up her neck with hickeys only spurring him on.

"Fuck, Y/N, shit, shit." He choked, his eyes squeezing shut and his mouth hanging open as he came. He puffed out, his eyes fluttering open as his hand stopped and his high washed over him before fading. He grabbed a tissue and cleaned himself up, his body feeling more relaxed as he threw the tissue away before opening the door. His eyes widened slightly, his heart starting to thump again as Y/N was now sitting up awake in bed.

"Shit, baby, sorry, I didn't mean to wake you." He chuckled quietly as he got back into bed next to her.

"It's okay, I've only been awake for a minute. But that was long enough to hear your little...private pleasuring." She teased him. He sighed and chuckled as he looked at her.

"Sorry, angel, I didn't want to wake you." He gave her a small smile.

"You should have done, Pete. I would have felt a lot better than your hand." She nodded, making him gulp as she started to move closer to him whilst looking at his lips.

"Yeah, baby?" He mumbled. She nodded again and bit her lip, making him smirk as he leant in and smashed their lips together. She returned the kiss immediately, her hand curling around his neck to pull him closer as he gripped her waist. His smirk widened as he gently pushed her down onto the bed and lay in between her legs, making her giggle against his lips as they continued to make out.

"Fuck." Peter gulped as his eyes shot open. He puffed out, his heart racing as he actually woke up from somehow having a wet dream within another wet dream. That must have been some kind of record. He looked down and sighed at the tent in his boxers, though given what had happened in both dreams, he wasn't at all surprised that it was there. The question was whether or not to do anything about it, though. He looked at the time, the numbers two-thirty am flashing back at him in a luminescent red light. He sighed and looked to his other side, where Y/N was still asleep with her back turned to him. He couldn't wake up his girlfriend of a year to have sex, not at this hour. It didn't matter how horny he was, he'd have to wait until the morning. He rolled over so that his chest was against Y/N's back, his arm curling over her waist as he cuddled his face into her hair. If he couldn't justify waking her up at this hour to fuck her, he could at least justify cuddling her in an attempt to get back to sleep. He sighed into her hair and let his eyes flutter shut, his mind and heart still racing with the thoughts of Y/N that were still really turning him on.

Y/N's P.O.V

"Fuck, baby..."

"Fuck, Y/N, shit, shit."

"You feel amazing, angel, fuck."

My eyes fluttered open as I heard Peter mumbling. My eyebrows furrowed, my mind confused as to what was going on as I looked over my shoulder at my sleeping boyfriend. My eyes widened and my mouth fell open as I realised. I tried not to stifle a laugh at the sight of the tent in his boxers and his mouth hanging open, his face contorted in pleasure telling me what was happening. Peter was having a wet dream, and it was about me from the sounds of it. He continued to moan and writhe, making me smirk and shake my head as I turned back over so that I was facing away from him again. If it had been a few hours later, I would have woken him up to help him with his problem, but two-thirty am was not prime sex time in my mind. And so, I'd let him carry on with his dream.

"Fuck." I heard him gasp, the ceasing of the moans telling me that he was now awake. I bit my lip and tried not to laugh as I heard him sigh and felt movement, implying that he was looking around. My smirk widened as I felt him shift behind me so that his chest was against my back, his arm curling around my waist to start spooning me. It would have been romantic if not for the fact that I could feel his very prominent sticking into my thigh. I smiled to myself and decided that whilst I was leaving it for now, I would definitely tell Peter that I knew what he'd dreamt of tomorrow, and maybe even get some sex out of it. After all, that seemed to be what was on my boyfriend's mind.

I sat in bed on my phone, my back against the headboard as I scrolled through social media.

"Baby." I looked up and smiled at Peter, my boyfriend walking into our bedroom with nothing on him but a low-hanging pair of sweatpants as he carried two mugs of coffee. Given how good he looked and how turned on I was getting already just by looking at him, now was definitely the time to mention what I'd heard last night.

"Thanks, Pete." I chuckled, making him return my smile as he handed me my mug before climbing back into bed with me. I took a sip, a comfortable silence filling the air as we just sat next to each other.

"So," I started as I put my mug down on my bedside table.

"Did you sleep well last night?" I asked as I turned to look at him. He returned the glance, his eyes slightly wide as if I'd caught him off-guard with the simple question.

"Yeah, I suppose, angel. No better or worse than any other night. Did you?" He chuckled somewhat nervously. I shrugged and nodded.

"Yeah, I did...well, until I got woken up by your moaning." Peter froze, his eyes widening as he stopped sipping his coffee. I looked at him as he slowly lowered the mug from his lips and looked at me again.

"How much did you hear-."

"Enough to know that it was about me." I chuckled with a nod.

"Fuck." He groaned, his eyes squeezing shut as he put his coffee down and rubbed his hands over his face.

"It's okay, Pete, it's not as if you had a wet dream about a best friend or something. I'm your girlfriend, you're allowed to have wet dreams about me." I teased.

"I know that, I'm embarrassed about the fact that I woke you up with it-wait, you were awake?" He scoffed and looked at me.

"Pete, I know what you're thinking and no, I wouldn't have helped you with your problem. It was two-thirty, I wasn't going to fuck you in the middle of the night." I returned the scoff.

"That's fair." He chuckled and shook his head before looking back at me.

"It's not the middle of the night now...so..." He hinted slowly, the boy timidly looking at me with a raised eyebrow.

"Why do you think that I brought it up, Pete?" I flirted. He didn't need to be told twice. He smirked and bit his lip before raising his hand to my cheek and leaning in to kiss me. I returned the kiss, my lips smiling into it as Peter pulled me closer. Within seconds, the kiss got more heated, Peter's tongue slipping into my mouth as he gently pushed me down onto the bed so that he was hovering over me.

"What exactly happened in the dream?" I breathed as he broke the kiss and moved his lips down to my neck.

"Don't worry, baby. I'll show you." He smirked. I returned it and bit my lip, my eyes fluttering shut at the pleasure that was already being created by Peter leaving open-mouthed and nippy kisses on my skin. His hands started to pull at the bottom of my pyjama top, telling me exactly what he wanted as his kisses started to move down my neck and to my collarbone. I sat up underneath him and pulled the garment over my head, leaving me in only my panties as Peter lay me down again and leant back down to start kissing the valley of my breasts.

"Peter, hurry, please, I need you." I whined, the space in between my legs dampening more by the second as his lips and tip of his nose trailed down my skin as his large hands gripped my sides.

"Don't worry, angel, I've needed you since early this morning, so I won't take long." He smirked. I returned it and bit my lip as I looked down at him, my hands landing in his hair as he got to my stomach. His fingers quickly hooked into my panties and pulled them down, my boyfriend making impressively speedy work of getting me naked as he put my legs over his shoulders. That's how I knew that he was really horny, he would get me completely undressed in seconds.

"You ready, baby?" He checked as he pressed teasing kisses to the insides of my thighs.

"Please-." Peter didn't need to be told twice. As soon as I uttered that word, he leant down and attached his lips to my clit, making me breathe out as pleasure started to fill me.

"Fuck." I choked, my eyes fluttering shut and my mouth hanging open as he started to eat me out eagerly.

"You taste amazing, baby, shit." He hummed into me, making me arch my back off of the bed as him talking sent vibrations through me.

"Shit, that felt good." I moaned. He smirked in response, his lips sucking on my clit and his tongue dipping in and out of me as every movement made the knot in my stomach grow. I leant my hands down and started to pull on his curls, moans leaving my lips and my toes curling against his back. His mouth continued to work wonders on me, moans freely sounding from my mouth and my back rising from the bed every few seconds as I tried to deal with the pleasure that was building up inside of me.

"Pete, fuck, please." I breathed, my fingers pulling more harshly at his hair as the pleasure continued to grow.

"You want a finger, baby?" He mumbled against me.

"Did you finger me in the dream?" I asked, making him flick his eyes up to me. He smirked and nodded, making me return the smirk as I bit my lip.

"Then add a finger." I spoke. I gasped loudly, my back arching again and my hands harshly tugging on his curls as he pushed a digit into me.

"Jesus, fuck." I choked, my eyes squeezing shut as the knot got significantly tighter with Peter now fingering me too.

"Must feel good given how much you're moving, angel." Peter cooed teasingly as he curled his spare arm around my leg and landed his hand flat against my stomach in order to pin me down. I choked again at the feeling, the knot unbearably tight as his mouth and finger worked in perfect harmony to get me there. Until I was there.

"Peter, fuck!" I cried out, my body squirming underneath his grip as my orgasm hit me. My legs shook over his shoulders, my hands pulling on his hair and my head digging into the pillow as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through me. I sighed out and finally relaxed back into the bed after a second, the amazing feeling having subsided as my eyes fluttered open again.

"Was that good, baby?" Peter cooed as he pulled his finger out and put it onto his mouth, making me smirk and shake my head at him as he started to crawl back up my body.

"Shittiest fingering anyone has ever given me." I teased. He laughed and shook his head before leaning down and smashing our lips together again. I returned the kiss and let my eyes close again. He slipped his tongue into my mouth and dominated the kiss like he always did, my hands curling around his neck to pull him closer as his hand reached out to grab a condom from his bedside table. He broke the kiss and put the packet to his teeth, my hands pulling his boxers down and allowing his rock-hard dick to finally spring free as Peter ripped the packet open. He grabbed the condom and rolled it onto his dick before raising my legs so that they hooked around his waist. He looked down at me.

"You ready, babe?" He asked.

"Please." I nodded. He returned it and looked down, his hand holding his dick as he guided it towards my clit. He started to push into me, quiet sighs and moans leaving both of our lips as he soon bottomed out.

"Fuck, you feel good, angel." He choked as his head dropped to my shoulder, his arms already tensing as one held his weight above my body whilst the other hand gripped my hip.

"So do you, but I need you to move." I nodded. He returned it, his hips pulling back before thrusting into me. He quickly picked up the pace of steadily fucking me, his hips snapping against my ass as he pounded into me. Moans left both of our lips at the feeling, the knot already starting to build up again in my stomach as his tip hit my g-spot perfectly each time.

"You feel amazing, baby, shit." Peter grunted, his arm curling underneath me and holding my chest into his as his lips feverishly bit and nipped at my skin.

"So do you, Pete, don't stop, please." I moaned into his ear. He smirked in response, his teeth scraping my skin and surely leaving me with plenty of hickeys to cover up in the coming days as he slammed into me. The sound of our skin slapping together bounced off of the walls and combined with our moans to create a symphony of sex, the smell of it also filling the room as he fucked me into next week. The knot in my stomach was getting tighter with every thrust of Peter's hips into me, my mouth hanging open and my fingernails scratching against his shoulders as it built up. I wasn't going to last long at this rate, but given how Peter was gradually getting faster by the second, I could tell that he was also starting to chase his high too.

"Peter, babe, I'm getting close, don't stop." I choked into his ear.

"Don't worry, baby, I'm close too, no way am I stopping now." He grunted, making me smirk and bite my lip as I relished the feeling of being held so close to him as he made me feel this way. His bicep bulged by my head with the strength that it was taking him to hold his body on top of mine, his other hand scratching my skin and holding my back so tightly that I was sure that he'd left his mark. Not that I minded. I raised my legs and locked them even tighter around his waist, making him moan into my skin at the new angle.

"Fuck, I'm there, I'm there." I choked, my eyes squeezing shut and my mouth falling open as my second orgasm of the morning hit me like a freight train. My legs shook around his waist, my body jolting in his arms and my hands furiously tugging at his curls as the pleasure coursed through me.

"Jesus, angel, shit." Peter moaned into my neck, his arm pulling me as close to him as he could as he came too. His body stilled before collapsing on top of me. We panted heavily, my mouth hanging open as Peter breathed harshly onto my neck. My eyes fluttered open as he pulled out of me, making me gulp and follow him with my gaze as he sat up and binned the condom.

"Wow. That was amazing." I stated, making him smirk and look over his shoulder at me as he stood up.

"Yeah, baby, it was. The perfect way to start the day." He flirted as he went to our Chester Drawers and grabbed a clean pair of boxers.

"Better than the dream that you had last night?" I teased.

"I actually had two, one within the other, weirdly, but yes. That was infinitely better than both of the dreams." He nodded. I smirked and returned it as I stood up to also start getting ready for the day.

"Stand there naked for another second, baby, maybe then I'll have a wet daydream about you, and then we can do that again tonight." He continued to flirt, making me smirk as he curled his arms around my waist from behind and leant down to kiss my neck again.

"Stop it, Pete, we both have jobs to get to." I scolded playfully as I turned around in his arms. He chuckled and bit his lip, his hands massaging my waist as I rested my hands against his chest.

"In all seriousness, that was amazing. But, I have work now, so I need to go." He nodded.

"It's okay, I know. See you later, Pete." I chuckled. He smiled and leant in to peck my lips before letting me go, making me smile and bite my lip at the morning's events as we both continued to get dressed for the day.