~Oh, Darling~

P.p- the meeting

Summary: meetings as an avenger are a little difficult with your boyfriend in the room. How can you ignore the craving to pounce on him right then when he just looks so damn good?

Warnings: swearing, y/n being horny af, Peter being hot asf, mentions of sex, public groping, mentions of oral (f and m receiving),  themes of exhibitionism and shitty ending!

Word count: 3.4k

A/n- just making sure since it needs to be said but this is a fan fiction!! pls pls do not try this!!!there's a bit of non consensual touching done by the reader which is never okay, so please always make sure you ask anyone before doing something like this but in terms of this one shot, it just made sense. Anyways this is way too many words bye—

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Okay, so maybe it wasn't the best time for this.

Your chin is perched idly on your knuckles as Steve wanders the width of the room, eyes squinted and hands shrugged into his pant pockets.

The room is static as he's voicing his concerns, updates and such on the ongoing mission to do with something or other.

Admittedly, you're not really as attentive as you should in this moment. From afar, it could look like you're ardently focused on the message Cap is communicating to the room with no enthusiasm spared, but really, you're glancing around, surveying the surroundings and bouncing your leg at an unrelenting speed.

Across from you, Tony's eyes are cast on the mug of some beverage he likes to claim isn't laced with whiskey, tapping some absent melody on his thighs, one crossed over the other, looking pretty occupied in his own thoughts but it's obvious he's listening by the few quips and comments he intrudes with when the captain's in the middle of a particularly fervent ramble.

Around you, the rest of the team are merely witnessing the event as the two go back and forth, nodding along and taking in the information, although you're dimly aware of nat or Rhodey or someone adding input of some kind. Input you should really be paying attention to.

But you're not.

You're not, because although you're an official avenger, and have been for two years next month, and the meeting you're sat in is somewhat detrimental to the plans of action in order to stop whatever perpetrators are, well, perpetrating, and even though you're usually pretty focused and involved when it comes to your career as a super hero and the— lets face it— insane responsibilities it beholds (you're well versed in those thanks to Steve and his patriotic ass), even despite all this, you're sat there, shifting in the leather chair, beside your teammates in a professional, engaged environment.

And your panties are utterly soaked.

To be frank, it's not exactly your fault. If anything, the team are at fault here, letting you and your own goddamn boyfriend be in the same work space together.

Really, it's all down to Tony, who brought you in all those years ago and introduced you to the spandex-clad hero, and it's all technically Steve's doing since he was the one to put you in a pair for so many missions, which lead to a whole load of complicated feelings and pining and eventually, a relationship.

In fact, technically, it's Peter's fault, for looking so goddamn gorgeous in this very moment, sat to the left of you as the infamous billionaire gesticulates over something that has some of the team cracking a smile.

Not you. You're practically sweating with hunger.

Because he's right there, looking so downright wholesome and pure and pretty. God, he was so fucking pretty.