Summary: Sometimes you wonder how you were lucky enough to end up with such a wonderful boyfriend as Peter. Most of the time, however, you’re too in love to question it
Warnings: Extreme cuteness, also the reader makes some sex jokes because apparently this version of the reader is actually me
A/N: I don’t own Peter Parker or anything else from the Marvel universe!
Peter couldn’t hold back the affectionate smile that tugged at his lips as you collapsed dramatically on his bed. Your parents and Aunt May had decided you could stay with your boyfriend, Peter, for the week while your parents were away on business, and you were pretty certain it was going to be the best week of your life.
“You comfortable there?” he teased, dropping your bag by the headboard end before sitting on the edge of his bed. You grinned, wrapping your arms around his waist and snuggling into his stomach.
“I am now.”
He chuckled, running his fingers through your hair gently. You closed your eyes involuntarily as his fingertips massaged your scalp, making you yawn loudly.
“You’re so cute when you’re sleepy,” he murmured, leaning down to kiss your temple lightly. You smiled slightly, not opening your eyes.
“I’m not sleepy, you’re just a ridiculously comfy pillow.”
Peter opened his mouth to reply, but May stuck her head around the door before he could say anything. A soft smile appeared on her lips at the sight of the two of you cuddling.
“I’m heading out, kids,” she told you both. “I’ll be back kinda late, so you two better be asleep before me. No funny business, either!” she laughed, coming over to kiss yours and Peter’s foreheads before retreating through the apartment until the pair of you heard the door locking behind her.
You grinned as Peter’s cheeks reddened at her comment, and reached up to pinch his cheek playfully.
“Is this the part where we strip down to our socks and do everything she told us not to?” you joked, wiggling your eyebrows and winking suggestively. Peter’s cheeks turned dramatically redder, and he rolled his eyes at your comment.
“You’re ridiculous, (Nickname).”
“True, but you love me, I know you do,” you grinned, sitting up and giving him the puppy dog eyes. He shook his head with a smile, leaning in and kissing you gently.
“Damn right.”
“I’m just saying, I could totally beat Captain America in a fight!” you argued, kicking your feet up into Peter’s lap as you lay with your head on the armrest of the tiny blue sofa in the living room. Your boyfriend chuckled in disbelief.
“(Y/N) he’s built like a freaking god, he’d destroy you.”
“One, Steve Rogers can destroy me any day he likes-,” you started with a smirk, causing Peter to burst out laughing and throw a cushion at you, “-and two, he’s also, like, a hundred years old. I could fight a pensioner!”
“Sure you could,” he told you with a nod, fixing a mock-serious expression on his face and tickling your feet. You giggled and sat up so you could cuddle into his side. A tiny smile appeared on his face as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders and leaned his cheek on top of your head.
“You’re really cute,” you mumbled, reaching for his free hand and playing with his thin fingers absentmindedly. He felt his cheeks turning pink at your words, and he nuzzled his nose into your hair to hide his bashfulness.
“You’re cuter,” he told you, kissing your forehead and letting his lips linger over the skin there. You snuggled closer to him, burying your face in the soft fabric of his shirt and taking a deep breath in.
“We’re the cutest, to be honest,” you replied, linking your fingers with his. The simple action made his heart speed up in his chest, and he was surprised you couldn’t hear its beat.
“I adore you.”
“Love you too, nerd.”
A few hours later saw Peter lying, half-asleep, with his head resting over your collarbone, his arms around your waist as you ran your fingers gently through his messy hair. Your legs and his were tangled together, the only light in the living room the bluish glow coming from the TV, which was playing an old movie that you’d put on mute five minutes after it started.
“I wish we did this more often,” you whispered, kissing the top of his head softly. Peter shifted so that his chin was resting over your heart and he was looking up at you, his eyelids drooping slightly as if he had been close to falling asleep.
“Let’s make it a tradition then,” he mumbled sleepily. “A monthly sleepover, no homework or studying, just cuddles and junk food.”
You smiled, running a hand through the hair that was flattened on the right side of his head that he’d been resting on your chest. “Sounds perfect.”
“You’re perfect,” he replied, burying his face in the crook of your neck and pressing a tiny kiss there. “And really soft.”
You giggled at his sleepy comments, hugging him quickly. “C’mon sleepyhead, May’ll be back soon so we should get to bed.”
“But I’m comfy,” he whined, trying to make himself heavier so you couldn’t get up. You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t fight the smile that was spreading across your face.
“And you’re going to bed now,” you told him, mimicking his whiny voice and sitting up with him still cuddling you. “Don’t make me tickle you, Parker.”
He shot up from the sofa at your threat, and you giggled as he all but sprinted into the bathroom to brush his teeth before bed. Stopping in his bedroom to grab your toothbrush, you also pulled on one of Peter’s baggy hoodies over your pyjamas to keep you warm as you padded through into the brightly lit bathroom. The white lights almost made your eyes water after having spent hours on the sofa in the almost pitch black living room.
You chuckled at the little dance Peter was doing as he brushed his teeth, humming a tune to himself and shuffling around on the spot. You nudged your hip against his gently as you brushed your teeth, making a silly face at him in the tiny bathroom mirror above the sink. He almost choked on his toothpaste, and you rubbed his back as he spat out the minty foam, while you tried not to laugh.
“All done?” you asked, setting your toothbrush down on the edge of the sink and waiting as your boyfriend swirled mouthwash around his mouth. You were pretty sure he was just showing off as he tipped his head back and gargled loudly.
“All clean,” he confirmed, giving you a wide cheesy grin to show off his pearly white teeth. You rolled your eyes.
“Dork,” you mumbled, before pulling him in for a kiss. The kiss tasted strongly of spearmint, his lips cold but still soft and loving against your own. As you pulled away, he caught your hand in his and led you through into his bedroom. Just as you had done earlier that day, he collapsed on his bed before lifting the covers for you to join him. You hesitated.
“I’m pretty sure May wants me to sleep on the floor, Pete.”
“I’m pretty sure May isn’t here,” he retorted, his voice muffled by his pillow as he rolled over to face away from you. You rolled your eyes, climbing into the bed and wrapping your arms around his waist, nuzzling the back of his neck with your nose affectionately.
“G’night,” you whispered.
“Night,” he whispered back. “Love you.”
“Love you too.”
A minute passed, and you could feel yourself drifting off until-
“I love you more though.”
“Oh my God, Peter, go to sleep.”
A/N: I love this so much, I really need a Peter Parker in my life. My ask is here, please leave feedback because it means the world to me! Also @@pattypotterpevensie I thought I’d tag you because you always seem to really enjoy my Peter fics 🙂
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