𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐗 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 - 𝟓

Sleepover ✵

𝐀/𝐍 - All credit goes to the writer silkscream on Tumblr

https://www.tumblr.com/silkscream/686011446590668800/you-have-no-idea-how-feral-the-idea-of-waking?source=share

Parings → Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings → SMUT, Both are 18

Summary → Your first sleepover at the Parker's apartment or specifically Peter Parker's bed.

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You blame the coffee you had at 6 pm for your inability to sleep right now, but you know you’re lying. You know it’s actually just your nerves, and the fact that Peter Parker is sleeping right next to you. The notion alone makes you feral, and now it’s a reality, and you haven’t the slightest fucking idea what to do with yourself.

It wasn’t your idea to sleep in his bed -- you never liked to overstay your welcome, but he insisted after the two of you ended up watching two movies back to back after your study session. You could’ve called an uber but Peter insisted that it was too expensive (it was) and it was much too late to take the subway (it wasn’t). And so now here you are, tossing and turning in Peter Parker’s twin-size bed with him right up against you, sound asleep.

There’s a moment when you literally decide to count sheep. One, two, three turns to fifty, and then you don’t think of anything at all. In fact, Peter’s even breathing goes in tandem with yours, and you’re on the brink of falling asleep... right until Peter wraps an arm around your waist.

Your eyes are wide with shock. He’s spooning you. Which is rather comforting and something you could quite definitely get used to, but this was your best friend. You’re sure it’s a mindless thing -- he’s fast asleep after all -- but you feel guilty in trying to remove his arm from your waist. Not to mention that he’s caught you on your side with your arm stuck in a weird, uncomfortable position under the rest of your body. So naturally, you attempt to shift.

You inadvertently graze him, allowing more touch than what you think is appropriate, but he merely pulls you closer. With a sigh, you attempt to remove him, squirming. You stop in your tracks when you feel something right below your hip. You squint into the darkness.

Another slight, experimental maneuver from you and your ass is nearly grinding into Peter, and lo and behold, you hear a whimper. It’s so soft that you think you imagine it, but when you move again, the same whimper exhales from the mouth that’s right up against your neck. You even feel his breath.

Another movement. You’re nearly putty under Peter’s grasp and for fuck’s sake, that’s definitely a hard-on you’re feeling against your ass. You feel almost ashamed. Like you’re tricking his unconscious.

The cuddling was bad enough, and it certainly didn’t help that you were developing the smallest crush on him lately. Emphasis on smallest, you tell yourself. It’s getting hard to contain your desires when you’ve accidentally walked into a pleasant daydream of yours.

To your surprise, Peter squirms behind you while still keeping you close, groaning and mumbling unintelligible nothings in his sleep that you don’t take notice of. Until of course, he says your name in a way that’s so weak, so vulnerable that the mere sound of it has you wet in your core.

“Y/n,” he whines. You freeze.

“Peter?” You whisper.

“Please...” he continues. “Y/n...”

You take yourself out of his tight grasp so that you can turn your body over, making you face to face with him. His eyes are screwed shut but he still seems slightly animated under his sleeping face. You caress his cheek gently, marveling at how angelic he looks.