(by peterbenjiparker on tumblr)
You plopped down on the bed with your arms spread over the sheets, taking most of the space. You buried your face in the pillow as Peter whined from the side of the bed.
"Y/n/n scoot over."
"No." You mumbled into the pillow, your voice muffled by it.
"I wanna sleep. I am tired." He shook your shoulders but you didn't budge.
"Go sleep on the couch. May said I get the bed." You reasoned and he huffed, jutting out his bottom lip.
He pushed against your side as he tried to lay on the bed beside you. You swatted his arms away and he whined.
"Y/n/n, move or I'll make you." He tapped your butt and you instantly turned around as you gasped. Your mouth hung open and you narrowed your eyes playfully at him.
"Peter Park—" Before you could get the words out, Peter slipped into bed, pushing you towards the wall with one hand easily.
"Wha—how—" You stuttered as your eyes widened and he smirked.
"I am spiderman." He grinned cheekily at you and you hit his chest playfully. He pouted as he made grabby hands at you and you sighed, shaking your head. You slipped into his embrace, tucking your head under his chin.
"You know, May is going to be really mad if she finds you here." You said, holding him tighter and he sighed.
"I'll leave before she wakes up."
"But what if she catches you and—"
"It's not like we are doing...anything." He muttered as the tips of his ears reddened. You lifted your head to look at him, your lips a few inches away from him, your hair tickled his neck as you leaned over him.
"D-do you wanna do...anything?" You asked in a soft voice and his eyes snapped up to meet yours as he chewed on his bottom lip anxiously. His hand came up to rest on your waist as you moved your leg over his side, now sitting on top of him.
"Um, a-are you sure?" He asked and you nodded your head before cupping his cheek.
"Are you?"
"Yeah." He sucked in a breath as his thumb massaged the bare skin of your upper thigh and you jerked against him instinctively.
You leaned down to capture his lips in a kiss. Your hand moving up his torso, rubbing against the material of his thin shirt. You pressed yourself against him and he moaned into your mouth as you slotted your hips with his.
Peter broke apart as he tried to pull away from you. His cheeks were beet read and he was out of breath.
"I, uhhhh, I—sorry." Your eyes flickered down to where his eyes were fixated. As you his growing bulge press against your inner thigh your eyes widen in realisation.
"What are you sorry for?" You mumbled as your hand came up to caress his cheek. "It's okay. I'd be offended if it didn't happen."
He laughed lightly as he gripped your waist. You squealed as he rolled you around on the bed. He settled in between your legs as you placed your head on the pillow, giggling.
"Are you sure?" He asked.
"Yeah, stop asking." You muttered as your hands tugged at the hem of his shirt. You looked up at him for approval. You pulled the shirt over his head when he nodded his head.
Your hand came up to his shoulders as he pressed himself against you. Placing open mouthed kisses on your jaw. He hands slid up over your tank top. Your fingers tugged at his curls as his eyes flickered down to your boobs pressing up against your tank top.
