MARVEL comfort oneshots

Spiderkiss - Peter Parker

shit this picture ^^

*set in 2016- 2017, so around Captain America: Civil War or Spider-Man Homecoming

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"Hey May!" I shout from the entrance, almost slamming the door behind me and throwing the bag onto the floor.

"Hey, y/n! Where's Peter?" she asks, coming out of the kitchen to hug me.

She holds me tight and squeezes me.

"Well guess who forgot his Math stuff and had to rush back to get them?" I say and May laughs with me.

"He'll be back soon, if anything, Peter is quick at stuff when he wants to be." I wink and May laughs even more.

I rush into Peter's room and put my mathbooks on the table, grab a pen and start doing the homework.

After a while I get bored, so I get up and turn on my boombox, putting on some Ariana Grande.

Into you starts playing and I sing along, dancing through the room.

But what I don't notice, is that there's someone knocking on the window outside.

I continue dancing to the song and when it finishes, I hear the knock.

"Oh shit." I rush over to open the window.

"Hey there spiderboy." I smirk and look at Peter hanging upside down in front of me.

I pull off his mask, revealing his cute face.

"Did you get your stuff?" I ask, stroking his head to try and calm him from swinging through the city and the hard day we had.

"Yeah. But I'm guessing you're already finished?"

I nod and smile.

He chuckles and looks into my eyes.

Both of us stop talking and just stare into each other's eyes.

Before I know it, both of us lean forward and kiss each other.

Upside down.

It's different this way.

Our tongues touch more and it's way more intimate.

Peter pulls back and looks into my eyes.

"I like that." he smiles.

I nod. "Me too."

Stepping back, I let Peter get into the room and shut the door.

He takes off his suit and puts on some sweatpants.

While tying them, he turns to me and sees me watching his abs.

Peter and my eyes lock and I turn around, blushing.

I bite my bottom lip a little embarassed and wait for a little while.

But suddenly I feel his arms go around my waist, touching the little of my skin that's in between my tanktop and my pants.

When his chest meets my back I realize he's not wearing his shirt.

"Peter..." I whisper with my eyes closed.

He kisses my cheek and jaw.

"You smell good." he says, kissing my neck.

"It's the perfume you bought me last week." I answer.

He tightens the hug, pulling me closer.

"I'm glad I bought it." he says.

I smile and open my eyes, turning to him.