𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐗 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 - 𝟓

Hug ❀

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

https://www.tumblr.com/webslingingslasher/746879783844069376/i-need-a-hug-from-fratpeter-or-maybe?source=share

Parings → Frat! Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings → none

Summary → The reader needs Peter hugs.

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"Hug?"

Peter stops his morning stretch and bites down a yawn before scratching at his head in an effort to fix his bed head. His answer comes in a form of action, he steps closer and opens his arms wide.

Once you're inside, he closes them like he's a Venus flytrap. Your cheek is pressed into his chest and he still has that fresh out of bed warmth. "Love you."

A soft kiss to the top of your head. "Love you, too." It's gravely, he sounds tired this morning. "Sleep okay?" Another kiss, his thumbs race down your back. "Was I dreaming or did you keep shoving your hands down my pants last night?" Peter kept moving, but you followed and made sure to stuff your hands under his sweatpants.

"They were cold and your thighs are very warm." Speaking of warmth - you melt into your boyfriend. "I'm starting to think you're with me for my heat."

"It's a bonus." It's your turn to kiss where you can and it draws a hum from Peter's throat. "Want me to make breakfast?" It always makes you bite back a smile. One morning when you were on your period, Peter went to make breakfast and you snapped at him and asked him why he assumed you never wanted to do it. Ever since he's asked and never once did you say you wanted to take over.

"Yes please." Peter gives a gentle pat on your lower back, you don't move. He gives you another minute before fingers lightly poke your sides. "You gotta move if you wanna eat."

You groan, there's never enough time to hug Peter. If you could, you'd do it every second of the day. "Python me and I'll be okay." Peter follows your command, he squeezes you so tight your feet slightly lift from the ground and your chest feels tight and there's a lack of breath.

Peter holds it for three seconds, you feel like a puddle when he releases you. "Pythoned. Daddy needs toast."

"Hug after breakfast?" There's a plethora of kisses on your forehead. "Hug anytime you want, trouble."

You hold him to it and Peter lives up to it.

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