Marvel Imagines

Peter Quill- Sleep

(Requested by @ThatisMahogany_)

Humming softly to yourself, you continue to scrub one of the many dishes in the sink. The door slamming shut makes you turn with a smile, only to frown when Peter stumbles towards you.

"Heeyy, (Y/nnn)!" He slurs, giggling drunkenly as he wraps his arms around your waist and rests his chin on your shoulder.

"Hi, Pete." You sigh. This doesn't happen often- Peter getting drunk- but it's still the same every time. He's overly touchy and affectionate, which makes you slightly uncomfortable even though you love him.

"What're you doing?" He whispers, pressing a kiss to your neck, which you jump at and nearly drop the plate.

"I'm washing dishes, Peter. Now why don't you go upstairs and head to-"

"You smell amazing,"

You smile lightly. "You're drunk,"

He giggles in your ear. "And you're beautiful. I like this game."

Shutting off the water, you dry your hands and try to move, but Peters keeping you firmly in place with his hands on your waist.

"Pete, c'mon, let's go to bed."

He gasps. "(Y/n), we've known each other for less then a day and you're already trying to get me to sleep with you?"

Rolling your eyes, you grab his hands and pry them off your body. "We've been dating for years, Peter Quill. And when I mean go to bed, I mean sleeping."

Peter makes a noise as you pull him by the hand up the stairs and into your shared room. You're suddenly against the wall with Peters lips attacking yours, but you push him back and point to the bed.

"Peter. Bed, now."

He huffs in defeat and removes his shirt.

"You're killing me, Peter." You grumble, throwing him his pjs and waiting for him to change before tucking him in bed.

"But you love me!" He yells triumphantly, giggling when you smile and shake your head.

"I'll be right back with a glass of water. Stay here, I mean it."

By the time you're back, Peters sound asleep with your pillow pressed against his chest.