𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤

Cuddle Wars

Parings → Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings → Fluff, jealousy (of a pillow), clingy Peter, playful banter, and excessive cuteness!

Summary →Peter spends his first night at your place, only to find himself jealous of your oversized cat pillow stealing all your cuddles.

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The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of the moon filtering through the sheer curtains. It was Peter's first time sleeping over at your place. Though he'd swung through the city countless times, faced down criminals, and juggled the life of Spider-Man with his high school responsibilities, nothing had made him as nervous as tonight.

After a cozy dinner and a movie marathon, you'd both retreated to your room, chatting lazily as you got ready for bed. Now, the real challenge awaited him: sharing a bed with his girlfriend of two months for the first time.

Peter turned his head slightly, watching as you peacefully snuggled your oversized, ridiculously fluffy cat-shaped cuddle pillow. Your face was pressed against the plush fabric, your arms wrapped tightly around it, and your breathing had slowed into the soft rhythm of sleep.

Peter, on the other hand, was wide awake.

He shifted slightly on the bed, feeling the weight of the blanket against his chest. The bed was warm, the sheets were soft, and the scent of your shampoo lingered in the air. It was perfect. Except for one thing.

That stupid. Giant. Pillow.

Peter's eyes darted to the pillow, which was far too long for its own good. It stretched nearly the length of the bed, practically barricading him from you. He sighed, sinking further into the mattress.

"Lucky pillow," he mumbled under his breath, glaring at the inanimate object.

He turned onto his side, his face just inches away from the pillow. "You know, I don't get it. What's so special about you?" He whispered, his voice barely audible. "I mean, you're soft, sure, but I'm soft too! And warm! And..." He groaned softly, running a hand through his curls. "God, I'm talking to a pillow."

Peter glanced at you again. You were oblivious to his plight, blissfully cuddling the intruder. A soft pout formed on his lips as he debated his options. Should he wake you up? No, you looked so peaceful. Should he push the pillow away? No, that felt mean.

"Maybe if I just..." He reached out hesitantly, fingers brushing the edge of the pillow. He gave it a tentative tug, but you tightened your grip in response, mumbling something incoherent in your sleep.

Peter's heart melted a little at the sound of your sleepy voice. "You're not making this easy for me, you know," he murmured, his tone laced with affection.

For a while, he lay there, trying to distract himself. He counted the little stars on your ceiling, listened to the faint hum of traffic outside, and even considered pulling out his phone to play a game. But the ache for your warmth persisted, gnawing at him.

Finally, with a soft huff, he rolled onto his back and muttered, "Okay, Parker. Time to man up."

He turned back toward you, his cheeks burning as he summoned the courage to speak. "Y/N?" He whispered tentatively. When you didn't stir, he tried again, a little louder this time. "Y/N?"

You let out a soft groan, your eyelids fluttering open. "Peter?" You mumbled groggily, your voice thick with sleep.

"Uh, hey," he said, suddenly feeling shy under your sleepy gaze. He scratched the back of his neck, avoiding eye contact. "Sorry to wake you, but, um... I need to talk to you about something important."

Your brows furrowed slightly as you propped yourself up on one elbow. "What's wrong? Are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," he assured you quickly, waving a hand. "It's just... I have a problem."

You blinked, now more awake. "What kind of problem?"

Peter hesitated, glancing at the pillow between you. "It's about... that."

You followed his gaze, your eyes landing on the cat pillow. "You mean Mr. Whiskers?"

"Mr. Whiskers?" He repeated, his lips twitching as he tried not to laugh. "That's its name?"

"Yes," you said defensively, hugging the pillow closer. "What about him?"

Peter let out a dramatic sigh, throwing an arm over his eyes. "I can't believe I'm saying this, but... I'm jealous of a pillow."

You stared at him, your sleepiness evaporating as a laugh bubbled up in your chest. "You're... jealous? Of Mr. Whiskers?"

"Yes!" Peter exclaimed, sitting up slightly. "You've been cuddling him all night, and I'm just... here! All lonely and cold!"

"Lonely and cold?" You teased, raising an eyebrow. "Peter, we're sharing the same blanket."

"It's not the same!" He whined, pouting. "I want cuddles, Y/N. Real cuddles. With you. Not with some oversized stuffed cat."

You couldn't help but laugh at his adorable sulking. "You should've just said so, Pete."

"I didn't want to wake you up!" He protested, his cheeks turning pink. "But then you looked so cozy, and I started overthinking it, and-ugh, I sound ridiculous, don't I?"

"A little," you admitted, your eyes twinkling with amusement. "But it's also kind of sweet."

Peter groaned, flopping back onto the bed. "This is so embarrassing."

"Aw, don't be embarrassed," you said softly, leaning over to brush a curl away from his forehead. "You're cute when you're clingy."

"Yeah, well, Mr. Whiskers doesn't think so," he muttered, glaring at the pillow.

You giggled, setting the pillow aside and sliding closer to him. "Better?"

Peter's eyes lit up as you wrapped your arms around him, resting your head against his chest. "Much better," he said, his voice warm and content.

"You could've just asked for cuddles, you know," you murmured, your fingers tracing lazy patterns on his shirt.

"I know," he admitted, his voice soft. "I just... didn't want to bother you. You've been so tired lately, and I didn't want to be annoying."

"Peter," you said, tilting your head to look up at him. "You could never be annoying. If you want cuddles, just ask, okay? I don't mind. I like cuddling with you."

A shy smile spread across his face as he tightened his arms around you. "Okay," he whispered.

For a while, the two of you lay there in comfortable silence, the warmth of your embrace lulling Peter into a state of pure bliss. He pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head, his heart swelling with affection.

"You're really warm," he murmured, his voice heavy with sleep.

"So are you," you replied, your voice muffled against his chest.

Peter chuckled, his fingers gently running through your hair. "I'm never letting Mr. Whiskers steal you from me again."

"Good," you said with a smile, your eyes already closing. "Because I like this way better."

Peter's heart fluttered at your words, and for the first time that night, he felt completely at ease. As your breathing slowed and you drifted back to sleep in his arms, he made a silent vow: no more cat pillows.

From now on, he'd be the one you cuddled. And he wouldn't have it any other way.

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