𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤

Just Go to Sleep, Peter

Parings → Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings → fluff, insomnia, late-night, teasing, sexual suggestion, mild threats, sleep disruption.

Summary → Peter can’t fall asleep and keeps annoying you in the middle of the night.

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The digital clock on your bedside table blinked 2:38 AM in bold red numbers, mocking you with every passing second. Beside you, Peter Parker lay wide awake, fidgeting like a restless child. His fingers drummed on the sheets, and his legs shuffled under the blanket every few seconds.

You groaned, turning to face him. "Peter, for the love of all that’s holy, can you just stop moving?"

"I’m trying," he whispered back, his voice low but far too energetic for the hour. His curls were a wild mess from tossing and turning, and the dim light from the moon illuminated his sheepish expression. "I can’t sleep."

"Clearly," you muttered, rubbing your temples. "What’s the problem this time? Too hot? Too cold? Did you drink caffeine again before patrol?"

Peter bit his lip, caught red-handed. "I might’ve had a little coffee. You know, just to stay alert for patrol. But, babe, I saved three people tonight! Totally worth it, right?"

"Not worth it if you keep me up all night," you shot back, pulling the blanket over your head in an attempt to drown him out.

A beat of silence followed before Peter's voice piped up again, this time laced with a playful edge. "You know…"

"Don’t. Start."

"I’m just saying," he continued, undeterred. "If we’d had sex earlier, I’d be totally wiped out right now. All that cardio, you know? Would’ve done the trick."

You flung the blanket off your face and glared at him, though the fire in your eyes only seemed to amuse him further. His lopsided grin was practically begging for trouble. "Peter Parker," you hissed through clenched teeth, "if you don’t fall asleep right fucking now, I will personally cut off your balls."

Peter gasped, clutching the blanket to his chest like it could shield him. "That’s so violent! Aren’t we supposed to be a team? Partners? Lovers?"

"Lovers who need sleep," you snapped, jabbing a finger at his chest. "I’m exhausted, Peter. I can’t function without sleep, and I swear to God, if you keep me awake—"

"Okay, okay!" He raised his hands in surrender, though the mischievous twinkle in his eyes remained. "No need to go full Black Widow on me. I’ll behave."

You sighed and collapsed back onto the pillow, closing your eyes and willing yourself to relax. But of course, Peter wasn’t done.

"Hey," he whispered.

"No," you grumbled.

"But—"

"Peter!"

"Fine," he whined, rolling onto his side. For a moment, you thought you’d finally get some peace. Then he whispered again, "Can we at least cuddle? Maybe that’ll help."

You opened one eye to glare at him. "If I agree to cuddle, will you shut up and let me sleep?"

"Absolutely," he promised, already inching closer.

You sighed, rolling onto your side to let him wrap an arm around your waist. His warmth was comforting, and you hated how quickly your annoyance began to melt away as he nuzzled his face into your neck.

"Thanks, babe," he murmured, his voice soft now. "You’re the best."

"Don’t push it," you mumbled, though a small smile tugged at your lips.

Silence finally settled over the room, and just as you were on the edge of sleep, Peter whispered one last time:

"You know, the offer still stands for next time."

Your eyes snapped open. "That’s it. I’m cutting them off."

Peter burst into laughter, muffling the sound into your shoulder as you groaned in exasperation. At least his laughter eventually wore him out, and soon the only sound in the room was his steady breathing as he finally fell asleep.

You, however, stayed awake for another hour, plotting his demise—or maybe just your revenge.

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