𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤

Drunk And Needy

Parings → Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings → Alcohol, drunken behavior, suggestive themes, sexual frustration, fluff, humor.

Summary → After a wild night of drinking, you become a clingy, whiny, and stubborn drunk, while Peter struggles to get you to bed.

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The club was packed, music booming so loudly that you could feel the bass in your chest. It was a rare night out, a break from your usual routine, and you were determined to make the most of it. Peter, your ever-responsible boyfriend, had volunteered to be the designated driver-not that he had much of a choice. Thanks to his enhanced metabolism, alcohol barely affected him.

MJ had pulled you to the bar earlier in the night, grinning mischievously. "Alright, lightweight. You and me. Shot for shot. First to tap out loses."

"I don't know, MJ..." You hesitated, glancing at Peter, who was already watching you like a hawk.

"It's just for fun," she coaxed, bumping your shoulder. "Unless you're scared?"

That did it. You straightened your back. "Oh, you are so on."

That was the last smart decision you made all night.

One shot turned into two. Then three. Then... you lost count. MJ eventually gave up, grumbling something about how you had "dangerous determination," but you weren't ready to stop yet. Ned cheered you on, probably way drunker than you at that point, and Peter? Well, Peter just kept sighing and shaking his head.

"Babe, maybe slow down?" Peter suggested after your fifth shot.

"Pfft," you waved him off. "I'm fiiiine."

"Yeah, okay," Peter muttered, already knowing he'd be dealing with a mess later.

By the time you all left the club, you were beyond drunk. You barely remembered getting into the car, let alone Peter buckling your seatbelt while you giggled at how "serious" he looked.

Peter sighed, shaking his head. "I knew this would happen."

"I love you, Peteyyyy," you slurred, poking his cheek as he started the car.

"I love you too, baby. Now get some sleep."

And just like that, you knocked out, head lolling against the seat.

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Peter carried you inside the apartment with ease, your arms wrapped lazily around his neck. You weren't fully unconscious-just deliriously drunk and extremely clingy.

"Mmm," you hummed, nuzzling into his neck. "You smell good."

Peter kicked the door shut behind him. "Thanks, babe. Now let's get you to bed."

He tried to put you down, but you clung to him tighter. "Nooo. Hold me."

Peter huffed out a laugh. "You're so dramatic when you're drunk."

"I am not dramatic."

"Oh really?" He finally pried you off him, setting you on the bed. "You literally cried over a puppy video an hour ago."

You gasped, offended. "It was a very emotional video!"

Peter rolled his eyes as he crouched down, taking off your heels. "Okay, let's get you out of this dress."

You blinked up at him, dazed, then suddenly perked up with excitement. "We're having sex!?"

Peter groaned. "No, not sex. I'm helping you change."