Peter Parker (Tom Holland) imagines

mornings

y/n:

"Y/N,"

I opened my eyes only to see my boyfriend, Peter Parker, staring and smiling back at me.

"Good morning," he chuckled.

"Morning," I smiled.

"I'm going to work, I'll be back in a couple of hours, okay?" He said, getting out of bed.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist, pressing my face to his warm back, so he was kinda carrying me

"Y/N, I gotta go to work," he chuckled.

"5 more minutes, your so warm," I mumbled.

"Babe I love you, but, I need to go, he said, turning his face to the side.

"But-"

He put his hands my arms and dropped them off of his neck, doing the same with my legs.

"Peter-" I whined.

He turned around, pressing his lips to mine.

"I promise you when I get home, we can sit and cuddle all you want,"

"But I wanna cuddle now," I groaned, falling back into the bed.

"I know," he said, pulling his suit on.

"I hate that your Spiderman," I pouted
crossing my arms.

"No you don't," he said, tightening the suit. I hated how it hugged all of his muscles in the right places. I just wanted to grab his face and kiss him, hard.

"You love it,"

"I hate that your right," I groaned.

"I really gotta go, Y/N. Goodbye, Y/N. have s good day and I love you," he pressed his lips to mine again.

"I love you too," I pouted.

He pressed his lips to my cheek.

"I'll see you tonight!" He shouted, running out and pulling his mask on.