𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚋𝚘𝚢//𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴

white sheets (smut)

//contains language and nsfw content. obvi;)//
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you woke up groggily, blinking against the pitch black room. your eyes adjusted to the dark quickly, and you saw peter sneak into the room quietly.

"hey, spiderboy." you smiled, sleep covering your words and making them quiet and hoarse. you sat up in the bed, reading the time on his star wars clock that was perched on his bedside:

2:04 AM

"hey.." peter said quietly, taking off his mask aggressively, shaking his hair and gasping for fresh air. he smiled towards you, lighting up the room and your heart.

you outstretched your arms, signaling for him to come over and hug you. he happily did so, wrapping his strong arms around you and falling onto the bed with you in a smiling cascade.

he was now on top of you, kissing your neck and face and lips, taking you in.

"peter..." you giggled, feeling his light lips grace your exposed neck. "i missed you."

he pulled his lips away and looked down on you, his eyes seeking nothing but complete love. you draped your arms around his neck and touched the back of his hair with your hand.

his hair and face shone with sweat, and he gave off a musky sort of smell. it wasn't bad, in fact you very much liked it.

hell, he looked hot.

"long night?" you said, feeling his sweat underneath your hands. he rolled his eyes and laughed.

"y-yeah, was a little bit harder than most nights." he said faintly. "is it bad?"

"no!" you exclaimed. "no." you said, much quieter. he knitted his eyebrows and smiled a small smirk, tilting his head.

"do... do you like this?"

you bit your lip and looked away, ashamed.

"you do!" he laughed. you smiled and rolled your eyes.

"shut up, parker."

"make me." he said, his voice dripping with something you've never really seen or heard before; seduction.

he leaned down and kissed you gently, pressing his lips passionately into yours. you cupped his face to bring him closer, and your tongues met in a creative and familiar dance.

you've been going steady with peter for a few weeks now, kissing against building walls and whispering sweet nothings to each other at night. you've known his lips, you loved his lips, but tonight felt different.

tonight's kisses were laced with sex.

he traveled from your lips to your neck again, but this time he made his mark clear. you gripped the back of his head, taking fistfuls of his curly and deep hair. for someone who presented themselves as a dork, he sure knew his way around.

"peter.." you whispered lightly. he switched to the other side of your neck, pressing into you with passion. you let out a breath that was heavy with pleasure, and he continued more aggressively.