𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚋𝚘𝚢//𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴

painted nails (smut)

the clock on the bedside read 12:34, and you were wide awake.

textbooks and papers were sprawled out around you in a chaotic mess of highlighter and pen. you sat cross legged on your unmade bed beneath the mess, resisting the urge to throw everything off and crawl into a ball to sleep. but alas, homework was always a priority. unfortunately.

you were also staying up to wait for peter, who called earlier while on patrol and asked to crash at your place. you happily agreed, knowing that he could help you with your studies. and possibly makeout a few times beforehand.

as soon as the minute ticked over, the familiar sound of footsteps on your fire escape made your heart leap. you rose to your feet and watched as your window hitched up and the boy in spandex climbed through.

"hey spiderboy." you smirked before crossing the room to jump into his arms, legs wrapping around his torso and arms around his neck . he hoisted you up and laughed, slipping his mask halfway up his face so his mouth was visible. you eagerly addressed this with a long kiss, taking in the feeling of his mouth and tongue against your own. he gave a soft moan as you worked your way deeper into a sensual kiss, liking the fact that you were so bold with your desires.

"looks like someone missed me." he smiled, breaking the kiss off ever so slightly. you rolled your eyes and watched as he used a free hand to rip off his mask. you loved it when he did that.

"and you've been studying i see." he continued, eyes glancing over to the mess on your bed. you gave a soft sigh and tilted your head to the side.

"i'm wiped out. chemistry will be the death of me i swear it." you mumbled as peter gently placed you down on your own two feet. you brought your hands out from their enclosure around his neck and placed them on his chest firmly. he laughed in agreement before glancing down to your hands and gasping.

"i like this color. is it new?" he asked quizzically. he was referring to the red glossy nailpolish that you had painted that evening (instead of reading through your textbook). he picked up your hands and examined them, lifting them a bit higher to see the light reflect off of the crimson coat. suddenly you had the most brilliant idea you could ever think of.

"peter!" you exclaimed. he widened his eyes in surprise and smiled, muttering a what through a laugh.

"i could paint your nails!" you laughed, taking his hands in your own and grasping them in front of you. his face flickered a bit of confusion before melting back into a loving gaze. he loved seeing you so happy.

"you've been hanging around morgan too much." he said quietly. you shook your head.

"no, i mean it! oh, please." you begged, watching as peters mind whirred in thought. he gave a reluctant sigh before pulling you in closer.

"fine. but only 'cos your cute." he smiled, breath warm on your face. he smelt sweet and sticky, like honey in milk tea. you balanced your lips to meet his and spoke softly.

"so i'm cute?" you hummed. he gave a small laugh and kissed you, drinking you up eagerly. you explored his mouth with your tongue, feeling the familiar and wet comfort of his touch.

as you moved, your mind wandered to more sensual thoughts, hands trailing up and down his body and soft moans replacing your breaths. you placed your hands on the top of the metal spider on his chest and pressed lightly.

his suit sagged off his body in an airy sigh, and you smiled sheepishly.

"oh i see." he said with a devilish grin. "i'm that big of a distraction."

you shrugged and kissed him again, grazing the bottom of his cheekbone with your thumb. he eagerly accepted your actions and started walking you back towards your bed. he laid you down carefully on the crinkling papers, making sure not to make a mess of the already chaotic homework.