Peter Parker Imagines 🕷

Basically a Puppy

Peter was distracting enough as is, but when he's purposefully being distracting, it's almost unbearable.
Your room went silent, and suspicion crept up your spine. But none the less, you remain focused and attentive to your homework. Peter was currently somewhere in your apartment, not making a sound, which was extremely unusual.
You felt a tug at a few strands of your hair. Choosing to ignore it, you kept your head down and eyes fixated on the pages in front of you. The slight yanking returned, but more strands of hair were added, "Peter," you groaned and spun your head around, only to find that no one was there. You were the only person in your room. You sighed and tried to let go of the uneasy feeling in your gut.
The only sound that could be heard was pencil against paper, which soothed you in a way. But the knotted cramp on the back of your hand was pressuring you to drop the graphite tool. You had momentarily forgotten about Peter, until you felt a finger poke at your shoulder. Keeping in mind that no one else was in the room last you checked, you neglected the temptation to gaze around the room once more. There was a jab at your shoulder yet again, except this time it was the opposite one. You gave in to the urge to turn around. You inspected your room for any signs of Peter, but much like before, there were none. You silently turned back around, and came a few centimeters short of an object.
You flinched and a scream slipped out of your throat. Lashing out you slapped the object trying to get it away from you, but you shortly realized it was your boyfriends face. He cried out as the palm of your hand connected with his nose, harder than he anticipated.
You stumbled out of your chair, and latched both hands onto it for balance. You groaned at the sight before you. Peter was hanging upside down from your ceiling attached to a strand of web, "Peter, you idiot!" you exclaimed, "what are you doing?"
He huffed as he held he now sore nose, his body subtly swaying at the end of the web from the impacted of your attack, "I just wanted your attention," he whined, "didn't think my own girlfriend would hit me,"
You crossed your arms over your chest, and shook your head, "Can't you wait till I'm done with my work?" you suggested to him.
He muttered a no, as he plopped himself on your bed. He wiped the back of his hand under his nose and inspected it to make sure there were no traces of blood. Thankfully there weren't, but the bridge of his nose still ached.
You decided to deal with him after you finished your homework, and sat back down on your desk chair. You had 6 questions left to answer, and you were determined to get them done tonight.
Peter sat frustrated at the lack of attention he was receiving from you. He missed you even though you were sat just two feet away from him. The two of you haven't spent as much time together in the last few days as he would've liked, so he insisted on coming to your place tonight.
He stood up and placed himself behind you. He wasn't touching you or anything, he just looked down at you. But it didn't last. You felt pressure on the back of your chair, as he leaned his forearms against it. You felt his cool breath fan out over the back of your head, which was replaced by his forehead. He sealed his eyes shut as he leaded his head against yours, breathing in the scent of your hair that he loved and cherished.
You didn't mind this. He wasn't exactly bothering you, and you were still able to concentrate on your current priority, "So at what point are you going to start giving me attention?" Peter wondered aloud to you.
You sighed in response and didn't dignify his question with an answer. As a result, he began to trace miscellaneous objects on your shoulder blades. At first the touch of his fingers tickled you, but It soon soothed you. He sighed into your y/h/c hair and lifted his head from yours. He swiftly extended his arm and shot out a web that was aimed for your pencil. Clasping it successfully, it was yanked from your grip, "Hey!" you called out circling to face Peter, who tauntingly held the pencil above his head, out of your reach.
"Peter, I have two questions left to do. Can't you sit still for 5 minutes?" You huffed at him.
"No. I've missed you for the past 24 hours, 1440 minutes, and 86400 seconds, and I want attention," he complained,
"I'm right here, how can you still miss me?"
"I just do, okay?"
You sighed at him, and came up with an idea. Standing up from your chair, you told Peter to take a seat on it. He obeyed with a questioning expression. You silently sat on his lap, facing your desk. You took a hold of either one of his arms and wrapped them around your torso. He immediately tighten his hold on you, and brought you impossibly closer to his chest, "Good compromise," he muttered into your back as he placed his cheek in your spine.
"You're worse than a puppy Parker," you giggled.
He kissed the back of your head, then began to pepper them down your spine.