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C • Peter

Cuddle
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Because sometimes he needs warmth
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Just some good old fluff
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A soft knock was heard on Y/n's bedroom window.

She stretched her limbs as she got up from her bed. Y/n wasn't a deep sleeper, so the light knocking woke her up. Already knowing who it was, she opened the window and came face to face with Spider-Man. "Peter, it's three in the morning, y'know that's the cursed time to be up," she yawned through her hand. Peter huffed through his nose in amusement before he took off his hood. His fluffy curls falling onto his face, making him shake his head a bit, to get the strands out of his eyes.

"You and I both know that's a hoax. Besides, I couldn't sleep, I want- no I need to cuddle with you," he murmured the last part under his breath, looking down in embarrassment. Y/n furrowed her eyebrows in slight confusion before sighing. He looked up slightly, curls in front of his face as his chocolate brown eyes looked at her with such desperation, like a dog who wanted his treat.

She gave him a small smile, "well, don't just stand there, let's go to sleep." Peter exhaled in relief, the anxiety of asking her finally subsided.
She stepped closer to him, softly, gracefully, wrapping her arms around his neck. "I know something is bothering you. You're lucky I'm tired, so you can get out of it this time." Peter's breath hitched when she said that she knew that something else was going on. As glad as he was that he didn't have to burden his girlfriend with another problem of his, he wanted to talk to someone about it. He wanted someone to be there for him. He wanted it to be Y/n so badly, but he couldn't tell her more things. The more people know of what's happening, the more chances that they'll get kidnapped.

It was bad enough that she caught him in his Spider suit not too long ago, and to tell her what villains were up to? That was a big no no.

She slid one of her hands down his chest, finding the spider logo, giving it a gentle push, making the whole suit loosen up instead of it's usual tight fitting spandex.
Peter was trying to control his breathing while she touched him. Even though they've been together for almost a year, Peter still experiences the fresh, new, raw love. He couldn't quite explain it, if he tried, he would rant about Y/n the whole time.
What was there not to like?

She wasn't looking at him, but when she did, Peter gulped nervously. She was gorgeous in his eyes. The way the moonlight kissed her skin lightly, highlighting all of her features, eyes twinkling in the moonshine. He wanted to kiss her so badly. He wanted to show her how much she meant to him. As much as he wanted to do that, it was early in the morning and they were both tired.

Maybe in the morning.

With all of this daydreaming finally brought him back to reality, to which his was fully nude but only wearing some boxers. His cheeks bursted into colour, embarrassed was an understatement to how he was feeling. Y/n giggled at his reddened cheeks, poking his cheek, teasing him to no end. She walked away from him and he suddenly lost all the warmth that she radiated. She then came back to him with a pair of sweats he lent her the week before. "Thank you," he squeaked.
She was already in bed, waiting for him to join her. He tied the drawstrings of the sweatband immediately, in a rush to join her to finally sleep some well deserved rest.

Bliss was all he felt, facing each other, arms wrapped around, legs entangled. The comfort he felt was surreal. How did he get so lucky? With one last sigh of content, sleep deprivation took him away. Asleep with the person he loved in his arms.