#6 with peter parker
omg i missed writing ab peter
peter benjamin parker has a knack for clumsiness, so it’s a wonder that he’s able to slip into her room without making too much noise. in all honesty, he didn’t know as to where else he was supposed to go– it was late and he just finished a round of patrolling for the night. this round included him getting banged up just a bit, and he was in desperate need of some reprieve.
stripping out of his suit, he tries his best to not make so much noise that we causes a disturbance, but his aching muscles did cause a few quiet moans and groans to fall past his lips in the process.
“y/n? y/n? are you awake?” his voice breaks out in the silence of the room, hoping that his girlfriend would roll over and do that cute little squinting thing after flicking on her side table lamp. however, he forgot that she sleeps like a rock, especially after a whole afternoon of her lab internship.
sighing to himself, peter lifts up the comforter she’s under– slipping into the bed, no longer caring that she’s going to scold him about how she’s going to have to wash her sheets from his dirty body infiltrating it once again. it’s a running joke between them, always accompanied by her punching him in the arm or lightly slapping the back of his head while the two of them laughed about it. it’s a joke because she knows it’s better for him to come to her dirty than to never come to her at all.
“mmm, peter?” she sounds groggy while shifting back into him. he hums in response. “is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?” he lets out a small chuckle while pressing a kiss to the back of her neck.
“figured it was time these sheets had a nice wash,” he whispers back to her and though he can’t see her face– he knows that she’s smiling in the dark.