𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐗 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 - 𝟓

Kissing You ☆

𝐀/𝐍 - All credit goes to the writer ptergwen on Tumblr

https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/ptergwen/690883082979590144?source=share

Parings → Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings → swearing and making out

Summary → Peter and the reader are just making out like usual but the lose track of time.

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You hover over Peter on his bed, your lips on his. You’re wearing a new lip gloss today, and he’d wanted a taste of it. The kiss naturally lead to a make out session. Your gloss is now smeared all over Peter’s lips as they mold perfectly with yours. His hands slide under your shirt, warm palms resting on the skin of your upper back. You hum contentedly.

You place your hands on Peter’s chest, leaning into him further to deepen the kiss. Peter rubs your back gently and smiles against your lips.

“I love kissing you.”

He talks between kisses.

“I could kiss you all day.”

You giggle in response. You cup Peter’s jaw, guiding his lips to yours. Peter parts his lips and lets your tongue enter his mouth. Your tongues move slowly together, keeping the kiss soft. Your lips are practically attached at this point.

“Dinner, you two!”

You hardly hear aunt May over the sounds of your kissing.

“Come on, before it gets cold! You know that doesn’t take long with my cooking!”

You pull back first.

“Did she say dinner?”

“Yeah, but we must’ve heard wrong. It can’t be dinner time already.”

You check your phone for the time and gasp, clapping a hand over your mouth. Peter sits up, brows furrowed.

“Oh my god, Peter! We actually have been kissing all day!”

“Wait, what?”

He realizes you’re in darkness, crickets chirping outside his window.

“Holy shit. The sun was still out when you got here.”

“That was… hours ago.”

Peter wipes his lips with the back of his hand. His eyes are blown wide.

“Have we really been making out that long? Without any breaks? That’s a new record for us.”

“Damn. Gonna be hard to break it.”

“I’m up for the challenge.”

Peter puckers his lips. You put a hand out to stop him, nose crinkling as you grin.

“After dinner maybe. My lips are sore.”

“Want me to kiss them better?”

“Ugh, Peter.”

“Alright, alright. Hint taken.”

Peter kisses the tips of your fingers.

“Now that you mention it, my lips kinda hurt, too. I think you might’ve bit them by accident.”

“It wasn’t an accident. I thought it was hot.”

“A little more gentle next time, babe.”

“Next time? So you liked it?”

“I like everything you do.”

You nudge Peter’s cheek with your nose, nails lightly scratching at his chest. He fixes your shirt and gives your hips a squeeze.

“C’mon, May’s waiting for us.”

The two of you climb off the bed and make your way to the kitchen, where three places are set for dinner. May perks up when you enter the room.

“There you two are, you’ve been in there all day. What’re you up to?”

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