Peter Parker One-Shots & Drabbles

Imagine sharing your first kiss with Peter Parker

Peter couldn't concentrate on his homework with you sitting across his kitchen table. Peter would steal a glance at you every few minutes while you did your assigned reading, his eyes staring at your full lips as they wrapped around a blow pop that you had brought over as a treat for yourself. You looked up from your history book when you felt Peter's gaze and he quickly turned away.

"What's wrong?" you asked, raising an eyebrow suspiciously.

"U-Uh, it's nothing," Peter said, his voice going up an octave.

You stared at him skeptically, removing the blow pop from your mouth before using it as a pointer.

"Focus, Peter." You warned, pointing your blow pop at his Algebra book.

"I know, I know." Peter sighed.

The two of you continued to work in silence in the dining room, the only sounds in the room were of you turning the pages in your history book and Peter scribbling an answer down to an algebraic equation. As Peter looked up at you for the umpteenth time, his mind began to wonder what that blow pop tasted like and what you tasted like. Before he could stop himself, Peter spoke aloud the thoughts that had been running rampant through his mind for the past few minutes.

"Hey, um, what flavor is that?" Peter asked.

"Huh?" You looked up from your book. "It's cherry-flavored. I got more blow pops in my backpack. You want one?"

Peter shook his head, his face growing hotter by the second. "No, it's okay."

Taking note of Peter's rosy cheeks, you couldn't help but grin as your brain formulated an idea.

"You wanna taste?" you offered.

"W-What?!" Peter nearly choked on his saliva in response to your suggestion.

"You heard me. Don't act like you didn't hear me."

"I...yes."

As innocent as your face looked, your suggestion was anything but. As soon as Peter consented to your offer, you stood up from the table and tossed out your blow pop before you approached him. You carefully tilted his chin up with one hand to look directly into his warm brown eyes. You closed your eyes before you leaned down and gently pressed your lips against Peter's slightly chapped ones. You tilted your head to the side and gently cupped Peter's face in your hands, your thumbs slowly stroking his cheek.

You smiled against Peter's lips as you felt him gasp upon feeling your fingers against his face. You took this opportunity to slowly slide your tongue into his open mouth and tease his tongue with your own for a few seconds before you broke the kiss. You licked your lips in satisfaction while Peter sat in his chair, completely stunned. It took him several seconds to gather his thoughts and formulate a complete sentence.

"Wow," Peter exhaled softly, running a hand through his hair. "I was not expecting that."

"So, did it taste like cherries?" you asked with a smirk.

"A little, but mostly... it tasted like nothing I ever tasted before."

"I'll take that as a compliment."