Petter parker x reader fluff

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“You’re crushing me.”

He simply hummed and nuzzled further into your neck in response. It was moments like these that you cherished the most; your two bodies pressed together in an innocent display of affection. His ear was pressed to your chest, so that he could hear your heartbeat and feel the steady rise and fall of your breaths.

“God, you’re heavier than you look.” You groaned in feigned annoyance, feeling him smile against your neck.

“You smell good.” He whispered.

You grinned. “Well, when you suffocate me to death at least I can die in peace knowing that Peter Parker thinks I smell good.”

He lifted himself up on his elbows so that he was hovering above you, his breath tickling your cheek. “…Better?”

Your heart swelled at the sight of him in the yellow light, his brown curls falling around his face. You loved him, completely and undeniably.

“You’re beautiful.” You sighed, lost in your own adoration. Despite how frequently you reminded him of that fact, it continued to bring a scarlet blush to his cheeks every single time.

“I love you, did you know that?” He asked, eyes shining with fondness.

“How could I possibly know that? You only tell me a hundred times a day.” You teased, leaning up towards him and pressing a playful kiss on his jaw.

“Then let me say it for the one-hundred-and-first time: I love you.”

Warmth spread through your chest, and your smile widened. “I love you, too.”

Peter shifted his weight from his elbows so that he was laying down on top of you completely again, his arms wrapping around your waist. “I love you, I love you, I love you.” He whispered, placing a kiss along your neck between each declaration.

“I know.” You sighed, breathing in the scent of his hair. He smelled like fresh linens and cinnamon…like home.

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