𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐗 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 - 𝟓

My Little Tiger ❀

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

https://www.tumblr.com/selfcarecap/663056561418223616/if-youre-taking-requests-id-love-a-peter-story

Parings → Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings → insecurities, a lil bit suggestive like a few mentions of sex.

Summary → The reader has stretch marks and she's insecure about them but Peter makes her feel better about it.

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You feel Peter's hand trailing up the back of your thigh, slowly reaching your butt.

You're both on your bed, just hanging out. You were looking at memes together, cuddling, but it seems like Peter got bored of them, and now he's lying further down on the bed, just trying to be close to you.

His touch is innocent but it makes you nervous.

Now his fingers brush the side of your thigh- right there.

You turn your hips so you're lying on his hand, stopping him from touching you. "That's too close," you say.

"Too close to what?" He asks, confused, pulling his hand away from underneath you, lifting your shirt instead to lay his hand on your hip.

You grab his hand, pushing it away.

Confusion flashes through his eyes once more, and he sits up, "What's wrong?"

"Just... don't go too close to my stretch marks," you say, looking down at your phone to avoid his eyes.

He's quiet and when you look up at him he's got his eyebrows furrowed, "What?"

"Please don't touch my stretch marks," you repeat, pulling your shirt down again, and making sure your cotton shorts are covering up your ass as good as possible.

"What, why? There's nothing wrong with them. I really like them actually," he leans down to kiss the stretch marks on your thighs but you pull away.

"I don't like them so could you please leave them alone," you turn around with a huff, looking at your phone.

You see him take off his shirt from the corner of your eye, "Peter, I'm not in the mood. What are you doing?"

"I know, but look. Come here," he says.

You turn around again. All you can see are his back muscles and you don't know what he wants you to do.

"What now?" You ask.

He turns his head to the side, and now you've got his back and his jawline to look at.

"They should be here somewhere." He says, his fingers reaching behind his back.

Soon you see what he's trying to show you.

Right there on his lower back, Peter has stretch marks. Some more red, some faded, matching the colour of his skin.

"I didn't know you had these," you say as you trail them with your fingers.

"You don't see me from the back that often, I guess. But lots of guys have stretch marks too and no one cares, so I don't get why women are shamed for having them."

He's about to turn around again, but you bend down and lightly press a few kisses to them. They're beautiful.

"Do you have stretch marks anywhere else?"

"I used to have them on my hips but they've faded. Actually, for a while I had them everywhere, because after I was bitten I grew and gained muscle over night so obviously the skin stretched and it left stretch marks. But they're gone now. I guess my back must have stretched the most, that's why the stretch marks are still there," he shrugs.