𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐗 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 - 𝟓

Just Friends My Ass ☆

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

https://www.tumblr.com/vendettaparker/662939071657705472/peter-parker-who-is-just-like-obsessed-with-boobs

Parings → Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Warnings → boobs

Summary → Peter Parker who is just like obsessed with boobs.

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Peter loved your tits. It was like second nature wrapping his arms around you in the night to cup your breasts. Or nuzzling his head into your chest as you watch a movie, using your boobs as pillows for his tired head.

It all started a few weeks after you started dating. You were laying in your room watching a movie, cuddled up to Peter's side. When you decided to turn off the lights for the night you sat up, unintentionally hitting Peter with your tits.

"Oops, sorry," You chuckled at his surprised face.

But Peter wasn't mad. If anything it just made him love you more. He never realized, what with his scarce dating knowledge, how soft and jiggly boobs were. To say he was hook was an understatement.

You laid back down after the lights were out, tried, and ready to head to bed. But Peter's mind was whirling. He just wanted to touch them, just for a second.

"(Y/N)?" Peter whispered in the dark, only the light of the TV danced around the room.

"Hm?" You hummed out, contently listening to Peter's heartbeat, noticing how it began to speed up.

"Can I-well, you know how we're dating, right?"

"No, Peter, I had no idea," You said sarcastically, but Peter didn't pick up on that.

"What?! What do you mean? Remember at the park, remember? We kissed and then I swear you agreed-"

"Peter, I'm just messing with you," You chuckled, gently stroking his cheek to calm him down, "what's got you all worked up?"

"Oh, right, sorry," Peter mumbled, loving the warmth from your hand on his skin, "um, well I-I was just wondering..."

"What, Pete?"

"I-If we're dating-which we are-could I maybe-only if you want to, o-or if you're okay with it-I kinda wanna, possibly-I just wanna-could I-"

"Peter just spit it out!" You laughed, playfully hitting his shoulder.

"May I touch your breasts please?" Peter said softly.

You looked at him for a moment before bursting out laughing. "(Y/N)," Peter whined, "I'm serious! I just wanna feel them."

"I know," You wheezed, wiping a tear from your eye, "you just sounded like a little boy asking to use the restroom in a British boarding school."

Peter let out a groan, flopping down into the pillows like a fish.

"Peter," You giggled, "you're my boyfriend, of course you can touch my tits. You can kiss them too if you'd like."

"Really?" Peter lit up, reaching out to touch you before quickly retracting his hand, "this isn't a trick, right?"

You nodded, "Yeah it is, you caught me. My tits are electric and I was trying to electrocute you. Darn, my plan has been foiled."

"I'm gonna go out on a whim here and say that that was sarcasm." Peter eyed you suspiciously before finally putting a hand on your boob and giving it a gentle squeeze. It was so soft and jiggly and all he wanted to do was fall asleep on them.

Forgetting to go home, that's how Wanda found you the next morning. Both asleep with Peter's hands tucked under your t-shirt, clutching your boobs.

"I knew it," Wanda gasped, "just friends my ass."

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