𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤

Snowball The Cockblocker - P.P

Parings → Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings → language, kissing

Summary → Peter and you make out, but your cat Snowball interrupts, leaving Peter adorably frustrated.

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You were sitting on the couch with Peter, your head resting comfortably on his shoulder as the movie you had been watching played in the background. It wasn't long before Peter shifted, his arm wrapping around your waist to pull you closer. The familiar warmth of his touch made you smile, and you tilted your head up to meet his gaze. His brown eyes twinkled with affection as he leaned down, pressing his lips softly against yours.

The kiss started slow, gentle, as if savoring the moment. But soon, it deepened. Peter's hands slid up your back, pulling you closer to him, and you responded by tangling your fingers in his soft curls. His lips moved with yours in a rhythm that felt so natural, and you could feel his heart beating faster as you both got lost in each other.

"Mm, I could kiss you forever," Peter murmured between kisses, his voice low and slightly breathless.

You giggled softly, giving his bottom lip a playful tug. "Forever, huh?"

"Yeah," he whispered, pressing his forehead against yours as his thumb gently brushed your cheek. "Forever sounds pretty perfect."

Your lips met again, this time more eagerly. You felt Peter shift beneath you as you straddled his lap, his hands resting on your hips while yours roamed across his shoulders and down his chest. He let out a soft groan, his fingers tightening their grip on you, pulling you impossibly closer.

Just as things were getting more intense, you felt a sudden soft brush against your ankle. You ignored it at first, too focused on Peter's lips and the way he made you feel. But then it happened again, a little more persistent this time.

You broke the kiss with a laugh, glancing down to find your fluffy white cat, Snowball, weaving between your legs and staring up at you with wide, curious eyes.

"Snowball, seriously?" You muttered, leaning back slightly. Peter let out a small, frustrated whine as you pulled away, his lips chasing yours.

"Babe, come back," Peter pouted, his hands still on your waist, trying to pull you back down. "He can wait."

You bit your lip to suppress a laugh, gently petting Snowball with one hand while trying to calm Peter with the other. "He's just being curious. He probably wants attention."

"I want attention!" Peter exclaimed dramatically, his hands moving to your thighs as he rested his head on your chest, nuzzling into you. "Your cat always gets in the way at the worst times."

"He's jealous," you teased, running your fingers through Peter's hair soothingly.

"Jealous?" Peter scoffed, raising his head to look at you with those puppy-dog eyes. "Of me?"

You nodded playfully. "Yup. You're hogging all my affection."

Peter pouted even more. "Well, too bad. I'm not sharing."

You couldn't help but laugh at how cute he was being. "Oh, really?"

"Really," he said firmly, then suddenly wrapped his arms around you and flipped you both over so you were lying beneath him on the couch. You squealed in surprise, but Peter silenced you with another kiss, his lips moving insistently against yours.

You felt him smile against your lips before he broke away just enough to murmur, "Now, where were we?"

Before you could answer, a loud meow interrupted the moment once again. You looked over to see Snowball sitting at the edge of the couch, staring at both of you with wide, accusing eyes.

Peter groaned loudly, burying his face in your neck. "He's doing it on purpose!"

You giggled, trying to push Peter off of you gently. "Maybe he needs something. I should check-"

"Nooo," Peter whined, refusing to let go. "Don't leave me. We were in the middle of something important!"

"Peter, he's just a cat," you said through your laughter, but Peter shook his head stubbornly.

"I don't care. This is our time, not Snowball's. He's had you all day!" Peter lifted his head, pouting dramatically. "He gets you 24/7. I only get you for a little bit before I have to go on patrol."

You rolled your eyes affectionately, cupping Peter's face in your hands. "You're such a baby sometimes, you know that?"

Peter grinned, clearly not minding the teasing. "I only whine because I love you."

"And because Snowball interrupted your makeout session?" You raised an eyebrow.

"Exactly!" Peter nodded enthusiastically. "He's a total cockblock!"

You laughed, pulling him down for a quick kiss. "Alright, alright. Let me just give him a treat, and then we can pick up where we left off."

Peter sighed dramatically but let you go, rolling onto his back and throwing an arm over his eyes as if he'd just been told the world was ending. "Fine. But hurry. You're leaving me all alone here with my broken heart."

You laughed again, shaking your head as you climbed off the couch and grabbed a small treat from the kitchen for Snowball. "I'll be back in two seconds, drama king."

As you gave Snowball his treat, you could hear Peter mumbling to himself on the couch, still sulking. "I just wanted to kiss my girlfriend. Is that so much to ask? But no, of course Snowball had to ruin everything."

You returned to the couch and sat beside Peter, who immediately pulled you back into his arms, resting his head on your shoulder. "Finally. Now where were we?"

You smiled, leaning in to kiss him once again. "Right about here."

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