𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤

Obsessed

Parings → Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings → boobs

Summary → Peter's obsessed with your boobs.

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You're stretched out on the couch, trying to relax after a long day. You've got a blanket draped over your legs, a random TV show playing in the background, and Peter lying right next to you-well, sort of on top of you. His head is resting on your chest, arms wrapped loosely around your waist as he lets out a content sigh.

"Y'know," you say, running your fingers through his curly hair, "you've got a perfectly good pillow right over there."

Peter snuggles closer, nuzzling his face against your chest. "Nah," he murmurs, his voice muffled. "This is way better."

You laugh softly, used to his antics by now. "You say that every time."

He shifts slightly, his head moving so he's looking up at you with those big brown eyes. "Can you blame me? They're perfect." His hands slide up from your waist, and before you can even protest, he's already giving your boobs a playful squeeze.

"Peter!" You squeak, half laughing, half exasperated.

He grins up at you, a mischievous sparkle in his eyes. "What? You know it helps me destress. It's like... stress balls, but better." He squeezes again for emphasis, and you swat at his hands.

"You're ridiculous," you mutter, though you're smiling.

"You love me," he says, smug, resting his head back down on your chest like it's the most natural thing in the world. He lets out another sigh, his entire body relaxing against you.

"I do," you admit, your fingers tangling in his hair again. "But you're still ridiculous."

Peter hums in agreement, his eyes fluttering shut. "Ridiculously in love with you," he adds, voice soft and drowsy.

You chuckle, feeling your heart warm at his words. "You're such a dork."

"Mm-hmm." He doesn't argue. He's clearly content, his breathing starting to slow, and you realize with a smile that he's on the verge of falling asleep. Again.

You shift slightly under him, trying to get more comfortable, but it's hard when Peter's basically draped across your chest like a sleepy kitten. "Pete, you're heavy."

"Not movin'," he mumbles, holding onto you tighter. His voice is slurred with sleep now. "Too comfy..."

You roll your eyes, even though you know he can't see it. "You're going to make me sore," you say, though there's no real annoyance in your tone.

"I'll give you a massage later," he promises, already half asleep.

"You said that last time," you remind him.

"And I meant it," he argues, though the words are barely audible. He's drifting off now, his head still comfortably nestled on your chest.

You sigh, giving up. You know he's not moving anytime soon. Instead, you let your hand rest gently on the back of his head, continuing to stroke his curls. He makes a soft noise of contentment, and your heart swells with affection.

For a few minutes, you just lie there in silence, the only sound in the room coming from the TV and Peter's soft, steady breathing. You can feel the rise and fall of his chest against yours, the warmth of his body pressing into you.

Just when you think he's fully asleep, Peter stirs again. "Babe?" His voice is quiet, almost unsure.

"Hm?"

"You... don't mind, do you?" He opens his eyes just a little, looking up at you. "Me doing this? I don't want to make you uncomfortable."

You look down at him, surprised by the sudden vulnerability in his voice. "Of course I don't mind, Peter," you say softly. "If I did, I'd tell you."

"Okay," he mumbles, closing his eyes again. "Just wanted to make sure."

You smile at him, your heart melting all over again. Peter could be such a goof sometimes-like now, lying on top of you like he owned the place-but he always made sure you were comfortable. That's just the kind of guy he was. Sweet, considerate, and so hopelessly in love with you.

After a few more minutes, you feel him shift again, his hand lazily resting on your boob. He's not squeezing this time, just resting his hand there like it's the most natural thing in the world.

"You really love my boobs, don't you?" You tease, raising an eyebrow.

He lets out a sleepy chuckle. "Can you blame me?" He mumbles. "They're perfect. Soft. Warm. Everything I need after a long day."

You laugh, shaking your head. "You're obsessed."

"Only with you," he corrects, cracking one eye open to give you a sleepy, lopsided grin.

"Nice save," you say, leaning down to press a kiss to his forehead.

Peter hums in contentment, snuggling even closer, if that's even possible. His hand absentmindedly moves in gentle circles, and you feel yourself relax further into the couch. Despite how ridiculous the situation is, there's something incredibly comforting about having Peter this close, feeling his warmth against you.

"I could stay like this forever," he murmurs after a while.

"Forever, huh?"

"Yeah," he says, voice soft. "Just me, you, and your boobs. Perfect life."

You can't help but laugh at that. "You're such a boob guy."

"Ah hu," he says, lifting his head just enough to plant a kiss on your collarbone. "And you love me."

"I do," you admit again, smiling down at him.

"And I love you," he says, his voice filled with sincerity.

He presses another soft kiss to your skin before resting his head back down on your chest, completely at peace. You watch him for a moment, your heart swelling with affection for the boy currently using you as his personal pillow. You could tease him all you wanted, but the truth was, you didn't mind. You loved these moments with him-sweet, silly, and full of love.

"Goodnight, Pete," you whisper, though you know he's not fully asleep yet.

"Night," he mumbles in return, already half lost to his dreams.

And with that, he's out, his breathing slow and steady against you. You smile, brushing a hand through his curls one last time before closing your eyes, letting the warmth of the moment lull you into a peaceful sleep beside him.

In the end of the day, Peter's adorable obsession is nothing more than an extension of his love for you-a love that's tender, goofy, and full of affection. Even in his most ridiculous moments, it's clear that Peter cherishes you completely

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