𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤

Pancakes And Boobies

Parings → Dad! Peter Parker x Mom!  Reader

Warnings → none

Summary → Peter's being all touchy while you make pancakes, but your son innocently catches him being cheeky.

          ｡･:*:･ﾟ★｡･:*:･ﾟ☆  ｡･:*:･ﾟ★

The kitchen was warm with the morning light streaming through the windows, casting a soft glow over the countertop as you focused on flipping pancakes. The sweet scent of batter filled the air, and for once, the house was peaceful. Ben, your four-year-old, was still fast asleep upstairs. It was a rare, quiet morning, and you were enjoying it.

You were humming softly when you heard footsteps padding softly behind you. A smile tugged at your lips. You didn’t even need to turn around to know it was Peter. The next thing you felt was his arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you into his bare chest. The warmth of his skin made you melt against him instantly, and you leaned back into his embrace, sighing contently.

“Morning, sweetheart,” Peter mumbled against your neck, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder. His breath was warm against your skin, sending a pleasant shiver down your spine.

“Morning,” you replied, flipping another pancake onto the stack. “You’re up early.”

Peter chuckled softly, his arms tightening around your waist. “Couldn’t sleep without you in bed. I Missed you.”

You laughed lightly, turning your head slightly to catch his playful grin. “Missed me? Peter, I was with you 20 minutes ago.”

“Still missed you,” he murmured, nuzzling into your neck. You could feel his lips pressing kisses along your skin, teasingly light. “And breakfast smells really good.”

“Pancakes,” you said simply, but before you could say more, you felt Peter’s hands slowly sliding up your torso, his fingers teasingly grazing the edge of your shirt. You instantly tensed up when his hands found their way under the fabric and settled over your boobs.

“Peter,” you warned, your voice soft but serious.

He just grinned against your neck, giving your boobs a squeeze. “What? I’m just appreciating my beautiful wife.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn't help the smile creeping onto your face. “In the middle of me making pancakes?”

“Hey, breakfast and boobies—best way to start the day,” he teased, chuckling into your ear as you tried to stay focused on flipping the next pancake.

“You’re a dork,” you muttered, though your tone was affectionate.

Before you could protest further, a little voice piped up from behind you, making you freeze.

“Daddy, why are you holding Mama’s boobies?”

Both you and Peter stiffened at the same time. Peter immediately withdrew his hands, his eyes wide in shock. You turned to see your son, Ben, standing in the doorway, rubbing his sleepy eyes with one hand and clutching his stuffed Spider-Man plushie with the other. His bedhead was a wild mess, and he looked adorably confused, staring up at the two of you.

Peter’s face turned beet red as he scrambled for an explanation. “Uh, well... um... you see, buddy, I was just... uh—”

“I... I needed a hug!” You quickly interjected, your cheeks burning with embarrassment.

Peter nodded rapidly. “Yeah! A hug! Just a morning hug for Mama!”

Ben blinked up at you both, clearly not convinced. “But you were holding Mama’s boobies,” he repeated innocently, tilting his head as if waiting for clarification.

You cleared your throat, turning to flip the last pancake while your brain scrambled for a response. “Sometimes grown-ups hug differently,” you said slowly, trying to keep a straight face. “It’s... um... part of the hug.”

Ben seemed to process this for a moment, his little face scrunched up in concentration. Finally, he shrugged and said, “Can I have pancakes now?”

You let out a breath of relief and nodded quickly. “Of course, sweetie. I’ll get you some right now.”

Peter leaned down and ruffled Ben’s hair, still visibly flustered but trying to play it cool. “How about we set the table for Mama, huh, bud?”

Ben’s face lit up with excitement, forgetting all about the awkward conversation. “Yeah! I’ll get the forks!”

As Ben hurried to the cabinets, Peter shot you a sheepish grin, still slightly pink in the cheeks. “I dodged a bullet there.”

You smirked, handing him the plate of pancakes. “You’re never living this down.”

He let out a soft chuckle, leaning in to kiss your lips. "Sure, baby."

‎∗ ࣪ ˖༺ 𓆩☆𓆪 ༻˖ ࣪ ∗