𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤

The Sweetest Smell

Parings → Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings → Fluff, Suggestive themes, Teasing

Summary → Peter becomes obsessed with Y/n's scent after using a new body wash, leading to clingy behavior

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You stepped out of the shower, wrapping a fluffy towel snugly around yourself as the warmth of the steam lingered in the air. Droplets of water clung to your skin, sliding lazily down your arms and legs, and you shiver slightly, the cool contrast against the humid bathroom. The soft, sweet scent of your new body wash filled the room—a blend of vanilla and lavender that was both calming and intoxicating, like a warm hug wrapped in a field of wildflowers.

"Smells good," you thought to yourself, running your fingers through your damp hair, untangling a few stubborn knots. You caught your reflection in the mirror, your cheeks pink from the heat of the shower, and a small smile tugged at your lips.

Once dressed, you stepped into the living room, where Peter was sprawled on the couch, his back against the armrest and his legs stretched out. His hands were busy tinkering with a small gadget, his nimble fingers twisting and adjusting pieces with a precision only he could manage. The faint hum of the TV played in the background, but Peter's focus was entirely on the device in his hands.

The moment your footsteps sounded against the floor, his head snapped up. His brown eyes, warm and inviting, locked onto you, and a lopsided smile spread across his face, lighting up the entire room.

"Hey," he said, his voice light, carrying a hint of affection that never failed to make your heart flutter.

"Hey, baby," you replied, your tone soft as you crossed the room, making your way toward him. You aimed for the empty space beside him, planning to plop down, but before you could fully sit, Peter’s hands caught your waist and effortlessly pulled you into his lap.

A surprised laugh escaped your lips as his arms wrapped securely around you, and he buried his face in the curve of your neck. The sensation of his curls brushing against your skin sent a ticklish warmth spreading through you.

"Peter!" you squeaked, half-laughing, trying to squirm away. "What are you doing?"

"Nothing," he murmured against your neck, his voice low and slightly muffled.

It was then you felt it—the subtle way he was inhaling deeply, as though committing your scent to memory. You blinked, slightly taken aback, before pulling back just enough to meet his gaze.

"Are you… smelling me?" you asked, a teasing lilt in your voice.

Peter froze for a moment, his lips parting as if to deny it, but then he chuckled, his sheepish grin breaking through. "Uh, maybe?"

You tilted your head, raising an eyebrow as a playful smile curved your lips. "Weirdo."

He shrugged, unbothered by the label, and tightened his hold on you, his hands resting warmly on your waist. His nose found its way back to your shoulder, and you felt the gentle nuzzle of his skin against yours, the action so soft and intimate that it sent a rush of warmth flooding your cheeks.

"You smell so good," he murmured, his voice low, carrying a hint of awe, as though the scent alone had left him mesmerized.

Your cheeks burned a little hotter at his words. "It's just my new body wash," you said, brushing it off, though your heart swelled at the way he said it, as though it was the most remarkable thing in the world.

"Well, I love it," he replied simply, leaning in to plant a kiss on your collarbone. His lips lingered for a moment, warm and soft against your skin, before he pulled back, his eyes sparkling with affection.
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Over the next few days, Peter’s clinginess reached new heights, leaving you both amused and exasperated.