𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤

Vanilla Chapstick

Parings → Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings → fluff

Summary → Peter wants to taste your new chapstick.

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You were sitting on the couch in Peter's living room, your legs curled up beneath you as you pulled out your new chapstick. Peter sat next to you, absentmindedly flipping through a textbook while you twisted the cap off the fresh tube and started applying it.

"New chapstick?" Peter asked, glancing up from his book.

"Yup," you replied, smacking your lips together. "It smells like vanilla."

Peter tilted his head, a playful smirk spreading across his face. "Can I try it?"

You raised an eyebrow, expecting him to reach out for the tube, but instead, Peter leaned closer, his brown eyes twinkling with mischief.

"Sure, I'll just-" you began, but your words trailed off as Peter closed the small gap between you. He placed one hand softly on the side of your face, guiding you toward him. Before you could fully register what was happening, his lips were on yours-gentle and sweet, like a question he was afraid to ask out loud.

Your breath hitched in surprise, but instinctively, you leaned in. The kiss was soft and tender, with the faint flavor of vanilla lingering between you. Peter pulled away after a moment, his eyes wide, clearly a little shocked by his own boldness.

"I, uh..." Peter stammered, rubbing the back of his neck, his cheeks flushed. "I meant, like... to taste it."

You blinked at him, still trying to process what just happened. "Well, you could've just borrowed the chapstick, you know?"

Peter's face turned an even deeper shade of red. "Yeah, but that wouldn't have been as fun." His voice was quiet, filled with the same teasing tone he'd had just moments before, though now it was mixed with nerves.

A smile tugged at your lips. "You're such a dork, Peter."

He chuckled softly, biting his lip as he glanced at you. "But you're not mad, right?"

You shook your head, a small laugh escaping you as you leaned forward and kissed him again. This time, neither of you hesitated.

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