𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤

Cup Kisses

Parings → Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings → Fluffy fluff

Summary → You noticed something Peter always does, which makes you blush.

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It started off as a small thing-something you didn't even notice at first.

You and Peter had been dating for a while, and little habits formed between you two, the kind you don't question until one day they suddenly stand out. Like how Peter always reached for your hand absentmindedly, even when you were just sitting on opposite sides of the couch. Or how he'd tilt his head slightly every time you tucked your hair behind your ear, as if mesmerized by the motion.

But this? This was new. Or maybe it wasn't, and you had just been oblivious.

You first caught it at your favorite coffee shop, where you two sat across from each other, your books and notes sprawled out between sips of caffeine. It was a casual date, the kind you loved-just being with him, existing together in quiet comfort. You had taken a sip of your latte, set it down, and turned your attention back to your notes.

When Peter reached for your cup, you didn't think much of it. He always stole your drinks, even though he had his own. But then, your eyes flickered up just in time to see him angle the cup to drink from the exact spot where your lips had been moments ago.

The realization sent a small spark through you, but you pushed it aside. Maybe it was just a coincidence.

Until it happened again. And again.

At home, when you made tea. At the diner, when you ordered milkshakes and shared a straw. Even when you handed him your water bottle at school, he'd make sure to drink from the same spot where your lips had touched.

Your cheeks heated every time, but you never said anything-until now.

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You sat across from Peter in the campus library, a half-empty cup of iced coffee on the table. You had just taken a sip, your tinted lip balm leaving a faint mark on the rim. Your eyes flicked to Peter, who, without missing a beat, grabbed the cup and pressed his lips to the same spot.

Your heart did a little flip.

This time, you weren't going to let it slide.

"You always do that," you blurted out.

Peter paused mid-sip, blinking at you over the rim. "Do what?"

You leaned forward, pointing at the cup in his hands. "You always drink from where I drank. Like, exactly where my lips were. I've noticed."

Peter slowly set the cup down, his lips twitching into a sheepish smile. "Oh."

"Oh?" You echoed, raising an eyebrow.

He shrugged, acting way too casual for someone whose ears were turning red. "It's a cup kiss."

You blinked. "A what now?"

"A cup kiss," he repeated, this time grinning like he had just said something incredibly profound. "It's like... a little indirect kiss. Through the cup."

Your face burned. "Peter!"

He laughed, leaning forward on his elbows. "What? It's cute!"

"You-you've been doing this on purpose?" You stammered, feeling your heartbeat quicken.

"Of course," he said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Why else would I always drink from your side?"

"I-I don't know! I thought it was just a coincidence!"

Peter tilted his head, amused. "A coincidence that I, your very devoted and very smitten boyfriend, consistently drink from the exact spot where your lips were? You think that just happens?"

You groaned, covering your face with your hands. "Oh my God."

Peter chuckled, prying your hands away gently. His eyes sparkled with mischief. "You're blushing."

"You make it sound embarrassing!"

"It's not! I think it's sweet." He reached for your cup again and exaggeratedly pressed a kiss to the rim before taking another sip. "See? Cup kiss."

You swatted at his arm, but you were smiling. "You're ridiculous."

"I'm romantic," he corrected, eyes twinkling.

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn't stop the warmth from spreading through your chest. You stared at him for a second, then reached for his drink.

Peter's eyes widened as you deliberately found the spot where he had just taken a sip and brought the cup to your lips.

You drank, then set it down, arching a brow. "There. Now we're even."

Peter blinked, then broke into the biggest grin. "Ohhh, so you like cup kisses."

"I-I didn't say that!"

"You totally do!" He nudged you with his foot under the table. "You're not even denying it."

You huffed, looking away. "Shut up, Parker."

He leaned in, his breath warm against your cheek as he whispered, "Wanna share a milkshake later? Two straws, one cup?"

You shoved him lightly, but your heart was doing somersaults.

Yeah, you liked cup kisses. And you had a feeling Peter would never let you live it down.

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