𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤

Whipped Cream*

Parings → Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings → SMUT !! 18+, oral (F receiving), food play, whipped cream

Summary → Peter wants to spice things up in the bedroom a bit.

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You and Peter were cuddling on the bed, your legs tangled together as a movie played on the laptop perched on the nightstand. It was one of those easy nights—no danger, no bad guys, just the two of you wrapped up in each other’s warmth. Peter’s arm was draped over your waist, his fingers absentmindedly drawing patterns on your skin as the two of you lay there, half-watching the screen.

All of a sudden, Peter shifted beside you. He sat up, looking like something had just clicked in his mind.

You tilted your head at him. “What’s up?” You asked, curious.

Peter hesitated for a second, rubbing the back of his neck—a telltale sign that he was up to something. “So… I’ve kinda been thinking about something the whole day.”

Your eyebrows raised. “And?”

He bit his lip, that cute, boyish grin creeping onto his face. “I’ll be right back.”

Before you could ask more, Peter was off the bed, dashing out of the bedroom and into the kitchen at Spider-Man speed. Your curiosity piqued immediately. You paused the movie and sat up, waiting for him to return. A few minutes later, you heard him jogging back, and when he re-entered the room, there was something mischievous in his expression, his hands hidden behind his back.

You gave him a playful look. “Hey, what’s that look for?”

Peter’s grin widened as he finally revealed what he had been hiding. In his hand was a can of whipped cream.

Your eyes flicked to the can and then back to his face. “Whipped cream?” You asked, an eyebrow raised. “What are you thinking, Peter?”

He shrugged, a teasing glint in his eye. “Just a little experiment,” he said casually. “I figured… maybe we could spice things up a bit.”

You smirked, sitting back against the pillows. “Spice things up, huh?”

Peter scratched his head, and for a brief moment, you could see the hesitation in his eyes. His usual confidence wavered as he bit his bottom lip. “Only if you’re into it. I mean… I don’t want to make you uncomfortable or anything.”

Your heart swelled at how considerate he always was. You reached out, tugging him closer by his shirt. “Of course I’m into it,” you said, your voice low and playful. “I trust you.”

His whole face lit up at your words, the uncertainty fading instantly. Peter climbed back onto the bed, settling in beside you. “Okay, but… just to be clear, you can tell me if it’s too much or if you don’t like it.”

“Peter, you’re literally Spider-Man,” you teased, grinning. “I think I can handle whatever you’re about to do.”

That was all he needed to hear. He leaned in, kissing you softly at first, then gradually deepening it. His lips were warm and familiar, the taste of him comforting as his hand cupped your cheek. Peter’s kisses had a way of making the world around you disappear, and this time was no different.

Slowly, he broke away, his fingers finding the hem of your shirt. “Let’s get this off,” he murmured, tugging at the fabric.

You sat up slightly, letting him pull the shirt over your head. Peter’s eyes darkened with desire as he took in the sight of you. He reached for the can of whipped cream, giving it a playful shake before aiming it at your neck.