𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤

Kiss Prank

Parings → Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings → fluff

Summary →You prank Peter by wiping off his kisses.

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Peter's lips pressed softly against your cheek as you sat on the couch together, watching a movie. The warmth of his affection always made your heart flutter, but tonight, you were in the mood for a little fun.

Without giving it much thought, you reached up and wiped your cheek with an exaggerated motion, like you were brushing away something unpleasant. You caught a glimpse of Peter out of the corner of your eye, and his expression shifted into a mix of confusion and offense.

“Did you… just wipe off my kiss?” He asked, his brows knitting together in a frown. His brown eyes, usually so soft and warm, were filled with a wounded look.

You barely held back a smile as you shrugged. "What? No, no, I didn’t." You turned your attention back to the TV, trying to act like nothing had happened.

Peter narrowed his eyes, studying you. "It sure looked like you did."

"You're imagining things, Pete," you teased, biting your lip to stifle your laughter.

He seemed unconvinced, but let it slide. A few minutes passed, and then Peter leaned over again, this time pressing a quick kiss to your forehead.

You waited a beat, watching him out of the corner of your eye, before lifting your hand and casually wiping your forehead. This time, you couldn’t hold back the smile.

Peter's jaw dropped. "You did it again!"

“What? I’m just wiping my face. What’s the big deal?” You replied innocently, barely able to contain your amusement.

Peter crossed his arms, sitting up straighter, clearly offended. “Is my kissing that bad? Do you hate it or something?”

You turned toward him, giving him a playful nudge. "Of course not! Don’t be silly."

He gave you a skeptical look, and then, as if to test your claim, he leaned in to plant a quick peck on the tip of your nose. The moment he pulled away, you swiped your fingers over the spot again, pretending like you were itching it.

Peter gasped, dramatically clutching his chest. “Oh, come on! Again?”

This time, you couldn’t stop the giggle that slipped out, and Peter caught it immediately. He squinted at you, the pieces falling into place in his mind.

"You're doing this on purpose," he accused, his tone filled with a mix of amusement and frustration.

You bit your lip, trying to look as innocent as possible. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Peter gave you a long, hard stare, then huffed. "Fine. You wanna play games?" Without giving you a moment to react, he swooped down and planted a kiss right on your lips.

You wiped it off instantly, making a big show of it. Peter threw his hands up in the air in disbelief. "Unbelievable! Do you not like me anymore? Is that it?" He pouted, and though he was clearly joking, there was an edge of offense in his voice.

You burst out laughing, unable to contain it any longer. "Pete, it’s a prank!"

His face froze for a second, processing your words, before his eyes narrowed. "A prank? You’ve been wiping my kisses away just to mess with me?"

You nodded, grinning from ear to ear, but Peter was still pouting.

"That’s mean!" He whined, crossing his arms over his chest and looking like an upset child. "I was starting to think you didn’t like me anymore!"

“Oh, come on! It was just a joke,” you said, your laughter bubbling up again as you saw how serious he was taking it. “I’d never not like your kisses, Peter.”

Peter didn’t seem convinced, his lips pressed into a thin line. “I don’t know… You wiped away, like, five kisses! That’s a lot of kisses to wipe away.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, scooting closer to him on the couch. “Alright, fine, I’ll make it up to you.”

He glanced at you from the corner of his eye, still sulking. “How?”

Leaning in, you pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek, watching as his eyes flickered with hope. “Better?”

He raised an eyebrow. “Not enough.”

You smiled and kissed his other cheek. “How about now?”

Peter shook his head, still trying to hold on to his sulking demeanor, but you could see the hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “Nope, still  not enough.”

You kissed his forehead, his nose, then his lips, lingering there for a moment longer this time. When you pulled away, Peter finally cracked a smile, though he tried to hide it.

“You’re forgiven… for now,” he said, attempting to sound serious but failing miserably.

You laughed and leaned into him, resting your head on his shoulder. “I’m glad. You were acting like I committed a crime or something.”

Peter huffed, but you could feel the warmth of his arm wrapping around you, pulling you closer. “It felt like a crime. I mean, you wiped away my kisses. That’s just cruel.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, snuggling closer to him. "You're so dramatic."

Peter didn’t respond at first, just letting the comfortable silence settle between the two of you. Then, after a moment, he leaned down and kissed the top of your head. You couldn’t help but grin.

“Don’t even think about wiping that one off,” he mumbled, his voice teasing but with a warning edge.

You chuckled. "I wouldn’t dare."

“Good,” he said with a satisfied nod. “Otherwise, I might have to resort to drastic measures.”

You tilted your head back to look up at him, eyebrows raised. “Like what?”

Peter smirked. “Like kissing you so much that you won’t have time to wipe them off.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “You’re ridiculous.”

But Peter was already leaning in, a mischievous look in his eyes. “You started it,” he said before peppering your face with quick, playful kisses.

You giggled uncontrollably, squirming under the barrage of affection, and this time, you didn’t wipe a single one away.

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