𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤

Brain Teasers

Parings → Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings → inappropriate jokes

Summary → You tease Peter with a cheeky joke, leaving him flustered, but the moment turns sweet as feelings are confessed.

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Peter Parker was sitting on his bed, legs crossed, with a Rubik’s cube in his hands, his brows furrowed in concentration. The room was quiet except for the occasional squeak of the plastic cube twisting in his fingers. You were perched on his desk chair, spinning it idly, watching him struggle with the puzzle.

“Peter, you’ve been at that for like ten minutes. Just admit defeat already,” you sighed, resting your chin in your palm.

“No way,” he shot back, his lips quirking into a smirk. “I’m this close to solving it.”

You tilted your head, skeptical. “It’s still all scrambled. I don’t think you’re as close as you think.”

Peter paused, holding the Rubik’s cube up like it would somehow defend him. “I have a strategy, okay? You just wouldn’t understand.”

“Mm-hmm,” you replied, a sly smile creeping onto your lips. You couldn’t resist. The setup was too perfect.

Leaning forward in the chair, you asked, “Hey, Peter. What does a Rubik’s cube and a penis have in common?”

Peter blinked, his attention finally shifting from the cube to you. His cheeks instantly pinked at your question. “W-What?”

You grinned wider, enjoying his flustered expression. “The more you play with it, the harder it gets.”

The Rubik’s cube dropped from his hands, clattering onto the floor. Peter’s face went from a light pink to a full-blown crimson in a matter of seconds. His wide eyes locked onto yours as if he couldn’t believe what he’d just heard.

“Wha— Y/n!” He sputtered, burying his face in his hands. “Why would you say that?!”

You burst out laughing, nearly doubling over in your chair. “Oh, come on! That was gold, and you know it.”

Peter peeked at you through his fingers, his voice a high-pitched whine. “That was— that was so inappropriate!”

“Admit it, though,” you said, gasping for air between your giggles. “It was funny.”

Peter groaned, falling backward onto his bed and covering his face with a pillow. “You’re impossible.”

You got up from the chair and walked over to him, plopping down beside him on the bed. “Aw, don’t be mad,” you cooed, poking at his arm. “I’m just messing with you.”

He moved the pillow just enough to peek at you, his face still red. “You’re evil, you know that?”

You smirked, leaning down so your face was inches from his. “You love it.”

Peter’s breath hitched, and he quickly averted his gaze. “You’re— you’re the worst.”

“And yet, you’re still blushing,” you pointed out, resting your chin on his shoulder. “It’s cute.”

Peter groaned again, but this time it was less of a whine and more of a defeated sigh. “I don’t know how I put up with you.”

“Because I’m funny and adorable,” you said, grinning.

He rolled his eyes but didn’t argue. Instead, he reached down to pick up the Rubik’s cube. “You’re lucky I like you,” he mumbled under his breath.

You heard it loud and clear. “What was that, Parker?”

“Nothing!” He said quickly, twisting the cube furiously in an attempt to look busy.

You laughed, leaning back against the headboard. “Whatever you say, Spidey. But for the record, I like you too.”

Peter froze, the Rubik’s cube slipping from his fingers again. He turned to look at you, his expression a mix of shock and something softer. “You— you do?”

You shrugged, acting nonchalant even though your heart was racing. “Yeah. I mean, who else would put up with me?”

A shy smile spread across Peter’s lips. “Well, I guess that makes us even then.”

You bumped his shoulder playfully. “Guess so.”

And just like that, Peter was back to being a blushing, smiling mess. But this time, he didn’t seem to mind.

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