𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤

Love Stained

Parings → Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings → fluff, kisses, playful teasing, lipstick stains.

Summary →You surprise Peter with kisses to test your new lipstick, leaving him covered in maroon marks.

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You had just bought a new maroon lipstick, the perfect balance of bold and warm for the fall season. As you looked at yourself in the mirror, the deep shade felt like magic on your lips, giving you a little boost of confidence. But what good is a new lipstick if you can’t test it on your favorite subject? And by subject, you meant Peter, your adorable, unsuspecting boyfriend.

As you slipped quietly into the apartment, you spotted him in the living room, lounging on the couch, shirtless and comfortably nestled in his worn gray sweatpants. He looked relaxed, eyes glued to the TV, completely unaware of the ambush you were planning.

A mischievous smile spread across your face as you padded over and straddled his lap, startling him just a bit.

“Woah!” Peter’s hands instinctively flew up to your waist, steadying you. “Someone’s eager,” he teased, grinning up at you with those bright brown eyes that seemed to soften whenever you were near.

You leaned in close, lips brushing the shell of his ear. “I got something new to show you.”

Peter’s eyes sparkled with curiosity. “Oh yeah? What’s that?”

Without another word, you pressed your lips to his cheek, lingering just long enough to leave a vivid maroon print. He blinked, taken aback, then let out a quiet laugh as you moved to kiss his other cheek, then his jaw, and down to his neck.

“Babe, are you...are you marking me up?” He asked, his voice a blend of amusement and a soft whine.

You leaned back, grinning at the way his skin looked with each new mark. “It’s called… testing,” you said playfully. “Gotta make sure it’s long-lasting, don’t I?”

Peter chuckled, a flush rising in his cheeks as he wrapped his arms around you. “I don’t know how I feel about being used as a test subject,” he joked, though he wasn’t exactly resisting.

“Oh, c’mon, you love it,” you teased, leaving another kiss right at the corner of his mouth. “I could always take it off if you’re don't like it…”

He let out a soft, whiny sound. “No, don’t! I mean, I’m just saying... I kinda like having you all over me,” he admitted, pulling you in closer. “But Aunt May's coming over in a bit…”

You giggled. “Good thing I got a makeup remover handy,” you whispered, brushing your lips along his jawline, leaving another kiss just under his ear. “Now stop squirming and let me finish my masterpiece.”

“‘Masterpiece?” He muttered, trying to look offended but failing miserably as his eyes crinkled with laughter. “Okay, fine. Use me as your canvas, bug.” He closed his eyes, giving in to your lipstick ambush.

Satisfied with his surrender, you took full advantage, covering his cheeks, his nose, his forehead—even his chest—with kiss after kiss. Each time you pulled back to admire your work, he’d peek one eye open, grinning like a dork.

“You’re turning me into a walking valentine card,” he said, laughing as he ran his hand over the lipstick stains scattered across his chest and shoulders.

“Exactly!” You leaned back to admire your work with a proud grin. “Now everyone will know you’re taken.”

Peter’s cheeks flushed, his eyes softening as he looked at you with that sweet, adoring gaze that always made your heart skip a beat. “As if there was ever any doubt.”

With a gentle tug, he pulled you down until your faces were only inches apart. “So, does this mean I get to test the lipstick on you now?” He asked, his lips brushing yours.

“Oh no,” you teased, feigning shock. “You’ll ruin my perfect lipstick.”

“Please?” He whispered, giving you his best puppy-dog eyes.

You laughed, unable to resist him. “Fine,” you murmured, giving in. “But don’t mess up my hard work.”

Peter grinned before pressing his lips against yours, a warm, lingering kiss that made you forget all about lipstick or smudges. You pulled back after a moment, breathless, and raised a brow at him.

He bit his lip, clearly pleased with himself. “So… is it long-lasting?”

You rolled your eyes playfully. “Guess I’ll have to test it again.”

And with that, you leaned in, peppering him with kisses all over again, each giggle and whine echoing in the room as you filled the evening with warmth, laughter, and plenty of love.

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