𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤

Melted Chocolate

Parings → Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Warnings → fluff, teasing, playful romance, chocolate kisses, newly dating.

Summary →A lazy Sunday turns sweet when chocolate-smudged teasing between you and Peter spirals into playful flirting and an unexpected kiss.

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It was a lazy Sunday afternoon at the Avengers compound. You and Peter were spending the day in your room, indulging in your favorite pastime: doing absolutely nothing but enjoying each other's company. The sun filtered softly through the curtains, casting a warm glow on the carpet where Peter sat, leaning against your bed. You lay sprawled on your stomach on the bed, elbows propped up as you nibbled on a German chocolate bar your dad, Tony Stark, had brought back from a recent trip.

“These are so good,” you mumbled through a mouthful of chocolate, glancing at Peter. “I swear, dad’s trips always result in the best snacks.”

Peter chuckled, biting into his own slightly melted chocolate bar. “Right? I think he feels guilty about being gone so much, so he bribes you with stuff.”

You rolled your eyes playfully. “Probably. Not complaining, though.” You took another bite and groaned in delight. “This is heaven.”

Peter grinned, watching your reaction. “You really love chocolate, huh?”

You looked at him with mock seriousness. “Peter Parker, chocolate is not just food. It’s an emotion. A way of life.”

He laughed, shaking his head. “You’re such a dork.”

“And you love it,” you shot back with a smirk.

Peter didn’t deny it. Instead, he focused back on his chocolate, but you noticed a smudge of melted chocolate near the corner of his mouth. It was a small thing, but your mischievous side couldn’t resist.

Without saying a word, you leaned closer and licked the chocolate off his cheek, your tongue brushing against his skin. Peter froze, his eyes going wide as saucers. When you pulled back, you gave him your best cheeky grin.

“W-what was that?!” He stammered, his voice pitching slightly higher than usual.

“You had chocolate on your face,” you said nonchalantly, as if your actions were the most normal thing in the world. “I was just helping.”

Peter blinked at you, still processing what had just happened. “You… you licked me.”

“You’re welcome,” you said with a wink, popping the last piece of your chocolate bar into your mouth.

Peter shook his head, a nervous laugh escaping his lips. “You’re unbelievable.”

“You love me,” you repeated, grinning wider.

Peter’s cheeks were tinged pink, but his lips curled into a sly smile. “You know,” he started, a teasing glint in his eyes, “I think I might have more chocolate on my face.”

You raised an eyebrow, skeptical. “Oh, really?”

“Yeah, right here.” He pointed vaguely to his lips before, ever so subtly, smearing the melted chocolate across them with his thumb. The motion was so deliberate that you immediately caught on to his plan.

“Peter,” you said, narrowing your eyes. “Did you just—?”

He leaned closer, grinning goofily. “I mean, if you’re such a chocolate-cleaning expert, maybe you could help me out again?”

You stared at him, your cheeks heating up. “You’re ridiculous.”

“And yet, you’re considering it,” he teased, his voice dropping slightly, making your heart flutter.

You huffed, trying to maintain your composure. “Fine. But only because I can’t let good chocolate go to waste.”

Peter’s grin widened, but he didn’t expect what happened next. Instead of hesitating, you leaned in confidently, your lips brushing the corners of his mouth first. The melted chocolate was sweet, but the softness of his lips was sweeter. You paused for a split second before pressing a kiss to his lips, letting it linger just long enough for him to realize what was happening.

When you pulled back, Peter was utterly stunned. His chocolate bar was forgotten, melting in his hand as he stared at you like you’d just told him the most shocking news in the world.

“Wow,” he finally whispered, his voice barely audible.

You smirked, feeling a surge of boldness. “I think I got all the chocolate.”

Peter blinked, his brain clearly struggling to catch up. “That… that wasn’t fair.”

“What wasn’t fair?” You asked innocently, sitting up straighter. “You literally asked for it.”

“I didn’t think you’d actually do it!” He blurted, his face now fully red.

You laughed, leaning back on your elbows. “Oh, Peter. You should know better than to underestimate a Stark by now.”

He shook his head, still looking dazed. “I think you broke me.”

“Good,” you said with a wink. “Now, are you going to finish your chocolate, or are you just going to sit there looking dumbstruck?”

Peter finally looked down at the melting mess in his hand and groaned. “Great. Now it’s all over my fingers.”

“Well, I’m not licking that off,” you quipped.

He gave you a pointed look. “Gee, thanks.”

“Anytime.”

Peter got up and walked over to your desk, grabbing a tissue to clean his hands. “You know,” he said over his shoulder, “you’re lucky I like you. Otherwise, I’d be plotting my revenge right now.”

You snorted. “Oh, please. You couldn’t plot revenge even if your life depended on it.”

“That’s what you think,” he said, turning back to you with a mischievous grin. “But just you wait. I’ll get you back for this.”

“Looking forward to it, Spidey,” you said, leaning back on your bed with a satisfied smile.

Peter shook his head, laughing softly as he sat back down. Despite his teasing threats, you knew he loved every second of your antics—and you loved every second of his reactions.

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