𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤

Tummy Love

Parings → Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings → loving each other's tummy? I don't know if that's a warning.

Summary → Appreciation each others tummies.

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Peter’s head rested on your stomach, his curls tickling your skin through your shirt. His weight wasn’t heavy, but it was enough to make you shift slightly beneath him.

“You’re so comfy,” he mumbled, his voice muffled. He turned his head to look up at you, his brown eyes soft, doe like. “You know that?”

You rolled your eyes, smiling despite yourself. “You mean my tummy is comfy.”

“Exactly,” he said with a smirk, his hand sneaking under your hoodie to give your side a playful squeeze.

“Peter!” You yelped, squirming away as he laughed.

But he didn’t stop. Instead, he buried his face into your stomach, pressing a series of exaggerated kisses there before nipping playfully at your side.

“Peter Benjamin Parker!” You shrieked, your voice laced with laughter.

“What?” He teased, his lips brushing against your skin. “It’s not my fault your tummy is my favorite thing ever. Look at it—it’s perfect.”

He pulled back just enough to give your stomach another dramatic squeeze, making you groan in mock frustration.

“You’re such a baby.”

“And you’re cute,” he shot back, planting one last kiss on your tummy before resting his head there again with a content sigh.

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You didn’t know how it started, but tracing Peter’s abs had become a habit. Maybe it was because he was shirtless so often when you two cuddled. Or maybe it was because his abs were unfairly defined. Either way, your fingers were always drawn to them like magnets.

“Do you really have to do that?” Peter asked, his voice tinged with amusement as you dragged your fingertip along the curve of his stomach.

“Yes,” you said simply, not bothering to look up from your ‘masterpiece.’ You were too busy outlining the ridges of his abs like they were a treasure map.

“Babe,” he said with a laugh, his hand covering yours to stop your movements. “You’re obsessed.”

You smirked, finally glancing up at him. “Maybe I am. Got a problem with that?”

He shook his head, his cheeks dusted with a faint pink. “Not really. I mean, if you’re gonna be obsessed with something, my abs aren’t a bad choice.”

“Don’t get cocky, Parker,” you said, lightly pinching his side.

He yelped, trying to pull away, but you only laughed, leaning up to kiss the corner of his mouth. “You’re mine, abs and all.”

Peter grinned, wrapping his arms around you. “And you’re mine. Tummy rolls and all.”

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