𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤

Territorial Instincts

Parings → Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings → Possessiveness, mild jealousy, teasing, embarrassment, light PDA.

Summary → Marking what's yours so other girls can't look.

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Peter was standing awkwardly by the snack table at a house party Flash had invited half the school to. It wasn’t exactly Peter’s scene, but you’d dragged him along, insisting it would be “fun.” Now, he was holding a plastic cup of soda and munching on a pretzel, oblivious to the stares coming his way.

You, on the other hand, were well aware. Some girl from your biology class had been stealing glances at Peter for the last fifteen minutes. She was twirling her hair, giggling with her friends, and making it painfully obvious she had her eyes on your boyfriend.

You couldn’t blame her—Peter looked unfairly good tonight. His brown curls were messy in the best way, and the soft hoodie he wore hugged his lean but muscular frame just right. But that didn’t mean you were going to sit by and let her flirt with him or something.

Peter, being Peter, hadn’t noticed a thing. He was too busy rambling to Ned about some new gadget he wanted to build, completely oblivious to the world around him.

You narrowed your eyes and decided to act. Strolling over to Peter, you stood on your tiptoes and leaned close, wrapping your arms casually around his waist. He looked down at you, smiling sweetly.

“Hey,” he said softly, his brown eyes lighting up when they met yours.

“Hey,” you replied, pretending to be all casual. Then, before he could say another word, you leaned up and licked a quick stripe up the side of his neck.

Peter froze.

His soda cup nearly slipped out of his hand, and his face went an immediate shade of crimson. “W-What—what was that?!” He stuttered, his voice cracking slightly.

You grinned innocently, stepping back to admire your work. “Just marking what’s mine,” you said, loud enough for the girl to hear.

Peter blinked at you, utterly flustered. “Y-You—you l-licked me!” He exclaimed, touching his neck as if he couldn’t believe it.

You shrugged. “You’re my boyfriend. What’s the big deal?”

“The big deal is—you—you can’t just—” Peter’s words tumbled over each other, his ears now as red as his face. He looked around, mortified that anyone might’ve seen.

Ned was trying (and failing) to hold back his laughter, “Dude, I think you broke him.”

Peter turned to you, his wide eyes still swimming with embarrassment. “Y/N! People are staring!” He hissed, his voice a mix of panic and a high-pitched squeak.

You raised an eyebrow and smirked, leaning in closer to him. “Good,” you whispered. “Let them know you’re taken.”

Peter’s jaw dropped, and he spluttered helplessly. “I—I—you can’t just—” He groaned, burying his face in his hands as his brain completely short-circuited.

From the corner of your eye, you saw the girl who had been eyeing Peter earlier turn away, her face a mix of shock and mild horror. You couldn’t help the satisfied grin that tugged at your lips. Mission accomplished.

Ned, meanwhile, was doubled over with laughter now. “Oh my God, Y/N, you’re savage! Peter looks like he’s about to combust.”

“Not helping, Ned!” Peter shot back, his voice muffled as he kept his hands over his face.

You reached out and gently tugged his hands away, forcing him to look at you. His face was still burning red, his brown eyes wide and adorably flustered.

“Relax, Parker,” you teased, poking his chest lightly. “You’re cute when you’re all shy, you know that?”

Peter groaned again, his blush deepening. “You’re impossible,” he muttered, but the small, shy smile tugging at his lips betrayed his words.

You leaned in, resting your chin on his chest and grinning up at him. “And you’re mine,” you said, just loud enough for him to hear.

Peter’s heart felt like it was doing backflips in his chest. He wanted to be mad at you for embarrassing him in public, but you were so unapologetically confident and affectionate that it made him melt.

“Fine,” he muttered, trying to sound annoyed but failing miserably. “But, uh… no more licking. At least not in public.”

You chuckled, your eyes twinkling with mischief. “No promises.”

Peter groaned again, but the tiny, lovesick smile on his face said it all.

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