𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤

Why Do You Love Me So Much?

Parings → Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings → sexual innuendo, suggestive language, mild sexual content, humor, fluff, embarrassment, teasing, pajamas, couple dynamics, playful groping

Summary →Y/n teases Peter in bed with a bold joke, leading to funny, flustered reactions and sweet, affectionate banter.

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The night was peaceful, the soft hum of the city outside muffled by the walls of Peter’s tiny apartment. You were lying on the bed, tucked under a blanket, your legs tangled with his. The glow of his laptop illuminated his face as he scrolled through some article, his brows furrowed in deep concentration. You admired him for a moment—how his messy curls fell over his forehead, how his nose scrunched up when he was focusing, how he licked his lips to wet them.

“Peter,” you whispered, your voice cutting through the quiet.

“Hmm?” He replied absentmindedly, not looking up.

You smirked and poked his side, causing him to jolt. “Peter!”

“What? I’m listening! I’m just—” he gestured at the screen, “—reading about…uh, molecular something. You know, science-y stuff.”

You rolled your eyes. “Molecular something? Nerd.”

He grinned sheepishly, closing the laptop and placing it on the nightstand. “Alright, what’s up? You’ve got my undivided attention now.”

You shifted closer, resting your chin on his chest. “Why do you love me so much?”

Peter blinked, clearly caught off guard. “What?”

“You heard me,” you said, raising an eyebrow. “Why do you love me so much?”

A shy smile tugged at his lips. “I mean…where do I even start?”

“Try starting anywhere before I fall asleep.”

He chuckled, his hand coming up to brush a strand of hair away from your face. “Okay, well, you’re sweet. And kind. And so freaking smart. Like, you know how you always solve those puzzles way faster than I can? That’s so hot. Oh, and you’re beautiful. Like, unfairly beautiful. It’s distracting. Also, you get me.”

“Aww, Peter,” you cooed, feeling your cheeks heat up.

He grinned wider, clearly proud of himself. “What about you? Why do you love me so much?”

You gave him a cheeky smile. “Oh, that’s easy.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” You sat up slightly, leaning on your elbow, and with a completely straight face, you said, “You have a big dick. Duh.”

Peter froze. His mouth opened slightly, as if to respond, but no words came out.

“You just—what?!” He finally spluttered, his voice cracking slightly.

You burst into laughter, clutching your stomach as he stared at you, his face rapidly turning a deep shade of red.

“Why would you say that?!” He whined, covering his face with both hands.

“Because I wanted to see your reaction!” You admitted through giggles, tears forming in the corners of your eyes.

Peter peeked at you from between his fingers, his expression torn between embarrassment and disbelief. “You can’t just—why are you like this?!”

“Oh, come on! You’re Spider-Man! You’ve faced aliens, monsters, and mad scientists. But this—this is what takes you out?”

“I wasn’t prepared for that,” he mumbled, sinking further into the pillows as if they could swallow him whole.

You grinned mischievously and reached out, grabbing him through his pajama pants. His entire body stiffened. “Case in point,” you said with a wink.

“Stop!” Peter squeaked, swatting your hand away and sitting up so fast he nearly toppled off the bed.

“You’re so cute when you’re flustered,” you teased, leaning forward to kiss his cheek.

He groaned, burying his face in his hands again. “You’re literally the worst.”

“And yet you love me,” you sang, poking his side.

He let out a dramatic sigh but couldn’t hide the smile tugging at his lips. “Yeah, yeah, I do. Even if you’re a little menace.”

“Admit it, you love my sense of humor.”

“Sure, let’s call it that,” he said, rolling his eyes.

You leaned your head against his shoulder, your laughter finally dying down. “You’re the best, you know that?”

“Even if I have to put up with your…‘humor’?”

“Especially because of that.”

He smiled softly, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you closer. “Well, you’re lucky I love you so much.”

“And don’t forget why,” you teased.

“Don’t push it,” he muttered, but his ears were still bright red.

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