𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤

Warm, Cheesy, and Mine

Parings → Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings → Alcohol consumption, drunk behavior, fluff, boyfriend!Peter, caretaking, mild teasing

Summary → After a girls' night out, a very drunk and clingy you compare Peter Parker to pizza while he takes care of you.

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The door to your shared apartment swung open with a loud thud as you stumbled inside, giggling uncontrollably. Peter, who had been perched on the couch with his laptop, immediately jumped to his feet. His Spidey senses didn’t need to tell him what was already obvious—you were drunk.

“Whoa there,” Peter said, rushing over to steady you before you could topple over. You clung to his arms, your balance wobbling like a newborn fawn learning to walk.

“Peterrr!” you slurred, a wide, goofy grin plastered across your face. “You’re here!”

“Of course, I’m here,” Peter chuckled, wrapping an arm around your waist to guide you further into the apartment. “Where else would I be at one in the morning?”

“You could’ve been out saving the world,” you said, your tone suddenly serious as if this was a groundbreaking realization. “But instead… you’re here. With me.”

Peter smiled softly, brushing a strand of hair out of your face. “You’re more important than the world, you know that, right?”

Your eyes widened dramatically. “I knew it! I knew I was special.” You patted his cheek affectionately, though your hand lingered a little too long, squishing his face. “You’re so sweet, Petey. Like… a cinnamon roll. No! Better. You’re… you’re like…”

“Like what?” Peter asked, humor glinting in his brown eyes as he helped you shuffle toward the bedroom.

“Pizzzaaa!” you declared, dragging out the word like it held the meaning of life.

Peter blinked. “Pizza?”

“Yes, pizza!” You tugged on his arm, nearly causing him to stumble. “You’re like… a really, really good pizza.”

Peter tilted his head, a mix of confusion and amusement playing on his features. “A pizza? Care to elaborate on that comparison?”

“Absolutely,” you said with utmost seriousness. “You’re like pizza because you’re warm, and cheesy, and you make me happy!”

Peter bit his lip, trying and failing to suppress his laughter. “I’m… cheesy?”

“Very cheesy,” you said, nodding solemnly before hiccupping. “But in a good way. Like… romantic cheesy. Cute cheesy. Not gross cheesy.”

By now, Peter was laughing openly, his shoulders shaking as he guided you to sit on the bed. “Okay, okay. I’ll take it as a compliment.”

“It is a compliment!” you insisted, jabbing a finger at him. “Don’t you dare say it’s not.”

“Never crossed my mind,” Peter said, his voice laced with affection.

He crouched in front of you, reaching for your shoes. “Alright, let’s get you out of these and into something comfortable, yeah?”

You gasped dramatically, clutching your chest. “Peter Benjamin Parker, are you trying to undress me?”

Peter flushed, though he knew you were teasing—well, mostly. “I’m trying to help you, because you’re drunk and definitely incapable of doing it yourself right now.”

“Ohhh.” You leaned forward, your face inches from his. “You’re so smart, Peter. That’s why you’re my pizza. Warm, cheesy, and smart.”

Peter rolled his eyes playfully. “Thanks, I think?” He carefully removed your shoes and set them aside before grabbing one of his oversized T-shirts from the dresser. “Alright, arms up.”

You obediently raised your arms, but not without some difficulty, swaying as you did. Peter steadied you with one hand while pulling your blouse off with the other. “There we go. Easy.”

“Wow,” you mumbled, blinking up at him. “You’re like… so good at this. Have you done this to someone else before?”

Peter froze for a second, his face turning crimson. “You’re my girlfriend. Who else would I—never mind.”

You giggled, clearly finding his embarrassment hilarious. “You’re cute when you blush, you know that?”

Peter shook his head, a fond smile on his lips as he slipped his T-shirt over your head. It was so big on you that it reached halfway down your thighs, and Peter couldn’t help but think you looked adorable.

He adjusted the hem of the T-shirt on you. “Alright,” he said softly, steadying you. “Now—hold onto me.”

You did, holding onto his shoulders without thinking, your forehead briefly pressing into his head as he worked your jeans down your hips. He went slow, careful, murmuring, “I’ve got you,” when you wobbled, one hand firm at your waist so you wouldn’t tip over.

Once the jeans were off, he reached for the pair of shorts from the bed. “Okay, just these and then—”

“Noo,” you whined immediately, tightening your hold on him. “Too much work. I’m already perfect.”

Peter paused, looked at you, then at the shorts… and sighed in defeat. “You are unbelievable,” he muttered, dropping them back into the drawer. “Fine. Panties and T-shirt it is.”

You smiled smugly, clearly pleased with yourself.

“Alright, now for your makeup,” he said, grabbing some makeup wipes from your nightstand.

“Noooo,” you whined again, swatting at his hand. “I wanna sleep.”

“And you will, but first, let me take this off so your skin doesn’t hate you tomorrow.”

You pouted but eventually relented, sitting still as Peter gently wiped the makeup off your face. His touch was soft and careful, and you couldn’t help but stare at him with a dreamy expression.

“You’re so pretty,” you murmured.

Peter’s hand paused for a moment before resuming its task. “I think that’s supposed to be my line.”

“Nope,” you said, popping the ‘p.’ “It’s mine. You’re the prettiest pizza in the world.”

Peter snorted again, shaking his head. “Alright, you’re all set. Time for bed.”

He guided you under the covers, tucking you in like a burrito. Just as he was about to turn off the bedside lamp, you grabbed his wrist.

“Peter,” you whispered, your voice soft and drowsy.

“Yeah?”

“I love you more than pizza,” you said, your eyes already half-closed.

Peter’s heart swelled, a grin spreading across his face. He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “I love you too, even if you compare me to pizza.”

You hummed contentedly, already drifting off to sleep. Peter chuckled, watching you for a moment before turning off the light. “Goodnight, my cheesy little pizza lover.”

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