Peter Parker Imagines

So Far Away | Peter x ArrangedMarriage!OC (Part One)

Word Count: 1400
Warnings: Asshole parents. Arranged marriage. FLUFF. MASSIVE AMOUNTS OF FLUFF.

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              "Kiss me like the world is gonna disappear,"

"I'm a better person when I have you here."

Peter was busy in the kitchen, hopefully making me a hot chocolate since I had just asked him ever so nicely if he could make me one. "Did you want marshmallows?" Peter's voice sounded from the kitchen, making me smile. He was making me a hot chocolate. "Yes please!" Bored from sitting alone on the couch, I got up, dropping my phone onto the cushions before walking over to the kitchen.

Peter had his back to me, stirring my hot chocolate. I knew it was mine because it was in the mug that Peter had designated as mine for whenever I came over. It was a cute black and white polka dot mug with Princess written on it in gold. I crossed the kitchen, wrapping my arms around Peter's waist and leaning into his back. "It's so cold..." Peter hummed in response, adding milk to my drink. Just to annoy him, I slid my cold hands under his shirt, placing them against his warm abs.

He whined, and I felt his stomach tense up. "Really? You're always talking about how warm your boobs are. Just stick your hands in your bra." I shook my head, pressing myself against his back. "You're much warmer." Peter just let out a breathy laugh, finishing up with my drink by placing two marshmallows into the mug. "Come on princess, your hot chocolate is done." I was too warm to move, and Peter knew it. "You really want to stay here?" He pushed me away long enough to turn around, allowing me to cuddle into his chest.

"You're such a baby." I looked up at him, poking my tongue out at him. "Shut up. The last time you grabbed my ass you said it was because you were cold." As I slipped my hands under the back of his shirt, I felt him grab my ass again. "Hey!" He chuckled, pushing me against him with a hand on the small of my back. "What? I'm cold." Rolling my eyes, I ran my hands up his back, enjoying the feeling of his muscles beneath my fingertips. "You're such a jerk." His lips left warm spots on my shoulders, even through the fabric of one of his own shirts.

"Yeah, but I'm your jerk." I couldn't deny that. I was in love with Peter Parker, and even at sixteen years old, I knew he was the one. My parents just didn't understand that. As Peter wrapped his free arm around my waist, I let myself fully melt into his embrace. I never wanted to leave. His Aunt May, who loved me and approved of my relationship with Peter, supported me. Ever since my parents had dropped the bomb that I was in an arranged marriage with a man from Manhattan, Peter had been nothing short of supportive. Did I mention that my supposed groom was thirty-four years old?

I'd been dating Peter for six months. He'd asked me out earlier this year, stammering out the question with his best friend Ned watching on. Now Peter was comfortable around me, happy to simply be near me without the need for words. It was beautiful, getting to experience such bliss at such a young age. Adults always told me that true love didn't exist, or that I was too young to understand it. I'd proved them wrong by persevering with Peter. Our first few dates were awkward, and I nearly gave up after the second week of weird hand holding while walking to class. He had ended up surprising me with a bouquet of roses at my house, apologising for being so awkward.

I knew I wanted to be with Peter. He was the one I loved, and no arranged marriage could change that. "You okay princess? You got a little emotional there." I then realised that I was gripping his back, face buried in his chest. "Yeah, I was just..." I trailed off, unable to come up with an excuse. Peter seemed to know what I'd been thinking about, lifting my chin with his free hand. He made me look at him, into his gentle brown eyes. "I know you're worried about the wedding. You're my girl, and I'll never let anyone take you away from me." My eyes fluttered to a close when he leaned down, placing the gentlest of kisses on the tip of my nose.

"Peter..." A soft drumming had begun outside, and it sounded as if it had started to rain. He kissed my forehead now, his free hand cradling the back of my head. "Yes?" This moment was so slow and gentle, I wanted it to last forever. Even if it meant my hot chocolate went cold. "I love you." His warm breath fanned across my shoulder as he let out another breathy laugh. "I love you too." Tilting my head up, I kissed his chin, going on my tippy toes so I could kiss his lips. It was slow, deliberately slow so I could taste him. He always tasted like mint for some reason.

"Peter?" Pulling away from me, he tilted his head in question. "Kiss me like the world is going to disappear." A smile came to his lips, and he tightened his arm around my waist. "As you wish." He happily pressed his lips to mine, holding me against him tightly. My hand that wasn't under Peter's shirt went to his hair, brushing it back gently. He was so gentle with me, an arm around my waist and a hand cupping my cheek. After a few seconds, he pulled away, letting me take a breather. He looked me in the eye as if checking for any signs of regret.

"Do you trust me?" Why wouldn't I? "Of course I do." And just like that, a switch had been flipped. He kissed me again, harder this time. I was enjoying it of course, but it was so different. Peter had always been so careful and sweet whenever we kissed. He took my breath away, leaning me back while pressing on the small of my back to make sure I was flush against him. I was almost disappointed when it ended, Peter pulling us both back upright. "Did the world disappear?" I smiled, shaking my head. "No, but mine got a little dizzy. You've come a long way since you first kissed me and bit my tongue."

Peter ducked his head, a soft groan escaping his lips. "Please don't bring that up. I still feel bad about that." I removed my hand from under his shirt, reaching over for my hot chocolate. "Oh please, it wasn't that bad. Besides, you're making up for it with these mind-blowing kisses." He let me go as I stepped back, sipping my hot chocolate. "Whatever you say, princess." He followed me out to the lounge, sitting down on the couch beside me. "So what kind of wedding are you having?" I shot him a look, placing my drink down on the coffee table.

"Sorry. What kind of wedding do you want?" Now that I was thinking about it, I hadn't been asked that. My entire arranged wedding had been planned by my groom. I got comfortable on Peter's lap, resting my head on his shoulder. "I like the idea of a garden type wedding. Lots of fairy lights and lanterns strung up in trees, and to get married under an arch of flowers." Peter hummed softly, a hand on my thigh, his other hand on my hip. I liked to think that Peter enjoyed being alone with me since he always had his hand somewhere he wouldn't normally have it while we were outside.

"Sounds beautiful." The rain had started to fall harder, drumming softly on the roof of Peter's apartment building. May was still at work since it was a Saturday afternoon. There was a moment of silence, the both of us content with sitting in silence, simply being with one another. It may well be one of our last with my upcoming wedding. The thought made me sad, but I pushed it to the back of my mind. I just wanted to enjoy being with Peter.

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