Peter Parker Imagines 🕷

You're Satan

Your head rested on Peters chest, rising up and down with his breathing. He was laid on his back with you on top of him, and one hand gliding back and forth over your back. A purple blanket was sheltering your lower half, keeping your legs warm as you both stared at the t.v screen. You and Peter were spending the first day of the weekend relaxing and watching movies. Peter wanted to watch Star Wars, but you wanted to watch Harry Potter. So you compromised and now you're watching Harry Potter. Peter honestly didn't care what the two of you watched, he just wanted to spend time with you.
As time passed, Peter just couldn't concentrate on the movie. His eyes trailed around the room, and his mind hunted for anything that may entertain him.
You were paying no mind to Peter, until you felt a slight tugging at your hair. You didn't move or react, you waited to see if the tugging would continue. Surely enough, it did, "Ow," you muttered.
Peter released your strand of hair and returned to rubbing your back. Moments later, his hand lifted off from your back. A cool sensation crept onto space that his hand was no longer running over.
Peter stuck a cool wet finger into your ear. You screeched and sat up from your position on his chest, "Ew Peter!" you exclaimed, covering your ear that had just been violated. Chuckles erupted from Peters chest as he watched your fit. You grabbed the nearest couch pillow and chucked it at his face as an act of revenge. He let out an 'ow' and brought his hands up to defend himself in a delayed reaction.
You huffed and removed yourself from the couch that you were sharing and plopped down on the love seat placed adjacent to it. "Awwe, babe come back," Peter whined, "No," you replied, not bothering to look at him.
"Oh come on, it was just a wet willy, it was only a joke,"
"I don't care,"
"Babe, I-"
"I don't want to hear your excuses. You can't just give me a wet willy."
Peter sighed in defeat, and kept his gaze on you. He knew you weren't actually mad at him, but nevertheless it still bothered him in the slightest way. He got up and laid practically on top of you on the small couch. You continued to ignore him and looked at anything but him. He then began to place short delicate kisses all over the side of your face. Peter pouted upon noticing that you had no reaction to his actions. So he stuck one of his fingers in his mouth, and then your ear.
You gasped and swatted at his chest,"You're Satan!" you shouted, then shoving him to the ground. You heard a few thuds then a few chuckles, followed by an 'ouch'.
Peter sat up and turned to face you, "I think you're the Satan here," he said smiling down at you.