Various x reader oneshots

(Peter Parker) Smother

Published: September 13, 2020
Word count: 650
Prompt: "Why won't you let me smother you?"
Written for tumblr's @angelinathebook's writing challenge!

If someone had told you even a year ago that you'd soon be spending most of your free time in a boy's bedroom, you'd have laughed in their face at the idea. However, you soon realized it was the case, as you spent a lot of time with your best-friend-turned-boyfriend, Peter Parker.

In fact, you spent so much time at his house, May knew you by name after three days and your parents invited Peter over for 'dinner' after four. Your school gossiped about the two of you in the beginning, but you didn't care and neither did Peter. When they noticed how unbothered you both were, they stopped and Flash Thompson's love life became the topic on everybody's lips.

You were currently in his bedroom again, lying with your limbs sprawled out on his bed while he bent himself over his AP chemistry homework. You didn't take AP chemistry, and having finished your own homework half an hour ago, you were now bored and craving his attention.

"Peter..." you whined, dragging out the syllables of his name. "I'm bored. Are you almost done?"

He barely glanced up from the complicated formulas, formulas you couldn't even decipher if you tried.

"Baby, you can go talk to Aunt May if you want. I'm still gonna be busy for a while." Maybe to others that would sound different, but you could hear the smile in his voice and you knew he wanted to spend time with you too.

You wanted to respond, but then you figured he'd be done sooner if you didn't bother him, so you kept yourself busy admiring the birds on his neighbor's roof.

Of course, when they flew off, you fell back into your pit of boredom. Maybe you should go talk to May. You liked his aunt, and it would be more interesting than sitting here with nothing more than your thoughts to entertain you.

God, you loved Peter, but why did you have to pick such a studious boyfriend? Okay, maybe it wasn't a bad thing, as he could help you whenever you didn't understand things, but sometimes you got somewhat clingy moods and you just wanted to spend time with him.

"Peter..." you drawled out, dropping yourself back onto his pillows. "It's only due Monday and I wanna smother you. Why won't you let me smother you?"

"Smother me?" He turned around, his cute, amused grin only amplifying your urge to cuddle him.

"Well, yeah, in love and attention. Oh, and kisses. Don't forget the kisses."

He chuckled at that, running a hand absentmindedly through his dark locks. "Okay. I won't let you smother me because then I won't feel like working, and I have to finish this. Then we can have all weekend for cuddles and 'smothering.'"

"Okay," you sighed. "But please tell me you're almost done. And not your definition of 'almost done,' my definition."

"Yeah, baby, I'll be right there."

True to his word, he slammed his book shut ten minutes later, jumping out of his seat and joining you on the bed.

"Yay!" You made space for him, lifting your head so he could slip his arm underneath. His warmth seeped through his shirt to your back and you snuggled into him.

"God, you're adorable," he mumbled.

"No, you are. And you promised me kisses."

You propped yourself up on his chest so you could look at him. His cheeks were tinted pink, but at least his face didn't turn into a tomato the way it did when you first kissed him. Although, you had to admit, it was really cute.

"I did, didn't I?" He hummed, leaning up on his elbows and pressing his lips to yours. "How was that?"

"Well, it's a great start, but kisses means more than one, Peter."

"As my lady wishes." He grinned, kissing you again, and many more times that evening.