pairing: peter parker x reader
word count: 1.9k
warnings: fluff? very confused peter + small makeout session
summary: ‘ peter’s falling in love with you and all he wants to do is kiss you breathless & watch as your eyes light up when he tells you that you’re his universe. ‘
a/n: hello! this is my first time writing for tumblr (i used to write on wattpad) and this is my first imagine or whatever you’d like to call it. i hope you guys enjoy and i look forward to writing more!
Euphoric. The feeling of being naturally high. The feeling of stumbling into a blanket of autumn leaves. The smell of coffee after a good night’s sleep. The iridescent pink glow on rooftops at dawn. Opening the curtains to blue skies. Turning the key in the lock, when all you want is to be at home.
This was how Peter felt whenever he gazed at you. He felt euphoric.
Every time he looked at you it was as if nothing else in the world mattered. The way you would brush your hair behind your ear, just for it to fall back in front of your face. The scrunch of your nose and the furrow of your brows you made when you came across a math problem you didn’t understand. Or the blush that spread onto your cheeks whenever Peter said something that you particularly liked. All that mattered to him was you.
And that terrified him.
Peter had never felt this way towards someone, it was completely new to him. It’s not like he was ever feeling this way before, in all honestly it happened out of nowhere.
One day you would smile at him and he would just feel a couple butterfly’s in his stomach. But then the next day when you would send him that same signature smile his heart would start beating so quickly that he was almost on the urge of having an anxiety attack in the middle of the school halls.
This left Peter feeling downright confused. The two of you had already been together for awhile now and he had always assumed that over time the butterfly’s would go away — not get worse.
And Peter was met with these heart clenching feelings once again when his feet met with the frame of your open bedroom door. You were sitting on your bed with that same scrunch in your nose and that all too familiar furrow of your brows while staring intensely at your textbook.
Peter felt a natural high flood through his veins when he peered at you and he let out a small sigh of admiration. You lifted your head up in response to the slight noise and turned your head to see Peter at the entrance of your bedroom.
You gave him an endearing smile and Peter could feel that his breath got caught in his throat at the innocent act. He could detect that your lips were moving, but he couldn’t make out what you were saying. It was as if he was deaf to all the noise surrounding him.
Peter couldn’t actually point out what you did differently that day, but it seemed almost like you had an angelic glow surrounding you. He could sense the small grin that crept onto his face when he was staring, however that grin disappeared when he heard you angrily yelling his name.
“Peter!” You shouted with an incredulous look smeared across your face. “Are you okay?”
After you had asked your question Peter’s body jumped up slightly and his eyes widened like they would on his suit.
“What? Oh, yeah. I’m fine.” He rambled while playing with the strap on his fourth backpack of the week. It was only Wednesday. “Uh, let’s start studying.”
Peter threw out an awkward chuckle while motioning towards his physics textbook. He shrugged his backpack off of his shoulder and onto the floor of your room as he sat next to you on your bed.
“Alright, I was thinking we could start off with thermodynamics,” he voiced while opening the textbook to the page that had a blue tab sticking out on the side. “Or we could skip over to electromagnetic waves and interference.”
You gawked at Peter as if he had two heads and when he looked up to see that expression on your face he got confused. Then you proceeded to let out a small laugh which only further puzzled the boy.
“Actually…” You trailed off. “I called you over because I wanted to do something else.”
If there was an award for the most confused person in the world Peter would win that award right now. He could have sworn that on the phone you specifically asked him to come over and help you study for that big physics midterm you had.
“B-but you asked me to come over to study.”
“Peter, I have an A in physics.” You chuckle out after rolling your eyes at your naive boyfriend.
The confusion on Peter’s face only grew more at the confession, but it was immediately replaced with shock when you leaned into him and placed your soft lips onto his slightly chapped ones.
The kiss didn’t last long considering Peter pulled away the second your lips touched his, due to the fact that his heart beat was doubling in speed from the act.
“That was barely even a kiss!” You accused after letting out a huffed scoff. “Do it again — please?”
Peter processed your question while staring at the adoring expression plastered onto your features. He wanted to scream no, cower under the covers, and hide this devouring feeling in his stomach and chest. But he couldn’t. Not when you were looking at him like nothing else mattered with that slight twinkle in your eyes.
So Peter did what he was best at doing, besides being a masked hero, and that was shoving down his undying feelings for you. He began to gravitate towards you slowly, but you were having none of that.
You quickly closed the gap between the two of you, holding the back of Peter’s neck and kissing him deeply. Peter could never get used to you kissing him, he would always take in a small breath and widen his eyes slightly before shutting them and relaxing into your touch. He always acted like you two were kissing for the first time all over again.
The kiss became more intense just as you slid into a sitting position on Peter’s lap without removing your lips from his. This definitely caught him off guard, causing him to gasp which broke the kiss. You paid no mind to this though and connected your lips once again.
Peter was panting under you, this had all started with just an abrupt peck on the lips but soon enough your hands were on the nape of his neck and in his hair and Peter’s own were around your waist, gripping tightly.
You could feel his tongue swiping against your bottom lip and you just wanted him everywhere, but suddenly Peter pulled away from your lips which left you chasing after his. He couldn’t keep ignoring the constant beat of his heart or the sweat of his palms. He had to tell you about this ambiance that was present.
“What’s wrong?” You questioned him breathless, now being the teen in the room sporting a manner of confusion.
Peter took this time to observe you exceedingly closely. The small rise and fall of your chest you made while huffing out breaths of air. Your pupils were blown out wide and lips swollen from all those kisses you have been sharing. And all he did was smile while you waited for an answer.
“Nothing’s wrong,” he pleasingly choked out. “Everything’s okay.”
You didn’t understand a thing that this boy did.
The bewilderment on your face only grew further as you continued to interrogate him. “Then why’d you pull away?”
He just continued to smile at you with a loving glint in his dark brown eyes. This was finally Peter’s chance to admit to you how he has been feeling lately and he was without a doubt not going to pass this opportunity up.
“You know you’re my universe right?”
Your eyes slightly widened in surprise at the confession and you promptly ducked your head down to avoid his stare. But there was no way that Peter missed the light that erupted in your eyes and the spread of vermillion that blushed onto your cheeks.
“Shut up, ugly.” You grumbled out playfully, the comment coming out muffled due to the fact that your head was under Peter’s chin and smothered into his chest.
Peter coughed out a chuckle at the nickname you bestowed upon him and you could perceive the vibrations that bounced off his chest from the action. You felt Peter’s hands engulf the sides of your cheeks as he lifted your head up so the two of you were face to face.
One of his hands were removed from your cheek while he placed his thumb on your bottom lip with the hand that was still resting on your face. You both gazed into each other’s eyes as your hand snaked around Peter’s wrist.
“I think I’m falling in love with you.”
It took Peter every minuscule ounce of confidence that he had in him to disclose this to you without stuttering or screwing it up. And it certainly paid off once he saw your reaction.
Your eyes widened to the size of saucers and your mouth fell agape which made Peter move his thumb away from your mouth. Then out of nowhere you raised your body up, your knees holding your weight off of Peter’s lap and positioned both of your hands onto his shoulders.
“You’re not messing with me, right?” You asked with a sheer amount of hesitancy in your tone of voice. “This isn’t like the time you and Ned kept pulling those pranks on me?”
Peter laughed when thinking back to the time where Ned and him played pranks on you for an entire month. The antics ranged from handing you donuts filled with mayonnaise to informing you that they lost some pieces to the Lego Death Star, making you believe that you guys would never finish it.
They may have gone a little too far with that one.
“No, I’m not messing with you.” Peter finally replied. “I love you.”
Once you heard those three words break free from his mouth you were smiling from ear to ear. You hauled your hand from Peter’s shoulder and moved it to the nape of his neck, leaning in to brush your lips against his. The kissed wasn’t rushed or aching — there was a passion behind it that both of you could sense.
You were the one that pulled away from the kiss which left the both of you breathless. Fluttering your eyes open you were met with the sight of Peter’s closed eyes and pursed lips. A grin etched itself onto the bottom of your face at the image ahead of you. The boy’s eyes finally awakened while he slowly rested his forehead against yours, his lips turning up when doing so.
“I love you too.” You whispered to the scruffy boy. “Penis Parker.”
Peter’s beam faltered at the sound of you uttering such a dreadful nickname, your giggles following right after. Staring you dead center in the eyes, Peter attempted to muster up the highest quality deadpanned face that he could.
“And you had to ruin the moment.” Peter teased.
You dissolved into laughter at the combination of the comment and the appearance on his face. While chuckling you fell back onto your bed, bouncing slightly from the action. You could recognize that Peter’s gaze was on you, but he just continued to observe you through hooded eyes.
And in that moment he felt euphoric.