Peter Parker x reader | Warmed up

Christmas

It had been 10 days since your little vodka experience.

Tony was mad, but was understanding as you didn't actually know what it was.

You had ordered Peters present the day after. You got him a green lightsaber - Luke was his favourite character - and you got him some chocolate.

It was now Christmas Eve.

There was a huge Christmas tree in the living area, decorated with fancy baubles.

Fairy lights were hung all over the place. It was magical.

Everyone had wrapped the presents and put them under the tree.

You were really excited.

Nat knocked on your door.

"Hey (Y/n) can I come in?"

"Yeah sure."

She walked in holding a red low cut top in her hand and a bag with something else in it.

She sat across from you on your bed.

She smiled. "Don't tell anyone else this, but I got you an early Christmas present."

She held up the red low cut crop top.

"You can wear this tomorrow with your black flares. And here," she reached into the bag and pulled out some mascara, "this will bring out your eyes."

You practically beamed at her. She was like your big sister, she was always there for her.

You hugged her.

"Thank you Nat, I love it."

She smiled again. "Come out to the kitchen were making cookies."

You followed her out.

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Peters POV -

I was attempting chocolate muffins, and failing miserably.

I was covered head to toe in flour, and I'm pretty sure I had batter on my face. It was not going well.

(Y/n) walked up to me.

"Watchya making ?" She asked, looking into the bowl. 

"I'm trying to make chocolate muffins."

She smiled. "Oh yeah? And how's that going?"

I laughed. "Not great."

"Here I'll help you."

She scooted infront of me to reach the drawer.

Her ass was directly rubbing against my crotch as she looked for a spoon.

My face went red, and I tried to just ignore the fact she was practically grinding against me.

"Found it. Why's your face so red?"

"It's just uh hot in here."

She started mixing the ingredients in the bowl and adding more in.

"Are you sure you're doing this right (Y/n)?"

"Yeah it's just kind of stiff to mix."

"Here give it to me."

I took the bowl and started quickly mixing it. I could feel her eyes wandering my muscles and my arms, but she quickly looked away once she realised I had noticed.

"There you go."

She smiled, "Thank you," and we put them in the oven.

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