Morning Breath And All

                                    

                                          
Parings → Peter Parker x Reader
Warnings → fluff, morning breath?
Summary → Peter whines for a morning kiss, but you're not kissing him until he brushes his teeth.
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You wake up to the faint sound of birds chirping outside and the warm morning light filtering through the curtains. Your eyes flutter open, still heavy with sleep, and you feel the soft sheets wrapped around you like a cocoon. Beside you, Peter shifts, his arm lazily draped over your waist, holding you close. His face is mere inches from yours, his hair messy from sleep, eyes barely open as he gives you the sleepiest smile you've ever seen.
"Good morning, beautiful," he murmurs, his voice raspy from sleep. His eyes roam your face like he’s memorizing every little detail.
You return the smile, blinking slowly as you stretch a little. "Good morning, Pete."
He leans in closer, his lips just a breath away from yours. "I want my good morning kiss," he whispers, his lips curling into a soft grin.
But before he can close the gap, you place your finger firmly against his lips, stopping him mid-kiss. "Morning breath, babes."
Peter frowns, pouting immediately, his bottom lip sticking out like a little kid. "But… I’m your fiancé now!" He whines, his voice still groggy and a little slurred from sleep. "Doesn’t that mean I’m entitled to all kisses, morning breath or not?"
You shake your head, laughing softly at his adorably grumpy expression. "It doesn’t change the facts, Peter. Morning breath is morning breath."
He lets out an exaggerated groan, burying his face in the pillow. "Just one kiss, please? I promise it won’t be that bad," he pleads, his voice muffled in the pillow as he peeks up at you, his eyes wide and innocent.
You raise an eyebrow and shake your head firmly. "Brush your teeth first."
Peter groans even louder this time, throwing his head back dramatically like it’s the most inconvenient request ever. "Ugh, you’re so mean. I'm being denied love in the morning. I should have known what I was signing up for," he whines, squinting at you with that goofy, teasing smile.
"Brush. First. Go," you repeat, trying not to laugh as he grumpily sits up.
"Fine, fine," Peter grumbles, dragging himself out of bed like a kid forced to do chores. "But I’m doing this under protest!" He huffs as he trudges to the bathroom, throwing one last pouty glance over his shoulder before disappearing.
You hear the sound of the sink running and the faint noise of him brushing his teeth. You snuggle back into the covers, trying not to giggle as you picture him scowling in the mirror, probably making funny faces to himself.
A few minutes later, Peter comes back, his face lighting up with a triumphant smile as he jumps—literally jumps—back onto the bed, landing next to you with a soft thud. Before you can react, he practically pounces on you, his hands cupping your face as he presses a kiss to your lips, quick and eager.
"Mmmph—Peter!" You giggle, trying to push him away, but he’s relentless, kissing you over and over, peppering your face with playful pecks. "Peter! Okay, okay, you win!" You laugh, your heart swelling as his infectious energy pulls you fully out of sleep.
He finally pulls back, his face hovering over yours, eyes sparkling with that mischievous glow you love so much. "See, I brushed my teeth," he says proudly, leaning down to nuzzle his nose against yours. "And now, I’m gonna kiss you as much as I want."
You roll your eyes, still smiling as you run your fingers through his messy curls. "Yeah, yeah. And what about me? I haven’t brushed my teeth."
Peter grins, leaning in to kiss you again. "I don’t care," he says in that soft, endearing voice, his breath warm against your lips. "I love you. Morning breath, bed hair, everything." His hands gently cradle your face as he speaks, his touch warm and comforting.
You can’t help but melt a little as he continues, his lips brushing against your cheek. "In fact, I love that you stopped me earlier," he adds with a teasing smirk. "Gave me an excuse to show off how much I don’t care about morning breath. Because I love you soooo much," he stretches out the word, planting exaggerated kisses on your cheeks, forehead, and nose.
You’re laughing now, your heart fluttering as you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him close. "Alright, alright, you’ve made your point," you say, smiling up at him.
But Peter’s not done. He gives you the biggest, most exaggerated puppy dog eyes, his lip quivering dramatically as he whines, "But I didn’t get enough kisses yet."
You roll your eyes, but you can’t resist him. "Alright, you big baby," you say, pulling him down for another kiss.
Peter practically beams, his entire face lighting up as he leans in, kissing you softly, but this time it’s slower, sweeter. When he pulls back, he rests his forehead against yours, his eyes half-lidded, completely content.
"I’m never going to get tired of this," he whispers, his voice soft, the goofy energy replaced by something warmer, more intimate. "Waking up next to you, kissing you, just... being with you."
Your heart swells as you reach up, brushing your thumb gently across his cheek. "Me neither," you whisper back.
Peter grins again, a little less goofy but just as sweet. "Good. ‘Cause you’re stuck with me. Morning breath and all."
And just like that, he presses his lips to yours once more, the perfect start to another day with the man you love.
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