Warnings: food mention, innuendo, kissing, touching, cuddling, let me know if there are more 🙂
A/N: Thanks for the request! This was fun to do and I surprised myself at how much I remembered about the workings of pin ball machines. I just had to look up the names of a couple things to be more official.
(not my gifs)
Saturday nights were your favorite because that meant movie night with your boyfriend, Peter. This time, you were supposed to bring the movie and food since last week he brought popcorn, candy, and Grease over to your room at the X-mansion.
After two years of this tradition, you don’t even bother knocking. In fact, his mother personally gave you a key saying that you were part of the family and that family can open the door themselves.
“Honey, I’m hoooomeeeee!” you yelled out in a deep, joking voice as you descended the steps to Peter’s basement.
His head snapped to look at you, his game of ping-pong long forgotten as a bright smile replaced his concentrated expression.
“Babe!” he screeched with excitement.
In less than a second, he was standing in front of you, his hands coming up to tangle in your hair as he brought you in for a quick, yet passionate, kiss.
“Well that was one hell of a way to say ‘hi’,” you said laughing, feeling your head spin from his actions.
“Well I’m one hell of a guy,” he stated with a smirk before grabbing the pizza box out of your hands and walking it over to the table.
“Good choice on the pizza,” he praised as he made his way back over to your figure which was now lounging on the couch.
“Thanks, Petey!”
Once he got within a few feet, you made grabby-hands in his direction to signal that you wanted him to cuddle you. He grinned at the sight, this slowly turning into a smirk as he said, “DEAD WEIGHT!” before collapsing on top of you.
“nO!” you squealed, both laughter and his body weight suppressing your breathing.
“Pete, move!” you managed to get out between laughs.
“Okie,” he said sweetly before shifting around until he had you laying on top of him while his back was against the sofa cushions.
“Better?” he asked, genuinely curious.
“Much,” you replied following a sigh of content.
After a few moments of silently relishing in each other’s presence, Peter asked,
“Did you bring a movie over?”
“Yup. I brought A New Hope,” you responded, your voice sounding muffled as your mouth was resting against the skin between his neck and shoulder.
“No offense to Star Wars, but I don’t really wanna watch it tonight…” he confessed after hearing your reply.
“What?!” you questioned, propping yourself up on your arms so you could look him in the eyes to see if he was kidding or not.
“Sorry, it’s just we watched it two days ago with our friends. We should watch something else,” he explained, averting his gaze from your piercing one.
“Fine,” you agreed, releasing a huff as you let your head fall back onto his chest.
“What did you want to watch then?” you asked after a minute.
“I don’t know, maybe you should go look at that stack over there and pick since it’s your night to choose anyways.”
You nodded in agreement and carefully dismounted your boyfriend to head over to the untidy piles of various VHS tapes he had sprawled out on his Pac-Man machine. As you sorted through them, you realized that you had seen each of these movies at least once in the past month.
“Peter,” you began as you pivoted to face him, “we’ve seen all these recently too.”
He sat up from his position laying down and was immediately standing in front of you in the blink of an eye.
“What do you wanna do then?”
You smirked as you dragged your fingers up his bare arms, causing goose-bumps to rise and him to visibly shiver.
“Well, I have a few ideas,” you hinted suggestively, “but one is my favorite.”
Peter was speechless. His eyes widened with lust as his eyebrows shot up in surprise at your words. You wrapped his arms around your waist and brought yours to rest in his hair. Just as you were leaning in to kiss him, you heard Peter’s mother begin to walk down the stairs.
Peter groaned at the interruption (cuz he was so close!) and backed away from your bewitching body, racing over to one of his pin ball machines.
“Hey, Peter!” she said as she entered the room.
“Hi, Mom,” he stated, disappointment evident in his tone as he walked over to her waiting arms and hugged her in greeting. After their short embrace, she hurried over and enveloped you in a motherly hug.
“Hello, my dear! I trust Peter is behaving?” she questioned.
“Mom!” Peter whined.
“Oh shush! I’m just making conversation!” she chastised him, causing his shoulders to droop and for him to roll his eyes as if he were a child once again.
“I can see that Peter doesn’t want me interrupting your little date so I’ll get back to unloading the groceries. It was nice to see you, Y/N.” she said with a slight chuckle as she made her was towards the staircase once again.
“It was great to see you too, Ms. Maximoff!” you replied as you watched her go back up the stairs.
Once she closed the door behind her, Peter smirked at you and next thing you knew you were up against one of his gaming machines.
“Now, where were we,” he said with a smirk.
“Sorry Petey, but the moment’s passed,” you said plainly while you patted his shoulder and went over to get a slice of pizza.
“But baaaaaaabe!” he whined once again. He came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his head on your shoulder as you munched on the slice of pizza that you had just grabbed from the box.
“Sorry, Pete, but I’m hungry now.”
“Finnneeeeeee,” he said, sighing as he followed suit and took a piece for himself before stomping his way over to his Star Wars pin ball machine and playing- somehow- one-handed as he ate his pizza.
You made your way over to observe the game. What else were you going to do for entertainment if neither of you wanted to watch any of the movies that you had lying around. Lights flashes and various noises, including a Wookie growl, emanated from the system, the bright red numbers “556234″ flashing across a screen.
“Is that the score that you just got?” you guessed.
“No, that’s my high score, the little numbers on the bottom left hand side of the screen is each score I make other than that,” he corrected, his eyes remaining focused on his movements.
“Cool,” you said nonchalantly.
“Can I try?”
“Sure, just let me finish this round,” he stated, seconds later the game emitting the same noises as before.
He stepped back and gestured with his right hand for you to take his place, his left occupied with holding his pizza slice.
“Okay, so here’s how it works: this little nozzle right here is how you start the game. You pull it back and let it go to shoot the ball into the gaming area. Once you do that, use these little red buttons to control the flipper bats that hit it away from the out hole; got it?”
“Got it!” you replied with determination.
Five minutes went by and you were still playing the same round, the bonus multiplier lights going crazy each time you hit the ball in that direction. You had never been so focused on something you’re entire life; you didn’t even notice Peter’s fingers quickly tapping against the sides of his thighs nervously.
Eventually, though, you missed and the ball rolled into the out hole. Instead of the usual sound effects that you heard after Peter played, the Star Wars song of victory began to fill the quiet room. You tilted your head in confusion. Why was it acting different? You looked to Peter for an answer, but found his eyes glued to the screen on the machine that had a new set of numbers where his high score had been. “657930.” That’s 101,696 points better than Peter’s previous high score. Your mouth opened in shock as a smile spread on your face.
“Look, Pete! Oh my god! I beat your high score!”
He stared at the figures dumbfounded.
“I play this game every day. How are you better than me?”
“I don’t know! I guess this is some sort of secret talent I have… Oh! Maybe this is my mutation! Maybe I’m cool like you!” you joked excitedly.
“Yeah, whatever,” was all he spoke before zooming over to the pizza box to get more, only to find it empty. He exhaled heavily and walked over to the couch, falling down, not quite so gracefully, and landing face first against the pillows.
“Peter? You’re not mad at me for beating your high score, are you?”
“No, why would you say that,” he said in a monotone voice yet it still oozed sarcasm.
“Awe, you’re mad because I beat you,” you taunted and proceeded to go and sit beside his body.
“I’m sorry, babe. I can see how that might be frustrating. I never would have played if I knew I’d do that.”
He turned his head onto its side so that he could look at you through his peripheral vision.
‘It’s okay. Sorry I’m all moody; it’s just that kinda thing is important to me.”
“I know,” you said as you let your hand navigate through his silver hair.
“Hey,” you spoke, suddenly getting an idea. “I know how to make you feel better about this.”
“Hm?” he hummed in response.
You smiled devilishly as you stood and turned him over before lowering yourself down to straddle him. Still sporting your smirk, you leaned down and brushed your lips against his, pretending that you were going to be soft and gentle, when instead you swiftly captured his bottom lip between your teeth and pulled back slightly before releasing it. You followed this action by dominating his lips with yours, only being interrupted when Peter pulls away, the loss of contact causing you to pout.
“You need to beat my high scores more often,” he said breathlessly, clearly amazed, and pleased, with your actions.
“I’m sure that can be arranged,” you joked before peppering quick kisses all over his face, causing a fit of giggles to burst out from his smiling mouth.
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