𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤

Shower

Parings → Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings → fluff

Summary → A hot shower with Peter after an exhausting day.

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The apartment is quiet when you finally step inside, your body aching from the long day. Everything feels heavy—the weight of your exhaustion, the tension in your muscles, and the tightness in your chest from the hours of stress. All you want is a moment to unwind, a moment to forget the day's worries.

Peter is already home, waiting for you in the living room, his head snapping up the second he hears the door close behind you. His eyes soften immediately, his body rising from the couch as he steps toward you with concern etched on his face.

"Hey, you okay?" His voice is gentle, full of worry.

You nod but sigh deeply, your shoulders slumping. "Just really tired."

Peter steps closer, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you against him. His warmth instantly starts to melt away the stress as his chin rests on the top of your head. "Let me take care of you tonight," he whispers, his breath tickling your hair. "How about we take a shower? It’ll help."

You hum softly, too worn out to argue. The thought of a warm shower, of being close to Peter, sounds like exactly what you need.

Without another word, Peter gently takes your hand and leads you to the bathroom. The hum of the water as it warms fills the small space, and soon, the room is enveloped in steam. The sound is soothing, the heat radiating from the shower offering you a sense of relief before you even step inside.

Peter starts helping you undress, his fingers gentle as he unbuttons your shirt and slides it off your shoulders. His touch is tender, careful not to rush, and you find yourself relaxing under his care. His hands work their way to the waistband of your pants, pulling them down slowly as you step out of them. You do the same for him, your hands brushing his skin as you take his clothes off, both of you moving slowly, savoring the quiet intimacy of the moment.

Finally, Peter steps into the shower, and you follow right behind him. The warm water cascades over both of you, immediately easing the tension in your muscles. You close your eyes, letting the water wash over you, as Peter moves behind you, his hands finding their way to your shoulders.

He reaches for the shampoo, squeezing a small amount into his palm before gently working it into your hair. His fingers massage your scalp with just the right amount of pressure, and you can't help the soft sigh of relief that escapes your lips. You lean back into him, your body softening as the warmth and his touch start to chase away the remnants of your exhausting day.

"Feel good?" He asks softly, his voice close to your ear.

"Mhm," you mumble, feeling the tension drain from your body.

Peter chuckles softly and continues to work his fingers through your hair, lathering the shampoo until it's foamy and fragrant. You relax further, letting him take care of you completely.

Once he's done, he gently tilts your head back under the water, rinsing out the shampoo. The water flows over your hair, down your back, and you feel lighter already.

Now it’s your turn. You reach for the shampoo and step closer to Peter, your fingers running through his curly hair, massaging the shampoo into his scalp. He closes his eyes, a content smile tugging at his lips as you work your way through his hair.

"You always do that so well," he murmurs, his voice slightly raspy from the warmth of the water.

You smile, your fingers still gliding through his wet curls. "You deserve it," you whisper.

Once you're done, Peter leans into the spray, rinsing his hair. You both stand there for a moment, just letting the water cascade over your bodies, letting it wash away everything from the day.

Then Peter grabs the body wash, squeezing some onto a soft sponge. He lathers it up before gently guiding it across your back, shoulders, and arms. His movements are slow, his touch soothing as he scrubs your skin. The scent of the soap fills the air, sweet and comforting. You close your eyes again, sinking into the feeling of his care.

Peter continues washing you, his hands gliding over your body, making sure every inch of your skin is clean and smooth. When he moves to your legs, he kneels down in front of you, looking up with a soft, playful smile. "How are you feeling now?" He asks, his voice low and filled with affection.

"Better," you admit, smiling down at him. "Much better."

He grins, standing back up and pulling you into him under the water, his hands cradling your face as he kisses you softly. The kiss is slow, gentle, and unhurried, as if he wants to savor every second of this quiet moment with you.

After a while, you grab the body wash and return the favor, scrubbing Peter’s body with the same care he showed you. His skin is warm under your hands, and you take your time, your touch soft as you wash his chest, his arms, and his back. He closes his eyes, enjoying the sensation, leaning into your touch.

Once you’re both clean, Peter turns off the water and steps out first, grabbing a towel to wrap around you. He dries you off with careful hands, making sure you're warm before taking care of himself. Then he pulls you back into his arms, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

"You ready for bed?" He asks, his voice soft.

You nod, feeling exhausted but at peace. Together, you head to the bedroom, Peter’s arm draped around your shoulders as you settle into the warmth of the covers.

He pulls you close once you’re both under the blankets, his body pressed against yours as he rests his chin on your shoulder. His arms wrap tightly around your waist, his warmth surrounding you. You feel safe, loved, and completely at ease in his embrace.

“Thank you,” you whisper, turning your head slightly to press a kiss to his lips.

Peter smiles against your mouth, his eyes soft as he looks at you. "Anything for you."

As you close your eyes, the exhaustion from the day finally starts to fade completely, replaced by the warmth and comfort of Peter’s presence. With his arms around you and the memory of the shower still fresh in your mind, you drift off into a peaceful sleep, knowing that no matter how hard the day is, you’ll always have Peter to help make it better.

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