𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤

Alone In The Pool*

Parings → Peter Parker x Stark! Reader

Warnings → SMUT!! 18 + pool sex, unprotected sex

Summary → A simple pool day turned into something hot.

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It was a lazy afternoon at the compound, and you decided to take full advantage of the quiet by lounging by the pool. The warm sun bathed your skin, and the light breeze carried the scent of summer across the water. You stretched out on a sunbed, the black bikini you were wearing fitting you perfectly, showing off your curves in a way that made you feel effortlessly confident.

Peter had been in the pool for a while now, swimming laps at first, but you knew him well enough to sense the way his attention had shifted. You could feel his eyes on you, a burning sensation that made the back of your neck tingle. He wasn't just glancing your way anymore-he was staring.

You bit your lip to hold back a smile. His crush on you had always been adorable, but now that you were dating, it was fun to tease him. You could picture him in the water, biting his lip, trying to control himself.

Finally, you broke the silence. "Stop staring, you creep," you mumbled, your eyes still closed, your voice a little playful.

Peter's laugh echoed from the pool, the sound warm and light. "I can't help it, babe," he said, his voice full of affection. "My girlfriend's so hot. It's not fair."

You cracked one eye open to see him floating on his back, grinning like a boy who'd been caught. His brown curls were wet, sticking to his forehead, and his eyes sparkled mischievously.

"Flattery won't get you anywhere, Parker," you teased.

"Maybe not, but it's still true," he shot back without missing a beat. "Come in the water, babe. It's lonely over here."

You sighed softly, enjoying the teasing. But the sun was starting to make you a little too warm, so with a reluctant groan, you stood up, stretching your arms overhead. You didn't miss the way Peter's eyes trailed down your body, the movement making your bikini shift just enough to keep his attention locked on you.

"Damn," you heard him mutter under his breath, low enough that he probably didn't think you'd catch it. But you did. And you smirked.

Slowly, you walked down the stairs into the pool, the water a cool contrast to the heat of the day. You sunk lower until the water covered you up to your chest, feeling it ripple around you.

Peter wasted no time approaching. He swam closer, and when he reached you, his hands naturally found your waist, pulling you toward him. His touch was gentle, but the glint in his eyes told you he had something else in mind.

"Hi," he murmured, his lips hovering close to yours.

You couldn't help but smile at his neediness. "Hey there, mister," you whispered back, looping your arms around his neck.

"I missed you," he said, pressing his forehead against yours.

You raised an eyebrow. "I was literally sunbathing right in front of you."

Peter gave a dramatic sigh. "Yeah, but you were so far away." He pulled you even closer, and you felt him press himself against you, a low groan escaping him as he did. "See how hard I am?"

Your breath caught in your throat as the sensation of him, firm and ready, met your core through the thin fabric of your bikini. "Peter..." you whispered, your voice shaky, but amused at the same time.

Peter's lips brushed against your ear, his breath warm. "Please, baby, do something. I need you."

Your pulse quickened, but you shook your head, trying to keep a handle on the situation. "Not here, Peter," you managed to say, but your resolve was already faltering.