𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤

Can I Come In?

Parings → Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings → boundary issues? Fluff

Summary → Peter doesn't really know bathroom boundaries.

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You sighed in relief as the warm water cascaded over your body, soothing your sore muscles after a long day. The steam enveloped the bathroom, creating a calming atmosphere as you began humming a random tune. Showers were your sanctuary, a rare moment of peace where you could relax without interruptions.

Until Peter Parker happened.

A soft knock on the bathroom door disrupted your bliss. You furrowed your brows, already knowing who it was.

“Babe?” Peter’s muffled voice came from the other side of the door.

“What?” You called out, already a little annoyed.

“How long are you gonna be in there?”

“I just got in, Peter,” you replied, letting out an exasperated sigh. “Give me at least ten minutes.”

There was a brief pause before he asked, “Can I come in?”

Your hand froze mid-reach for the shampoo. “Why? You already showered this morning.”

“I gotta pee!” He whined, his voice bordering on desperation.

“Then go to the common bathroom,” you said firmly, resuming your hair-washing routine.

“Noooo,” he drawled dramatically. “I’m coming in.”

“Peter, don’t you dare—”

The door creaked open, and there he was, standing in the doorway with his usual sheepish grin. “Hey, babe,” he said casually, as if this were a perfectly normal occurrence.

“Peter Parker!” You hissed, leaning out from behind the glass shower door to glare at him. “Go to the common bathroom. Now!”

“Come on,” he said, shrugging nonchalantly. “It’s nothing you haven’t seen before.”

“That doesn’t mean I want to see you peeing,” you retorted, narrowing your eyes.

“Then don’t look,” he said with a smirk, stepping further inside as if he owned the place.

You rolled your eyes and shut the shower door with a huff, muttering under your breath about the nerve of some people. You heard him shuffling around before the distinct sound of him peeing filled the room.

“I can’t believe this,” you muttered to yourself, trying to block out the sound.

“You talkin’ to me, babe?” Peter called out teasingly.

“No, I’m talking to the universe for cursing me with a boyfriend who has zero bathroom boundaries,” you shot back, leaning against the wall of the shower.

“You love me, though,” he quipped, amusement laced in his tone.

“Debatable,” you muttered, though the corners of your mouth twitched upward despite yourself.

Peter flushed the toilet and you heard the sound of water running as he washed his hands.

“Don’t forget to put the toilet seat down,” you called out pointedly.

“Sorry,” he said sheepishly, the sound of the lid closing following shortly after.

You peeked out again, water dripping from your hair and face as you fixed him with a glare. “You’re lucky you’re cute, Parker.”

He grinned, leaning against the sink with his arms crossed. “You think I’m cute?”

You rolled your eyes and ducked back inside the shower. “Shut up and leave already.”

“Fine, fine,” he said, chuckling as he made his way to the door. “But just so you know, this counts as quality time. Don’t say I don’t make an effort.”

You let out a laugh despite yourself, shaking your head. “You’re impossible.”

“Love you too, babe,” he called out as he left, shutting the door behind him.

As the sound of his footsteps faded away, you couldn’t help but smile. Peter Parker may have been a menace, but he was your menace—and honestly, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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