𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐗 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 - 𝟓

Nip Slip ☆

𝐀/𝐍 - All credit goes to the writer selfcarecap on Tumblr

https://www.tumblr.com/selfcarecap/663138641789468672/i-read-your-blurb-where-peter-sees-the-reader-in-a

Parings → Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings → Peter staring at your tits, and we have a little nip slip? but it's just in front of Peter

Summary → Peter seeing the reader in a bathing suit for the first time when they are alone.

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You're so excited that you get to spend a day at the pool inside of a multi-million dollar building with your best friend, that you nearly forget that Peter has never seen you in anything but oversized t-shirts.

The only bikini you have at home is a little small.

Your tits look great.

And that's the problem.

You know Peter's going to stare at them. And you know it will get your hopes up when really he doesn't like you like that and he just likes tits.

You sense the smell of chlorine mixed with something expensive and forget about your dilemma for a second. You and Peter are all alone at the pool and there's relaxing music playing somewhere.

Peter quickly glances at your legs when you take off your pants, but your shirt goes all the way down to your mid-thighs now anyway.

"I brought gummy bears, by the way," Peter says, opening his bag of Haribos.

"Cool," you say but you're just looking at the clear water, "When are we going into the water though?"

"Whenever you want," he says as he starts eating his beloved gummy bears. Nothing can distract him when he has his gummy bears, so you start undressing.

Your breath is shaky as you pull your shirt over your head and your eyes go to your chest immediately, making sure your bikini top is covering everything it's supposed to.

Peter's already looking at you. He's silent and when you look over he's bringing his empty fingers up to his mouth and bites into his finger. "Ow," he says quietly, realising there's no gummy bear in his hand to bite into instead.

He gazes up at you again, looking away quickly when your eyes meet.

You clear your throat, "So, you coming?"

Without waiting for an answer, you walk towards the pool, forgetting that you're blessing Peter with the sight of your ass. You hear another "ow" and can only assume that Peter's looking at you and accidentally bit into his finger again.

You ignore him and slowly make your way into the water, enjoying how it envelops your whole body.

A few seconds later there's a big splash as Peter jumps into the pool next to you. Now that you're in the water he can't see your body that well and he's calm again.

You're in the pool for what feels like hours and everything's normal between the two of you.

That's until Peter looks at your chest, "You have um.."

You look down and notice that your bikini has slipped on one side and your nipple is completely exposed.

You adjust your top as quickly as possible and you want to disappear. "You didn't see anything," you say, your face burning.

"I mean I did. But you don't have anything to worry about. You look ho- great. I-I mean great."

"God, Peter please. You're making this weird."

"Can't I compliment my best friend?"

This is exactly what you were scared of. He's staring at your boobs, even telling you that you look great but in the next sentence calls you his best friend.

For a second it's all too much for you, Peter constantly giving you mixed signals when you know he just likes you as a friend.

"You know it's not easy being your best friend when you say shit like that," you say, getting out of the pool. You change into your shirt without drying off and pull your bikini top off from underneath.

Peter's right behind you a moment later, "No, wait. What did I do? I'm sorry if that was a dumb thing to say. I didn't mean it in a weird or creepy way. Sorry if I made you uncomfortable," he says sincerely.

"That's not it. You always say shit like that. You say that I look pretty this, I look beautiful that, you even say my fucking tits look great and then you expect me to believe that you just want to be friends? One second after you've told me how good I look? I never hear you telling Ned or any of your friends for that matter how good they look. So why do you do it with me?"

His eyes don't meet yours, "I... don't know how to... flirt."

You look at him, not quite sure what he means.

He throws his arms in the air and sits down, defeated.

"I like you. But I don't know how to tell you that I like you. Genuinely, I have no idea. How can I tell you how much I love your smile, or how you have the weirdest but also best taste in music out of anyone I've ever met. And how cute you look while you laugh, and that you're the best at cheering me up and being there for me when I'm feeling down. Not to mention that cute thing where you smile at yourself when you pass a mirror. How do I tell you that I think you deserve all the smiles in the world and that you don't deserve a single moment of sadness."

Your heart swells and tingles shoot through your whole body at his words.

"Just like that," you say.

"What?" He croaks, eyes red.

"That's exactly how you say it." You want to sit down next to him, but there's no room so you go for his lap instead and kiss him immediately.

His hands go to your waist, pulling you closer as his lips press against yours.

Peter's wet swim shorts rub against your thighs and the wetness from his chest stains your shirt even more. Just as you're getting into the kiss he leans back, away from you. "Too much," he says, and your heart sinks.

"Sorry uh-"

"You just kissed me, you're very close and you're not wearing anything underneath your shirt. So.."

You grin as you realise he means he's positively overwhelmed and get off of him.

Peter makes room for you to sit next to him and rests his hand on your hip, arm wrapping around your waist.

You hear a loud rustling and then Peter offers you gummy bears.

You giggle and kiss his cheek, sharing gummy bears with him and enjoy that you can finally love Peter how you've always wanted to.

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