spiderling ; reader imagines

Too hot to handle || P.P.

"Thanks, babe," You leaned down to give him a quick kiss, "you're right, it's too hot to not swim." You smiled and took your t-shirt off to expose your baby blue wrap bikini top. The bullet scar was on your torso, with a matching one on the other side where the bullet went through. That was also paired with the scratch-like scars littered over your arms and the fading hickies Peter left on your collar bones.

You quickly hopped into the water to avoid the prying eyes of the patrons by the entrance of the gated pool, sighing contently when the cool water encapsulated your body. Peter wrapped his arms around you and gave you a kiss on the head, "better?" he asked.

"Mhm, much." You nodded.

"Okay, here." Peter handed you, Morgan, "I'm gonna go get us some lemonades and something to eat."

"Do you need money?"

"No, your dad gave me his card," Peter smiled, "do you want anything in particular?" he asked as he got out of the pool, the cool droplets of water falling perfectly down his chiselled torso.

"I, uh, I—wait, what?" You stumbled, too enraptured by Peter's torso.

Peter chuckled, "Do you want anything specific?" he asked again, waving a hand in front of your gaze.

"Oh, um, what do they have?"

"We could get a funnel cake." Peter said after a moment of thought, "Have you ever had a funnel cake?"

You shook your head, and Morgan nearly bounced out of your arms, "I love funnel cakes!" she yelled excitedly, "I want one!"

You and Peter laughed and he nodded, "Okay, one funnel cake and some lemonades. I'll be right back." He said, grabbing the bag with the card and leaving your rented-out area.

"Hey, Y/N," Morgan asked, tapping you on the shoulder as you waded around the pool with her on your hip.

"Hm?"

"Why did Peter's swim shorts have a stick in them?"

"Hey," Peter smiled at the boy working the snack shack, "could I get one funnel cake and three lemonades?"

"For sure," The worker said with a smile, "that'll be $15.67." Peter handed him the card and waited while he prepared the food, "so did you see the pool the Starks rented out?" The worker asked, trying to spark some conversation.

"Yeah, did you?"

"For a moment, yeah, but I could hardly pay attention with that one hottie sitting there." He chuckled, handing Peter the lemonades and moving to make the funnel cake.

"What?" Peter asked.

"Y'know," The boy shrugged, "the girl in the white shirt, reading on the chair. She's so sexy. I don't even know how she knows the Starks."

Peter clenched his fists, the cups in his hand denting, "Really?" He asked with a locked jaw, "hmm, yeah, she's really beautiful."

"Not just beautiful, mate," The boy chuckled, "sexy as hell," he said, fanning himself exaggeratedly, "I mean, my God, and I heard she has some badass scars. Like that's cool as hell—"

The cups in Peter's hands fell apart as his grip got tighter and the lemonade splashed all over him and the counter.

"Shit, I'm sorry," Peter said, taking a deep breath, trying to calm his anger and ease his grip.

"It's alright," The worker shrugged him off and handed him the funnel cake, "I'll get you some new lemonades."

Peter stomped back to the rented pool with a sour look on his face. You and Morgan were at the picnic table in the area, sitting on towels and colouring in her new princess colouring book.

"That's really pretty," You smiled at her, "I love her blue hair."

"Thank you," Morgan beamed, "I wanted to make her look like Joy from that one movie."

"Inside out?"

"Mhm," Morgan nodded as Peter placed the food and drinks on the table.

"Hey, babe," You smiled, before noticing his pout, "what's wrong?"

"Nothing," Peter mumbled, taking a long swig of his lemonade, "just hot."

You shrugged it off and got up to sit by him. It was then Peter noticed how high your bikini bottoms rode up your butt. A few of the boys were waiting by the gate to the private pool, whistling as you stood up.

It was times like this when Peter's advance hearing truly failed him.

"Dude, she's so hot."

"I know, I can't believe we've never seen her before?"

"Do you think she's a model?"

"She could be with a body like that."

Peter grabbed onto you and pulled you into his lap the minute you got close.

"Peter!" You squealed, giggling when he began to pepper kisses all over your face, "Peter, stop, Morgan's still here."

"I don't mind," Morgan said, looking up at you with powdered sugar all over her face, "daddy and mommy kiss all the time."

You rolled your eyes and gave Peter a plush peck on the cheek before scooting off his lap. "Come here, Morg," You motioned for her to sit next to you while you grabbed a wet wipe from your bag, "let me clean that powdered sugar off."

You helped Morgan, while Peter sat and revelled in the lovely silence coming from the boys at the gate.

He smiled even wider when he heard a hushed, "I think she's taken, man"