𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐗 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 - 𝟓

Shirt ☆

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

https://www.tumblr.com/ptergwen/647497986584231936/help-me-find-my-shirt-you-know-as-much-as-i

Parings → Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings → heavy making out

Summary → Peter can't find his shirt and the reader isn't helping him with the situation either.

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Your legs are around Peter's waist as he holds you up, you two having an impromptu make out session. This one has to be fast because you're running on a time limit. You've already managed to rip his shirt off and jump out of your shorts. It's hectic and rushed, but nothing you can't work with.

"Y/n/n," Peter mumbles against your lips, which are currently on his. "Y/n, baby." He's chuckling now as you try to pin him against your wall. You hum in protest. "Please shut up-" Your kisses become broken up so you can speak. "-When I'm trying," another messy peck. "-To kiss you." You drag your fingertips along his bare stomach, other hand on his shoulder to keep him in place.

Peter shivers at the feeling, and it takes his all not to give in to you. He moves his mouth off yours before he does. "I wish I could, you know I do." He takes your chin between two fingers with a sigh. "I gotta go, though. May's gonna murder us both if I'm late again." You whimper, not caring how childish it sounds. "You wouldn't die for me?"

"Fucks sake, y/n." Peter lays one last reassuring peck on your lips. "Do you really want me to answer that?" His thumb brushes across your chin, arm tightening around you. You respond in a huff. "No because I'm scared you'd say yes." Your hand lays flat on his chest. "You and your hero complex." "I mean, I am a hero," he says all cocky. That finally earns a smile from you.

"You're also very corny. A little bit of a narcissist, too," you tease, your face inching close to his once again. Peter's heart speeds up under your palm. "Most importantly, you're a good kisser. An amazing one." Your voice is dropped to a whisper. "Ok, down you go," Peter decides, setting you back on the ground. He'd never leave if he entertained that.

"Since when can you resist me?" You poke at one of his pecks, and hard. "You said I was irresistible." Your attempt to sway Peter makes him laugh softly. "Yeah, but I don't feel like facing the wrath of May Parker." He tugs your shirt back down from where it's ridden up. You groan when he tosses you your shorts next.

"You're so mean to women. You must hate us," you half joke, stepping into your shorts despite yourself. "Um, who said that? I love women!" Peter quickly corrects you. You're rolling your eyes as he tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "Especially you. Now, help me find my shirt." He offers you a grin.

That prompts you to give his shirtless torso a once over, enjoying the way his skin glistens in the light. Your hands find their place on his biceps and squeeze.

"You know, as much as I want to..." you smile wickedly, pressing your body flush against his. "I don't want to." "Y/n, please," Peter breathes out. His head rests on the wall. "Don't do this to me. It has to be over here somewhere." When he takes a step forward, you push him back. You start to pepper kisses across his jawline.

"Go get it, then," you coax him. Your lips on Peter's skin earn a muffled moan from him. "Or, you could take me. I'm right here." He finally loses it, slamming you against the wall so you've switched places. His voice becomes raspy and his hands grab at your thighs. "You have a death wish, don't you?"

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