Peter Parker (Tom Holland) imagines

shirts

I walked into Peter's room only to see him standing there, holding his shirt in his hands.

He was talking to somebody on the phone and I couldn't help but look at his perfectly carved body.

When he got off the phone he let out a sigh, still not putting his shirt on.

"Jesus, Peter! How much have you been working out?" I asked, causing him to jump.

"I don't know, everyday since I became Spiderman," he shrugged.

"Peter, you are ripped," I said.

His face flushed a shade of pink. I loved how he would blush whenever I complimented him even in the two months we were dating.

"T-thanks, Y/N," he said, walking over to me.

"Why don't we see what you look like without your shirt on too?" He asked, smirking.

I smiled, kissing him, and his hands ran up and down my sides before pulling my shirt off.

"Peter, Y/N, Mr. Stark is asking for you," Vision said, causing both of us to put our shirts back on.

"Don't worry, I won't tell him about your situation,"