Summary: Peter and the reader are getting pretty steamy and someone decides it’s the perfect time to interrupt. Talk about cockblock, amiright?
Warnings: language, kissing, fluff, Star Wars, makeout sesh (holla). (Let me know if I missed any).
Word Count: 1,479
A/N: For the amazing @literallyrozie812, thanks for the request! I hope this fic gives you guys all the Peter feels. Also, I apologize if it sucks ass lol. I’m not experienced in this part of writing, so bear with me as I slowly dig my way into it! Let’s hope I did at least a 4/10. Thanks for all the never ending support, guys! As always, feedback and constructive criticism is appreciated.
Being raised as a Stark definitely has its perks, but let’s not forget about the downsides.
For instance, not being able to try out the Iron Man suit because of one accidental mistake of you blowing one up.
Hey, it happens… right?
Or not being able to join the team on missions because it’s “too intense” or “not safe.”
Like, hello? I’m an Avenger? I deserve to participate, Dad.
And don’t even get started on boys.
Oh, lord. If he knew about Peter and you, well, let’s just say Tony’s suit isn’t the only thing that would be blown up.