tom holland + peter parker

my pretty girl T.H.

request: Reader is dating professor!tom and on valentine's day she gets a lot of gifts and proposals and that made tom jealous?

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You've been with Tom since the beginning of winter break — that was early December. Now, you're finished the second semester while maintaining your secret relationship. Once you finish out the school year, he won't be your professor anymore, which means you're free to be out in public with him whenever you want. For now, though, you're keeping things on the low.

Just as you leave your dorm for the morning, the boy across from your room — Michael, his name is — closes his door at the same time, almost as if he was waiting for you to leave.

"Uh, hi."

"Goodmorning," You greet him with a smile, moving your books and binders to your left arm, leaving your right arm open.

"Happy Valentine's day," he thrusts a heart-shaped box of chocolates forward shyly.

You're taken aback by the sudden movement, cautiously taking the box while examining him & it. You smile, flattered at the action.

"Aw, thank you so much, Mike."

He nods, as if dismissing it, and you share a laugh, the two of you going your separate ways for your lectures.

You head in the direction of Tom's lecture hall; it's your first class of the day, and as you stride through the entrance with your box of chocolates, you smile at Tom. He returns the smile, doing a once over on your outfit; you're wearing a skirt and your favorite hoodie. You don't miss the blush that rises on his cheeks. He glances down at your hands and his brows furrow. He goes to mouth his question "what's that?"

You chuckle to yourself, waving him off. You make your way to your usual seat, setting down your textbook and binder, keeping your chocolates nearby. As you get seated, a girl that sits behind you walks up to you with a flower in one hand and a card in the other.

"Hey, Y/N..." She smiles shyly, moving a strand of hair behind her ear.

You glance up, returning her smile. Tom watches the whole encounter with a clenched jaw. "Hey, Kimberly."

"Happy V-Day," she hands you the simple treasures, which you accept gratefully.

"Aww..." You sniff the flower, smiling in bliss as your eyes flutter shut momentarily. "This is so sweet. Thank you, Kimb."

Class goes on, but you can't shake the feeling of Tom's stiff demeanor whenever he glances towards you. His eyes grow a shade darker and his jaw gets tighter with every passing minute. By the time the lecture ends, his shoulders are as tense as ever and his eyes won't leave you.

As you gather up your belongings, you make your way off the seats, but you're stopped at the exit by a group of boys, who each hold up a poster. You gasp in realization, and Tom tilts his head curiously.

"Will," one of the boys starts.

"You."

"Be."

"My Valentine?" Tyler finishes, walking forward with a bouquet of flowers. Your mouth drops open in shock, taking a step back while you soak everything in.

You turn around to look at Tom, and when you catch him staring, he looks away while continuing to rearrange his books and prepare for the next lecture.

"Uhm..." You breathe out a laugh, almost embarrassed by the public declaration of likeness. "I'm so honored, thank you. But-uhm," you slur the words together, glancing to the other three boys who helped Tyler out. "I already have a Valentine."

"Aww," One of them goes.

"Alright," Tyler says with a laugh. "That's okay. See you for Monday's lecture?"

You nod, taking the bouquet from his hand and waving goodbye. Him and his friends walk out together, talking about one thing or another, and you stay frozen while the room empties. When everyone is gone, you spin around to find Tom still messing with the supplies on his desk.

He avoids your eyes while you step closer, hesitantly, with the flowers in your face.

"Tommy?"

He hums in response, urging you to continue without making it seem like he cares.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah," he clicks his tongue.

"You seem angry."

He freezes, glancing up at you while leaning both hands on his desk. "I'm not." His jaw tightens and the realization hits you. You giggle quietly to yourself, stepping closer so you're up against the other end of his desk.

"Are you... jealous?"

"No."

"You are," You insist, moving around the desk and abandoning your Valentine's Day goodies on one end.

"I'm not."

"You are," You finish, merely a foot away from him. The lecture doors are closed, giving you the peace and security of just his presence. You step closer to him, standing in between him and the desk, and you link your hands behind his neck. "You know I'm only yours."

His hand stays put by your elbow, stroking the skin up and down. "I know," He says softly, eyes trained on the floor.

"You have my heart," you whisper, forehead against his.

His brows unfurrow and the feeling makes you giggle. He nods against you. "Just want everyone to know that you're my pretty girl. Especially those frat boys."

"Just a few months, Tommy," You assure him, kissing his cheek. "Just a few months."