Tom Holland And Peter Parker Imagines

Peter/ You know where I'll be

You sit on Peter's bed, you eyes glued to your text book. Finals are coming up and you really want to study. But it's kind of hard to study when your hot boyfriend is standing in the doorway, shirtless. So you haven't looked at him this whole time. Well not properly.

Peter walks closer, but you refuse to let you eyes flicker up.

"(Y/N)."

You bite your lip hard. You need to study. You need to study. You need to study. You need to s...

You look up and Peter's lips are instantly on yours. Your eyes snap shut and you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

His tongue slims your bottom lip, begging for entrance. You oblige, and his arms wrap around your waist tighter. You fingers trail up into his dark hair, gently tugging at it, and he moans in pleasure.

Slowly, he pushes you back on the bed. You do what he wants and press your shoulder blades to the sheet underneath you. His weight pushes you down more, as he drags his body over you.

Your legs tangle with his as he trails kisses down the soft skin of your neck, sucking and pulling at it.

You eyes fly open and a moan excapes you lips. But then you see something. A deep purple bruise decorates his shoulder. It's big, around the size of a fist.

You put your hands on Peter's shoulders and push him away from you. He looks slightly confused but yoy ignore it, moving around him so that you can see the bruise properly.

"Peter...?" you ask. Lately, it seems as though Peter as been getting loads of injuries but he refuses to tell you where they are from and it really annoys and slightly hurts you because he doesn't seem to trust you.

Your gaze becomes hard as you look back at his face. "What the hell have you been doing?"

Peter looks away, guilt and shame flashing over his face.

"It's nothing, I just bashed into a door?"

You scoff, not believeing a word. "Yes, and that would definately make a perfect fist mark in the back of you shoulder! Come on, Peter! Seriously!"

Peter just shakes his head. "I...I can't tell you, (Y/N)."

You blink back tears as you push yourself up from the bed. "Why not, Peter? Don't you trut me?"

Peter shakes his head frantically. "No...no, it's not that, (Y/N). I just...can't."

You slowly back away, tears starting you slip down you cheeks.

"Fine, whatever." you mutter, waving you hand dismissively and starting to move towards the doorway. "I'm just gonna go..."

Peter leaps off his bed, rushing forward. "(Y/N), please. I really want to tell you but...if you knew..." he trails off. You shake your head.

"No, Peter. It's either you trust me enoug or you don't. And it's obviously the latter."

Peter gulps as you walk out the door. "I'm sorry, Peter. And you ever do want to share with me, why you ar suddenly covered in bruises, you know where I'll be."

Then you spin on you heal and hurry out of the apartment.

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