Tom Holland/Peter Parker

Involved 01 P.P

Summary: You'll have to read to find out 😂😂😁

Warning: Nuk

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When you wake up from a nap you hadn't meant to take, you see Peter laying next to you in your bed. He's in just a tee shirt, his sweatshirt abandoned on the floor between your door and your bed. Your legs are tangled together in an unusually intimate pose for the two of you. You rub your eyes and sigh, moving to stand. Peter's arms wrap around your waist and with a heavy groan, he says, "No, stay with me."
You turn to face him to see him already staring at you, and you sigh lowly, running your fingers over a new bruise underneath his eye. "Peter..." You start, and he shakes his head.
"(Y/N), please. Just lay with me tonight." He whispers. You furrow your brows and nod, allowing him to pull you into his chest. Peter and you had only been 'involved' for a few months, three tops.You say involved because because the two of you weren't together, not even close. Peter was far above you on the social chain, but he had taken an interest in you.
Alright, quite honestly, Peter hadn't really taken an interest in you. You had been paired up for a chemistry project and you had become friends, and at a party Michelle had told you she didn't want to go to but dragged you to anyway, Peter had kissed you. After that, he had pursued you, but made sure that you knew he wasn't looking for a relationship. Of course, after having a crush on Peter since the beginning of your freshman year, you were willing to have any relationship with him, as desperate as it sounded. So you scoffed and shook your head, assuring him that you weren't looking for a relationship either. Which had led the two of you to sharing a bed every other night and your heart being taken over by the brunet.
Needless to say, sleeping with someone several times a week can lead the two of them to become close, so it wasn't a surprise when you worried about Peter's cuts and bruises and he worried about your schoolwork and social life. ("You need more friends than just Michelle.") But as close as you and Peter happened to be, you never really cuddled. So when he wakes up the next morning and he's on his back with your face pressed against his chest, arms around each other with legs tangled together and fingers intertwined, he's almost confused. He remembers stumbling through the alley late at night and offhandedly pondering whether or not you had finished your physics paper but he can't quite remember shedding his sweatshirt and jeans and joining you in your bed. He clears his throat and yawns, effectively waking himself up and pulling you out of your own sleep. Laying in a thick silence for a moment or two, you stand and pull on a pair of jeans that you had left out last night.
As you continued getting dressed, you picked Peter's clothes up off the ground and handed them to him before grabbing your own shirt. Peter, who is actively trying to recall the night past your ability to scold him by only saying his name, he realizes that you haven't said a word to him. "(Y/N)?" He spoke quietly, trying not to risk being caught in your bedroom by your parents.
"My parents have already left for work, you don't need to whisper." You laughed softly. You already know that Michelle is going to know you spent the night with Peter, even after you told her you were going to break off with him last night. You sigh in disappointment with yourself and pull a tee shirt over your head. Rushing around your apartment to get yourself ready on time, you call for Peter to get out of bed, to which you hear a heavy groan.
You stood in front of your bathroom mirror, just having finished brushing your teeth, you were starting on your makeup when Peter walked in. He smiled at you in the mirror and you immediately find yourself grinning back. He puts his hands on your hips, staring at you in the mirror as you ignored him, opening up your makeup bag. Peter's head leaned down and you felt his lips ghost over your jaw, pressing chaste kisses against skin of your neck, before sucking just below your ear. You let out a low moan and he spins you around, pressing your back into the counter top and whispering, "I didn't even get to kiss you last night." You sigh and let him continue, ignoring the fact that you knew you would have to spend more time on your makeup to cover the marks he was leaving across your neck.
You're pulled out of you Parker-induced trance when your phone buzzes in your back pocket, and you pull it out. "Hey, we still have time. Put that away." Peter orders, and you press a hand to his chest and lightly push him away. He huffs in indignance and you smile, shaking your head.
"It's Michelle, she's almost here." You said, turning back to the mirror and putting on light makeup, making sure to cover the tender red skin of your neck.
"(Y/N), I can take you to school. It's not a big deal." He says, and you shake your head, spraying perfume and rushing out of the bathroom.
"No, it is a big deal. You know how Michelle is, she's going to know something is up if I don't go to school with her." You remind him, and he scoffs.
"It isn't like Michelle doesn't know. Come on, let's just skip first hour." He goads you, his voice smooth and low, and you don't have to look at him to know he's looking at you with slightly hooded eyes and a quirked eyebrow. Instead, you kiss him quickly and grab your backpack.
"Wear one of my sweatshirts, you know where they are." You suggest, picking up your keys and turning to give him a questioning look. "See you in third period?" You asked, not waiting for a response before you've closed the door behind yourself and ran downstairs. Waving goodbye to your doorman, you lightly jog outside and hop in Michelle's beat up old car, ignoring her suspicious look.
"You look like a mess." She says bluntly, putting the car in drive and cutting off a man in a BMW. You don't say anything, and when she looks over to comment on it, she spots a small mark just below your ear, almost small enough to be ignored but already bruising. "Shit, is that a hickey?" She asks, staring at you with disgust.
"Michelle, watch the road for god's sake!" You exclaimed, grabbing the wheel out of her hand. "Goddamn it, for someone who's so observant, you should really be paying more attention."
"It's fresh! Was Parker there this morning?" Michelle's tone was horrified, and you avoided her eyes, knowing she'd immediately find the guilt flooding yours. "(Y/N), I thought you were done with him. I thought you were breaking it off."
"I was, I really was, but last night he came over–"
"I don't want to hear this."
"–and he was all beat up and he didn't even try to sleep with me, he just got into my bed and cuddled with me, and this morning I was really going to do it again but he was being so sweet and I just–" You pause, looking for a way to put this that won't make Michelle either gag or slap one of the two of you. "I just wondered if maybe if our thing is, you know, evolving." You theorize, and when your best friend looks at you with pity, you nod your head, defeated. "I know, I know."
She doesn't speak, just giving you a sympathetic (or as close as she can come to it) pat on the arm and heading towards the school.

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