Tom Holland Imagines

Heated Training

I tightened the glove on my left hand and rolled my shoulders as I jumped up and down, getting ready to run through the sequence I had been working on all morning.

I heard the door open and footsteps follow as I started to run through the sequence. I could feel the gaze of whoever walked in the door through the whole rest of my session. I tried to ignore the feeling of someone watching me as I hit the bag harder.

Right. Left. Right. Left. Right. Right. Jab. Right. Left. Uppercut.

I added some moves here and there and threw in some random kicks. I ended with a strong blow to the bag and took a few steps back, trying to catch my breath. I jumped when I heard a loud laugh followed by clapping. I turned around to see none other than Peter Parker smirking at me from across the room. I groaned as I grabbed my water, realizing I was in shorts, a sports bra, and a tight tank top. Not to mention the fact that I was covered in sweat. I took a long drink with my back to him.

"Man, did you really let that punching bag have it. Do you always sound like a dying cow when you work out?" He laughed.

"Were you always an ass or did being an Avenger go to your small 12 year old brain?" I shot back.

"You know, Y/N if you were any normal girl you'd be in love with me. But then again, you are the farthest thing from normal."

"Awww too bad you can't be 'Spider-Man' all the time right? Just little old Penis Parker." I turned when he didn't have a comeback for me. I felt victorious as I saw Peter grip his knuckles in anger, making his knuckles turn white. "Awww poor Penis Parker. Did I hit a pressure point? Poor little Spider-Boy."

Some people probably look at how Peter and I treat each other and wonder why we haven't tried to kill each other. Here's the thing, when we are fighting bad guys and trying to save the hostages, our little feud is nonexistent. But the minute we step into the Avenger's secret headquarters, we are back at each other's throats.

I turned back to the bag and fixed my gloves. I rolled my shoulders before going back to my routine.

"What do you want, baby spider?" I said between punches after I noticed him standing behind me.

"Just admiring the view."

"Well, you can look but you can't touch." I said sending a wink over my shoulder.

"Oh really?" I gasped when two hands touched my bare shoulders. "And what are you going to do if I moved my hands like this?" I bit my lip as he slid his hands down my arms. Suddenly, he grabbed my wrists, put them above my head and turned me around, pushing me against the punching bag. I bit my tongue as he pressed himself up against me.

"You know, I think you are just acting like you hate me when in reality," he paused. He leaned forward and whispered into my ear, "I think you actually like me." His breath made the hair on the back of my neck stand up.

Smirking, I brought my knee up and kneed him in the lower stomach. My arms fell back to my side as Peter fell the the floor clutching his stomach. With a proud smile plastered on my face I dramatically stepped over him and laughed, "Dislike is a better word for it."

I gasped when suddenly two arms wrapped around me, one across my shoulders and the other across my stomach. "What are you going to do now?" Peter taunted.

Smirking, I grabbed his shoulder blade and tossed him over my shoulder. He landed on the mat with a thud. Before I could say a smart remark, he kicked my knees making me fall on my back and quickly crawled onto top of me, pinning my arms above my head.

"You are enjoying this way to much," I grunted, trying to free myself.

"You're damn right I am." He leaned down and hungrily pressed his lips to mine. I moaned as our lips moved in sync and his hands slid down my arms before landing on my waist. He slipped his fingers under my tank top and rubbed circles on my hips with his thumbs. He bit my lip, making me gasp. He took the advantage and slipped his tongue into my mouth. I reached up and ran my fingers through his hair making him moan. I bit my lip as he moved his lips to my neck.

"Peter," I moaned as he sucked on my sweet spot. He left my neck and went back to my already swollen lips.

He pulled away, both of us breathless. Silently, Peter got off me and helped me up. We were both standing in the middle of the mat, Peter still holding my hands in his.

We jumped apart when we heard the elevator ding, signaling someone was coming up. I went to my gym bag while Peter walked over to the punching bag.

"Hey you two," Natasha called walking in with Clint behind him.

"Surprised you two haven't killed each other yet," Clint laughed.

"It's still early." I said sarcastically as I walked past Peter. I sent him a secret wink and grabbed his ass as I passed.

"My room. Tonight. Round two." I whispered so only he could hear before walking towards the elevator.