Tom Holland Imagines

Peter Parker ; Jealous

It was happening again. Flash Thompson was holding Gordon Lancey above his plate, forcing his face into his food. A large group had surrounded the bully and victim and had began chanting 'eat it' repeatedly. "Hey Parker, come on, get a picture of this," Flash commanded. A small argument was thrown back and forth between your boyfriend, Peter, and Flash, Midtown High's claimed bully. "Put him down, Eugene!" taunted Peter. Immediately, Flash tossed the scrawny boy to the ground and began beating your boyfriend to the ground. Shoves, kicks, and punches were thrown at him until he could not get up.

"Flash, are we still on for after school today? My house, 3:30? I hope you've been doing your homework. Last time I was very disappointed in you," you said. "Flash, how about we go to class? How about it?" The bully wandered off with his group of followers in tow. You offered your hand to Gordon who took it and quickly ran off, muttering a small 'thank you' on his way. Peter was still curled up in a ball when you went over to him. "(Y/N)" he groaned. You frowned a little bit before standing up and taking his hands, pulling him to his feet and helping him gain balance. "Are you okay, sweetheart? I'm sorry I came in so late," you asked him while holding him close in your embrace. He smiled gently and reciprocated the hug while telling you he was okay. "Why do you need to tutor Flash? Why can't it be someone else?" he asked, slight anger in his tone. "Because no one else would do it," you told him sincerely. "Come on, let's get to class."

After school, Flash came over to your apartment to study. You took him to your room and laid your work on the floor, proposing him to do so as well. While you bent over to place your items on the ground, he was eyeing your behind (something you didn't notice). You sat on the ground, as did he, and began tutoring him for two and a half hours. Once he had left at six, you settled down on your bed to begin your work. Seconds later, Peter entered through your window with a red face.

Peter has lived in the apartment opposite yours ever since he was five years old. You and your family have lived in your apartment for three. His bedroom was directly across from yours, a two foot gap between your fire escape and his window. A few months ago, he installed a little bridge-like area to connect his window and the escape so he could access your room with ease.

"What's up, Petey? You're looking like Elmo with that red face," you told him while moving over to him. He looked at you while standing still for a moment before launching the both of you across the room onto your bed. He began kissing you ferociously, which although you enjoyed, you had no clue as to why he was acting like this.

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You gently placed a hand on his chest, pushing him from you. "What's going on, Peter?" He face planted into your pillow and mumbled something. "What?" He looked up at you and said, "Didn't you see how Flash kept eyeing you? From the first moment you got into your room he had his eyes on your ass and it was extremely inappropriate. He kept ignoring what you were saying and like... i dunno... being all rude and... yeah. He was flirting with you and being disrespectful and you're... you're my girl, not his."

You looked at him with adoration. It's a look he loved ever since he had seen you. Your eyebrows high, eyes wide, nose slightly wrinkled, and your mouth pulled into a cheeky smile. "You're jealous," you announced. "What? No! I don't have to be-" "You're jealous because he is deemed the 'hot guy' in school and he was flirting with me. You think he will take me away from you because you think I am out of your league. Am I right, or am I right?" He looked down at his crossed legs with an expression of disappointment and nodded.

You sighed and moved to straddle his lap, pressing a kiss to his temple before placing your pointer finger underneath his chin, tilting his head up. You peppered kisses all over his face before kissing his lips gently. "I am yours. No one else's. I am not out of your league. You got me. I'm here. I'm yours," you kissed his cheeks, "I'm yours," you kissed his nose, "I'm yours," you said finally before locking lips with the boy who you love oh so much. Let's just say, he wasn't scared of Flash, or anyone, taking you away from him ever again.