Peter Parker (Tom Holland) imagines

spidey

y/n pov:

I was sitting on my best friend, Peter's bed, waiting for him to come him from his Stark internship.

I heard the window open and I watched as Spiderman crawled into Peter's room. I was speechless as I watched him take his mask off to reveal Peter.

I watched him close the door, jumping down and letting out a breath of relief.

"P-Peter?" I asked.

"Y/N!" He said shocked. I looked at him, standing in the red and blue spandex suit that hugged his muscles perfectly.

"Your Spiderman?" I asked.

"I-uh-"

I stood up.

"Are you mad?"

"I just found out that the fucking kid I'm in love with is probably the hottest superhero to ever exist, why would I be mad?" I asked.

He looked at me.

"OH SHIT!" I groaned, realizing I had just told him I liked him.

"You-"

"Can we just forget about that Peter, please?" I asked.

He looked at me.

"No,"

"Peter please, can we please forget about that?"

He looked at me, smirking and shot a web towards me.

It wrapped around my waist, pulling me close to him.

I was pressed up against his chest, our faces inches apart.

"H-h-hi," I breathed out.

"Hey," he smiled.

"P-Peter I-I-"

I was cut off by his lips on mine.

His hands were resting on the small of my back, pulling me closer to him if that was possible.

When he pulled away he looked down at me.

"What was that for?" I asked.

"I love you too," he smiled.

I giggled, looking up at him.

"You sure about that, Parker?"

"I've never been more sure of anything in my life," he said.

I felt my cheeks flush up.

I pressed my lips to his again, wrapping my arms around his neck.

He kissed back and pulled away.

"I need to take the suit off," he mumbled.

"Noooo," I whined.

"It makes you look hot,"

He chuckled.

"As much as you love me in the suit, it has to come off, I can't let Aunt May find out,"

I threw my head back and groaned.

"Sorry babe," he kissed my nose.

"Yeah, yeah," I said, taking a step back. He helped taking the web off me first, the pulled his suit off, which left him in his boxers. He pulled a grey sweatshirt on and turned back to me.

"Now, where were we?"

"I think we were right about here," I smiled, placing his hands on my hips and my lips to his, that's when the door opened.

We both looked up, I was still in Peter's arms, to see Aunt May.

"Sorry, I burned dinner again. How does Thai sound? And how about you eat with us, Y/N?"

I smiled.

"Perfect,"

"Oh and Peter, put some pants on," she stated, closing the door again.

When it was shut I faced Peter and laughed hysterically.

"Y/N! What do you think she thinks of us now? I was standing here, in my boxers!"

I laughed.

"I'm sorry Peter,"

He just rolled his eyes and pulled his pair of jeans on.

"Come here," I grabbed part of his sweatshirt and pulled him close to me, pressing my lips to his.

He pulled away.

"What was that for?"

I shrugged my shoulders.

"I love you," I smiled.

"I love you more,"