Tom Holland Imagines

Daddy Issues (Peter Parker)

*Your POV*

    "Oh my god, Dad!" I blushed profusely. "I don't have a boyfriend, I swear!"

    My dad relaxed at this, and leaned back in his chair at the dining table.

    "Ok." He sipped on his coffee, and continued to read the news on his tablet. My dad was extremely tech savvy. I mean, he should be considering he was THE Tony Stark.

    I let out a breath that I hadn't realized I was holding. The truth was, I had gotten a boyfriend recently, and nothing ever got past my dad. If he knew who I was dating, there would be two very dead teens. A knock sounded at the door, before Peter Parker peeked his head in. I stiffened. He looked up at me and smiled, and I blushed before we both looked away. My dad looked up from the news, and sighed.

    "I'll be back tonight, (Y/N). We have some Avengers stuff to get done today." He stood up and kissed my forehead. He shooed Peter out the door before following him. Once the door closed, I made a run for my room. I was stopped on the way by my step mom, Pepper.

    "Pepper!" I squealed, holding my hand to my chest because she nearly gave me a heart attack.

    "Can we talk for a second?" She asked, looking both loving and stern at the same time. I loved Pepper. I nodded and leaned against the wall next to my bedroom door.

    "So your dad has grown a little suspicious..." she mumbled.

    "Of what?" I asked, worried about where this was going.

    "He opened up to me about his theory that you have a secret boyfriend. Now, you know how strict and overprotective he can get about boys...I convinced him that teenage girls just grow distant from their dads at this age, and he seemed to buy it for now. However, something interesting happened last night that I think we should talk about just between us..." she ranted with a blush.

    "What?" I asked softly, my gut clenching in nervousness at what she was about to say.

    "Well your dad was passed out asleep, but I stayed up last night reading in the windowsill..." Pepper looked down awkwardly, and I knew exactly where this was going.

     "I saw a certain red and blue clothed boy climbing out your window," she finished.

     "Oh my god," I was blushing horribly now, and hid my head in my hands.

    "Your father will actually kill Peter Parker if he finds out, you know? Like I'm pretty sure when he first took Peter under his wing at work, he deliberately told him that you were off limits. I guess I'm just trying to say that you need to be more careful. If he asks, I know nothing." She gave me a smile and a wink before walking away. I slid into my room, and shut the door.

Fuck.

    I spent the whole day on my laptop, watching Netflix, waiting for Peter to get done doing Spider-Man things with my dad. It was nearly 9pm when he crawled through my window. He tore off his mask, and smiled at me. I grinned because of how hot he looked slightly sweaty in his Spider-Man suit. He quietly shut my window behind him. I got up and locked my bedroom door so that my dad didn't walk in looking for me, and see Peter in my bed. I laid back down, and Peter plopped down on my bed with me. He pulled me in for a kiss, and I rolled on top of him. We just kissed for a few minutes, before I rolled back off and grabbed my laptop. We watched The Office for awhile, as I laid in his arms. My dad was still at work, so I felt comfortable and relaxed just hanging with Peter.

     About an hour and a half passed, and it was nearly 11pm by the time I shut my laptop. I looked up to see Peter looking down at me with a smile on his lips. He was perfection. He leaned down and connected our lips again. He got up and pulled his suit off, mumbling something about it being too hot. It left him in just his boxers, nothing I hadn't seen before. He got back down on my bed, and hovered over me as we made out. I let out a moan as he began kissing and sucking on my neck. He was about to slip my shirt over my head, when a knock sounded at my door.

    "Shit! Closet!" I whispered, as I pushed him off of me and shoved him into the closet. I flattened my hair, before unlocking my bedroom door. I quickly jumped back on my bed, opened my laptop, and yelled "come in!"

     My dad walked in, and I smiled casually.

    "How was work?" I asked.

    "Fine...I got home a few minutes ago. I thought I heard suspicious noises coming from in here."

    "Nope. Just watching Netflix!" I covered, pointing at my laptop. Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a red sleeve peeking out from under my bed. Oh shit...the Spider-Man suit. My dad looked down in the direction I was looking, and his eyes focused on the article of clothing as he squinted. He must have realized what it was, because his face flashed with anger. I got up and stood between him and the rest of my room.

    "Where is he?" He asked, angrier than I'd ever seen him.

    "Dad, calm down. It's not what it looks like..."

    "Parker!" He screamed, and Pepper immediately appeared in the door behind my dad, looking at me with an expression of horror.

    "Tony, calm down—" she tried, but he moved past me, and looked under the bed. He found nothing but the suit, and picked it up. He turned on his heel to the closet, and I ran up and tried to pull him back from opening the closet. It was no use, and he threw the closet door open. Peter stood there, in just his boxers, trying to cover himself up like nothing was out of place.

    "Hi, Mr. Stark—" his voice cracked.

    "Out!" He screamed, and Peter tumbled out of the closet.

    "Dad—"

    "What were you two doing?" He fumed.

    "Nothing!" I yelled, afraid of what he'd do if he found out that Peter and I were about to have sex, and it wasn't the first time either. Peter looked between me, Pepper, and Tony with wide eyes.

    "I can go if that's best..." Peter offered.

    "No, I have to settle a few things first." My Dad grumbled, turning to look at Peter. "Are you dating my daughter?"

    "Y—Yes sir," Peter said nervously. My dad's eyes darkened, and I knew what he was about to ask.

    "Have you...slept with my daughter?" Tony choked out.

    "Uh—" Peter looked over at me for a second to see if I was going to let him say yes, but the "uh" was enough of an answer for my dad. I saw Pepper cover her eyes at the awkward situation.

    "Get out of here Parker, we'll talk about this tomorrow when my family isn't right here watching." My dad stated calmly. He threw the suit at Peter and turned to me.

    "We are going to have a talk in the morning." He said sternly before storming out of my bedroom. Pepper followed him, and tried to calm him.

    "Shit." Peter said as he ran a hand through his hair.

    "See you tomorrow?" I asked with a grin.

   "Wow you're cute when you're being rebellious," Peter laughed. I pulled Peter down for a quick kiss before ushering him out the window. No matter what my dad said, I loved Peter. I was going to find a way to be with him.