Tom Holland imagines <3

Don't fall in love with your boss• TH (au)

Summary: bodyguard!Tom, is sent to take care of you as you've had one too many death threats, now you live in a safe house with him, what will happen in your time alone?
Warnings: swearing, fluff, lil angst, pining, death threats, suggestive themes, the usual shit.
Word count: 1307

Your POV:
You didn't know how long you were gonna be in here. It all started when you had gotten a few death threats from your so called fans, and your dad had now hired you a body guard after you woke up one morning with your window open and a note beside your bed.

A death note, then you were in a meeting room with a few different men, but your dad chose one in particular, Tom Holland, he had body guarded a few other celebrities, such as Zendaya, Jacob batalon, Andrew Garfield and even Robert Downey jr!

And the next day, you were in a safe house with a guy you barely knew. He was a charmer, he made you your meals, told you where he'd be if he changed rooms, made sure you were alright every now and then, not pushy, so you warmed up to him quickly, but still, you wanted to get to know him a little better.

You walked into the kitchen that was connected to the living room, and he was stood in grey sweats, and a white top that was slightly loose around him, but you could see his gun and holster sticking through the shirt.

"Hey" you said softly leaning against the island table, he turned around and smiled softly before going back to what ever he was stirring in the pot.

"Hey, you okay?" He asked in the same tone.

"Yeah, what you making tonight?" You asked, biting your lip lightly, as you couldn't help but let your eyes wander over the boy, he was built, but not too much, and oh how did you love those curls.

"Just tomato soup tonight love" he chuckled, stopping stirring and pouring the soup into two bowls that he already brought out.

And yes, that was another thing, he was that type of guy to use nicknames apparently, he used them on you anyway, such as: love, darling, sweetheart and once he called you peaches.

"I love tomato soup, my grandma used to make a whole buffet type thing when she invited us for soup, anything you could imagine to dip into the soup" you rambled on, which you stopped after you heard him chuckle, making your cheeks flush.

"No no I'm not laughing at you, your grandma sounds lovely" he nodded, handing you your bowl of soup before you sat opposite each other.

"So, you got any funny family stories in return?" You attempted, hoping he'd open up a little bit.

"Well me and my brothers like to prank each other a lot" he started, which you quietly said 'yeah' to keep him talking.

"There was this one time when Harry called me saying that Tessa had made a mistake on my bed, and when I came running through my head hit cling film and I went tumbling to the floor" he chuckled, you quietly returned the chuckle, but you couldn't help but wonder who 'Tessa' was, you didn't know why there was a pang in your chest.

"Who's Tessa?" You asked softly, while you both slowly ate your soup.

"Tessa is my dog peaches" he smirked, there was that nickname again, the nickname that made you feel things, a fluttering heart, and this time it went straight to your core with that smirk.

"What kind" you coughed, looking anywhere but his eyes.

"Blue Staffy, she's the sweetest thing" he nodded, and you finally met his eyes, they were dark with desire, his smirk still present.

"Why are you smirking like that?" You chuckled, he returned it and shook his head, taking another spoon of his soup.

"Did you think Tessa was my girlfriend?" He asked, a smirk still present on his face, which you were sure his cheek would get sore.

"Well I don't know" you stuttered, not being able to find a good enough excuse, shutting your eyes right.

"No, I don't have a girl" he shrugged, making your eyes shoot open, no way.

"Seriously? How can you not!?" You said, making him chuckle and shrug again.

"I don't know, I'm just waiting for that girl that-" he started, taking a breather before looking back at you. "That makes my heart flutter, that manages to make me blush, makes me smile" he said softly, noticing you had both finished your soup and taking your and his dish into the sink.

You of course followed him slowly to the sink, standing close behind him, and when he turned around his breath hitched, but none of you moved a muscle.

"Have you ever met someone that's made you feel that way?" You whispered, gulping slightly as you noticed his change in attitude, his posture straightened, his breathing was slow, his eyes were full blown black.

"Once" he answered lowly, you looked down slightly.

"Who with?" You asked in a whisper, fiddling with the hem of your t-shirt.

He didn't answer, instead his hand gently ran up the side of your arm, at a feathers touch, then along your neck, then along your jaw, to tilt up your head so you stared him in the eyes.

You both started leaning into each other, your eyes fluttered shut before finally the gap was closed. His lips were soft on yours, the palm of his hand was on your jaw and his fingers were on the top of your neck.

You both sighed into the kiss, making him smirk into it, he moved his hands to your ass, giving each a firm squeeze before moving down to your thighs and lifting you up with ease, and lifting you onto the island table.

"Fuck love, the things you've been doing to me" he groaned, moving his kisses down to your neck and leaving nippy open mouthed kisses on you, no doubt leaving marks, to prove you were now his.

"Bedroom Tommy" you whispered, pulling at the roots of his curls, making him grown into your skin before lifting you off the island, making way to your bedroom.

"Oh baby, I'm gonna rock your world" he smirked, which you returned.

"I have no doubt about it"

~
Your eyes fluttered open next morning, your naked bodies tangled in each other and the sheets, you felt light kisses being pressed to your shoulders, making you smile and roll over.

"Hey beautiful" he spoke, his voice still groggy from waking up.

"Hey handsome" you smiled, he bit his lip lightly and leaned in, pressing your lips together lightly. But your peaceful morning was interrupted when you both heard glass break in the kitchen, making you both jolt.

"Stay here" he said sternly, taking the gun from the bedside table and leaving you in the room alone, he pulled on his boxers and left, which you passed the time nervously putting on clothes, aka your panties and his shirt, that was extremely large on you.

When he got back he mumbled something about 'just a mouse, broke a glass cup' making you turn around, he was staring at you in 'awe'.

"That my shirt?" He asked with that smirk.

"Uh yeah, it was the first thing I could find to keep me decent before I died" you chuckled, shrugging your shoulders. "I- I can take it off" you suggested, but he shook his head.

"No no, keep it on, but take of your panties" he said lowly, stalking his way carefully over to you. You smirked and shook your head and followed on with his request.

"Good, now get back into bed. Now, time for round 4"