tom holland imagines

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Warm sunlight spilled in through the curtains, bathing the entire room in a warm, golden light. Tom was still in bed next to you, neither of you having any specific plans for your Sunday. You watched the way his bare chest rose and fell with each breath he took, his smooth, tan skin exposed from the waist up, those chocolate brown curls you loved oh-so-much, splayed out across his pillow messily. It was almost too warm next to him - your own personal furnace - but it was this warmth that you craved so often when he was gone for months to film a new movie, or even just when he was a bit too far away on the couch.

Hand sliding across his skin, you scooted in closer to him, nestling into his side, your nose finding the perfect spot to press into the crook of his neck. To breathe in his warmth, and let the heavy feeling of sleep almost pull you back under. His arm curved around your waist, holding you just a little tighter, the pads of his fingers brushed underneath the shirt of his that was still the only thing covering your torso from the night before. It didn't take long until you were fast asleep once again, tucked into Tom's arms.

By the time you woke up again, you could feel your boyfriend's gaze on you without even opening your eyes. It was still warm, making it oh-so-tempting to fall back asleep once more, but he didn't give you a chance as his lips grazed your hairline, his voice soft against your skin, "I know you're up. Good morning, baby."

"Nuh-uh," you grunted, attempting to roll back over and fall asleep, "'m still sleeping."

"No, you're not," Tom all but giggled, his hands grasping your hips to pull you back to him, "We gotta get up, doll."

You let out a soft whine, "Don't wanna. Can we just stay here all day?"

Tom laughed quietly, the tip of his nose pressing into the skin just below your ear as he kissed your jaw, "We gotta get up, baby. Mum texted, asked us to come over in a bit."

As much as you loved Tom's family, you were kinda hoping to stay in all day with your boyfriend, snuggled up together. "Ugh, fine," you grumbled as you forced your eyes open, only to find Tom mere centimeters away from your face. He looked just as pretty, if not prettier, as he did earlier that morning.

It was quiet as the two of you stared at each other for a few moments. Eventually, your hand came up, brushing a few of those unruly curls out of his face, a hint of a smile tugging at your lips, "You're so pretty, baby."

Scoffing, Tom's head shook, his hair tickling your cheek, "Nah. 'M supposed to say that to you, darlin'."

"Mm, 's just true," you replied, the tips of your fingers tracing across your boyfriend's perfect face. His cheeks blushed pink under your touch, eyes fluttering closed, his long lashes kissing his sculpted cheekbones. He really was the prettiest person you'd ever seen, no matter what he thought. Letting out one last sigh, you leaned up on your elbow so you could peer down at your boyfriend and press a soft kiss to his lips before finally getting up and out of bed.

It took a moment, but Tom rolled out of bed after you, his warm hands gliding over your hips as he passed by, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek on his way to the bathroom. You couldn't help but reach out as he slipped by, just in time to pinch his side playfully. He let out a yelp, sending you a mischievous glare that you knew meant he'd be getting you back later for that.

Moving into the closet, you sifted through your closet for a few seconds before pulling out your favorite sundress. It was yellow and covered with tiny white flowers - perfect for the light summery day outside. As you lifted Tom's shirt over your head to replace it with the dress, you found that your torso had been covered in dark purple marks from the night before.

Your fingers traced over the bruises lightly, as the memories from last night replayed in your head. Tom's figure over yours. His lips ghosting across your skin, moving down your body, only pausing every so often to leave one of these marks. Not only had your stomach and chest been littered with the marks, but the tops of your thighs, too. You and Tom had always been careful about leaving marks on each other's bodies, not feeling the need to let the whole world see where the other had been, so thankfully, the dress covered all of them. It left them as a secret for just you and Tom.

As soon as you made your way downstairs, you let Tessa outside into the backyard so she could run around for a bit before you and Tom had to leave. It was much too nice to let the day go to waste, so you opened the windows in the kitchen to let the warm morning breeze blow in. You stood in front of the window for a few moments, letting the air wash over you, the corners of your lips pulling up into a small smile; you could stay there forever if it was an option.

Grabbing an apple from the fridge, you hopped up onto the island counter as you waited for Tom to come downstairs. You took a bite, leaning back on your hand as you continued to stare out the window, wishing that every day could be like this. These were the kind of days you didn't get very often. The kind of days that were warm and sunny in London. The kind of days where your boy was home, never too far for a hug or a kiss or a cuddle.

Tom found you in this same position when he finally made his way downstairs, and he couldn't help but pause in the doorway for a few moments to admire you. This - being here, seeing you so natural - was what he missed when he was away. "You ready to go?" he finally spoke up, wandering into the room and coming to a halt right in front of you.

"Mhm," you murmured in reply, hooking your legs around his waist to draw him in closer to you as you left the core of the apple on the counter. Leaning in closer to your boyfriend, you pressed a soft but quick kiss to his lips, fully intending to jump down and get on with the day.

However, after the quick kiss, Tom had another plan. His hands settled on your thighs, pulling you closer. His lips pressed to yours again as he kissed you a little more deeply, fingers denting into your skin lightly, tongue flicking out across your lips. He could taste the sticky sweetness from the apple on your lips, and couldn't get enough, "Mm. Taste sweet, doll. Love you."

Your hands trailed up his sides, fingers threading into the soft curls at the nape of his neck, pulling him in closer, closer, closer. All you wanted was to get lost in his kisses, and you nearly did as he left a trail of them down your neck. But, as he began to leave another mark, this time on the exposed skin of your neck, you couldn't help but laugh a little, pushing on his shoulders, "Tommy!"

"What? What's wrong?" he pulled back quickly, concern filling his eyes as his hands slid over your thighs comfortingly.

"Nothing," you gave him a reassuring smile, pecking his lips, "'M just all marked up already. And we don't need your family to see everywhere you've been."

"You are?" he asked, eyebrows furrowing together, "Where?"

Motioning for him to take a step back, you jumped off of the counter, pulling the hem of your dress up for him to see all of the marks adorning the tops of your thighs. You could see his jaw drop slightly, but you weren't quite done yet. Unbuttoning a few of the buttons on the top part of your dress, you exposed part of your chest and stomach, to show him all of the damage he'd done there, too, not that you minded.

Though his jaw was still slack, you could see the glint of pride in his eyes as he reached out, fingertips brushing as lightly as possible over the purple bruises, "Fuck. They don't hurt, do they?"

"No," you giggled, shaking your head and giving him a grin, "'s okay, I'm fine. 'S a good reminder of our time last night. Just figured we don't need your family to get any ideas."

Tom hummed thoughtfully, arms sliding around your waist again to pull you in against his chest. He pressed a kiss to the tip of your nose and gave you a cheeky smile, "Maybe you can return the favor later? Or I can just add to the collection..."

Letting out a snort of amusement, you patted Tom's chest softly, "Don't get too ahead of yourself, bub."