Tom Holland Imagines

10 | Unexpected

*Warning: sexual content(no smut though)*

"Wow..." You breathed heavily as you lay beside Tom Holland. Your body was covered in sweat and your hair stuck to your back. You turned over in the large bed and covered your chest with the thin sheet. "I should get going. I'm gonna take a shower." 

"Okay. Want me to join?" Tom wiggled his eyebrows at you. 

You rolled your eyes. "You're the worst, Holland." You fetched the robe from the end of the bed and draped it around your body, moving slowly enough to tease Tom with your bare body. You smirked over your shoulder before heading into the bathroom that was connected to the hotel room. 

You stepped under the hot shower and let the water wash down your tired body. 

This had been going on for about seven months now. You and Tom met up in secret. No one knew you even knew each other, let alone that you met up at least once every week when Tom wasn't out of town for his job. 

But you weren't in a relationship. All you did whenever you saw each other was sleep together. That's all. That doesn't sound like the perfect way to spend time with someone, but it worked. It was the perfect way for the two of you to blow off steam.

You would meet up at his apartment when he was sure no one was going to come by, or your place when your parents were not home. Or like now, you'd get a cheap hotel room. 

You pretended not to know each other whenever you ran into each other in public to prevent the paps from ever finding out about the two of you knowing each other. Tom wanted to shield you from all the bad things the media could say about you and you admired that. If anyone would find out about your secret rendezvous, everything you had worked so hard to protect would fall apart. You had even made Tom swear not to say anything to Harrison. 

You turned off the shower and got dressed again. You entered the hotel room again and saw Tom had gotten dressed as well. "You can go first, my driver will be here in a couple of minutes," He said and you nodded while collecting your phone and wallet from the dresser. 

"Don't get mad, but I came across your facebook page and I saw that it's your birthday next week," Tom said and you looked at him with widened eyes. 

"You were stalking me?" You asked with an amused tone. 

"Not stalking, it came up in my suggested list," Tom defended himself. You giggled. "As I was saying, I think we should do something special for your birthday" He continued. 

"Tom..." You started. "We talked about this. No strings attached, remember?" You said. 

"I know that. It's just that it's your birthday, Y/N," He shrugged. 

You smiled softly. "We both agreed never to get each other something or go out. What do you suggest we do?" 

"We could just get a hotel room, order some room service and watch a movie or something?" He suggested. 

You puckered your lips. "Yeah, that sounds good. No crazy things, though!" You warned. He defensively held up his hands. 

"No crazy things, I promise," He said. 

"Good." You nodded. "I'll text you." 

***

A week had passed since you had last seen Tom and you were now on your way to the hotel Tom had told you to come to. Upon arrival, you realised that it wasn't one of those low-budget hotels that were solely used for one night stays. It was a fancy, large hotel with actual class. 

You frowned and checked the address again. It was right. 

You entered the lobby and walked straight to the check-in counter. "I've made a reservation on Hall," You said and the woman checked the room number for you.

After the first few meetups, you and Tom realised you needed an undercover name that couldn't be traced by possible fans and reporters, so you came up with Hall because that was probably the most common last name in the history of last names. No one would suspect anything.

"Yes, right here. Room 455. Mister Hall is already present, miss," The woman said. You frowned but thanked her nonetheless. 

You and Tom had agreed on you being the first one there, yet he was earlier than you. Or the woman had looked at the wrong name and you were about to walk straight into a stranger's room.

You took the elevator to the fourth floor and quickly found the correct room. You knocked three times and you heard stumbling inside the room. Seconds later, it was pulled open to reveal Tom in a formal white shirt.

You raised a brow. "Don't say anything, just close your eyes and give me your hand." After a second of hesitation, you closed your eyes and offered him your hand. You couldn't ignore the warmth that surged through your arm as his skin touched yours. You shook off the feeling and let him lead you into the room. You felt a gush of wind and you assumed Tom had taken you outside. 

He stopped you and turned you around. "Okay, open up!" He said and you slowly peeked through your eyelashes. A beautifully set table stood before you. A flickering candle stood next to a bouquet of red and white roses. 

"Tom..." You breathed. "I-I don't know what to say..." 

"I've been meaning to talk to you about something, Y/N. These past seven months that we've spent together has been amazing, but I can't do it anymore. Not like this. I want everyone to know that we're together." He turned you to face him. "Y/N, will you please be my girlfriend?" He asked as he hopefully awaited your reaction. 

A smile tugged at the corners of your lips. "I'd love nothing more, Tom," You grinned before you wrapped your arms around his neck. His lips instantly found yours as he kissed you hungrily. His hands travelled down your back to the back of your thighs. 

"Jump," he breathed in between kisses and you did as you were told. He held your weight in his arms as he carried you back inside. At the sight of the bed, a gasp left your mouth. Tons of red rose petals were scattered on the white sheets. "It's not too corny, is it?" He asked carefully. 

You giggled. "It's not. It's the sweetest thing anyone's ever done for me," You lovingly answered and he smiled as a red blush spread on his cheeks. Your hands took the sides of his face as you pulled him back in for another kiss. 

He placed you down on the sheets as his legs straddled your body. You tugged at the hem of his shirt and he smoothly took it off before hurdling it across the room. His mouth travelled down to your neck and collarbone as you wiggled yourself out of your shirt. Both of your trousers soon followed and not much later, your underwear was gone as well.