CEO!Tom | Tom Holland imagine
Inspired by @tbholland CEO!Tom night
This imagine can also be found on my wattpad @Autumn5767
Summary: Youâre Tomâs assistant and you two have been going out and one night Tom decides to make it official
âYes, Iâll relay the message. Have a good afternoon, sir,â you sighed hanging up the phone. You were in the middle of something very important when your bosses office phone started to ring. It was a CEO from another company calling for an important business meeting that had yet to be scheduled. But you were busy and the only CEO you had time for was Mr. Holland, or Tom, as you usually called him, and you two were busy at the moment.
âDarling, stop fidgeting. Who was on the phone?â Mr. Holland asked pulling you back onto his lap where you where moments before answering the phone.
âNo one, Thomas. Now kiss me,â you demanded. Less than I second later Tomâs lips where latched onto yours. His large hands cradling your jaw as you ran yours through his hair. The feeling of his slightly chapped lips against yours, driving you mad. Soon enough you were pulling away from each other, desperate for air. Your hot breath hitting his collarbone as you bury your face in the crook of his neck, skin exposed where you had tugged on his dress shirt before.
âTom,â you pant, still slightly out of breath. You could practically feel the smirk growing on Tomâs face.
He took your chin in his thumb and forefinger, tilting you head up to look at him. Tom smiles at you, âYes, love?â he leaned down, mouth right next to your ear, âDo I take your breath away?â
Your quiet for a moment before you say, âEvery time.â
Tom trails his lips down to your neck, leaving light, feathery kisses. He starts to suck on the skin, attempting to leave a mark. You moan as he goes lower, lips ghosting over your collarbone. He starts to get a little handsy and tries to unbutton your blouse, but you pull his face back up to yours and place his hands on your thigh instead before he even gets the chance.
His swollen lips met yours once again, his tongue swiping across your lip, taking it in between his teeth, tugging gently. Tom coaxes his tongue into your mouth, standing up and pulling you close to him. Your hands reach up, tugging on his hair as he hoists you up onto his desk. A small groans leaves Tomâs lips as you wrap your legs around his waist and pull him even closer, if possible.
Youâre so close to just saying âfuck itâ and removing yours and Tomâs clothes right there but a loud knock causes you two to pull apart. Tom backs up and gives you room to get off the desk and smooth down your hair and clothes. You make sure any marks Tom left are covered up before going to sit down at his desk and start some work that needed to be done.
Tom runs a shaky hand through his messy hair before speaking in a loud voice, âCome in,â he looks to you and smiles, shaking his head, as the door opens. âwhat is it?â He asks the secretary as they stepp through the door.
âHello, Mr. Holland. You have a meeting at 3:30, in fifteen minutes.â She said, looking at Tom then to you and back to Tom again.
Your eyes widened, realizing that you forgot to tell Tom about the meeting he had that afternoon. You looked over at him, smiling sheepishly, âSorry, mustâve slipped my mind Mr. Holland.â He just glared and the secretary took that as her cue to leave and swiftly exited the room, the door swinging shut behind her.
âY/N,â tom sighed, walking over to you,âhow could we forget about this meeting, weâve known about it for weeks!â He said exasperated.
You chuckled, âWell, we were a little bit preoccupied.â Tom smiled at that, letting out a chuckle if his own, âYouâre right,â he smirked.
âDinner, tonight? Iâll pick you up at 6:30.â he asked, eyes pleading. You looked at him for a moment, his curly hair, dazzling smile, beautiful brown eyes. You had fallen for him and vice versa. âThat sounds lovely, Thomas. I can hardly wait.â
âGreat. See you then, love.â Tom kissed you on your forehead and grabbed his briefcase off his desk and hurried down to the meeting, making it with only a minute or two to spear.
Tom arrived at quarter after 6:00, not wanting be late. Whenever you two would plan to go out, he would show up early. You and Tom werenât official yet. For one neither of you wanted it to affect your job as his assistant, and two, neither of you knew how to approach the situation. The two of you went on dates regularly but had never actually brought up being boyfriend and girlfriend. Tom planned to change that tonight.
When you opened your front door for tom you were greeted by a huge grin and a bouquet of your favorite flowers. You accept the flowers and grabbed Tomâs hand, pulling him inside to wait while you finished getting ready. Tom had said that the two of you werenât going anywhere too fancy, which was just what you liked, nothing too extravagant.
Once you were finished getting ready Tom escorted you to his car and opened the door for you and shut it closed when you were in. He got in on the driverâs side and drove off. Tom decided to take you to a cute little restaurant downtown. He took you there once before and he remembered that you absolutely loved it. The two of you sat in a quiet little area until the food you ordered arrived.
After dinner, Tom thought it was the perfect opportunity to talk about where your relationship stood. Tom stared at the table for a moment until he gathered the courage to speak, âY/NâŚ.,â Tom trailed off, âOh, darling, this is harder than I thought it would be.â
You reach over and place your hand on Tomâs, âIts alright, Tom,â you say smiling. He looks up at you, letting out a shaky breath. Then he speaks, âY/N, I love you so much. I want to be with you, so what do you say, love? Will you be my girlfriend,â
He looked so nervous, pouring his heart and soul out to you. You stood up abruptly and Tomâs eyes widened, thinking you were going to say no and leave him.
Instead you walked over to his side of the table and pulled him up.
âOf course, Thomas,â you breathe out. âI love you too, so so much.â
Tom raps his arms around you, exhaling in relief. âThank God. Now how about we get out of here?â
He pays the bill and moments later youâre both in Tomâs car, Â driving to his place. The ride is silent other than the sound of each otherâs breathing. Your hand is on the center console and Tom reaches over, intertwining your hands. You smile as you stare out the window.
Arriving at Tomâs was a blur, you donât remember getting out of the car or how you ended up in Tomâs penthouse, in his room, on his bed. Youâre mind was a mess right now. You could feel Tomâs lips on your hot skin, sucking and biting. Soon your dress was off, along with Tomâs clothes, thrown haphazardly around the room.
Tom brought his lips up to yours, nipping at your lip. You suddenly realized what a long day it had been and pulled away. âNot tonight, Tom,â you said.
He looks down at you, understanding in his eyes as he nods. âOkay. Do you want some clothes?â He gets up, walking to his wardrobe pulling out two t-shirts and sweats. He hand you a shirt and pants and you take them, both of you getting dressed.
You climb into Tomâs bed and wait for him to turn of the lights and join you. He slides in next to you and pulls the covers over you two, rapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer to him. You bury your face in his chest, sighing in content before you remember something important.
âYou have a meeting in the morning.â
Tom groans. âWell, at least I have you to get me through it. I love you, darling.â
