Concept: reader teases tom in only a shirt and small panties for its wash day and Tom is starting to loose his mind
The one thing tom hated about this damned safehouse was that he could not have any privacy at all. With all the rooms, all the space, he still couldn’t rub one out late at night due to the constant worry of someone coming in. He also didn’t like to think about rubbing one out on the job.
You on the other hand, you got bored with the strict rules tom placed on the house. You couldn’t go outside and he was near you 24/7, you were pretty sure he watched you sleep as he worried so much.
So with it being laundry day for you, you decided that the oversized hoodie and some old lacy underpants would do. Tom knew all your medical records, embarrassing childhood rashes and freckles to warn him incase anything happened, he knew everything so what was red pair of underwear to do?
A book cracked open on the couch as tom focused, nearly snapping in half as you walked across the living room.
“(Y/n),” he said almost in a sigh. “Put some clothes on.” He rubbed the bridge of his nose trying to erase the dirty thought.
“It’s hot, you won’t let me turn on the AC, all my clothes are in the wash and besides…I’m comfy.” You promised and teased. He sets down his book as you take out a tub of ice cream and start to eat away, sucking at the spoon in a teasing manner, he groans,
“Don’t do this.” He pushes and you shrug.
“Do what?” You bat your lashes and you throws his head back.
“Whatever the hell this is.” He waved his finger over your figure and you only shrug.
“This is nothing.” You promise him. His mind goes back to remembering he’s on the job. Technically he’s on the job. He certainly cannot fuck you or even have thoughts when he was supposed to take care of you.
“So if I wore nothing it wouldn’t bother you?” He looked at you as you sat down on the couch with the ice cream.
“Tom, we’re both adults, we’ve both seen bodies of the opposite sex…for some of us the same sex…who cares? Unless you’re a—“ you start and he stops you.
“I’m not.” He quickly says. His hands go to the hem of his shirt and he quickly strips it off.
“See? We’re okay.” You tell him as you swallow hard trying not to get flustered. You don’t remember him being this ripped. You can’t remember him with this many muscles.
“Are you sure? The ice cream is melting.” He smirks and you roll your eyes.
“Shut up.” You set the ice cream down. “And what? It’s fine. You feel cooler now yeah?” You ask and he looks at your sweatshirt. He can barely, just barely see your nipples poking through the fabric. No bra, this was a fun game.
“That sweatshirt seems hot, you don’t want to take it off?” He teases and you knew how far he wanted to push you. Frozen, he suddenly is closer to you. His breath near your neck as his hands come down to the hem of the sweatshirt.
“Your bedsheets washed yet?” He asked and you shook your head. Leaning in for a kiss but he moves back. “Words, words darling.” He says.
“No,” you only look at his lips. “I-I haven’t washed them yet.”
With your words, he grows a smirk that you quickly press your lips against to stop.
When you thought proving less clothes would make you cooler, only ended in yours and Toms sweaty bodies colliding
pairing: bodyguard!tom x mafiaboss!daughter!reader
a/n: I haven’t gotten much writing out, but this popped into my head!
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This was the one thing you promised yourself you wouldn’t do. You couldn’t believe that you had been so stupid as to let yourself end up in a situation like this. He was supposed to be your bodyguard. Your father would kill him if he ever found out about this. As the strong man laid next to you, all of those thoughts melted from your mind. You were consumed with his scent.
You moved so your head was on his bare chest. He liked to sleep without a shirt on, and you enjoyed having the extra warmth from his skin. You tranced his prominent abs absentmindedly and allowed your mind to drift back to the first time you were in the position. Your father hired Tom as your security guard when he found out you were able to sneak away from all of the other guards. You and Tom didn’t get along very well at first, but he grew on you after saving your life.
He caught you sneaking out of the house and instead of telling your father, he simply came with you, much to your dismay. It was probably good that he had come with, as there were a few gunshots at the party you went to. Tom took to protecting you instantaneously, earning a bullet in his ribs. The doctor ordered him to rest for a few weeks, and your father ordered you to take care of him. The next two weeks were spent on various couches throughout the mansion. The one in your room was most comfortable, so the most time was spent there. You two watched all sorts of movies, read a book or two, and played a few board games together. By the end of his healing, you two were nearly inseparable. It was lucky for the both of you that your father was about as observant as a blind snail.
Tom tapped just above your elbow, asking for your attention. You looked up at him with a lazy smile gracing your lips. “Your favorite food is macaroni and cheese. True or false?” He asked quietly.
You couldn’t help but chuckle at the simple game and answered, “true. You don’t like carrying your weapon. Yes or no?” you inquired, eyes flicking to the gun on the nightstand.
“Yes,” he drew in a deep breath before continuing. “You have feelings for me, too. Real or not real?” His voice was soft, but shaky. He was genuinely scared of your answer, but he was brave enough to ask for it. Things had been complicated between you and Tom since he had told you how much he cared about you a few days ago. They weren’t complicated enough for you and Tom to completely avoid each other, though. There were two beds in the safehouse, but the two of you preferred to be with each other.
You let the question sink in for a moment. Of course you had feelings for Tom. There was no way that two people in your situation wouldn’t develop feelings for each other. But did you have feelings for him or for the idea of him. Did you love the brown haired man lying next to you? Or did you love the idea of someone loving you for you and wanting to protect against all odds? Did you love Tom’s personality and his wit? Or did you love someone that made you laugh?
“Real, Thomas. Very real,” you whispered back. You watched a toothy smile spread across Tom’s face. His cheeks turned a light shade of pink as he studied you.
“You’re absolutely lovely, darling,” he whispered, pressing a slow and soft kiss against your forehead. Your eyes fluttered shut and you let yourself fall into bliss with his lips against you, so close to where you wanted them most.
“Mmm, do it again, Tommy,” you breathed out, not opening your eyes.
“Where do you want this one, darling?” he whispered, his accent sending shivers down your spine.
“I think you know,” you answered lightly.
You barely finished the words before Tom’s lips were moving in sync with yours. They were warm and smooth and everything you had hoped them to be. You gasped slightly when Tom ran his tongue along your bottom lip, in love with the new feeling. The kiss ended entirely too soon, but it left you shaken in all the best ways. You craved more of Tom. More of his kisses, more of his affections, more of his past, more of everything about him. Crave was barely the right word. Tom was a breath of fresh air, saving you from drowning the cold and icy sea.
“We should do that again…” Tom spoke softly, running a hand through your hair.
You answered by hungrily smashing your lips against his. The night was similar to that of a teenage make-out session in the back of a car. Except, there was love between you and Tom. And that was all that the two of you needed.
Summary: You were done with Tom just being your bodyguard.
A/n: I’m thinking about making a part two of this, it would just be the NSFW that comes after this. Would anyone be interested? {part two}
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You were sitting on the couch watching tv. You didn’t want to be bothered by it but the distance between you and your bodyguard Tom was aggravating. His muscles shown through his black suit and oh how you wanted to be in those strong arms, to be protected from any harm without having to sit on separate ends on the sofa.
“Hey Tom you can relax you know,” you turned your head towards him, “We’re inside and thus safe.” The smile on your face made Tom automatically relax, before he tensed up a bit again, “You’re never safe y/n and it’s my job to protect you” he said firm. It made you shiver in a good way. You bit your lip, and looked at him. “Well just because you have to protect me doesn’t mean you can’t relax a little,” you crawled closer to him and poked his cheek.
Oh how the thing made Tom’s heart melt. It was such a hard thing for him to contain his feelings and not to kiss you and showing how much he likes you.
He grinned at you though, “I still can’t y/n”. You pouted again and Tom could just cry by the cuteness of it. He could just see the wheels turning in your head, making a plan in your head.
A glint of mischief shone in your eyes. “Okay,” you said, “I’m going to take a shower.” You stood up and just before you were going to enter the bathroom you turned around and looked seductively at Tom, “You’re welcome to join me whenever.” You winked before leaving Tom behind in a state of shock.
He watched your retreating body and blinked a few times before he stood up and loosened his tie. His body moving to the bathroom without a second thought.
Your father was a very important figure within the London crime family, which is why you lived a life of luxury and want, although you liked to stay as down to earth as possible, you treated everyone with kindness, offering help and support to everyone in the house, whether they where worked with your father or where maids. You spent most of your days cooped up in the house, reading, baking, watching films and helping the maids clean, much to their protest. The most excitement you would experiment was an occasional dinner party with your father's snobby friends, or when your father needed you out the house and let you take his card on a shopping spree. Of course, you would always have company though; your bodyguard Tom Holland watched your every move.
It was convenient to be fair, because you liked the fact he watched you, and that you always had his full attention; the both of you had always flirted back and forth, making sure to be discreet in peoples company, but you treasured moments alone, when you felt normal, like you could almost have something serious with Tom.
"Common Tommy, I'm so bored!" You rushed, practically skipping down the stairs, challenging Tom in a race as you were much too eager to go outside. You had managed to convince Tom to take you to your favourite Garden Park Center, where you would no doubt buy a million more plants to fill the house. Tom slugged behind you, unwilling to spend the day looking at plants that all looked the same anyway, but seeing the pure happiness and joy on your face made his heart tinge, willing to do anything with you.
"Comming darling," Tom returned, reaching the bottom of the white spiral staircase, grabbing his assigned car keys and opening the large oak front doors for you. Tom watched as your figure walked past him, your eyes locking before you paced in front of him, allowing him to rake his eyes up and down your body, admiring the baby blue summer dress you wore, with a low square neck and a tight waist, adorning your curves.
Tom raced you to the car door, opening the passenger side of the sleek black Range Rover for you to hop in, almost groaning when he saw he exposed skin beneath your dress skirt. The Garden Center was only a few miles away from the city, so it wasn't a particularly long drive, but it was filled with your loud music and singing, finding inappropriate times to poke Tom in the sides whilst he drove. You took the time to check him out, one hand on the wheel, the other resting on the gear stick, admiring how the veins in his arms almost popped out, his tanned skin holding tightly around his strong muscles, which bulged out his tight black and white striped shirt, matched with a pair of black dress pants and black loafers. You smiled to yourself, knowing that you had a big influence on Toms dress sense; before he used to wear the same black suit to work, mostly because he knew it annoyed you, but you brought him a couple of clothes, and whenever you would go shopping together, you always picked out something nice for him, like the black loafers he was wearing right now.
"Stop staring at me," Tom said, a cheeky smile playing on his lips as he briefly turned to look at you, before returning to the road ahead. You scoffed at him, rolling your eyes as you laughed.
"You are wearing the shoes i brought you," You mentioned, turning to look outside the window, watching the city life become more rural as you approached the garden centre.
"Of course i am," Tom replied, aking your smile grow, and silence befell you once more.
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"I can't believe you brought 12 fucking plants," Tom snarled, juggling 10 in his hands whilst you carried 2, laughing at him behind you.
"12 is an amateur number darling," You replied, unlocking the door to your room. Because of the large palace, your dad had housed you in, your room was more like a small apartment, containing a small living area, bathroom, closet room and a bedroom. You had kept to the clean black and white theme of the house, with added pastel colours and plants scattered across the rooms, with colourful candles, light shades, and you mall fishtank beside your desk, holding two tiny fish within.
Tom placed the plants on the large table in the living area, sitting down on the white leather corner sofa huffing, watching you go around the room, moving things and reorganizing your space to fit all the plants within. A lazy smile fell on his lips, thinking about how this felt like a relationship; but the realisation of your life being in danger due to the constant threats other crime families made to get a rise out of your father, and how he was your protector. The two of you trained together, worked out together, and he taught you how to shoot and a little defence moves - which wasn't normal in a relationship.
As you were placing your new plant's friends in your bathroom, you began running one, sprinkling pink salts in and bubbles, with a few rose petals and lighting a few candles around the large room. You set up your wireless speaker in the bathroom and began playing your chillout playlist, the music echoing off the bathroom tiles and around your room. You were quietly humming along to the music, capturing the attention of Tom, as he walked into the bathroom, leaning against the doorframe, watching you move across the room, dancing and singing to yourself.
Once the bath was full and warm, you hung your robe above the door and dipped your tensed body in the warm water. You sent Tom a shit-eating grin, daring him to come over and join you; you watched as he walked over to the work surface, crabbing an unused bottle of champagne and two flute glasses, popping open the cork, making you jump slightly as he laughed at you.
Tom walked over with the items, placing on the surface outline the jacuzzi styled bath. You grasped your glass, taking a sip of the rich, gold liquid before throwing at Toms' face. Toms' face was stunned, trying to process the fact that he now had a face full of champagne, thrown at him by the women he hadn't stopped thinking about all week. He opened his eyes to see your smile radiating off your beautiful skin, your hand over your chest as you laughed hard. Your body was covered in pink tinted bubbles, the low hum of the jets filling the room along with the chilling music coming from your speakers.
"Oh, you are in trouble now missy," Tom said, walking closer to the bathtub, before you turned and pointed a single finger at him, stopping his motions.
Tom slowly stripped off his shirt, throwing it with your discarded pile of clothes, and staring at you deeply as he unbuckled his belt, making you gulp and think unsavoury thoughts. Your eyes shamelessly scanned his toned figure, hard muscles raging and bulging, his arm veins contorting with his movements as he climbed at the end of the bathtub opposite you; your heart was beating rapidly, afraid that it might burst out your ribcage, and your face was heated, more so due to the hot steam, but the hot, nearly naked man in front of you definitely contributed. You tried to calm your nerves by pouring yourself another glass of champagne, now chugging the whole glass, staring back at Tom as you sat in silence.
moments passed before either of you moved or spoke, you spent the time staring intently at each other, watching as Toms orbs would change colour and size the more he studied you. " You are so fucking beautiful Y/N," Tom whispered. You hummed in response, not knowing what to do or say in this situation. You and Tom had never put yourselves in this situation before, apart from a slow dance at your father annual gala once, you hadn't been this close, with few clothes on before.
You where cursed with over thinking, normally you would spend the whole day thinking and evaluating one sentence that someone had said to you the previous day, and you would plan out your actions and words in your head when you joined in conversation; but when you and Tom where like this, you didnt think much, to distracted by how he looked at you, like he was in love. So, without thinking or second-guessing, you moved forward, turning so your back was resting against his muscular chest, and his arms wrapped around your bare waist, fighting the urge to touch anything intimate and just keep calm, your head fell back onto toms neck, allowing room for Tom to lean down and plant a small kiss to your exposed neck. The action was gentle, although his intentions and thought where seemingly dirty, he wanted to treasure you first, and ruin you later. You gently hummed to the music, allowing Tom to feel the vibrations on your skin as he continued placing light kisses to your skin.
Tom traced his hands around your skin, before grabbing your waist gently and turning your body, now straddling Toms body with yours, placing your hands on each side of his chest, holding yourself up; the water level still covered your breasts, but Tom could still see the top of the soft, subtle skin, almost making him drool. You leaned forward, taking the dive towards his lips, as your chest fell flush against him, groaning at the contact of your bare nipples against him, lips locking in a slow, intimate kiss. The taste of his lips made you moan, and the way he worked around you made your skin set alight, shivering at his fingertips grazing the skin of your back, eager to firmly grab your ass.
Tom's lips travelled down to your neck, sucking harshly at your skin, no doubt causing his own mark, making you moan a little, causing Toms hands to become a little more adventurous. Your hands held onto Toms' shoulder, then other cupping the nape of his neck, tugging at his har when his hands cupped your flush ass cheeks, playing with them as he continued his attack on your neck. Tom was obsessed with marking you, wanting to remember the moment for as long as possible, and call you his girl and spend the rest of his days with you.
"This is crazy, Tommy," You moaned, you lips falling to his shoulder, biting lightly.
"I know, but you drive me fucking crazy, I've been thinking about you ever since i saw you. I know its crazy but i would be more than willing to give you everything you need, everything you want, i don't care about your father, i care about you, only you," He said, carefully brushing through your hair, soothing you as you listened to his affectionate words. Never in your life had any man confessed feelings like that to you, and you were smitten. The idea of building a relationship with Tom and being happy filled you with joy; you were ready, ready to give everything, to take everything and to be with him.
“Would you mind staying here tonight? I’m just still a little shaken up.”
Tom thought your bashfulness was adorable and couldn’t help but smile. It made your heart flutter. “Of course I will.”
You were woken by sunlight filtering through the window, shining into your eyes. Squinting, you rolled over to peer at the clock on your bedside table. It read 8:52 am. It seemed like such a normal morning, you thought last night must have just been a bad dream. You sat up and stretched before walking to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. On the way, you saw the hole in the wall Kurt made, confirming that everything that happened was in fact real. The memory made you shudder slightly.
I don’t know how I’m going to explain that to my landlord, you thought. As you rounded the corner into the living room, you nearly choked on the water.
“Oh, good morning princess.” There was Tom, lounging shirtless on your couch, scrolling aimlessly through his phone.
“Good morning,” you manage. This wasn’t the first time you’d noticed how muscular he is, but it was definitely the first time you fully appreciated it. It took a lot of effort to tear your eyes away from his abs, but luckily he didn’t seem to notice.
Tom stood up and stretched. “I was planning on running some errands this morning. Care to join?”
His invitation surprised you, but you were happy about the offer. “Why would you want me to come along?”
“Well, love, I’m getting paid to watch you. It’d be a bit irresponsible if I just left you alone to go shopping now wouldn’t it?” He gave you a cheeky grin and reached for his shirt. As he pulled it down over his head he continued. “I know you have your Saturday morning routine, so I was thinking we could do that then head downtown, if that’s alright with you.”
It was sweet that he wanted to respect your routine. You smiled and agreed to go with him, then headed to your room to get dressed. In the mirror you could see purple bruises had formed on your neck. Unfortunately, you had plenty of experience covering up bruises and it didn’t take long before they were barely visible under your makeup.
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The crisp air filled your lungs as you and Tom made your way to the cafe. Your thoughts drifted back to Kurt, and those men who attacked you, wondering if it was in any way connected. And what was Tom planning to do with them all?
These thoughts were pushed to the back of your mind as he pushed open the door to the cafe and walked in. Haley looked up and did an incredibly bad job hiding her surprise at you and Tom showing up together. She finally composed herself and said, “G-good morning! Will it be the usual for you both?”
“Yes, please,” he answered, fishing for his wallet. He pulled out some cash and handed it to your friend. “I’m paying for hers as well.” Haley shot you a look before accepting the bills. Tom walked away from the counter, pretending to take an intense interest in a bulletin board hanging on the wall.
Haley leaned over to you and whispered, “Is there something you need to tell me?”
You shrugged and tried to act casual. “We kept seeing each other around so he decided to introduce himself.”
“You two showed up at 9 am to a coffee shop within walking distance of your apartment. There’s only one explanation for that.” She gave you a knowing smile, causing you to roll your eyes.
“We didn’t sleep together. We’re just hanging out.”
Haley narrowed her eyes at you and handed you your order. “Well if you don’t go for him, I will.” Taking the items, you glare at her playfully before turning to walk out the door.
Once safely outside, Tom took his coffee from you. The entire walk to the park you felt a bit awkward, unsure of how much of your conversation he heard. It wasn’t until you were both seated on the park bench and eating your breakfast that he broke the silence.
“So what was all that about?” he asked.
You shrugged nonchalantly and took a sip of your drink. “She was just surprised we know each other, that’s all.”
“Well what did you say?” He seemed anxious about the situation, but he did a good job of hiding it.
Really, the only reason you picked up on it was because your dad taught you at a young age how to read people. “I just told her we’d been seeing each other around and you decided to introduce yourself.”
“So you didn’t tell her who I am?”
You lowered your voice before asking, “What am I supposed to say? ‘This is Tom, my bodyguard. I don’t know who hired him but he’s saved me twice in the past two months. Thanks for the coffee!’”
Tom’s shoulders relaxed slightly. “Fair enough.”
You both finished your food in silence, then stood up. “Ready to go?” he asked.
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You weren’t quite sure where he was going, but the weather was beautiful so you didn’t mind the walk. Just within 15 minutes you’d seen three dogs and got to pet one of them. Tom smiled watching you coo over the pups. That smile made your heart melt, just a little.
A voice in the back of your head warned against developing feelings for him. He was still a practical stranger after all. But it felt nice to spend time with someone,even if he was getting paid to do so.
“It should be just up here.” Tom’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts. He was pointing at a small hardware store you’d never been into despite passing it everyday on the way to work.
“What do you need here?” you asked.
“Supplies,” he responded.
“Supplies for what?” Much to your chagrin, he didn’t answer. Instead he held the door to the shop open for you.
Once inside, you headed for the paint section, ignoring the feeling of Tom’s eyes on your back. A few weeks ago, you bought an old end table from a garage sale and had been meaning to paint it, but didn’t actually have any paint. Trying to keep your thoughts from wandering to your bodyguard, you poured all of your focus into choosing just the right shade to match your other furniture.
It was down to two when Tom appeared at your side, basket in hand. “I like the gray,” he offered. You put the gray paint back and walked up to the register, smug smile growing. He set his stuff on the counter next to yours and reached for his wallet. While the cashier rung everything up, your thoughts once again drifted to Kurt. He shouldn’t have been able to find you. You were so careful.
Tom didn’t make any attempt at conversation on the way back to your apartment. He seemed just as preoccupied as you were. It surprised you a bit when you reached your block. The walk went by much quicker than you expected. A leaf blower was droning somewhere nearby as you ascended the stairs to your unit.
As the lock clicked, you heard a bell jingle as your cat came running into the living room. “Hey there sweetie, I missed you,” you greeted, picking it up and kissing its forehead. Tom set the bags down and made sure to lock the door behind him. He started to unpack, allowing you to see what it was he purchased now that you’re paying attention. “Tom!”
Your voice startled him a bit. “What? Is something wrong?” He was glancing around the room, checking for signs of danger.
“You aren’t fixing my wall.” The brown-haired boy relaxed and smiled. Laying on the table in front of him was everything necessary to patch the hole in the wall.
“It’s really no problem, princess. I’d like to do it.”
“That’s something I should get my landlord to fix, not my bodyguard,” you protested.
He turned to face you, trying to be casual but still seeming serious. “If I had been here earlier, there wouldn’t be a hole in your wall or a bruise on your neck. Besides, do you really want to explain to him what happened?”
You couldn’t really argue with that, you tried to have as little contact with your landlord as possible. So instead, you decided to start making lunch while Tom worked.
It seemed weirdly natural having him there, almost comfortable. You were surprised that you actually did feel safe with him, something you hadn’t felt in a very long time. Who knows how long it would actually last, so you told yourself you’d enjoy it as much as you could.
Tom finished patching the wall at about the same time you finished cooking lunch. He washed his hands before sitting down at the table. Some spackle was smeared on his brow, and you had to restrain yourself from reaching up and wiping it away. Your eyes traced down his face, passed his cheekbones and along his chiseled jawline to his lips. There was no denying he was absolutely gorgeous. Your thoughts started to wander when his mouth curled into a smug grin. A little too late you realized he had caught you staring. Heat rose in your cheeks and you tried to conceal your embarrassment by shoving food in your mouth.
The rest of the meal went by in silence, you cursing yourself and Tom enjoying watching you squirm. When you had both finished eating, he took the plates to the sink and rinsed them off. A text message tone vibrated the table and you picked up your cell to check if the message was meant for you. Nothing.
“Must be you,” you called over to Tom. He wiped his hands on a dish towel and grabbed his phone, brow furrowing as he read.
“Huh,” he muttered, typing a response then sitting back down at the table. A feeling of unease blossomed in your chest as he stared you down intently. “(Y/n), you wouldn’t happen to know someone by the name of Nic Martin, would you?” Your heart stopped.
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Hey everyone, sorry I’ve been gone so long! It’s been crazy busy but I’m back to finish TINTFR! Please let me know what you think and if you want to be tagged! Thanks for sticking with me <3
I love your bodyguard Harrison fic! I was wondering if you could do something similar where Tom is your bodyguard. He isnt allowed to talk to you, only protect you so you always try to get him to talk to you/make him laugh but he always keeps the quite and stoic rep. Hes good at listening tho and stands in the corner of your room while you rant. He cant touch you(unless it's for safety)so it breaks him when you cry and he can't do anything until one day he barges into your room to kiss you...
I’m sorry this took me so long, honey. I did my best!
He’d been avoiding you for so long, but it was difficult. Tom wanted you and to hear you cry was too much for him to bear. His heart yearned for you, so against the rules (and his better judgment) he pushed the door to your room open. You didn’t hear him come in, instead continuing to sob. He didn’t know why you were upset, and he didn’t really care. All he knew was that he wanted to make you feel better.
When you felt the firm hand on your shoulder, you gasped, looking up to see your bodyguard standing in your room. He wasn’t supposed to speak to you or touch you. His job was to keep you from dying, but matters of the heart were out of his area of expertise. He was already breaking so many rules, and you watched him intently as he leaned into you, eyes focused on your lips. With no hesitation, you kissed him back, grasping desperately and tightly to the front of his shirt.
His lips were soft and thin, moving in perfect harmony with your own. His big hands settled on your waist as he pulled you into him. You wanted him, you needed him and he was finally satisfying your needs, ignoring your parents’ wishes. Your small fingers tangled into his hair, pulling him closer to you.
“Your dad is gonna kill me.” He groaned before pressing his lips to yours.
Sorry, this one isn’t very good, but I tried so hard. :(
Hi! Bodyguard!Tom x reader where they get separated in a violent commotion and maybe she gets shot or knocked out? Fluff at the end?
It all happened so quickly, separated in a crowd yet reaching for Tom. the flashing lights, the shouting, the sudden shot of a gun before you felt nothing. You could only remember reaching for him in a cry needing him close.
The faint beeping in the white room is what you woke up to. Wires hooked up to you and with the squint of your eyes tom say closely in a wooden chair, resting his head in his hand as he soundly slept.
But he jerks up as he notices you waking up, panicking trying to sit up but feeling the tightness and the burn in your stomach.
“Hey, hey, hey,” he was quick to wake up and rush over to your side. “You’re okay, we’re okay.” He promised. You were confused, scared, angry, hungry and thirsty all at once. Before you even got a chance to ask questions a nurse comes in.
“Oh perfect!” The women small and chippy to see you but seems to glare at tom. “You’re up! How are we feeling?” She asks and you mumbled a few words but Tom seemed to answer for you so you didn’t have to do much work.
“What happened?” Your voice weak, in pain as you feel Toms grip tighten on your hand.
“Well, you were shot in the stomach,” she comes to your side, running tests on your blood as she talks you through. “You lost a lot of blood but you’re lucky to have such a great support system, you two were a blood match. You’re a very rare type. He donated a lot of blood and maybe now that you’re up you can convince him to take a walk to get his new blood flowing.” She glanced at tom who seemed so tired himself but refused to leave until you woke.
“The swelling should go down in a few days...” and so she talked on as she ran through different tests to see if you were okay. You give her a soft ‘thank you’ as she walks out. Leaving the two of you alone again.
“Darling, I’m so sorry. I should’ve been quicker and I didn’t think the crowd would be that big—“ he’d been crying, you could tell by the redness in his eyes.
“You saved—“ you tried but he cut you off.
“I failed you. I’m supposed to protect you, that’s my job and I failed at the one thing I’m supposed to do.” He held your hand and you brought your free one up to his cheek. Your hand cold and bruised, yet still so soft and delicate as he took you in.
“You saved my life. Even the nurse said so herself. You did everything you could but they pulled us away.” You nod and so does he. He plants a sweet kiss on your forehead before leaning back in his chair.
“Maybe you should take that walk now.” You close your eyes. You can practically feel the scoff coming from him.
“Not a chance darling.” He scoffs and you look over at him with pleading eyes.
“Even if I asked for you to get me a toasted veggie sandwich? I’m starving.” You please and he quickly looks away as he knows if he looks at your eyes he’ll give in.
“I’ll have it delivered.” He pulls out his phone but you hum.
“Yeah but it tastes so much better when you get it.” You give him a smile and he sighs. He gets out of the wooden chair and leans over you. Distracting you just enough with his lips to press the emergency nurse button on your side.
“You’re cute if you think I’m leaving you alone again.” He kisses once more before pulling away from you. The same nurse appears as he walks out of the room.
“Thomas!” You groan and you can see the smirk as he walks down the hall. Not physically but mentally.
As your bodyguard, he kept you alive as his job. But overtime slowly, as you two found yourselves as lovers he kept you alive as he needed you. He couldn’t live without you and you the same. You two both needed eachother and would do whatever it takes to keep you alive.
