Tom Holland Imagines

Dangerous Woman (Mob!Tom Holland x Reader)

Don't need permission

Made my decision

To test my limits

He warned me to stay away, not to come near him after the last mission ended so horribly. He warned me that I would get myself killed by just associating with him. But did I listen?

Fuck no.

Thomas Holland owned several bars in the Kingston area but his favourite had always been Mon Sale Ange, "My Dirty Angle" his nickname for me throughout the months we spent together.

'Cause it's my business

God as my witness

Start what I finished

The red glow of the angles halo reflected on the puddles as I made my way to the door. One look at the bouncer standing outside and I easily skipped the long line and into the warm club filled with some of the most dangerous people in the country.

I knew where he would be, the VIP lounge had a looming presence over the rest of the club, a wall of glass to gaze down at the drunk bodies moving to the beat of a song, to even think of going up there without an invitation was idiotic.

Don't need no hold up

Taking control of

This kind of moment

I wanted him to come to me, if he wanted me out then I make sure that every minute of every day. I took the only empty seat at the bar and leaned over it, trying to get the barman's attention. That night I had practically torn my closet to shreds, looking for the perfect outfit to wear. The final result was perfect, I was wearing a black dress that went to my knees, a slit up to mid-thigh, and a bright red jacket over the top of the square straps. Once my drink was placed carefully in front of me I smirked, waiting for the night to finally begin.

All of the bartenders were trained to immediately report any and all information to the mobster boss, or one of his associates, so I knew that it wouldn't be long before he knew I was here.

I'm locked and loaded

Completely focused

My mind is open

It was hot in the bar, no matter how often the air ran, the heated bodies refused to let the room get below 28 degrees. I stared down at my drink, the pink liquid the last thing on my mind as I felt a gaze on my back. Sitting up straighter in my chair as I willed myself not to turn around and look.

It wasn't long before the strong scent of cologne filled my nose, I knew exactly who it was, sprayed over confidently and without remorse, always the topic of conversations.

"Harrison," I said, swivelling my chair around to face the tall blonde.

"Y/n, what are you doing here?" He asked, trying his best to whisper and not cause a scene, the exact opposite of his best friend, causing a scene was something that Tom always seemed to have a special talent in doing.

"You know exactly what I'm doing, Haz," I said, a smirk on my face as I twirled the straw in the glass. Harrison knew that I wasn't trying to flirt with him, the VIP section had a full view of the club, and the mobster in it as well.

"Do you have absolutely no regard for your safety?" He asked and I shook my head, he sighed before finally giving in. "Follow me," He whispered, and I eagerly stood up, leaving my practically untouched drink on the hightop.

All that you got,

skin to skin,

oh my God don't you stop, boy

The climb to the second level felt painstakingly slow as I adjusted my dress, pulling it down a little as I felt the eyes of the guards by the door on me. Haz knocked twice on the door before opening it and letting me step inside, closing it behind me. The room inside was dark, illuminated by the LED lights from the dance floor down below.

Tom sat on one of the middle couches along the wall facing me. His black jacket was off and he sat with his arm thrown over the back, his legs spread open.

Somethin' 'bout you

Makes me feel like a dangerous woman

Somethin' 'bout, somethin' 'bout

"You are not supposed to be here," The man said, looking me up and down as I slowly moved closer.

"Last I checked this club was open to everyone," I replied but Tom shook his head, leaning forward to rest his arms on his knees.

"You know I don't want you to be here, princess," He whispered but I shrugged.

Somethin' 'bout you

Makes me wanna do things that I shouldn't

Somethin' 'bout, somethin' 'bout, somethin' 'bout

"Well then it's a good thing I never listen anyway," I whispered, finally close enough to him to feel the warmth radiating off of his body. The VIP room, unlike the club, was ice-cold, a few degrees lower and I would be seeing my breath.

"Y/n..."

Nothin' to prove and I'm bulletproof and

Know what I'm doing

"I love you, Tommy, please don't push me aside because you think I'll get hurt," I whispered, getting down on my knees and pushing his legs apart, moving even closer to him as he leaned back against the couch.

"I love you too, Y/n," he whispered, reaching his hand up to stroke the side of my face. It felt torturous not to be with him, it was only a few days we were apart but it felt like a lifetime. I couldn't take the tension anymore, sitting up I quickly captured his lips in mine, the LED lights turning a dark red, reflecting on the walls around us as Tom pulled me up onto his lap.

The way we're movin' like introducing

Us to a new thing

I wanna savour, save it for later

The taste of flavour, 'cause I'm a taker

'Cause I'm a giver, it's only nature

I live for danger

His lips moved passionately against mine, the sweet taste as his tongue intertwined with mine. His arms wrapped around my waist as he pulled me into him once more. It felt perfect, it felt right, it felt dirty.

It felt dangerous.