Tom Holland and Peter Parker one-shots 4.0

Revenge is not always sweet (Mob boss!AU, Tom Holland)

Requested by haileysreads: Y/N is married to Tom, who is a major mob boss who has made a lot of enemies in his career. One day, when he's at work, their home gets attacked by one of their enemies, which leads to Y/N's death. When Tom gets home, he finds her and after a lot of tears, he makes it his mission to get revenge. Years go by, and he finally finds her killer, and finally gets his revenge.

*Please note: I do use a few instances of extremely strong language in this one-shot, so please be aware of that before reading that. Thank you, my loves, and stay safe xoxo*

I stood in the kitchen of mine and Tom's mansion, my hands holding the knife and strawberries, and my eyes glued to them as I cut up the fruit. A smirk curled onto my face, my bottom lip being placed in between my teeth as I felt a pair of strong arms curl around my waist. My heart started to flutter as the familiar pair of thin lips that I'd kissed thousands of times began to place feathery kisses along the skin of my neck.

"What are you doing cutting up your own fruit, my love? You know that we have staff for that." Tom hummed into my skin.

"And you know that I like to make my own food." I giggled as I put the knife down. After all, I knew where this was going, and so it was better that I wasn't holding a sharp knife when it did.

"Mm. I know." My husband responded before his hands started to press on my hips in order to turn me around. I bit my lip and looked up at him, Tom's face one that I would never get tired of as he gently pinned me against the counter, his hands still on my hips as his eyes flicked over my face.

"I need to go to the warehouse today, Haz said that some of the guys reported a disturbance last night, so I need to go and check it out. I just came for my goodbye kiss." He smiled. I playfully rolled my eyes and shook my head, Tom still managing to make me feel like the only girl in the world despite us having been married for five years already.

"Is it anything serious, do you know?" I asked as I rested my hands against his chest.

"I don't think so. Probably just some jackass kids hired by another mob who want to prove themselves. But you'll be okay on your own, sweetheart?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Course I will, I always am. Go and do your thing, make your wife proud." I smiled.

"Mm. I always do." He nodded, making me giggle and return it as he leant in and kissed me. I returned it, my eyes fluttering shut and my hands raising to hold his neck as we kissed. I had been married to Tom for the last five years, and we had dated for three before that. Meaning that I had been with the most feared mob boss in all of Kingston AND London...for almost a decade now. We had met and fell in love young, both of us had only been sixteen. But it was clear that we both decided that we were it for each other, no matter what our ages were. Now, I loved Tom to bits, I always would, but being married to him came with its risks. Him being a career criminal, and a big one at that, meant that my husband had made a lot of enemies in his time, all of whom would target me in order to get to him. I'd been kidnapped and tortured more times than I could count, but none of that could outweigh my love for Tom. Not to mention his love for me. Tom deepened the kiss, making me giggle and let him as I curled my hands around his neck to pull him closer. I squealed against his lips, my husband smirking as he pushed on my hips and lifted me up to sit on the counter as he stood in between my legs. We made out passionately, the pair of us never being able to get enough of each other.

"Tommy, you have to work, you said so yourself." I breathed, though my eyes fluttered shut in pleasure as he broke the kiss and moved his lips down to my neck instead.