Got Your Six | Tom Holland | pt 10
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pairing - mob!Tom x reader word count - 4,229 warnings - swearing, guns, masturbation (f), spanking, m/f sex, dom!Tom
summary - Tom doesnât let the creep who made (Y/N) uncomfortable get away with it, and (Y/N) finds Tom in his element irresistible.
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Most of the day was spent watching movies and doing nothing. It wasnât until after dinner that things started to change. Tom called for another meeting at 7:00, so one by one, people arrived and made their way downstairs. I retreated to my room as soon as people started to come because I didnât want to run into that creepy guy again.
When there was a knock at my door, I called to let the person in. It was Tom. âHey, petal,â he said.
âDonât you have that meeting?â I asked, looking away from the TV.
âI was hoping you would come join me,â he said. I furrowed my eyebrows and felt my heart start to race a bit more.
âTo your meeting?â I clarified. He nodded. âUh, do I, do I have to?â
âNo,â Tom said. âBut I think itâd be good for you if you were at this one.â I decided to oblige, knowing Tom would never put me in a situation I wasnât safe in. We both walked downstairs, and I found April there as well. Harrison had pulled up a chair for her, and she was sitting next to him. Tom sat at the head of the table and pulled me down to sit on his lap. I did, blushing a bit as I looked at everyone. They were all staring at me, and I caught eyes with the guy who made me feel uncomfortable. I looked away just as fast.
Tom stuck his hand out to Harrison who handed him a gun. I swallowed thickly and watched as he held it in his hand. âJames,â Tom said. All eyes moved to the creepy guy, and I tensed up.
âYes, sir,â the guy -James- said, staring straight at Tom.
âDo you know who this is?â he asked, motioning to me.
âNo, sir, I do not,â he said.
âHave you ever seen her before?â Tom continued.
âYes, sir.â
âAnd you didnât know who she was when you saw her?â
âNo, sir.â
Tom nodded slowly and set the gun on the table. âThis, gentlemen, is my girlfriend, (Y/N),â he said, squeezing my thigh. I gave everyone a tight-lipped smile. âNow, James,â he continued, âwe have twelve commandments, donât we?â
âYes, sir,â James said.
âTell me, whatâs the tenth commandment?â
James swallowed and clenched his jaw. He didnât look afraid, but he did look annoyed. âWives and girlfriends must be treated with respect,â he mumbled.
âThatâs right,â Tom said. He picked up his gun and tapped it against his chin. â(Y/N) told me the things you said to her. The way you touched her.â His grip on the gun tightened. He was getting angry at the memory of what I told him, I could tell. âIt didnât sound very respectful.â
âListen, boss, I didnât mean-â
âListen?â Tom repeated, his voice raising. âYouâre telling me to listen?â
âIâm sorry, sir,â James said. He still seemed angry, but there was a twinkle of fear in his eyes now. Tom let out a dry laugh and raised the gun, pointing it at James.
âOh my god,â I whispered, raising a shaking hand to cover my mouth.
âYou owe my girl an apology,â Tom said. âApologize to her.â
Without missing a beat, James said, âIâm sorry, (Y/N).â His eyes never left Tomâs.
âItâs okay,â I said as soon as the words left his lips.
âLook her in the eye when you apologize to her,â Tom said, waving his gun in a motion implying he wanted James to look at me. James didnât move. I assumed he thought it was a trap. âGo on. Look at her. Itâs alright.â James clenched his jaw again and actually looked at me.
âIâm sorry, (Y/N),â he said again.
âItâs okay,â I said for the second time.
âGood,â Tom said, a sarcastic smile on his face. âNow, (Y/N) is being a lot more forgiving than I am. But kindness is in her nature. She hasnât been in this business like I have. She doesnât know what I know about disrespectful motherfuckers.â Tom cocked the gun and let his finger rest on the trigger. âYou want to know what I know about disrespectful motherfuckers, (Y/N)?â
âTom-â I said, my voice shaking.
âDisrespectful motherfuckers donât change their ways,â he said. âThey can say theyâre sorry over and over again, but theyâll never mean it. He can look you right in the eye and say heâs sorry, but tomorrow heâll do it all over again.â Tom licked his lips and shook his head. âSo I should make sure he canât do that, right? Maybe heâll be the example for what happens when you disrespect my girl.â
âTom-â I said again.
âItâs okay, darling,â he said, not taking his eyes off James. âWe need to teach him a lesson.â
âPlease, please donât,â I begged. It was so silent in the room, you couldâve heard a pin drop. The cliche was absolutely true right then, I was sure of it. I could feel everyone staring at me, and I knew I had taken a risk going against Tom. I just knew I would never be able to live with myself if Tom killed this guy because of me. âItâs okay. Iâm not hurt or anything. Please, please donât-â Tomâs jaw clenched, and I gently laid my hand on his bicep. He lowered his arm a fraction, and I rested my forehead on his shoulder. âPlease.â
There were a few more beats of silence in the room. It didnât feel like anyone was breathing until, finally, Tom put the safety back on the gun. Everyone let out a collective sigh of relief. Jamesâ expression hardly changed, but I saw the fear flash across his eyes one more time. âYouâre lucky,â he said to James, laying the gun back on the table. âNow get the hell out before I change my mind, and never come back.â James stood up from his chair. Before he left the room, Tom said to him, âIf I ever see you on the street, you better turn in the other direction. Do you understand me?â James didnât even turn to face Tom. He stared at the door ahead of him, nodded, and left.
Again, there was silence across the room. Tom put his hand on my thigh and rubbed my skin with his thumb. He looked at the others in the room and grabbed his gun again. He held it casually in his hand, but there was an air of dominance around him that made everyone tense again. â(Y/N) is part of this family now,â he said. âIf you disrespect her, you answer to me. That goes for April too. If any of you so much as make one of them feel uncomfortable, Harrison and I will blow your brains out. Is that understood?â
âYes, sir,â the group said collectively.
One by one, everyone left the basement. I stayed sitting on Tomâs lap, and I was very aware of his hand sitting innocently on my thigh. I knew he meant nothing by it, but seeing Tom so dominant and commanding made me squirm. In a good way. In a really, really good way. Even though he almost murdered someone, I was so attracted to him.
Did that make me weird? Or twisted? I didnât know if I really cared.
Everyone was chatting with each other, but I was distracted. I nuzzled my face in Tomâs neck and started kissing him softly. He squeezed my thigh and hummed. âWhatâre you doing, love?â he muttered. I nibbled his earlobe.
âYouâre kind of turning me on,â I whispered.
âOh?â he said, a smirk growing on his lips. âAnd what are you gonna do about that?â
At that point, Harrison, April, Harry, and Sam were the only ones still in the room. They were all talking to each other, not even sparing us a glance, so I had Tomâs full, undivided attention. I adjusted myself on his lap, making sure to rub slowly against his member before sliding my hand past his sweatpants. I grasped his cock and pumped it a few times. âFucking hell,â Tom muttered. My lips were still pressed to his neck, and I started smiling. âThis is a dangerous game youâre playing.â
âBut Iâm so good at it,â I said, my breath tickling his skin. âArenât I, sir?â
Tom stood up, pushing me off of him so I was also standing. Everyone turned to look at us, and Tom cleared his throat. I thought Tom would offer them some sort of half assed explanation, but he didnât. Instead, he just grabbed my hand and dragged me up the stairs. I turned and gave April a smirk before we were out of sight.
When we got into Tomâs room, he slammed the door and pushed me up against it. He kissed me and pinned my wrists to the wall. I fought against him, wanting nothing more than to run my fingers through his curls, but he didnât allow it. He finally pulled away and brought me over to his bed, pushing me onto it. I fell onto it with a bounce and smiled up at him. Tom crossed his arms across his chest and held his chin in his hand. âCâmon, Tom,â I whined. He tutted and shook his head.
âYou said I was turning you on?â he asked. I nodded. âYou like when I order people around?â I slight whimper left my throat as I nodded again. âAlright,â he said. âThen scoot back.â I swallowed and did so, resting against the headboard and setting my phone -which had been in the waistband of my leggings- on the nightstand. Tom crawled onto the bed beside me, and I reached out to touch him but he shook his head no again. âTake these off,â he said, tugging at my pant leg. I did as he said with no hesitation and tugged my leggings off my body. I tucked my fingers in the waistband of my panties and looked at Tom, silently asking if he wanted me to take those off, too. He gave a nod, so I did. Tom placed his hand on my shin and rubbed it gently. âSlip your hand between your legs for me, petal,â he cooed. âShow me how you make yourself feel good.â
I bit my lip and nodded, running my hand down my stomach. I spread my legs a little wider and rubbed my fingers up and down my slit, wetting my fingers and moving them towards my clit. I hummed contently and tilted my head back. âLook at me,â Tom said, squeezing my shin. I sighed and forced myself to do so, fighting against my eyelids that wanted to shut so badly. I slid two fingers into me, pumping slowly and trying to reach that spot inside me that I knew I never could.
âTom,â I sighed.
âYou wanna come?â he asked. I nodded, and he rubbed his hand further up my leg. I almost stopped my actions, but he slid his hand back down my leg away from where I wanted him most. I moved my fingers faster before I pulled them out and started rubbing my clit again. Just as I felt my toes start to curl, Tom grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand away. âI canât wait any longer,â he said. âAnd I think you need a spank.â
âW-What?â I stuttered, coming down from my blissful stage. âWhy?â
âDonât think I forgot all the teasing you did,â he said. âGrabbing my cock when Harrison, April, and my brothers were in the room. My naughty girl. You deserve a spank for that.â Tom pulled me over to him and made me lay on his lap. He lifted my shirt a bit so my entire ass was on display for him. âIâm gonna give you a safe word, okay?â he said. I nodded. âIf you say red, we stop, okay? Iâll stop with no questions.â I nodded again, and Tom gave my ass a little swat. âSay it,â he said gently. âI need to hear you say it out loud.â
âOkay,â I whispered. âI understand.â
âGood girl,â he cooed. I pressed my cheek into the mattress as Tom squeezed my ass and spanked me once. I let out a hum but didnât say anything. âCount, baby,â he said. âWeâll only do five.â
âOne,â I said.
Spank!
âTwo.â
We kept going until Tom spanked me five times. By the time he was done, he rubbed soft circles on my ass to sooth the pain. I had never been spanked before, but Jesus Christ I hoped that wasnât the last time it happened.
Tom told me to move him off my lap but stay face down on the bed. I did, breathing heavily in anticipation. I heard him fumble in his bedside drawers, presumably getting a condom. Before I knew it, I felt the tip of his cock pressed against me. I hummed and lifted my hips towards him, but he pressed his hand into my back and stopped me. âYouâll do as I say,â he said sternly.
âYes, sir,â I muttered.
âAnd if you make a sound, Iâll stop,â he said. I nodded, and Tom slammed into me. I had to bite my lip to stop a moan from coming out of my mouth. I clenched my fists and dug my teeth into my lower lip. Tom chuckled and pressed his lips to the back of my neck, keeping up a relentless pace. He brought one hand around my waist and started rubbing my clit. I inhaled sharply through my nose and used all self-restraint to stay silent. âYouâre doing so good, darling,â Tom cooed, biting my earlobe softly. âIâm gonna let you come now. You want that, donât you?â I nodded vigorously, and Tom let out a low moan. âIâm gonna come too, petal. You gonna come with me?â I nodded again, so Tom kept pounding into me until he whispered, come, in my ear. I felt him spill into the condom as I clenched and came around him. I fell onto the bed, and Tom laid on top of me, petting my hair softly. âGood girl,â he whispered. I hummed and nodded, closing my eyes and breathing slowly. Tom pulled out of me, then tied the condom and tossed it in the trash beside his bed.
Tom laid on his stomach to my right, pressing his face into the pillow. I rested my chin on his upper back and pressed a kiss to his skin. When I pulled away, I noticed black ink scrawled across his right shoulder blade- something I had never noticed before. âIs that a tattoo?â I asked him, brushing my finger across the words.
âHm?â Tom hummed, turning his head to look at me. âYeah.â
âHowâve I not seen this before?â I asked.
âDunno,â Tom mumbled. The words inked on his skin read seize it in messy black handwriting.
âTell me about it?â I asked, tracing the curves of each letter. Tom was quiet for a minute or two, but I didnât say anything to press it farther. I knew if he wanted to talk, he would.
âI got it when I moved the family here,â he said. His eyes were closed, and I wondered if he was tired or if he just didnât want to look at me while he spoke. âItâs tradition in our family for the new boss to get a tattoo in the handwriting of his number two guy.â
âSo is that Harrisonâs handwriting?â I asked. Tom nodded. âWhatâs it mean?â Tom sighed and peaked an eye open at me. âSorry,â I mumbled, moving my hand away from him.
âNo,â Tom mumbled. âKeep doing that. I like it.â I smiled a bit and rolled my eyes at him but continued to trace the tattoo anyway. âI picked it cuz of something Al Capone said.â
âOh?â
âHe once said, This American system of ours gives each and every one of us a great opportunity if we seize it with both hands and make the most of it.â Tom shrugged as much as he could considering he was still laying face down on the bed. âI figured if I was going to move the family to the states, I should get something to commemorate it. I was the first one in the history of the family to even consider uprooting and leaving London. Thought Iâd mark the history on my skin.â He sighed. âI was given this opportunity to take over the family, and I guess now Iâve got the constant reminder to seize it and make it count.â
Tom and I were both quiet, and I moved my fingers from the tattoo to his hair. He hummed contently as my nails scraped his scalp gently. âWhat did your dadâs tattoo say?â I asked.
It seemed like every muscle in Tomâs body tensed. I regretted asking the question as soon as it left my lips. I didnât want him to lash out at me, and I wished I could suck the words right back up. âIâm sorry,â I said, shaking my head. âI shouldnât have asked that. I know. Iâm sorry.â Tom didnât say anything, and I laid back down on my back. Tom sighed and turned around, mirroring my position.
âFamily.â
I turned my head to look at him. He was staring up at the ceiling. Before I could say anything, he spoke again. âI was 16 when he made me his number two,â he said, âand I didnât want it. I begged and begged him to pick someone else, but he was adamant on it being me. God-â He scoffed. â-I was so mad. I felt like, I felt like he was signing my death certificate.â I frowned and crawled on top of him, resting my chin on his chest. Tom opened his eyes and looked down at me, then gave me a soft smile. He stared up at the ceiling again. âWhenever he saw the tattoo, I wanted him to think of me, his son, and what making me his second would do to me. That he was killing his oldest son. His family.â
âTom,â I whispered, begging for him to look at me. He did. âHow did he die?â Tom licked his lips and stared up at the ceiling again.
âThere was a rat in the family,â he said.
âA rat?â
âMhm,â Tom hummed. âUndercover with the LPD. His name was Lewis. One day, Lewis told my dad that there was a deal with another family going down at a warehouse, so my dad went to stop it or, or interfere or whatever his plan was. Instead, Lewis was there and confessed everything. Dad was so mad. He was ready to kill the guy, no hesitation, but then LPD showed up. Dad drew his weapon anyway-â He scoffed again. âHe didnât stand a chance. He knew what he was doing. He made that choice. It was suicide by cop.â
âIâm so sorry,â I whispered. Tom looked down at me and gave me a sad smile.
âHarrison was there when I found out,â he continued, brushing his fingers through my hair. âI hate that day. I look back and, and I just get so mad.â
âWhy?â I whispered.
âBecause I didnât even get to mourn,â Tom said. âAll I did was cry like, like a child because I knew my fate was sealed. I was 18. I wasnât ready to do-â He motioned vaguely around. â-all this. There wasnât even a moment for me to think about my dad or to mourn with my brothers. It was initiation right away and a meeting an hour later. And then-â He shook his head. â-we moved on. I wanted out of London, away from everything that reminded me of either of my parents. So I brought us here.â
Tom and I were quiet. His fingers continued brushing through my hair, and I placed a soft kiss to his chest. He looked down at me and smiled sadly again. âAnd now, weâre here,â he said. âAnd I have you. And if all those things didnât happen, I wouldnât be laying next to the most beautiful girl Iâve ever met having just fucked her senseless.â I couldnât help but giggle.
âHow romantic,â I said. âDidnât know you were such a believer in fate.â
âWith my job, darling, youâve gotta believe in something.â
I laughed and rolled over, reaching for my phone. I saw that April had texted me.
Our rent check didnât go through. Landlord says it was paid for already?
I furrowed my eyebrows and looked over at Tom. His head was turned to me, and he was mirroring my confused expression. âWhat?â he asked.
âDid you pay my rent?â I asked him.Â
Tom scratched the back of his head and sat up. âI know you were stressed out about it,â he said. âAnd, I guess, considering this is my fault, I felt like it was the least I could do.â He cleared his throat, and I felt my cheeks heat up. I moved to sit on top of him so my legs were straddling his waist. âI was also thinking that, maybe, it might just be a good idea for you -for both of you- to, you know, to just move in here.â
âI thought we already were,â I teased. Tom smirked and rolled his eyes at me, his usual confidence returning.
âI mean-â He put his hands on my waist. â-for good.â
âYeah?â I said.
He laughed. âYeah.â
I nodded. âIâd like that.â
âYou would?â he said, his face lighting up. I had never seen him look like that. So ⊠innocent? Pure? I put my hand on his cheek and rubbed my thumb across his cheekbone.
âI would,â I said. âBesides,â I added with a shrug, âthat way Iâll always be watching your six.â
Tom laughed again. âOh, thank god. I just worry so much about myself when youâre not around.â
âHa ha,â I said sarcastically, putting my hand on his face and pushing him away from me. âYouâre so annoying.â
Tom stood up from the bed and stretched, then reached for his boxers on the ground. He tugged them up his body and tossed me my underwear and t-shirt. I pulled them on, then got a bit more comfortable under the covers. Tom grabbed his phone and checked something, still standing up next to the bed. âWhatâre you doing?â I asked, yawning slightly. Tom looked up from his phone and smiled at me. He got on the bed and crawled over to me, pressing a soft kiss to my lips.
âHow would you feel about going to a gala?â he asked. I furrowed my eyebrows and let out a short laugh.
âWhat are you talking about?â I asked.
âA gala,â he said. âDo you want to go to a gala?â
âYouâre making that up,â I said.
âIâm not!â Tom said.
âWhy would we go to a gala?â
âWell,â he said, âwe work with a really high end real estate company. We invest in a lot of their properties, and they keep their mouths shut about what we do there. Theyâre hosting a gala to commemorate the opening of one of their newest properties. Since weâre their primary investors, weâre invited.â Tom put his hands on my waist and pushed my shirt up a bit, letting his thumbs grace across my skin. âIâd love to see you in a pretty gown.â He kissed my neck, and I could feel him grinning. âOne that shows everyone how beautiful you are.â He sucked the skin on my neck, and I let out a soft moan. âYouâre so beautiful. Wanna show you off to everyone.â
âTom,â I sighed, curling my fingers in his hair.
âSay youâll go to the gala?â he muttered.
âCourse I will,â I said back. âI donât have anything to wear though. And I canât afford to buy a dress.â
âIâll buy you one,â Tom said. âDonât worry. Something beautiful.â He paused to kiss my neck again. âSexy.â Another kiss. âFucking stunning. Just like you.â
I sighed contently and closed my eyes, stifling a yawn. âSounds great, Tommy,â I said. Tom growled and nipped at my neck. âWhat?â I whined. âIâm tired.â
âWhyâd you call me Tommy?â he asked.
âBecause itâs cute,â I said. âStop acting all tough. I know you secretly love it.â Tom humphed and kissed the spot he had previously bitten.
âI only love it because when you say it, it usually means I get to fuck you even harder,â he said.
âUntrue!â I laughed, pushing his head away from me slightly. âI know deep underneath all this tough mob stuff, you are secretly just a fluffy haired London boy who loves a good cuddle.â
âMm, am I that transparent?â he asked. I giggled and cuddled up to Tomâs side. He wrapped his arms around me and placed a kiss to the top of my head. We were both quiet for a minute, and I could feel myself dosing off.
âTom?â I whispered.
âHm?â he hummed. He mustâve been tired too.
âI really like being with you,â I said. He let out a soft chuckle, and I felt him kiss the top of my head.
âI like being with you, too.â
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