Requested by mrsholland199601: Y/N and Tom wake up to each other, and he admits to her that he's a mob boss.

My head pounded harshly, waves of nausea filling my body as I was slowly pulled out of sleep.

"Fuck." I groaned, my eyes squeezing shut and my face burying itself into the pillow as I begged myself to go back to sleep. But I knew that it wouldn't happen. My eyes blinked open, my mind filling with confusion as I wasn't in my bed, or even in my flat, by the looks of it. My eyebrows furrowed and I raised my head to look around. I looked down and gulped as a strong arm was wrapped around my waist and was holding my naked back into the also bare chest of whoever I'd slept with last night. I looked over my shoulder, all of the memories flooding back as Tom lay next to me asleep, his hair messy and soft snores leaving his slightly parted lips as he was still asleep. I smiled and lay my head back down, my eyes glued to the man as I just looked at him. It had been an amazing night, and he'd been the best sexual experience that I'd had in a while. But something was still bothering me. My eyes flicked down to the charm on his necklace. I recognised it from somewhere, and had last night too, but I couldn't put my finger on why I recognised it. My gaze flicked back up to Tom, small groans sounding from him too as he started to stir. His eyes fluttered open, his beautiful chocolate orbs landing on me as he woke up.

"Mhm. Hey." he chuckled quietly, his voice raspy as he looked at me. I smiled and bit my lip.

"Hey." I whispered. He rubbed his hand over his face, his eyes squeezing shut as he briefly rolled onto his back to look at the sun streaming into the room before rolling back over to look at me.

"I wasn't sure if I'd wake up to you still here." he admitted with a chuckle.

"Shit, sorry, did you want me to leave?" I gulped.

"No, no, sorry, I was hoping that I'd wake up to you." he smiled, making me return it and bite my lip as I rolled onto my side so that we were facing each other. He bit his lip, adoration and love in his eyes as he gently massaged my waist through the sheets.

"I have something to tell you, love." he nodded.

"Sure." I spoke. He gave me a small smile and gulped, making my eyebrows furrow. Why did he seem nervous to tell me whatever it was that he had to say?

"So, I know that you took my line about owning the club as a joke last night, but it wasn't a joke." he shook his head. My eyebrows furrowed more, my mind starting to fill with questions.

"I don't understand, Tommy." I chuckled nervously. He looked at me timidly and gulped again.

"I own the club. I'm Tom Holland, I'm the head of the Holland mob here in London." he admitted. My eyes slowly widened, my breath hitching in my throat as my heart virtually stopped. I stared at him, my brain trying to comprehend the news that only last night, I'd had sex with one of the most dangerous men in England. Fuck. My eyes widened further as I realised something. I looked down at the charm on Tom's necklace and gulped as it all clicked. I knew where I recognised it from. It was the motherfucking symbol for his mob, how had I only just realised that? I was fucked. I gulped and sat up, Tom looking at me with worried eyes as I buried my face in my hands.

"Darling?" he returned the gulp as he sat up next to me and tried to catch my gaze.

"I...had sex...with a mob leader." I scoffed and shook my head.

"Yeah, yeah, you did. And I was hoping to take you out somewhere for breakfast this morning." he chuckled nervously. I gulped and looked at him, his eyes widening as tears pricked my eyes.

"Sweetheart-."

"I-I'm sorry, Tom, I can't do this." I shook my head as I stood from the bed. His eyes widened further, his gaze following me as I started to quickly get dressed.

"What?" he scoffed.

"You kill people, Tom. Y-you torture people for not agreeing with you, you sell drugs to people, y-you kill rival mob members, plus god knows what else. Last night was amazing, don't get me wrong, but I can't be with someone who hurts others like that." I choked. He sighed, his eyes wavering as he grabbed his boxers and pulled them on before standing from the bed.

"Okay, but you felt something between us too, I know that you did. Is that not enough of a reason to stick around and see where this goes? I get that you don't like that side to me already, I fully appreciate that, but I swear to god that you won't have to see any of that stuff." he tried to convince me.

"Okay, but I'll still know, Tommy." I scoffed. His eyes wavered, a tear leaving them as he looked at me.

"You just called me 'Tommy'. You can't even convince yourself that this is the right thing to do." he mumbled. I bit my lip, a tear running down my face as I grabbed my shoes and my bag.

"I'll see you around. Thanks for last night." I muttered, making him scoff and shake his head as I rushed out of his room. My heart was breaking at the decision, after all we did have a connection. But I couldn't knowingly be with someone who caused so much pain to others. I gulped and shook my head, more tears leaving my eyes as I rushed out of the building.

It had been a week since I had left Tom's bedroom in tears after having rejected him, and I hadn't stopped thinking about him since. I had admitted to myself that we had a connection, and the sex with him was incredible. The issue was the moral dilemma of it, but even that was starting to lose with how heavily I was failing to get him off of my mind. And so that's why I was here, my body clad in my skimpiest dress as I walked back into Tom's heaving club. It was already full, the thumping music being felt in my chest and the stench of cheap alcohol in the air as I looked around. I gulped and bit my lip. If I went to the bar, if I let Tom and his men spot me, this was truly it. I took a deep breath, my heart being stronger than my brain right now as I headed over to the bar and took a seat.

"Can I get you anything?" the bartender asked.

"N-no, I'm good thanks. I'm, um, waiting for a friend." I lied with a nod.

"He knew that you'd come back for him, you know." he spoke. I looked at him again, my eyebrows furrowing at his words.

"Sorry, what?" I scoffed. He chuckled and gave me a wink, making me sigh and bite my lip.

"Miss Y/L/N." I looked up and gulped as a massive man dressed in all black stood in front of me, his hands neatly folded in front of him.

"Yes?" I gulped.

"Mr Holland wants to see you. Please follow me." he nodded. I bit my lip, my heart pounding in my chest as I stood up. I followed the man through the crowds, him ignoring everything around us as he took me through to the back of the club. He pushed open the door and led me into the corridor. I gulped, my mind grateful for the fact that Tom and I had had such a connection so that I wasn't able to convince myself that he was about to have me killed. The man opened a door, making me gulp and look at him.

"Go on. The boss really likes you, you have nothing to be scared of." he reassured. I sighed and bit my lip, my heartbeat slightly less deafening as I walked into the room. My eyes widened and I gasped at what I saw. Tom stood in the middle of the room, his suit on and his hands in his trouser pockets as he stood by the table for two that was decorated with a white tablecloth, candles and rose petals. I bit my lip and looked at him.

"How did you know that I'd be back?" I asked. He chuckled and bit his lip as he strolled towards me.

"I may or may not have had some of my men watching you for the last week." he smiled sheepishly as he awkwardly scratched the back of his neck. I laughed and shook my head, making him smile at me as he curled his arms around my waist.

"Wow. Having your men watch the woman that you had sex with. And they say that romance is dead." I teased, making him laugh and bite his lip. I looked at him.

"You really like me...don't you, Tommy?" I mumbled.

"I do, sweetheart. Which is why I set this up to ask you out with. I know that it's not much, but I thought that it would be sweet. And if you say yes, if you say yes to being my girlfriend, I swear to god that I'll keep you away from anything and everything mob-related. You'll never see me do anything, you'll never be targeted by anyone, you'll never be involved in any of my business. I promise you, love, I promise." he reassured. I sighed and bit my lip, my hands raising to hold his chest as he looked at me. I had to admit that I loved the idea of being Tom's girlfriend. We'd only spent a night together, but both of us had felt the connection. And if he promised to keep me away from his work, I was willing to give it a go.

"Okay, Tommy. Yes, I'll be your girlfriend." I nodded. His eyes widened and he breathed a sigh of relief, making me laugh and shake my head as I leant in and pressed our lips together. He returned it, his hands holding my waist as I cupped his face. He broke the kiss and looked at me.

"You won't regret this, darling. I promise." he reassured.

"I'm sure that I won't, Tommy." I nodded. He returned it and gave me another smile before kissing me softly again.