Tom Holland Imagines

The London Kings (Tom Holland)

(Your pov)

Walking down the streets of London at night with no one to walk with you was never safe. Not in the slightest. The sidewalks were barren, not a trace of a single mourning soul out and about at this time of the night. It's like all of London had a curfew.

Your hands were stuffed into the front pockets of your coat and your battered converses lightly tapped at the cement of the sidewalk as you walked. You exhaled with a shudder, watching as your breath disappear into the chill night air.

It was currently the middle of December, your part of the world had turned icy and cold and the trees turned lifeless, as if they weren't just producing their deep green leafs last spring.

You took your hand out of one of your front coat pockets, gripping your phone in your cold hand. You turned your phone on, the brightness from the screen burning your eyes. Turning down the brightness, your eyes adjusted to look down at the time on your phone.

'2:35am' is what you read. Sighing, you shove it back in one of your front coat pockets, continuing your journey back to your apartment while the feeling continued to fade from your legs.

As you rounded a corner, you bumped into a wall of some sorts. You were assured that what you bumped into was not a wall, but a instead person when their hands launched out to grab onto your waist, keeping you from falling right on your butt.

The person who saved you chuckled deeply, setting off shivers down your spine.

You looked up at your savior getting ready to apologize to them until you noticed their near perfect features. Your eyes immediately went to his eyes, they were dark and alluring, pulling you further into their brown iris's. You shifted your eyes to his mop of brown curls that set atop his head perfectly, all the curls in their rightful place. Why does he look so familiar? You asked yourself. You felt your heart begin to pound.

With your eyes set on his once again, you could immediately tell that there was a wall built up that was strong than a thousand men and guards around the wall acting as extra precaution, just like yours.

You felt a blush run up your neck as you tried to fight it down as the words to an apology got caught in your throat.

"O-oh my gosh I-Im so sorry I wasn't looking where I was going–" you were cut off with as a smooth English accent started talking.

"It's alright, love. What are you doing out this late anyway?" He questioned, letting his hands slide from your  waist as he looked down at you with curiosity set inside of his brown iris's.

You felt the embarrassment from earlier slowly drain out of your veins, but instead replaced with confusion and confidence. You had heard the voice before, you just couldn't place your finger on it.

"I could ask you the same question" You said, smiling lightly, crossing your arms over your chest, the shine of the street lamps illuminating your face.

"Well, darling, if you must know, there was some very important business that I needed to attend to. Now, what is your excuse?" You could see him smirking down at you, his eyes dancing with amusement.

You thought over his answer. What kind of business would someone have to take care of at 2:35 in the morning? Suddenly, the realization hit you like an eighteen wheeler going 70 miles per hour.

With a sarcastic laugh and a shake of your head, you stepped back to put space between you and the most dangerous gang leader in all of Europe.

"Ah, we've pieced together the puzzle. Honestly, I thought it would've taken longer, you've always been a smart girl" he said while staring at you like you were his prey. His eyes scanning your body, from the way your hair is fixed all the way down to your feet where your battered converses are laced up.

"Smart and gorgeous" he said. You scoffed, looking him directly in the eyes.

"I don't know if I should take that as a compliment when it's coming from you, Tom" you replied, your tone as cold as the December night air.

"Calm down, darling. No need to get worked up" he smirked, feeling good that he got a reaction out of you, taking step towards you. You instantly took a step back, putting the previous amount of space between you and Tom again.

"Well, it's been nice and all but I really have to go home right about" you stopped to slip your hand out of you coat pocket, gripping you phone in your hand, turning it on and looking at the time "now".

You showed him the screen of your phone, showing him the time, '2:56'. Retracting the phone from Toms face, you slipped it into your coast pocket once again. You smiled sarcastically and tried to walk past him.

Before you got out of arms length, Tom grabbed your wrist pulling you back and pushing you up against the wall of the building you guys were just talking in front of, a gasp escaped your lips.

Tom slipped his hand from you wrist to your waist while his other hand was slammed beside of your hand producing a thud. The hand on your waist was pushing your body into the brick wall as his body caged you in between his body and the brick wall.

He dipped his head down so that his lips brushed against your earlobe, his hot breath fanning against you cheek as you tried to control your breathing.

"Now, Y/N, we both know that I have never liked it when people disrespected me. So I suggest that you drop the attitude, princess, before I make you" he growled, his voice low.

Chest heaving up and down, you struggled to form a sentence, trying to find a sliver of confidence while your mind was frantic, not fully comprehending what what going on. Your heart felt like it was about to jump out if your chest any minute.

"Yeah, well then you should know that I don't like narcissistic assholes like you. So if you would let go of me and let me leave, then that would be great" you said bitterly.

Tom growled, moving his head down so his mouth was now hovering over the side of your neck. Your breath hitched in your throat and you but your lip, trying to keep a small sigh from escaping.

"Y/N, you seem to have forgotten how much control I have in London. I have people that can wipe out your whole gang. Remember, first is always better than second" Tom said.

You flinched, closing your eyes before opening them and trying to push Tom away but it didn't seem to phase him in slightest. You suddenly became aware of the tight grip that he had on your waist and whimpered softly in pain.

"See you soon, Y/N" he whispered then retracted his head from your neck and lightly kissed your forehead before sending one more wink along with a smirk your way before disappearing into the freezing dark night.

You stood there, leaning against the wall for support for a couple of minutes, trying to catch your breath and trying to calm your rapidly beating heart. After a while, you sighed and continued walking to your apartment like nothing had ever happened.

You may have acted like nothing happened, but the way his breath fanned across your neck and the feeling of his hand gripping your waist tightly stuck in your mind for the rest of the night.

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hey guys! here's another imagine. i don't know is you guys want a part 2 or not but im still going to make one. and this one isn't based on a song for once, im happy about that. love you guys!

-Kat