Tom Holland and Peter Parker one-shots 2.0

The maid *SMUT* (Mob boss!AU, Tom Holland)

Requested by randomreaderr20: Y/N is Tom's live-in maid. She cooks and cleans for Tom and the other members of the mob. She's often treated badly, which annoys Tom because he has a soft spot for her. He does nice things for her, including buying her presents like nice dresses, and the sexual tension builds when Tom touches her to 'get past'. Y/N develops feelings for Tom through these acts of kindness and decides to act on it one day by wearing an extra revealing maid outfit and therefore bringing out the more jealous and dominant side to Tom.

I gently knocked my fist against the dining room door, the tray balanced on my arm as I waited for a response.

"Come in." my boss, Tom's voice sounded. I opened the door and walked in, the eyes of twelve men staring back at me as I walked into the dining room where the mob meeting was being held.

"Where do you want the tray, sir?" I asked.

"Anywhere is fine, love." Tom gave me a warm smile, making me return it as I put the tray on the middle of the table. I was the live-in maid of Tom Holland, the leader of the Holland mob here in London. My job was to cook, clean and do everything else in between for him and his men. Hence why I was currently being stared at by eleven other men, their gross eyes scanning up and down my figure as I put the tea down for them to have.

"Oops." one of the men sniggered as they knocked over their glass, making water spill out over the surface. I sighed and leant over the table to start mopping it up. My eyes widened, a yelp leaving my lips and my body jolting upright as I felt another man's hand harshly grab my ass, all of the others laughing at my reaction. All but one, anyway.

"What the fuck?" Tom spat at the man who had grabbed me, making his smile dip as the laughter died down.

"Y/N is my employee, and she deserves respect. That doesn't include you feeling like you can grab her arse because she's cleaning up a mess that one of you chuckle fucks created. The next time someone does that, they lose a hand. Got it?" he snapped. I bit my lip and looked down, my cheeks burning and my heart flipping at Tom defending me. That was another thing. Whilst I was technically just Tom's maid, really we were a bit more. Tom never failed to treat me with respect, and would always call out one of his men when they failed to do so. But it wasn't just that. I'd often find dress boxes left on my bed, the cardboard always opening up to reveal a beautiful designer dress and gorgeous tall heels. I was sure that I wasn't just being stupid assuming that that wasn't normally how a mob boss would treat his maid. Through all of the small nothings and gifts, I had started to develop a crush on my boss. Whether or not he reciprocated it, well. That was a different matter.

"Will that be all, sir?" I asked.

"Yes, Y/N, thank you." he smiled, making me return it as I left the dining room. I puffed out and rolled my eyes to myself at the behaviour of the gross men. Arse grabs and stupid little touches were common with Tom's men, so it was good to know that Tom would always have my back should I tell him that it had happened. I headed into the kitchen and sighed as I opened the fridge. I bit my lip and bent down, my eyes scanning over the contents as I tried to figure out what I'd cook for Tom tonight.

"Watch, love." my eyes widened, my breath hitching as the sound of Tom's voice was accompanied by his hands being placed on my waist as he moved past me. I tried not to moan as his crotch ever so slightly brushed my ass as he passed, my mind going to the most sinful places at the action.

"S-sorry, sir, I didn't realise that you followed me in here." I chuckled nervously as I stood up straight.

"You're alright. I just wanted to check that you're okay after those idiots doing what they did." he sighed and shook his head.