𝙰𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 | 𝚃𝚘𝚖 𝙷𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚡 𝙾𝙲 (𝟷𝟾+)

2 ~ A Fucking Teenager

Tom Holland

A grunt leaves my lips as I grip my pen, looking at the mass amount of paperwork in front of me. I sigh, unsure on why I do this myself when I could get one of the others to do it for me, but hey. That's what you get for being a mobster.

I let out a stutter, my face warm and shiny from the layer of sweat. I put my pen down, gripping the brown curls and tug harshly as I cum into the brunettes mouth. She swallows it happily, getting up from under my desk with a bashful look. Her lipstick smeared and her clothes showing off her panties and bra.

"Anything else you'd like, Mr. Holland?" She offered, batting her ridiculously long eye lashes at me.

"No thank you, Ms. Rose. Have a good afternoon" I wink. She goes to kiss me, but I dodge it, not wanting to kiss her on the lips for reasons. She pouts and kisses my cheek, swaying her hips as she leaves. Harrison gives her a little 'hello' as she passes him and smirks at me with a playful flint in his eyes.

"Have fun, mate?" He slumps down in one of the leather chairs in front of me, that made a weird squeak noise, causing Harrison to say 'it was the chair', making me snicker.

"Eh, she was alright. Just needed to relieve some stress" I mumble, looking down at the paper work I front of me. I pause as I hear my phone ringing, only to see my dads contact come up. I sigh and answer it.

"Hello?"

"Tom! Can you see me today? I need to talk to you about something important" he explained, quote bluntly. I roll my eyes, looking at my calendar briefly.

"Yeah, I can do that. You wanna meet here, or do you want me to go there?" I question. He always changes where to meet up.

"Come here, your mum made beautiful cookies and I'm sure she'd love for you to have one. See you at, let's say... 10?" He requested.

"Yeah, sounds good. I'll see you then." We say our goodbyes before I hang up, sighing and glancing at Harrison, who had a strange look on his face.

"What's up with you?" I queried. He shakes his head and point to my crotch, seeing my pants undone still, but confined in my boxers. I scoff and shake my head, standing up and zipping up my dress pants before leaving the room, muttering a small 'prick' to Harrison.

꒦꒷♡꒷꒦𝒯𝒾𝓂𝑒 𝓈𝓀𝒾𝓅 𝓉𝑜~𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝑒𝑒𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔꒦꒷♡꒷꒦

Pulling up to my old house is something I do frequently. The flowers don't look as colourful during the winter, and the house in general is rundown, but it's one of my comfort places. I get out of my car, locking it as I make my way up the pathway and knocking on the door. It opens seconds later revealing my cheery mum.

"Tom!!! How are you, sweetheart?!" She squeals, pulling me down to hug her in her tight embrace. I rub my hands up and down her back, feeling her warmth and taking in her sweet, comforting scent.

"Busy, honestly. And tired. How about you, mum? Dad mentioned cookies?" I quiz, pulling away so I can look at her. She grabs my hand, leading me to the kitchen, happily showing me the freshly made treats and a cup of tea next to them.

"I've been alright, busy making these bad boys." She cocks an eyebrow playfully, swaying her hips as she grabs me one with the tea, placing it in front of me as I sit on the bar stool. I thank her, taking a bite of the chocolate chip sensation. The flavour melts of my tongue as I take a sip of my hot tea, both coming hand and hand with the best flavours.

"Delicious as always. Thanks, mum" I mumble as I take my second bite. I hear loud foot steps make their way down the staircase, gradually getting louder until they end up at the kitchen entry.