Tom Holland and Peter Parker one-shots 3.0

Cookies *SMUT* (Mob boss!AU, Tom Holland)

Requested by megholland: Tom and Y/N are married, but haven't had sex in a while since he's so busy with the mob. Y/N is frustrated by this, so tries to make him jealous by flirting with one of his guards in plain view of Tom. He's furious but doesn't show it, so Y/N thinks that it hasn't worked and goes home to make cookies for them. Tom comes home and Y/N quickly realises that her stunt did in fact work.

I sat in the car, my phone against my ear as I called Tom's phone for the fifth time.

"Hey, it's Tom, I can't get to the phone right now. Leave a message but I probably won't get back to you unless you're dying, or my wife." I rolled my eyes at the voicemail before hanging up again.

"Liar." I mumbled to myself before sighing. I was the wife of Tom Holland, the boss of the most feared mob in the country, the Holland mob. I loved Tom with all of my heart and the first five years of married life with him had been amazing. The only downside of being married to such a powerful man was that his attention was often split between me and his work, and right now, his work was getting almost all of the attention. I understood why, but I was also frustrated. After all, he hadn't left his headquarters in two months, meaning that we hadn't had sex in two months. And, well, I was horny. So, I had come to his building dressed in the skimpiest outfit that I could get away with in public, with the plan of flirting with one of his employees and making him jealous enough that he'd finally leave his work and fuck me. It was a plan that I knew that I'd answer for in the long run, but our best sex was always born out of Tom getting jealous, and so I needed this. I took a deep breath before getting out of the car, my heart racing at what I was about to do. And the prospect of what would hopefully happen as a result. I locked my car before trotting up the steps of the building, my heels clicking against the marble as the door was opened for me. I headed straight along the corridor as I tried not to chicken out of the plan. I got to my husband's shut office door, my heart in my throat as I raised my fist to the wood.

"Come in." Tom's muffled voice sounded. I opened the door, the beautiful sight of my husband's head arched over the desk as he scribbled whatever it was down onto paper coming into my view as I walked in. He looked up at me, his chocolate eyes widening and a small smile curling onto his lips as he saw me.

"Darling, hey. What are you doing here, especially dressed like that?" He chuckled as I walked towards his desk.

"I wanted to see my husband. You know, the one who's been cooped up in here, all alone, for the last two months." I teased, making him sigh as I sat down on his lap, and he curled his arm around my waist.

"I know, sweetheart, I'm sorry. You know how busy I can get." He stated, making me roll my eyes as I stood back up again.

"Oh, I know." I scoffed. He narrowed his eyes at me.

"Sweetheart, I love you, but did you only come here to tell me off for the fact that I've been busy?" He accused.

"Of course I didn't, Tommy. I wanted to see you. That's all." I shrugged, making him sigh as I turned towards the door. Time to put the plan into motion, I thought as I furrowed my eyebrows at the guard by the door.

"Have you been working out, Jake? You look massive." I chuckled, making Tom look up and making Jake look at me with a confused look as I gently squeezed his bicep.

"Um...as much as I have to for this job, but no more than usual." He chuckled nervously.

"Oh, well, you look good. Black is definitely your colour." I smirked and bit my lip as I let my eyes rake up and down his black-suit-clad-body. Of course I didn't actually have any interest in my husband's guard, I was just all too aware that Tom's eyes were glued to me, his jaw clenched, and his hands balled into fists as he watched me flirt with his employee. It was definitely working.