HufflepuffHolland's Writing Collection

Something More (Part 1, 2, & 3) // Tom Holland

By Hufflepuffholland on Tumblr

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: CEO!FWB!Tom AU, that's all you need to know. 

Word count: 4200

Warnings for this series: references to sex, smutty make outs, Jealous!Tom

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Tom stripped himself of his sweaty gym clothes; his muscles sore from pushing himself for almost three hours. His morning had already done a number on him – and he still had to go into work later today. Being the CEO of his own company took a toll on him, and it also didn't give him enough time and room to call in sick, or even something as simple as getting a day or two for himself. Everyday was stress after stress. He picked up his phone, sending a quick text with the message, "Rough day, when can I see you?", before setting it back down on the counter and hopping into the shower. His insides were screaming as the hot water hit his skin.

He thought about what he'd have to do when he got to the office – it was a lot of pressure, when he thought about it, especially for someone at the ripe age of twenty-three. He didn't have much time to enjoy himself after college. His father had prepped him to take the CEO position his whole life and, even though Tom was grateful, he almost resented his father for not taking into consideration what Tom might have wanted to do with his life instead. But, he couldn't complain. He was set for life.

As soon as Tom was out of the shower, a towel wrapped around his waist, he picked up his phone with dry hands, looking to see if he got a reply. Nothing. He frowned, thinking that something else – or better – had come up. He shook his head; he'd have to find another way to entertain himself before he had to go in at ten. He had just settled in on the couch, remote in hand, still just in his towel, when there was a knock on the door. Tom's eyebrows furrowed as he checked his watch. It's only almost seven in the morning. Who could be at his door? He got up, peeking through his apartment door's peephole and seeing a girl, about his age, standing outside with a plumber's uniform on. He cleared his throat, opening the door.

"I heard there was a problem with your plumbing – something about a pipe needing to be taken care of?" Tom gave the young woman a confused smile, shrugging.

"I didn't call for a plumber." He leaned against the doorframe, his arms crossed over his unclothed chest – it wasn't until then that he remembered he was only sporting a towel. The girl shrugged, stepping forward as she showed him the inside of the bag she carried.

"Well, I don't have any tools." Without another word, Tom caught her as she jumped and wrapped her legs around his waist. Her lips were immediately on his as Tom moved them into his apartment, shutting the door.

"Why didn't you text me back and tell me you were coming?" You shrugged, getting up with the sheet wrapped around you.

"Just wanted to surprise you – thought you could use it." Tom smiled at you. "Can I hit the shower?" He nodded, looking at the time. He still had an hour and a half. "Care to join me, Mr. Holland?" He rolled his eyes, getting up and sliding on his boxers. He walked over to you, leaning to kiss your cheek.

"Darling," he whispered against your skin, "if I get in there with you, I'll never get to work on time, and we can't have that, can we?" He smiled when he felt your cheeks burn slightly under his lips. You grabbed the bag you brought with your extra clothes, taking it into the restroom with you so you could shower. Tom picked out his suit for today – he went with grey, a change from his all black. He laid it on his bed, heading into the bathroom to wash his face. He grabbed a face towel of the rack, turning on the faucet.