#mob!tom smut

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Business

Slight mob!Loki x female reader

18+ | contains smut

“Loki, when are you coming back to bed?” You asked, pouting as you fastened your short silk robe, stepping into Loki’s study.

“I’m just sorting through a few things dearest, soon.” Loki answered, glancing up at you before doing a double take, noticing your attire.

“Hi Thor.” You smiled, greeting Loki’s brother.

“Y/n.” He replied, swallowing thickly before his eyes quickly ran up your exposed legs.

“Are these things anything I can help with?” You offered.

“Come here.” Loki gestured, tapping his knee. Walking further into the room, you made your way to Loki, sitting on his lap as you looked down at the papers sprawled out over the desk. “The aim is to go from here” Loki began, placing his finger on a map “to here unnoticed.” He finished, pointing to the final destination.

“Hmm, unnoticed?” You hummed, wracking your brain.

“Yeah.” He nodded, kissing your neck.

“Dress as delivery men and use a delivery truck.” You suggested.

“That’s too obvious, sweet.” Loki answered.

“Then garbage men then, no one is going to check a garbage truck.” You shrugged.

“And where would we get this garbage truck?” Thor queried, you and Loki both glancing up at him.

“Loki has contacts everywhere.”

“Yes brother,” Loki smirked, “I’ve got contacts everywhere.”

“So that’s sorted then” you clapped, looking back at Loki as he wrapped his arm tighter around you “can we go back to bed now?”

“I’m afraid there’s still something else.” Loki sighed.

“Fine” you huffed, breaking out of Loki’s grip as you stood “I guess I’m going to have to just take care of myself then.” You announced, walking out of the room, both sets of Odinson eyes on you as you did so. “Goodnight Thor.” You spoke, touching his arm as you passed him.

Watching you for a few moments, Loki couldn’t help but stand up, following after you.

“This won’t take a minute” Loki lied, speaking to Thor “sit down, make yourself at home.” He called, leaving the room. Heading up the stairs, Loki was quick to catch up with you, leaving you yelping as he wrapped his arms around you from behind, practically carrying you to the bedroom.

“I said I’d be with you in a moment, couldn’t you have just given me that?” Loki spoke firmly.

“No.” You giggled.

“Right, bend over that bed.” He ordered.

You were quick to make your way to the bed, standing at the end of it before leaning over it, balancing on your forearms. Loki stood behind you, one arm snaking around your body to undo your robe. The thin material slipped off of your body, leaving you bare for Loki as he ran two of his fingers through your folds.

“Already so wet.” He noted lowly, fingers circling your clit slowly.

“I was getting ready for you.” You grinned.

“Yeah?” He smiled coyly.

“Mhmm.” You hummed.

“Good girl, getting it nice and wet for daddy.” Loki praised, the sound of his belt unbuckling ringing in your ear before you felt him pressing his soft, thick member against you. “What do you want me to do?” He questioned, gripping his length and gently moving it through your slick folds.

“You know what I want you to do.” You answered, impatiently moving your hips backwards.

“Say it” Loki commanded, pressing the tip of his length to your entrance “say it.” He uttered.

“I want you to fuck me.” You almost whined.

“That’s a good girl.” He smirked, pressing himself into you.

“Lokii.” You mewled as he buried himself inside of you, every inch of him filling you before he pulled out. “Fuck.” You moaned as he gripped your hips tightly, thrusting inside of you again, harder this time, more purposefully.

“Such a tight little thing.” He lauded, one of his hands lifting and landing on your ass hard as you moaned louder.

“Fuckk Lokii.” You gasped, his balls hitting your clit as he continued thrusting in and out of you.

“Shh, we have a guest, remember.” He chuckled darkly.

“Lokii.” You panted, Loki hitting that perfect soft spot with each calculated stroke. “Feels so good.” You moaned lewdly as he grabbed your hand, guiding it to your clit prompting you to rub it.

“Quiet.” He instructed, loosening his tie before practically shoving it into your mouth in the hopes of silencing you but knowing it’d just arouse you further. You humored him, gagging on it as he continued fucking you. Your face was almost buried into the bed as you tried to remain balanced on one of your forearms.

Downstairs, Thor repositioned himself, crossing his legs as he heard what sounded like Loki spanking you. He tried to busy himself looking through the map on the table but it was useless.

“Are you going to be a dear and cum for me so I can continue discussing business? Hmm?” Loki asked, thrusts quickening. Unable to reply, you clenched your walls around him. “Good girl.” He smiled before pounding into you, unable to conceal his own groaning. Feeling your walls thrumming around him, Loki tore the tie out of your mouth.

“Fuck!” You exclaimed, pleasure consuming you “m’ cumming.”

“Love, you’re soaking me.” Loki spoke, clearly amused as he slowed his pace, guiding you through your high.

“I-I’ll clean you up.”

“And how are you going to do that?” He questioned, still inside you. Reaching behind you, you tried to push him backwards. Realising what you were doing, Loki pulled out of you. Turning around to face him, you went onto your knees before gripping his hard, length, moist from your arousal. You moved your hand up and down it, Loki relaxing against your touch as you massaged his sensitive member. Opening your mouth, you guided him inside it, flicking the tip with your tongue as it entered. Hands on his hips, Loki closed his eyes as you gagged on his cock, hollowing your cheeks around it as you sucked on it. Unable to control himself, his hips involuntarily thrusted forwards, chasing your mouth as you circled the tip with your tongue.

“Are you going to let me cum on those pretty tits?” Loki cooed, feeling his orgasm approaching. Nodding, you replaced your mouth with your hand, fisting him to completion before he came, coating your breasts with his warm seed.

“My good good girl.” He praised, pulling you into a long kiss as if he just wanted to taste himself against you. “Go and grab me some clean trousers.” He spoke, breaking the kiss and slapping your ass as you turned around towards the wardrobe. “Thank you.” He added, taking his current ones off before putting the clean ones on. “Now, I’m going back downstairs and I’ll be back once I’m finished. You stay up here.”

“And what would you do if I came downstairs?” You questioned teasingly.

“I’d have to punish you.” He smirked.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time.” You giggled.

“Right, where were we?” Loki spoke, entering his study again.

“I—um—I need to leave.” Thor stuttered, almost sprinting out of the room.

This is the Thor that was in the study alone 🤣

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[clandestineloki]

mob!boss loki who smiles sweetly when he sees you at the entrance of his lair fidgeting with the paper bag of lunch you cooked for him, thinking of kissing everywhere on your face as a thank you and he makes his way to you while thinking of getting you a nice necklace

that smile fades away when one of his men "accidentally" bumps into you, the paper bag bursting and spilling all your hard work on your shirt. before the tears in your eyes can even begin to fall down your pretty face, mob!loki has the bastard on the floor, and "accidentally" stabs him in the stomach seventeen times until what was once this man's stomach is a disgusting mess of red guts on the expensive floors.

he turns to you, a little worried that you're terrified now that you've seen what a violent monster he is, but you're kneeling on the floor still picking up the remnants of your ruined food, a gloomy look on your face as you look to loki sadly. he sighs fondly, and pulls you into his arms, petting your hair while his guards clean up both messes in the hall. he whispers a promise that he isn't mad at you, and he loves you very much and is very thankful you went through all that to make him a nice meal, even if he didn't get to taste it :(( he stands up, holding you in a princess carry, asking you if you want to eat somewhere fancy or have a picnic, but you're distracted by the specks of blood on his perfect face. he did that... for you?

it kind of sparked a weird but good feeling inside you, the thought that he had murdered someone without a moment's hesitation but treated you as if you were made of glass. you've never felt this cherished and you swear you're a good girl (and loki tells you that you are) but you can't help but be a little aroused by his obsession. what if someone flirted with you in front of loki? would he tie the bastard up and force him to watch your pretty cunt get ruined by your husband? would that be the last thing this unfortunate soul sees before loki slits his throat? and would he come back to you and kiss you sweetly, initiating another round of passion with you with another man's blood on his hands?

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[spideyzgirl]

it’s not all roses

summary: you and tom, your neighbor, have been dating for more than a year, and you have fallen in love with him. when he invites you over for dinner, you can’t help but feel like he’s going to propose to you. you’ve been waiting for the magical moment for a while, and boy does something magical happen.

pairing: mob!tom holland x reader

warnings: angst, cursing, guns, mentions of blood,

wc: 3411

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you’d only ever met one man who you’d truly call captivating. tom holland, your neighbor who you’ve been dating for a little more than a year. you were completely infatuated with him, it was safe to say you’ve never been happier.

tonight, he had invited you over for “a very special dinner”, so he had called it. you couldn’t shake the feeling that maybe, he was finally going to pop the question. the thought of marrying the person who made you the happiest was one you could fantasize about all day.

you could hardly keep the smile off your face as you slipped into the pretty dress he bought you a while ago, along with the gorgeous diamond earrings he gifted you.

“y/n i’m so excited for you!” your best friend squealed over the phone. “do you think he’ll actually propose tonight?”

“i hope so. i really hope i’m not just assuming,” you muttered as doubt started to settle in your head.

“don’t think negative, i know he will. you’d better prepare for the celebratory dick you’re getting after.” she giggled.

“i’m hanging up now.” you winced.

after putting on your favorite perfume (also gifted to you by tom), you left your home, walking right to toms. using the spare key he got you, you let yourself in, greeting his cat twix with a few pets.

“tom?” you called out to him.

“in the kitchen, darling.” he responded. you followed the noise of kitchen utensils clanking together, and found tom in front of the oven with his back facing you. you smiled at the sight of him doing this for you. you were so lucky to find someone to care for you as much as he did. you snuck up behind him, snaking your arms around his waist and resting your head against his back.

“hey babygirl.” you greeted him.

“hello sweetheart,” he chuckled. “don’t you look gorgeous.” he pulled you up so you were leaning against his side, and gave you a long kiss.

“mm, can i have another one? just one more please?” he pouted. you laughed at him but complied, connecting your lips for another kiss. he grabbed your chin gently, holding you there for longer than you initially thought he would.

“god i love you.” he mumbled against your lips before giving you one last peck. “now, you and twix get out. you’re distracting me.” he playfully nudged you away.

“but i wanna know what you’re making. it smells really good.”

“you’ll see, now go relax. it’ll be ready in a second.”

you walked into the dining room, not expecting to see an arrangement of your favorite flowers, and warm scented candles lit. you sometimes felt undeserving of the things tom did for you, but he’d always be there to tell you otherwise. you’ve never felt so loved and appreciated in a relationship, it almost felt too good to be true.

“i’m gonna take your silence as a sign that you like it.” tom spoke as he walked up behind you with two plates of spaghetti. he set the plates down and placed his hands on his hips, observing his work.

your silence was starting to worry him though, and panic started to take over. “it’s- it’s not too much is it? maybe the candles were overboard, i admit. but-“

“tom, shut up. it’s perfect. it’s so perfect.”

“okay.” he gave you his signature cute smile before sitting down with you to eat.

*.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.*

“take it easy on the drinks darling, there’s something i wanna ask you later.” he grinned as you poured your second glass of wine.

you bit your lip to keep from smiling like a maniac. you almost wanted to skip the dinner and get right to the proposal. well, his question. you had to consider the fact that he was probably asking you something else. or hell, he’d probably tell you what he does for his job - after a year - and how he can afford all of the costly things he gifts you. the smile on your face dissipated as you thought about it again.

it always bothered you at the wrong moments. you were annoyed with the way you couldn’t focus on the nice dinner tom spent his time on for you. you were now thinking about his one flaw. not only was it bothersome, but it was confusing. tom claims he loves you, but he won’t trust you with the most simplest fact about him after a year of being together? it was weird and hurtful. anytime you brought up the seemingly touchy topic, he’d always brush it off or quickly change the topic.

“are you alright? you’ve gone quiet.” he asked.

there was no use in bringing it up. he’d probably start talking about the weather. so, you put on a smile and shook your head. “i’m okay, sorry.”

but tom knew you better. “are you sure? is there anything i can get you?”

maybe the truth.

“i said i’m fine, tom. can we talk about something?” you huffed.

“okay, how’s work going?” he asked.

you scoffed at the irony of the question. “it’s going great, actually. what about your job? how’s that going? whatever you do.” you sarcastically smiled.

tom sighed as he finally realizes what got you so upset. that conversation. the conversation he’s had with you so many times, that he can hardly keep track of how many times he’s discussed it with you. he knew you were getting fed up with his avoidance about it, but it was better you didn’t know yet.

“it’s fine. are you ready for dessert? your favorite ice cream is in the freezer, it’s got your name on it.” he smiled awkwardly as he stood.

you sighed as you kept your glare on him. suddenly, several red dots danced their way up toms chest, before they all merged into one spot directly in the middle of his forehead. you squinted in confusion. tom was complete oblivious to what was happening.

“tom?”

“yes love?”

“what’s- what’s on your face?”

“somethings on my face? like what?” he asked simply, happy you were the one changing the subject this time.

“red dots. like laser pointers.”

“laser pointers? what’re you-“ tom gasped as his eyes shot open. “y/n, get down.”

“what?”

“get down!” he darted towards you, as the windows started shattering as a stream bullets began rapidly firing through them. tom grabbed your arm, pulling you down harshly under the table with him.

tom held you against his chest, his hand protecting your head as you cried in fear. the deafening sounds of the shots were enough to leave your ears ringing for days. there were no thoughts in your head, except for the one where you’re about to die in toms arms. the only thing letting you know you were still there was toms rapid heartbeat banging in your ear. you didn’t lift your head from his chest until the shots stopped firing through the house, the only audible noise was your ragged breathing and sniffles.

“tom-“

“shh.” he shushed you instantly, keeping a sharp ear out for signs of any people inside. he heard deep voices approaching the windows, followed by sounds of struggling, and finally the grinding of glass met with heavy footsteps. “there are no bodies, no blood. he’s still alive, find him. the girl too.” one of the voices boomed throughout the house.

you could see numerous black shoes scattering away from the windows, in search of you and tom. the men were tearing up anything and everything in the house in order to find you both. they were already upstairs; you could hear the muffled noises of things hitting the floors.

“listen to me,” tom whispered, grabbing your face and looking you in your glossy eyes. “we’re gonna run for the garage and get the fuck out of here, alright? stay close to me.”

you watched with fearful eyes as he grabbed a gun that was tapped to the bottom of the table, checking how many rounds were in the chamber before clicking it back into place. “what- what is that? why do you have that, tom? what’s going on? who are those people-“

“baby, we don’t have a lot of time for that right now. pretty soon, they’re gonna tear up with room too so we need to go. i promise i’ll explain this all later, just let me get you somewhere safe. nod if you understand.”

you nodded as more tears rolled down your cheeks. he crawled from under the table first, checking to make sure no one was around. once he was sure it was clear, he held his hand for you to take and you followed him from under the table.

you looked around anxiously. your flowers were disarranged and ruined, the glass of the vase shattered everywhere as water began to drip onto the floor. standing there witnessing the mess on the table, you felt like you were just waiting to die. you never thought it would be possible, but you didn’t feel safe in toms house anymore.

tom stealthily lead you both to the garage door. he opened it, but it was abruptly kicked shut by one of the men. tom quickly turned toward him, and they were both aiming their guns at the others head. he was much taller and burlier than tom. the man chuckled darkly as he cocked his gun. “you didn’t think you’d get away so quickly, did you?”

“well, for a second there, yeah.” tom shrugged, his gaze never lingering.

“stop fucking around, holland. we’ve got shit to discuss, you’re coming with us whether you want to or not.” he growled.

“you could’ve rung the doorbell.”

“that your girlfriend?” the man’s gaze shifted to you, his eyes running over your body as a disgusting ring fell on his lips. “y/n, isn’t it? she’s even sexier in person. such a shame you won’t be able to spend the rest of your lives together.”

he aimed the gun towards you now, but tom shot the man’s hand before he could even fire off his gun. you shrieked as the gun went off, alerting the others upstairs. the man was now sobbing on the floor, a stream of curses falling from his mouth.

tom yanked the door open and you both made a beeline toward the car. he hardly waited for the garage to fully open before he took off, speeding right out of the neighborhood.

he sighed and rubbed his head and looked over to you. you were in a complete state of panic. your entire body was trembling has you held yourself. tears were still running down your cheeks, your mascara with them.

“are you alright?” he asked you softly.

“take a guess.” you spat. “you just shot someone, tom! he’s probably going to die now, you just killed someone!”

“i would never kill anyone in front of you.”

“not in front of me? really? do you even hear the words coming out of your mouth?” you screamed.

“y/n, calm down. he’s not gonna die, i just shot his hand. the worst he’ll get is a lousy jerk off.”

“that’s not funny. and that doesn’t make me feel any better. you still shot someone.”

“what did you expect me to do, y/n? he was going to shoot you if i didn’t shoot him first. if you thought i was just gonna sit back and relax, you’re out of your fucking mind.” he snapped.

none of this was making sense. you had your heart set on a lovely dinner date with your boyfriend and possibly getting engaged, with mind blowing celebratory sex afterwards. definitely not this. you don’t even know the man beside you, all of a sudden. he was entirely unrecognizable from the man you were just having dinner with.

“what do you do for your job, tom?” you asked quietly.

his grip on the wheel tightened and he clenched his jaw, holding his silence.

“answer me.” you pressed.

“i’m the leader of a mob.” he didn’t look at you when he said it. he didn’t want to see your reaction. but he knew it was bad when you fell quiet. “i didn’t want you to find out this way. i was going to tell you, i swear.”

the leader of a fucking mob? you were dating a crime boss? these are things mentioned on the first date, right? who knows what kinds of shady shit he’s into. it didn’t sit right with you at all.

“where are you taking me.” you mumbled.

“somewhere safe. i’ll get you cleaned up, and you can get some rest.”

absolutely not. ‘somewhere safe’ was not convincing enough for you. as much as it hurt, you just wanted to get away from tom. “stop the car.” you spoke up.

“what?”

“stop the car, right fucking now.” you raised your voice.

tom obeyed, and watched as you frantically left the car and began walking along the side of the road. he sighed, rolling the window down and pulled up beside you. “y/n, what are you doing? we don’t have time for this. they’ll be on our asses any second now.”

“i’m getting the fuck away from you. i don’t want to be near you right now, i’m sure you can understand that.”

you words cut deep, but he understood you were just shaken up. “you have no where to go, y/n. some of them are most likely still in the neighborhood, you can’t go home.”

your stride faltered as his words hit you like a ton of bricks. you can’t go home. if not, where the hell could you go? you were too stubborn to get back in though. you didn’t have any money on you, but maybe you could make it to your parents if you kept walking. which would be a 25 mile walk.

“you heard him say your name, y/n. they’ve clearly done their research. they know you, whether you like it or not. they know your friends your family, their address. you’re not safe anywhere right now. if you come with me, i’ll keep you safe. you know that.”

you exhaled as you stopped walking. you hated how he was right. seeing as you had no other choice, you grumpily got back in the car, keeping your back faced towards him. he continued driving, and silence consumed the car.

you thought about twix suddenly, and a wave of dread ran through your veins. “do you think twix is okay?” you asked hopefully.

tom didn’t want to worsen your worried state, so he lied. “uh, she should be fine. probably took off when the first few shots hit.” he nodded.

you sighed a breath of relief, and tried to think about anything other than the events of the night, which proved impossible for the rest of the ride.

*.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.*

it was well after 12 am once you arrived “somewhere safe”. your eyes lit up as you marveled at the enormous estate. once the gate opened, the car climbed the hill of a driveway before parking in front of the found fountain. lights shone through some of the floor to ceiling windows, giving you a glimpse of the beauty inside.

so the expensive gifts were just a tiny peak of his wealth.

tom noticed your reaction and smiled. he was relieved to see your face again. “it’s bigger on the inside, just wait.”

you watched as tom hopped out of the car, and you questioned how okay he was being right now. but you figured since he’s been doing this for god know how long, it probably doesn’t bother him as much. lucky bastard.

he opened your door for you and “come on then, let’s get you inside.”

you followed tom into the house, taking in the extravagance of the inside. the spacious loft area was well lit due to the gorgeous crystal chandelier hanging above. you could see your own reflection in the glossy hardwood floors. just when you thought it couldn’t get any more beautiful.

“this is all you?” you asked, still stunned by the house’s beauty.

“mostly me,” he nodded. “you like it?”

“that’s one way to put it.” you took note of the random people who went up and down the stairs every few minutes or so, and others who were chatting in the sitting area. “and you just let people walk around the house, at all hours of the night?” you frowned.

“well, this isn’t the ‘home’ part of the house, if that makes sense. the more homey part is in the west wing. come, i’ll show you.”

“i’m sorry, the west wing? what is this, bruce manor? how big is this place?”

suddenly, someone called out to tom, their footsteps hurriedly approaching. it was a blond haired boy, about the same age as tom.

“tom, mate,” he said, clearly winded from the run. “i just got word that your back. i wish you would’ve called back up or some shit instead of running.”

“i had something important to keep safe,” tom stated, gesturing towards you. “harrison, this is y/n.”

you looked at harrison and gave him a subtle smile.

“ah, y/n. i’ve heard your name being moaned in the wee hours of the night before. it’s no wonder, though.” his eyes trailed up your body and he licked his lips, making your stomach turn.

“hey, control yourself. she’s been through enough shit tonight.” tom warned.

“yeah, no kidding.” harrison eyes were trained on your bloody knees, and you winced when you saw how your blood was beginning to trickle down your legs. you blamed adrenaline for why you couldn’t feel it before. now that attention was brought to it, it was starting to sting.

“oh darling,” tom gasped. “that looks bad.”

“man, even in the midst of almost being murdered, you’re both still at it like horn dogs.” harrison chuckled.

“tom, slap him before i do.”

“oh my god. i’m gonna go get her patched up. i’ll meet you in my office afterwards.”

“i don’t like him.” you muttered after harrison walked away.

“it took me a while too.”

*.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.*

after tom treated your wounds, he left you some of his older clothes for you to change into. you snuggled into his large comfy bed, and he sat on the edge of the bed.

“i’m sorry i don’t have anything cozier for you to sleep in. i don’t have… woman clothes.” he shrugged.

“don’t be sorry, it’s a comfort to me.”

“right,” he chuckled. “can i get you anything before i go?”

“just some space…” you said, avoiding his eyes.

“..space?”

the crack in his voice tugged at your heart strings, but you continued. “yes, tom. i meant what i said earlier. i can’t be around you right now. not until i can’t clear my head, okay? i still haven’t even processed the last 3 hours of the day.”

tom understand completely, but that didn’t mean he liked it. after today, he just wanted to hold you and fall asleep with you under the warm covers. he wanted to kiss you softly as you fell asleep, hear the soft whistle of your nose as you rested. but he won’t be getting any of that tonight. it hurt him to hear you say how you, the love of his life, didn’t want to be around him.

“alright. yeah, i understand. tonight was hectic. take as long as you need, sweetheart.” he leaned over to kiss your temple. “goodnight.”

he hit the light switch before he left and shut the door, leaving you to question what the fuck happened in the course of 4 hours. you were back to questioning if you were safe with tom. there was no doubt that your life was in good hands since, apparently, he’s good with a gun. but what if those people came back? you recalled how they were searching for you as well. what would happen if they found you? what would they do with you? what if tom couldn’t save you this time? the thought alone sent chills down your spine.

you were feeling too much all at once. hurt because tom lied to you and terrified for your life. confused, because you weren’t sure who you were dating anymore. it was funny how you were so ready to get tied down to him, and now you were second guessing that.

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[maple-the-awesome]

Prettiest One In The Room || Part 2/2

Pairing: Mob! (any) Peter Parker x Reader

Words: 4,488

Overview: After being the victim of cruel remarks and snide laughter from others, you decide to take your husband's generous offer in proving just how much he loves his new wife. Warning: Smut, +18, oral (fem. receiving), gentle dom!Peter, sub!Reader, virgin!Reader, vaginal sex, multiple orgasms, hint of overstimulation, breeding kink if you squint, husband kink (because Peter loves being married to you😉), some dirty talk (but mostly praise because Peter worships you😍).

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PART ONE

You would shiver at the feeling of the cold marble counter brushing against your exposed thigh, however you're a little too distracted by Peter attacking your neck to complain. Addicted to the soft touch of your skin against his lips, he presses a trail of kisses as far north as your jaw and as far south as your collarbone, each as messy and wet as the last. Sometimes he hits the same place twice before finally deciding to give into temptation and nip you there; never enough to draw blood nor hurt, but plenty to make you whimper in anticipation. This is only the beginning after all.

You can feel Peter's calloused hands dust over your curves as they slide back downwards to your legs. After spreading them apart, he shamelessly positions himself in between which allows him better access directly to you. Personal space is further reduced by guiding your legs around his waist while his arms snake around your torso, pulling you chest-to-chest where he can successfully tower over you. This forces you to keep your head cranked backwards especially when his lips finally meet yours.

You're not sure what's more surprising: his clear desire for his wife that he's amazingly kept hidden until now or the fact that he's somehow deaf to the rapid pounding of her heart. It's almost nauseating paired alongside your wavering nerves and wild thoughts that all seem so out of place. You planned for this. You want this especially after finally laying to rest your worries of being a shame to your husband...So why do you feel so anxious right now?

"...Princess?" Peter only barely pulls away, his breath still warm against yours.

You give a hum for it's all you can muster.

"Do you not want this? I've told you time and time again: I won't be mad if you don't, but I'm not a mind reader, love. You have to be honest with me-" Crap, he isn't deaf after all.

"-I don't know what to do with my hands," you blurt pathetically, cheeks feeling as hot as the sun while you refuse to meet his eyes.

It's true. Your trembling hands have been clenching the edge of the counter in an iron grip, too busy debating their possible options to actually commit to one. Should you be hugging him back? Running your fingers through his slicked back hair? Maybe move them lower down his body until-

-A deep chuckle rumbles in Peter's chest, muffling itself against another quick kiss," this isn't a test, sweetheart, and don't you dare worry about me. Just do whatever makes you feel right."

Giving it some more thought paired with his encouraging words, you finally move your arms around him, wrapping them delicately over his shoulders where your fingertips can be tickled against the longer hair at the back of his head. Your bashful smile melts against his when he resumes work, this time biting your lower lip until you open your mouth only a crack. You soon open much wider however, when his tongue forces its way inside.

Dizzy from this deep kiss, your attention is only stolen away by the feeling of your dress being rolled up. All night you've been tugging at its ends trying to keep it from riding up too far yet here you are now, eagerly shifting your weight to help Peter swiftly move it upwards until exposing your full lower half.

You're taken aback by the animalistic growl he gives once looking you over, a sound that affects you in an almost embarrassing way that goes directly to your core. He has no guilt in staring, in fact he even goes as far as to lick his lips while plucking at the band of your new black lingerie," have you been hiding these pretty things the whole night, princess? 'makes me think someone was planning this, hmm?"

He must've truly been joking again, because you notice a very brief flash of surprise in his eyes when you look away shyly. Of course, it's gone by the time he blinks and replaced by a mischievous glimmer instead as he twiddles the ribbon against his finger, leaning towards you closer with a whispered voice that tickles your ear," usually I don't appreciate anyone being one step ahead of me, but for you, my sweet princess...I'm willing to make an exception."

Both of Peter's hands grasp your hips, giving them a squeeze as he pecks your lips before promptly moving along your jawline towards more important places," tell me, did you pick these out specifically for me?"

You hum your reply, each featherlight kiss leading down to the very crook of your neck.

"I bet you spent hours trying to find the perfect match. Which hug your figure best..."

You whimper when his large hands cup your ass as a perfect fit. His wedding ring is cold to the touch and judging on his grip, you wouldn't doubt a temporary imprint or two of it against your soft skin.

"...Which would make me hard for you..."

You bite your lip as you feel one of his hands move too slowly to reach your inner thigh, tracing a line from just above your knee up to the very place you can't wait to have him at.

"...Which would feel like utter heaven to wear while I shower you in all my love..."

You finally give a moan as Peter suddenly sucks the most sensitive skin of your neck harshly.

"Which you'll never be able to so much as look at again without remembering the time I tore into you, my beloved wife; the prettiest woman to ever live."

"P-Peter, you're going to leave marks," you warn, your concern overshadowed by pleasure as your husband continues to ignore your statement, deciding to fulfill it instead by giving you another suck slightly higher.

"That's the plan. 'have to set it straight with everyone else out there: you're mine and I have no shame in worshiping you."

It'll be impossible to hide all the marks Peter decorates you in right now, but maybe that's not a bad thing. While your cheeks burn with heat, there's a candle of excitement within your chest at the thought of leaving this bathroom arm-in-arm with your husband, covered in his lovely hickeys while wearing a smug smile upon your smeared lips. No one will be able to deny it then: you're his and he'd never have it any other way.

Peter's hands move again, only barely grazing over your upper thighs where they hesitate so that his fingers may pluck gently at the band of your lingerie.

"May I?"

It feels like a dream to have Peter push you further back onto the counter after you nod, removing your legs from his waist and placing them in a bent position over his shoulders once he kneels down. You must've been holding your breath for it, watching intensely as he carefully pulls off your panties to leave your bottom half completely exposed to him and only him. It's not until his thumb- roughly compared to his previous touch- brushes against your wet clit that your breath is released in a shaky gasp.

"So wet already, princess...and I've barely even touched you. How are you possibly going to make it through the night?" He doesn't remove his thumb from your clit, rather he continues rubbing circles against it which have your toes curling inside your heels.

"That feels good, doesn't it? Do you like when I touch you there, princess?"

You hum, tossing your head back.

"Words, princess."

"Y-Yes...It feels heavenly!" You fail to suppress the moan by chewing on your inner cheek. That task is impossible as Peter's finger dips into your soaking folds where it then dances over your opening.

Pleased by your previous answer, he smirks," you're the only person in the world I'll ever get down on my knees for, you know that?"

You dare to look down, curiosity getting the best of you when you feel his warm breath against your pussy, however you can only get a brief glance at the sight before your head is thrown back again, an unrestrained cry filling the air as Peter's lips attach themselves to your clit. Before you can even fully process the feeling of his tongue against your nerves, he uses it as a distraction to push his long finger into you.

Both actions are foreign in feeling. Sure, you've experimented with yourself a little as a horny teenager and you'd be lying to say you haven't secretly touched yourself even after marrying Peter. Once growing comfortable around your new husband, the next natural step was to fuck your own fingers while imagining the touch to belong to him as a fruitless attempt in reaching a proper orgasm much to your own frustration. Luckily, you don't think that's going to be a problem after tonight.

Peter's finger disappears to his knuckle as he pumps into your pussy, his tongue swirling over your sensitive bulb in the meantime. He doesn't bother being dignified about it nor is he afraid of the echo of his own slurping as he practically eats you alive like a starved man.

One finger then two, stretching you out in a way that's only a taste of what's to come. They burn at first, yet the more he moves inside your tight pussy, scissoring and curling against your wet walls, the more that pain transforms into a pleasure that has your mouth hung open, droll barely kept from dripping in the corners.

Never have you been able to make yourself feel this way. Where you'd normally lose strength just as your legs began to shake, Peter shows resistance, merely smirking while keeping at it. As your moans increase in volume with his name being torn from your throat in the form of a prayer, he only temporarily moves away from your pussy, his voice unforgivably deep.

"Are you gonna cum, princess? Go ahead then...Show your husband that he's doing his job well. 'show him how much you love it when he eats you out."

You're certain your grip on the counter is white at this point, any words you try to speak broken against your own moans until the feeling is overwhelming. You weren't sure how much longer you could last, however the answer is quickly provided when Peter gives another powerful suck while curling his fingers inside.

Crying out his name, you feel yourself finally come undone over his fingers and face. Your body shakes and you can't help lifting your hips into him in weak thrusts. He doesn't stop right away, instead catching your hips in his hands and pulling you into his face where he can easily kitten lick his share of your juices even if it leaves you whimpering.

It isn't until Peter stands to his feet that you can see what you've done, his jaw shining in the lights hanging above you both. Smirking, he shamelessly sticks his fingers into his mouth one at a time, sucking them off before kissing you again which allows you to taste yourself on his lips, too.

"Mmm, you taste wonderful, princess," he hums, pecking your forehead," but I'm ready for the main course, how about you? You took my fingers so well. 'think you can do that to my cock, too?"

"Please."

Peter chuckles before undoing his belt, letting his pants fall and pool at his ankles. His erection is clear in his boxers, a bit of precum visibly leaking onto the fabric. When he pulls this last remaining barrier of clothing down, his cock finally springs free and slaps his stomach.

You gulp, both out of desperation and slight worry. It's one thing to imagine what he looks like down there as you pump yourself with a measly two fingers, but it's a very different effect to see him in person like this. He's long and lean yet far bigger than just two fingers. A part of you wants to worry over this size, fearing the pain that will come from it regardless of what he's already done to make you slick. Of course, that's the quieter side of your head. Regardless of such silent worries, you lick your lips, dying for a taste.

With his cock in hand, Peter gives it a few pumps to prepare while caging you against the counter with his free hand. Despite the current situation including all the dirty things that have been said and done leading up to now, his voice is soft as he whispers in your ear," do you still want this, princess? We can keep it down to just you if you want."

"And leave you like that?" You whisper back, shivering at the sound of his cock sliding in his hand at a steady pace, and that's just it being coated in his own precum! What sinful sounds is it going to make pushed deep inside your slick?

"I could always finish myself off if-"

"-But I want you," you complain, placing a hand on the back of his head. Your fingers tangle in his hair, not applying any pressure but assuring he doesn't get any ideas of moving away," I want you inside me now. I want you to officially make me yours; all of me."

Peter moans lowly and you can feel his smooth tip barely poke against your folds," all of you, hmm? You want me to fuck your little pussy then?"

The tip pushes through only enough to run up and down through your folds, coating itself in leftover juices which makes you shiver again,"...break you open and pump you full of my big cock? Would you like that, princess?"

"Yes, I would, Peter. Please just fuck your wife already!" All he has to do is lean a little forward and he'll be in. Why must he tease like this?

"Atta girl."

You both moan when Peter finally pushes forward, his cock slipping into your pussy at a leisurely pace. Just as you expect, it burns a lot despite his fingers having already loosened you up. Such a feeling fills your eyes with tears which Peter brushes away with his thumbs kindly.

Whispering sweet words of encouragement along the way, he takes his time slowly sinking in until his balls reach your entrance, forbidding him from going any further," don't rush yourself, darling...Take your time and relax for me."

You whimper, your breath increasing as your pussy tries to adjust to his size, although it takes longer to get comfortable than you would like. Nevertheless, you listen to Peter's urges, waiting not so patiently for most of the stinging to subside before moving forward with the part you desire most.

Your husband groans when you weakly try to roll your hips against him, taking it as a sign to begin moving himself. Pulling out, he leaves just his tip in before slamming back into you again causing you to cry out in pleasure. With this, he begins the task of pumping into you as promised, starting out slow just to get you accustomed to the process.

With practice, your whines of discomfort become moans of pleasure ripped from the very depths of your lungs. Both of your arms wrap around him, digging into the back of Peter's suit which will more than likely need a special trip to the dry cleaners to get ironed out after the way you've been gripping onto the fabric (not that he minds one bit). Meanwhile, he keeps his own arms tightly around you to prevent you from being pushed too far back onto the counter by the force of his strong thrusts, instead keeping you trapped securely right where he can please you best on the edge.

"You're so damn tight, princess...So tight for me and only me. Does it feel good having your husband finally claim your pussy?

"Just." Thrust...

"Like." Thrust.

"You." Thrust!

"Planned!" THRUST!

Your nails scratch his skin with the same amount of pressure that your teeth bite into your lower lip with, trying to suppress the shameful smile his dirty words give," oh yes!"

Suddenly Peter stops and, for a split second, you fear that's a sign he came already, however before you can feel too disappointed over that, you realize the true reason for his pause.

"We're fucking busy!" He shouts angrily as the bathroom door only just begins to creak open.

 This makes your heart leap both due to his livid tone and the fact that someone almost caught the two of you, although you're sure the woman probably feels worse given how quickly she slams the door with a horrified gasp. Surely she put two and two together hearing moans then a man's voice coming from inside the women's bathroom...Oh well.

You might've let the interruption ruin this otherwise perfect moment if not for Peter lifting you off the counter and, in one swift movement, bending you over it with your bare ass in the air towards him.

"Hands on the counter, princess," Peter orders and you happy oblige," now unless you have any objections, I'd like to continue where we left off from here."

While you eagerly slap your palms against the smooth surface, keeping yourself upright with your back purposefully arched in a beautiful way, your prepared posture falters immediately when Peter pushes into you roughly from behind.

No longer facing him, you must watch from the mirror in front of you to see just what your husband's up to back there (not that this is a bad sight). His eyebrows are furrowed in concentration, sweat beading on his forehead as he holds your hips into place with a powerful grip. A mix of swears and praises fall from his satisfied smirk, his lustful eyes drifting from the sight of his cock disappearing into your deep pussy then to the mirror where he can check on your own expression.

Honestly you're a complete mess; absolutely breathtaking. You can barely keep your eyes open let alone keep yourself upright on the counter, falling over nearly every time Peter thrusts into you. It isn't probably not all that ladylike to have so much drool dripping from your mouth which hangs open and sings admirations for the man doing this to you, but he's touched to hear such songs.

"Peter-!" You go to shout, shutting your mouth quickly to muffle the sound in fear of someone else hearing. Even assuming that woman didn't go spread the news about Peter Parker currently fucking the soul out of his wife in the bathroom, others are bound to know the difference between an angry wife and a very happy one when they hear it themselves. 

Despite your thoughtfulness towards keeping this show private, Peter seems to have a different idea, reaching forward to pull your hair. It might've been his idea of being dominant, however it feels more like he's running his hand through your hair instead of actually pulling it. Damn him and his caring nature right now!

"Don't be shy. Tell them exactly who's fucking you, princess. 'make them regret ever doubting you."

You whimper.

"You about to cum again already, sweetheart? Damn, do you love your husband's thick cock that much that you can barely last?" Peter mocks, his thrusts getting harder," come on, princess. You deserve this. Cum for your husband and let everyone hear you do it!"

"PETER, MMM!" You don't need to be told twice. By the time Peter finishes his sentence, you're already letting loose over his cock. You both moan, you for the feeling of being so full and loved while Peter moans for the feeling of your tight pussy hugging around him so delicately; a perfectly fit just as he imagined you'd be for him.

Crossing your arms against the counter, you use them as a pillow to rest your head on as you sigh pleasantly. Once catching your breath, you glance over your shoulder with a tired smile in preparation to praise Peter, however that apparently has to wait.

Before you can process it, he's sneaking one of his hands around your front, his fingers searching blindly for something which he knows he's found by the way you raise your head against with a loud gasp.

"Peter, what are-?"

"-One more time, princess. I want you to cum one more time for me, please," his leans completely over your arched back, pressing against you until his teeth are able to nibble your ear lobe.

"I-I don't know if I can-can," you mewl, unable to help the movement of your legs as they prance in place. You're still so sensative from your last two orgasms yet Peter wants a third?

Thinking about it now, you're certain those first two orgasms were your strongest ever. Hell, maybe you've never actually orgasmed before if it's supposed to feel like that. Never have you felt anything near those powerful waves of pleasure when playing with yourself, so if Peter's feeling anything like you right now, you can understand why he's suddenly addicted, but can you really survive a third?

"You can do this, sweetheart. It'll be quick. Just one more so that I can cum with you this time. Don't you want to learn what it's like to have a man's stuff himself inside you?"

So dirty. 

"...But if you're really that tired, you can rest. I can finish myself like I said earlier. Just tell me what you prefer."

Hmm, so many options? Try for another orgasm, let him finish himself off and possibly cum elsewhere on your body. Hell, you're not against the idea of blowing him either.

"I'm waiting for the green light, princess."

You moan at his breath in your ear," go-go ahead...b-but I can't guarantee I'll be able to walk out of here."

"I'll carry you then," Peter smirks before mercilessly playing with your swollen ball of nerves, swirling around it with his thumb while slowly starting his thrusts up again.

You can't bother to keep your head up this time, resting it on your arms while allowing Peter to do as he pleases. He deserves it anyways with how good he's been making you feel for your first time.

He uses his free arm to wrap around your stomach, pulling you into him until there's no space left. Your back is completely pressed to his, his pelvis smacking against your ass as his cock buries itself into your slick folds at a rapid rate that has you screaming his name in no time.

You're so sensitive, your pussy feeling stretched to its limit while your clit's overwhelmed, but you don't want it to end. If you could, you'd stay like this the entire night, however realistically, you won't be able to last too much longer from now. Peter won't either. Soon, his own moans are matching the volume of yours, his grip tightening over you yet his naughty hand losing its persistent rate rubbing your blub.

Letting his head fall forward, Peter bites then kisses your shoulder sobbly," you-you feel that, princess? My cock...twitching inside you? I'm getting close...Mmm...'can't last much longer..."

Oh, you feel it alright. Even if you didn't, you could tell just by the way his face is screwed in the mirror. Peter's unraveling, reaching his own breaking point just as you are.

"I-I'ma...too," using whatever strength you have left, you push your ass against him, giving weak thrusts to help him along as you feel yourself beginning to cum once more. This time you have tears in your eyes, enough to roll down your cheeks as you shout into the air without any regard as to who might hear it," PETER! F-FUCK!"

The deep groan behind you is the only warning you have a split second before you shiver at the feeling of something foregin filling your insides. It's warm and thick, coating your walls beautiful if only you could see it.

Peter's thrusts shutter, both of his hands hurrying to steady himself by grabbing hold of your hips. He holds you to his leaking cock, giving it a few good thrusts to make sure he fills you completely, pushing his seed deep inside. You feel cold and empty when he finally pulls out with a sigh, although there's some satisfaction in his hand covering your entrance immediately afterwards.

"Such a good girl...So full of my cum," Peter whispers happily, using his fingers to push back in any of his thick liquids that seep out of your aching folds. If it weren't for your birth control, something tells you you'd definitely be pregnant after this, but if the process is this nice, maybe that's not a terrible idea someday.

You refuse to let go of the counter, using it as support to turn around and face your husband while still catching your breath. The first thing you do is look down, confirming for yourself that beads of white cum cover your pussy's entrance even around his hand. As for his cock, it's already starting to rise again despite being slick in your juices and his own cum along the sides.

"How...-" You inhale tiredly with a teasing smile,"-are you still hard after all that?"

"That's what happens when you have such a gorgeous wife. I could go all night if she asked," Peter leans forward, wrapping his arms tightly around you and pressing a needy kiss to your lips. Judging on how desperatly he claims your mouth, one would think he hasn't kissed you in ages and defintely didn't just get done fucking the life out of you.

His cock presses against your inner thigh, something that would've made you wet again if not for your three orgasms having turned your legs into jelly. There's no way you can go for more when you can barely stand straight on your own.

"Lift me onto the counter?" You ask into the kiss, Peter happily obliging.

You can't tell if it feels better to be sitting down with how much your pussy and lower back burn, however at least you're steady enough as you wrap your arms around Peter's shoulders, pulling him into another kiss.

He's the one to eventually pull away, his hands covering your cheeks as he carefully looks your face over with a hint of worry in his eyes," I didn't get too rough, did I?"

"Not at all. I loved it," you confirm, pecking his lips," I love you."

Peter smiles at this, letting his hands fall back around you," I love you, too, princess...and I hope you know that now without a doubt. Never let anyone make you think differently."

"And what if I want another lesson to prove it?"

"Sweetheart, you can have this without the 'lesson' part anytime you desire."

"...Then how about more tonight? I need some rest, but I'm not against the idea of taking care of you in the car ride back- if you want that is," you offer against his ear, running a hand down Peter's chest while giving his necktie a suggestive tug in the process.

Needing no other options, Peter makes quick work in lifting you up bridal style and demanding the first guard he crosses outside of the bathroom to start the car. It might not be exactly as you planned earlier, but you're certain tonight is going to be even better than what you dreamed.

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[michellejunes]

lock the door ✩ tom holland

word count ✎ 3.1k

tropes ✎ mob!tom / married!au / smut

warnings ✎ exhibition, oral sex (m receiving), brief masturbation, fingering, desk sex, dom/sub, edging, orgasm denial, talk of a hypothetical threesome, light spanking, sir kink

summary ✎ you surprise your husband at his new office with a gift under your dress and another under his desk. but you forgot to lock the door…

a/n ✎ hey besties, i wrote the first half at home and the second on the train so i’m sorry if it feels rushed at the end 💀 please reblog and let me know what you think 💗

“Knock knock.”

A glance up from his work was made, then a double-take. “Mrs Holland,” Tom greeted. “Aren’t you supposed to be at home?”

Closing the door behind you, you smiled. “I thought I would come visit, see how you’re getting on.” With that you came closer to the desk. 

The file in front of him was shut and pushed to the side. “And you couldn’t have waited for me to come home to ask that?” he teased with a smirk.

You were at his side, your fingers trailing across the desk. “I know that settling into a new place can be stressful sometimes.”

Your movements and tone felt suggestive; his head slightly turned as you stepped beside him, eyes following your fingers. “It is,” Tom slowly agreed.

“Well, since it’s my day off, I thought I could help you.” You smiled. 

“Help me? And how would you do that?”

“That was… my question to you, actually.” You bit your lip. “Do you need help with anything, Mr Holland?”

Despite the fact he was usually called by such a formal title due to his career, it always hit him differently when it came from you; his cock was almost immediately hardening. Turning to face you a little more, he leaned back in his chair and allowed his eyes to rake up and down your body. “I could use a release, now that you mention it.”

“Of course.” You sat on the desk. “Where would you like me?”

Humming, Tom rolled his chair back a little, then motioned to the opening beneath his desk. “On your knees,” that familiar smirk returned, “Where you belong.”

It was a nice, sturdy desk, and you hiked up your skirt as you slid beneath it, revealing the stockings and garter belt underneath the simple blue dress. “Yes, Mr Holland.” Your brow was raised, but you were smirking as you knelt. 

“Christ, Y/N,” he mumbled when he spotted the lingerie, his tongue sweeping over his bottom lip. But as soon as you settled beneath the furniture, he slid his chair back to where it was, giving you access to him. 

You took a moment to work the sleeves down and pull the dress down to bunch around your waist, showing off the blue silk and black lace bra underneath, before both hands were on his pants, undoing the button, pulling down the zip, and tugging the fabric open to reveal his cock straining against his boxers, then kissing softly along the outline. 

A quiet exhale left Tom’s lips as he pulled the file he’d been looking at earlier back in front of him, knowing it was useless to try to work while you were between his thighs, but he had to at least try.

Well, maybe not.

Regardless, the file was opened and a pen put atop it before he was sinking into his chair, eyes closing.

You worked his cock free from his boxers, slowly stroking it. It was already hard, but you liked the way it felt in your grip. This was hardly the first time you had played like this, but it had always been at home, where you being his secretary and looking after him could be played out for as long as you wanted. 

He slightly moved his chair back to see you even though you didn’t have your mouth around him yet, his eyes focused on how you were stroking his cock. “Come on, baby,” Tom breathed, pulling his dress shirt up a little, “Start sucking.”

Your lips closed around the tip, and carefully you began to work him into your mouth, inch by inch, sucking as he had asked. Your tongue flicked along the tip, swirling into the little slit, as your hands ran up and down his thighs, squeezing gently. Your eyes met his. 

“Fuck,” he groaned, his eyes briefly closing as he relished in the pleasure, though they were soon opening again to focus on you. “God, yes. I’m so glad you stopped by, love.”

You winked, your lips wrapping around the base. You started to bob your head, careful not to hit the desk, watching his expression as you swallowed around him. 

It was difficult to see you when you started moving back and forth, the edge of the desk getting in the way, so Tom opted for letting his eyes flutter shut, his head tipping back into the chair as he enjoyed what you were doing to him. “Fuck, Y/N,” he panted.

There was a knock at the door. 

Tom sat up straight in his chair, making a quick glance down at you. “Who—” his voice cracked and he cleared his throat, “—Who is it?”

“It’s Harrison. You were looking up the Thompson case?”

“Fuck, fuck,” Tom whispered, leaning back enough to see you. “Did you lock the door?”

You let out a soft noise to indicate no. 

“I’m—” heat rushed through him, his chest still heaving from pleasure, “—I’m, uh… I was, yeah, but, um…” Fuck, he couldn’t think straight. 

“… is now a bad time?” Harrison called. 

If he said ‘yes,’ that was a clear indicator he wasn’t alone; but if he said ‘no,’ then Harrison would come into the room. And you weren't stopping.

“… No? I don’t—I don’t kn—” Taking a sharp inhale, Tom just shook his head. “No, it’s—it’s fine.”

The door opened, and Harrison walked in. His eyes immediately locked onto Tom. “Everything all right?”

Tom shifted in his seat, quickly nodding his head. “Mhm, yeah. Everything’s fine,” he answered, though his voice was tense.

“Sure? You look like you need to adjust your thermostat,” Harrison chuckled, as he came over, the file in his hand. “Here. Everything I’ve got on Thompson and his closest men. Seems pretty open and shut, we’re looking at breaking and entering, theft and arson in our Manchester warehouse. You really don’t think the guy did it?”

It might have been funny if the room actually wasn’t much hotter than usual and Tom’s face wasn’t flushed red from pleasure. Not to mention frustration as Harrison approached. Still, Tom leaned forward a little, taking the file and setting it down. “No,” he answered, clearing his throat again as he shifted in his seat once more. “It was, uh… h-he had a—what’s it called—alibi. Made sense. Pretty—pretty sure he’s being,” god, he was squeezing the arm of his chair, “Uh, framed by a rival or enemy.”

“Man, Y/N has changed you,” Harrison chuckled. “Tom Holland giving someone the benefit of the doubt. That’s impressive.”

Tom’s other hand was on his chin, his elbow on the arm of the chair as he leaned on that side, still gripping the other. “Mm, she has,” he agreed through gritted teeth. 

You were careful just to lick him, not sucking too hard, or doing anything that would make too much noise in front of Harrison. 

Harrison paused. Then the tiniest of smirks quirked at his lips. “So, how is she? How are you getting along?” 

Great. He wasn’t leaving but apparently making fucking small talk. “She’s—she’s good,” Tom replied. “We’re, um, doing good. Really good.”

“Glad to hear it. Surprised she took you up on that offer to get her overseeing the Liverpool division in the end. What changed her mind?” Harrison asked. 

You took that moment to slowly deepthroat him. 

A slow, shaky breath left Tom’s nose as his eyes tightly shut. “You know, I have—I have no idea,” he admitted. 

“You’re probably right,” Harrison agreed. “I’m sure it took a lot of hard work with you sucking up to her to get her to change her mind.”

Meeting the blond man’s gaze, they stared at one another for a long moment. “… Meaning?”

“I’d tell you, but trying to explain it would,” Harrison’s lips quirked, “be a mouthful.”

Tom picked up the closest thing to him—a paperweight that had been a gift years ago—and chucked it at his best friend. “Get the fuck out.”

Harrison caught it, laughing, and placed it back on the desk. “Have a good afternoon, Tom. And Y/N.” With that, he rapidly left the room.

As soon as the door was shut and he was alone with you, Tom deflated in his chair with a heavy sigh, rolling back just enough to see you again. “You’re always getting me in trouble.”

You were immediately rapidly bobbing your head and sucking, your eyes fixed on his, your hands leaving his thighs to pull your bra down just enough that when you lifted your arms again, the cups pushed up your bare breasts. 

The constant stimulation the entire time you’d been between his legs had allowed a small amount of heat to build at the base of his spine, but you speeding up was fanning the flames of it, pulling him toward the edge. “Oh, fuck,” Tom groaned, sliding back a little more so you were able to scoot out from beneath the desk enough for him to thread his fingers into your hair.

You tapped your face, your chest, your throat, silently asking where he wanted to finish as you sucked harder. 

His eyes rolled up again as he moaned, that heat coiling tight. “I want to cum down your throat.”

Nodding, you moaned around him. One hand slid between your thighs and pushed past your underwear, starting to rub your clit so the sound wouldn’t stop. The other reached into his boxers and stroked his balls, your eyes on his as you moved your head faster. The wet noise of him in your mouth filled the room. 

“God, fuck, I’m close,” Tom groaned. The temperature in the room was hot, and he couldn’t keep his hips still as they reflexively thrusted with each movement you made. 

You took him deep, lips around the base of his cock, swallowing around him before bobbing once more. Your tongue stroked over what it could reach as your gaze was fixed on his. 

Tom was sent over the edge with a low moan, his back arching as he came down your throat. “Fuck, fuck, Y/N.”

You pulled your lips back far enough that it was easy to swallow his cum, licking and sucking, wide eyes watching his expression of ecstasy as you worked him through his orgasm. 

With a heavy breath, he nudged you off his cock. “Good girl.”

You licked your lips clean, and sat up with your breasts on his thigh, panting softly. “Did that help, Mr Holland?”

“Yes, it did, Mrs Holland,” he answered, breathless. “I feel much better now, thank you.”

“Wonderful.” You kissed the still semi-hard cock. “Is there anything else I can do for you?”

He started tucking himself away and buttoning his pants up, “You could convince me to leave early.”

“Hmm,” you mused. “…maybe if, if I’m… desperate enough to leave.”

“Oh? Well, I suppose I could just continue working for the next,” Tom checked his wristwatch, “Four hours. You know, instead of taking you home and fucking you into the kitchen table like I’m thinking of doing. But I guess that’s fine, too.”

You stood, the straps of your bra loose around your arms, your breasts still hanging free. “Persuade me.”

“Persuade you, hm?” One arm abruptly wrapped around the back of your thighs and pulled you against him to where you were between his legs, your lower half against his chest and his chin on your stomach as he looked up at you. “By making you desperate?”

“Mhmm,” you gasped. 

“I suppose I could do that.” The tips of his fingers trailed up the backs of your thighs, grazing along the stockings while moving between your legs. “I could also fuck you bent over my desk, too.”

“Either works,” you whispered.

“Go lock the door this time.”

You were immediately slipping away to the door and locking it, checking it to make sure, before you came back to him, your hands behind your back. 

Standing, Tom shrugged off his suit jacket and folded it in half, draping it over the back of his chair. His eyes turned to you once you were beside him, though he quickly moved some items on his desk before motioning to it. “Bend over, hands behind your back.”

Turning around, you leaned over it, spreading your thighs wide and grasping your wrists as you bit your lip. “Yes, Mr Holland.”

Tom stepped behind you, his palm pressing to your ass and pushing your dress up to your hips. Rather than removing your underwear, though, he yanked at the fabric, roughly pulling it to one side of your ass before his fingers rubbed along your folds. 

Biting your lip, you moaned softly, trying not to be too loud. The walls weren’t particularly thick, and you didn’t want anyone else knowing what was going on. 

“Think you can keep quiet?” he asked, one finger pushing into you. 

“Mmm,” you groaned. “Yes, sir.”

“Good girl.” Slowly thrusting his one finger a few times, a second was worked in after a moment, and he finally crooked them, seeking out your sweet spot. 

The brief moments you’d been touching yourself, the time you had spent under his desk, you were already wet enough that both fingers just felt good. You swallowed your moans, soft panting filling the air, and your hips ground against his touch. 

“You always get so damn wet just from sucking my cock,” Tom pointed out. “Why is that, hm?”

“I-I like b-being at, fuck, at, oh, your- your mercy!” you confessed breathlessly. 

Twisting his wrist, both fingers pressed into that sensitive bundle of nerves and started rubbing just as he leaned over you, hovering, his free hand placed on the desk to hold him up. “Did you like almost getting caught?”

“N-not so much,” you gasped, your thighs trembling. “Oh, fuck.” 

He kept the motions slow, gently massaging your sweet spot, almost teasing. “Think you might like Harrison joining us one day?”

Your brow furrowed for just a moment. “W-wait, would y-you, fuck!” You sucked in a breath, the wet noise of his fingers audible. “Y-you would- want that?”

There was a slight shrug, his head tilting toward his shoulder as he did. “With some rules, I might. But getting to see you helpless, desperate, writhing in pleasure,” Tom’s eyes dragged up and down your body, “Would be worth it.”

“R-rules?” you gasped.

“Mm,” he confirmed, pressing a bit more firmly against your sweet spot. “No coming in you, things like that.” The pads of his fingers heated up a little. “And we’d have to tell him.”

You keened softly, your thighs trembling “You mean you would tell him, or—fuck—should I?” 

“We could do it together,” his fingers roughly ground against that sensitive bundle of nerves, “Call him in the next time you’re choking on my cock under the desk and ask him formally.”

The thought of being sandwiched between the two of them, fucked by both of them at the same time, made your whole body flood with heat. “FuckI’mgonnacum-!”

Pulling his fingers out, he clapped his hand down on your ass before standing up straight. Your body tensed up, trembling as you rode that edge, your breathing heavy and hard as you tried to keep your noises down. 

“Fuck,” you breathed. “Tom, god.” 

“Tell me what you want,” he ordered even as he was unbuckling his belt.

“Take me home, right now,” you panted. 

He paused. “I thought we were going to fuck here first?”

“I’m not gonna be able to… to keep quiet,” you whispered.

“Fuck,” he breathed, redoing his belt. “Alright, let me get my stuff. You drove here too?”

You nodded as you started pulling your underwear back in place, your body still burning hot from the denial. Fuck him and his clever fingers. 

“… we can, uh, be in here… another day,” you whispered.

Tom grunted, then quickly started gathering some files together, putting them in a bag so he could take them home. He’d be leaving work early, but that was fine; there were no clients for the rest of the day, it only consisted of going over cases and paperwork. Once he had everything together, he pulled his suit jacket on and buttoned it, then grabbed his bag. 

“Let’s go.”

Getting your clothes on, you made sure your makeup was intact, quickly reapplying some lipstick before you slid on your jacket. “Right this way, Mr Holland.”

“You’ll be the death of me,” Tom mumbled as you stepped out of his office, the door being locked behind him. And as you quickly passed the secretary, he let her know that he was leaving early, waving. “Goodnight, Jessica.”

“Night, Mr Holland.”

“Alright.” You were finally out of earshot. “Let’s get out of here so I can fuck you.”

The doors to the nearest elevator slid open, and Harrison stepped out. His eyes met theirs, lips quirking just a little. 

“Mrs Holland, Tom,” he said, nodding toward them. 

“Mr Osterfield,” you smiled politely, “pleasure to see you.”

“I’m heading home for the night, Harrison,” Tom told the other man rather than greeting him. “I’ve already told Jessica, she’s leaving in about an hour.”

“All right. You two have a good evening.” Harrison started walking away. “Oh, and, Tom?”

You were in the elevator, and Tom turned around almost impatiently. “What?”

“Don’t go flying without a license.” The blond man turned and strode away. 

Confusion washed over Tom’s face as he stared at the back of Harrison’s head. “Don’t go—what? What does that even mean?”

Your eyes glanced down, and as the elevator door slid shut, you silently reached down and zipped his pants back up. “Safety first, pilot.”

Lips parted, he looked down at himself, then at you, repeating the action a couple times. “What? How does that even make sense?”

“Your fly is unzipped,” you pointed out. “Flying?”

Tom’s nose crinkled after a few seconds, the elevator door dinging as it opened back up. “You’re lucky I tolerate this nonsense,” he grumbled before stepping out.

You leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. “You’re cute when you pout.”

“I’m not pouting,” he protested with a huff. “I’m a grown man, Y/N. Grown men don’t pout.”

Taking his hand, you kept walking with him through the lobby. “Whatever you say, sweetie.” 

“Keep testing me and you won’t be coming for the next few days, darling,” Tom warned.

Despite the heat flooding your body, you grinned. “Well, you have a twenty minute drive in peace before we get home. Maybe you can, hmm, jet off to a more peaceful mindset.” 

He let out a slow breath through his nose. “A week.”

You reached the doors outside. “See you when I get home, honey.” 

“What you won’t see is an orgasm,” Tom told you in a low tone. “Which I’ll enjoy denying you.”

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[mrs-hollandstan]

You & mob Tom fell out over you not wanting to move in with him or being part of his mafia crew

I changed this a lillll bit to fit one of my fave tropes of leaving when y/n is pregnant and Tom doesn’t know sooooo I hope you still enjoy hehe

You tried your best to pretend you didn't see him but he demanded all attention. Especially with that gaze directed towards the little girl in your arms. You'd seen Harrison around recently and you just knew that your baby girl looked just like her father and that he'd reappear, demanding you finish the conversation you refused to have nearly three years ago, settling instead, for walking out and never looking back. He'd never been fine with the decision, but now he was upset about the decision, seeing as your shared little girl was here and he'd known nothing about her. 

You'd only told him you didn't want to move in and that you didn't enjoy his career. He'd just shrugged it off, but what hurt was when you'd collected your things and disappeared in the night, blocking his number and moving out of town. But he'd found you anyways. He approaches, your eyes hooded as you stare at him, hoisting the three year old higher on your hip. He licks his lips, 

"So… when were you gonna tell me?" 

"I wasn't. And that right hand man of yours had no business doing it either." You spit. He hums, 

"Right… because it's totally acceptable to keep my daughter from me." The urge to fight him, tell him she's not his is strong, but you ignore it. You look to Evelyn, 

"You're staying with me." You scoff, 

"Yeah. I'll pass." He shoots daggers,

"Would you like me to take full custody Y/N?" He threatens. You swallow as he turns to you, staring down into your eyes, "Give me a reason to take my daughter from you." He growls. The whimper you release, at least, isn't loud enough for him to hear. He grips your arm, dragging you after him while you cradle your daughter to your hip. He practically shoves you into his car, a car seat being slid in before he climbs in beside you. He gestures to it, 

"Teach me how to use it." You don't necessarily do as you're told, you just buckle her into it, glancing up when she's settled. His eyes linger on her for a moment before they flick up to you ans then ahead at the road. You buckle yourself in, sitting quietly as his driver drives you back to the mansion you escaped from years ago. You sigh as you stare up at the dismal house, quickly unbuckling Ev from her carseat the second the car is parked. Tom moves around the car, pressing a hand to your lower back, leading you towards the front door. He gestures up the stairs once you're inside, 

"New stuff in the guest bedroom for the both of you. If you need anything, let me know." 

"Yeah, extra bedsheets and a basket." You murmur. He frowns, 

"Yeah… I'd love to see your daughter from a third-story window." He grumbles back. He turns on his heel and heads for the kitchen while you head upstairs. You inspect the guest bedroom, smiling as Evie immediately gasps and goes for the drawing table in the corner. It's easy to lose time when you're watching her create things like she always does, and before you know it, Tom comes into the room, glancing down at the little girl in the corner, 

"Look at that… didn't need the basket after all." You roll your eyes as he sits beside you, shrugging his suit jacket off. He sighs, 

"She's beautiful Y/N." He murmurs, leaning his elbows on his knees. You nod, 

"I know. She looks just like you and you've always been beautiful." He smiles,

"And yet I can't seem to keep you around." You glare at him, 

"And yet here I am being held hostage." He gestures to the door,

"I didn't lock you in. You could've strung your sheets together and made a run for it into the forest. But yet here you are, watching her have the time of her life." Glancing back at Evelyn, you chew the inside of your lip, 

"Yeah… I always seem to do that." There's a moment of silence before he speaks again, 

"I could've helped you." You shake your head, 

"I was not subjecting her to the same fate I had." You mutter. He frowns, 

"What's that supposed to mean? You let me get you pregnant. I couldn't have been that bad." 

"It wasn't you Tom, it's the fucking job. It would have killed me to have her used against us so your goddamn enemies could've gotten to you." You tell him. He frowns, 

"So… you don't hate me…" You shake your head, 

"No." He scoffs,

"You still fucking love me." 

"That doesn't matter anymore-"

"Of course it matters! I spent all this time thinking you hated me. Ans then Harrison finds out you have this little girl and I was heartbroken. That," he gestures to Evelyn, so much vulnerability in his eyes, "That's my little girl. I don't even know how she became this person because you left me." He has tears in his eyes now as you stare up at him. You swallow, 

"I can't have her used against me-" 

"I can give you a detail. Protection 24/7. I just… I hated feeling like the one person I was supposed to trust was double crossing me. I thought you hated me. Please… please, don't take her from me again. You think I liked not having you around? I fucking loved you." He explains. You blink up at him, 

"I'm scared." 

"You don't have to be. Trust me." He tells you. Glancing at Evelyn, you swallow, 

"I just don't wanna lose her." He takes your hands, 

"I… have you both." Finding his eyes, you sigh after a moment and nod, 

"Fine… but the second something happens to her, that's it. I'm done." He nods,

"You're not gonna have to worry. Anyone that touches either of you… dead on the spot." He tells you. You sigh, 

"And I don't wanna stay in this house. I've always hated this house." You admit. He nods, 

"Done." Moving in, he drags you in, his lips covering yours in a searing kiss. He drags you into his lap, stroking your hair back, 

"Fuck I missed you." He grumbles." You smile, staring down at him. He swallows, 

"What'd you name her?" Glancing over your shoulder, you smile,

"Evelyn Nicole." You admit. He smiles, 

"My mum will be… you've just inflated my mum's ego so hard." You giggle, 

"She's the best part of you." He shrugs, 

"She was… that little girl over there is the new best part." You stroke curls from his forehead, 

"This is true. Hence the name. Passing it from one to the other." He smiles, 

"She deserves the world." 

"And you know what… her father can give it to her." He nods, 

"And he intends to do so." You smile down at him, "starting now." He practically dumps you onto the couch, moving towards your daughter. When he crumbles onto the floor next to her, crossing his legs beneath him, you remember why you've loved him for so long. 

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[midmrning]

I’VE GOT YOU | MOB!TOM

Summary : You decide to go out alone leading Tom to save you.

You were walking through the busy streets of London City, hands in the pockets of your coat shivering from the cool breeze. It was 6 pm and you so desperately needed a cup of tea from the little coffee shop not too far away, because they make it the best, everything’s just right.

It was getting dark and even though Tom insisted you not go alone or not even go at all -since one of his men could easily do it- you wanted to do something yourself for once.

Having a mobster for a boyfriend had its up’s and downs. Tom was soft for you and you only, and though you had to fear for not only yours but his life every second of the day, you eventually got used to it.

Your phone rings and a smile grows on your face as you see the name “my love❤️” pop up on the screen. You slide the button answering the call.

“Hi my darling, im just making sure everything’s okay” Tom speaks through the phone, voice soft.

“Yes Tommy i’m perfectly fine, you don’t need to worry my love.”

But maybe he should, because right in that moment you hear a voice.

“Hey baby, can I get your number” You felt your heart stop, freezing only for a moment before speeding up.

“You okay Y/N?” Tom’s voice sounds through the phone.

“Y-yeah everything’s alright.” You lie, voice shaking.

You take one glance behind you and the man smiles and it’s disgusting and all you want is Tom right now.

“Aww baby, you running away?”

“Tom, someone’s following me…” you whisper into the phone, voice cracking.

“What are you talking about? Find a shop and stay in there, im coming. I knew i should’ve never let you go alone, i knew it. I swear to god i’m going to kill whoever it is.” Tom rambles, voice stern but laced with worry.

“ Please hurry.” Is all you can say.

After 3 minutes of trying to get away from the man, he’s finally got you, and he’s cornering you.

You drop your phone in the midst of it all, and all you can think is to scream, but as you open your mouth he speaks up. “Scream and there will be consequences baby”.

Tears are flowing and you feel helpless, all you can do is close your eyes and hope for the best.

He has your arms and he’s leading you somewhere and you need your boyfriend oh so desperately.

“Let her go or you’ll wish you were never born.”

Relief filled your whole body as you hear the familiar voice, the voice you grew to love.

A gun is in Tom’s hand and before he can shoot, the man is releasing his grip on your arm and sprinting away.

You run to Tom’s arms, warms tears falling on his white button up.

“I’m so so sorry, this is all my fault. I should’ve never let you go alone. If i see that man i will cut his fucking head off.”

“It’s not your fault Tommy”. You say, tears still falling as you recall what happened only a couple seconds ago. “Please just hold me”.

“I’ll never let anyone hurt you darling, I’ve got you.” He kisses your temple, once, twice, three times.

You look up at him and he brings his thumbs to your eyes, wiping away the salty tears. “Can we still get that tea I wanted?”.

A slight smile forms on his lips, and he kisses you soft, and passionate, and full of love. “Of course we can love, of course we can.”

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[silkylovey]

Laws and guns seven

a/n: in love with tom and y/n atm

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Tom

After our time talking to all our guests, dinner was announced. Everyone sat in their assigned place, I was sitting next to Y/n. I looked at her side profile while she kept looking at our guests. At our table were only Harrison, my brothers except for Paddy, who still had to sit by my parents, and Y/n’s childhood friend Tatiana Kelia, who kept looking at me septically. I had a feeling that she didn’t like me but that didn’t matter because the only one who needed to like me was Y/n.

Our food was delivered by Y/n’s hired chefs, their food looking delicious, I wanted to dig in but I noticed my parents chit chatted, more like demanding each other to de a speech and then my dad stood up, tapping his knife on his champagne glass. The sounds of the glass made everyone look at him.

“Hello everyone, I am Dom, or as you may know me the beginner of Holland’s mob. When I gave my son the position of being a boss, he was not taking it seriously. He was out screaming about his mob without trying to upgrade it until our lovely Y/n or his wife came into his life and she turned his whole life around. I want to thank Y/n for changing my son and the mob for the better. To Tom and Y/n.”

Everyone said our names and raised their glasses in the air, I just looked at Y/n with a smile but it quickly faded away to see her looking at her lap, picking her nails. She was nervous, the fearless character she played broke in front of a group of mobsters.

To make it seem like we were a happy couple like my dad just told everyone we were, I grabbed the leg of her chair and pulled it closer to mine, the sudden movement caused her to look at me with a confused look. I just smiled at her and she smiled back. My smile grew to my eyes. She smiled at me.

After the toast, everyone started eating their food. I was enjoying the food, it was delicious. Y/n hadn’t moved the chair so she was sitting so close to me that I could hear her breathing. I looked over at her and I noticed that she didn’t eat, she was picking at her food, moving the vegetables around.

“Are you okay?”

She looked at me after my sudden question and she just nodded looking back at her plate. She didn’t have a smile anymore on her face.

Y/n

Tom smiled at me and I smiled back. God, what was I an idiot? Why did I smile back at him? While he invited Clara, whom I know I didn’t invite, and then he had the audacity to ask me if I was okay as if he didn’t invite his mistress to our gala, as if he didn’t try to have sex with me this morning. What is his problem?

I wasn’t hungry, I was a few minutes ago before I was the strawberry blond hair I know oh so well. The blond hair that I wanted to pull because she touched what was mine. I felt a sort of jealousy towards her because she had the chance to experience getting an orgasm from Tom, she experienced how he felt under her fingertips and the more I thought about it the more I felt green inside.

Tom kept looking at me and he even put his hand on my thigh, I felt butterflies in my sex but I wasn’t going to give him the pleasure that he wanted.

The tables were getting cleared and Tom just kept his hands on my thigh, I knew I should have slapped it away but his hand also gave me a sort of warmth, the one that he gave me when he slept next to me. When his hand started trailing down my body. This morning was the only thing left in my mind, I could work without thinking about his fingers, about his lips. About his touch.

People were gathering on the dance floor, I could see people smiling, laughing, and hugging each other. This gala brought people together, who hadn’t seen each other in a long time. I saw all the mafia women chatting about their new jobs and houses, while I sat watching them. I saw how Clara kept glancing at Tom, while he was chatting with Harrison.

I stood up and Tatiana followed, we headed to the dance floor, just like good old times. Times where we danced during our night during university, times where we planned on getting dicked down. Now look at us now, I was married to a man I didn’t love, I think, and she was happily engaged with a man that she loved, she had her little family of her own. The life I could only dream of.

“Y/n, lovely gala you organized. Please tell me who the party planner was?” Maria asked while coming over with the other mob women, they all looked at their best.

“It’s Clara Strange, but she is the type of woman that works for you, to fuck your husband, so I would not recommend her.”

Maria’s eyes shot open, she was shocked and I looked over to Tom to see that he was looking at us with a confused glare as if he didn’t know what we were talking about, as if he didn’t invite Clara. God, he was making me angry.

He walked over to me with so much pride and ego and all the women were looking at him, including Clara. He stood next to me wrapping his arm around my waist and kissing my cheek. I didn’t move, too angry to even feel him next to me.

The ladies left us as a couple even Tatiana left me, I looked at her with a ‘really’ face and she just smirked. His arm stayed put on my waist but his body moved so that we were facing each other. We were so close that I was I could smell the mint in his breath and I was sure that he could hear my heartbeat over the slow jazzy music.

“What’s the matter, love?” he whispered in my ear with a husky voice, the same kind of voice as this morning, the type of voice that made me wet.

I didn’t respond, I just kept swaying my hips to the rhythm of the music and Tom just followed my lead, his head soon fell on my neck and he started leaving kisses, wet kisses. My breath hitched and I could feel him smile on my neck, he started looking for my weak spots. Spots that could lead to much more than just neck kisses.

He broke away from my neck and I already started missing the way it felt, he broke away because some people began to bid their farewell and more people left and our house became more empty. Clara left without saying goodbye because she knew that I would intimidate her again. Even the cooks left so only Tom and I were the only ones in the living room.

“Why did you invite her?”

“Who?”

“Clara.”

“Was she here? I didn’t even notice.”

“Tom, don’t lie to me please.”

“Y/n, I promise I didn’t know she was here, and I didn’t invite her. She could have invited herself because she knew about this so don’t blame me, love.”

“Don’t ‘love’ me”

“Y/n, can you please stop being so goddamn stubborn,” his voice raised and he stood so close to me, so close that our lips could accidentally touch.

Tom

She was heavily breathing, her eyes shifted from my eyes to my parted lips. She stopped looking into my eyes, I did the same with her. We were so close to each other in a massive room but the air felt thickened as if there wasn’t enough air left, I wanted to lean in but I didn’t want Y/n to push me away but I was already so close to her so why ruin the chance now.

I leaned in and my whole body was on fire, a weird electric feeling went thru my whole body she from the feeling of her soft lips on mine. I just put my lips on her and she finally started moving hers, taking the lead in this kiss. My hands stayed on her waist while she finally touched me by putting her hands on my cheeks

I squeezed her waist and her mouth opened giving my tongue access to her, I slid my tongue in and she moved her hands to the back of my neck, pulling me closer than what I already was, she started making little noises, noises that instructed my cock to get hard and she finally pulled away, her lips puffy and red and her eyes stayed low, she was heavily breathing because of me, she made sounds because of me.

I picked her up and lead her to our bedroom without her sassy remarks, she accepted it, she was even kissing my neck, letting me touch her ass.

Y/n

Tom picked me up as if I was nothing, I felt so light in his hands. He kept massaging my bum and maybe it was the lust that influenced me but I really wanted him to fuck me. He put me on the floor when we arrived in our bedroom, and he kissed me again, I buried my hands in his hair, pulling him closer. His hands were on my waist, gripping it, squeezing it, making sure that they were marks left on me.

He turned me around and kissed the back of my neck and he zipped my dress down, it was in front of the mirror, the mirror where I looked at us this morning. I stepped out of the dress and his hands were directly on me again. He took off my bra and threw it somewhere in the room. His vest followed suit. He started to suck on my neck, leaving dark spots behind, marking his territory.

He looked at me with lust in his eyes. I started removing his dress shirt, I pushed him towards the bed, he sat on the edge of the bed and I sat on his lap, with nothing but black lace panties. I started grinding on top of him, his hands were back in their regular place, my waist. His hands helped you with your speed.

He turned us around, making him on top. He started kissing down my body. My breathing quickened, he stopped at the valley of my boobs, and his hands started massaging my right boob while his mouth was flicking, licking, nibbling my left nipple. I started whimpering, and he smiled. I loved the feeling of his smile on my skin.

“Sit on my face, baby.”

I was shocked but I still did what he ordered. He laid down and waited for me to sit, his head was right between my thighs, his hands wrapped around my thighs, pulling me closer to his face. I moaned when his tongue was inside of me. His hands caressed my body, running up and down, feeling my boobs. I started to lightly rock my hips against his tongue. His name fell out of my mouth. I was so close, I could feel a not in my lower belly, he increased the speed of the movement of his tongue. I came so hard, my whole body was shaking.

“I wanna suck you, Tommy.”

He stopped moving his tongue, but I just kept grinding on it. I felt too good, he pulled me off of him and he sat on the edge of the bed, facing the mirror. He was waiting for me to get on my knees in between his legs.

We were having extreme eye contact, I could feel the lust in his eyes. He looked at me as if he wanted to eat, something that he did not even one minute ago.

“Open your mouth for me.”

And I did, he slipped his thumb in my mouth, getting me ready for his cock. I bobbed my head as if it was his cock and he smiled at me. He started taking off his dress pants, and his boxers followed suit. I was met with the sight of a very hard dick, with a pulsing red tip.

He pulled my hair back in a makeshift ponytail, and he directed my head to his cock. He was going slow at first but when he was getting closer to the edge, so he started fucking my mouth. He was going all the way in, making me choke on his cock. But I didn’t care because the way that he was moaning turned me on even more.

“Your mouth feels so good, my love.”

He pulled out of my mouth and helped me stand up, he picked me up and guided me to the middle of the bed. He leaned down to kiss me, I wrapped my arms around his neck. He hummed when I wrapped my legs around his waist. He took off my panties with his teeth while keeping eye contact. I didn’t think that I could have been wetter than before but he proved me wrong.

He pressed the tip to my entrance, leaning over me before he pushed his hips forward. He stared down at me as I let out a gasp while grasping his arms and holding onto him as he slides completely inside of me. He nuzzled his head in my neck, leaving sloppy kisses all over the place.

Once he began the increase his speed, my hand started to leave marks on his back and shoulders, I threw my head back in pleasure while he watched me. He knew that I was close to my climax by the way that I was holding onto him, the way that I was moaning. He leaned down next to my ear. He started nibbling it and just when I was having an orgasm he whispered:” I’m in love with you, Y/n Holland.” That sentence made me cum harder than ever.

Was I falling for Tom Holland, my husband?

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MIHS: everyone thinks leah is like super girly and like doesn’t have the guts to like “hurt anyone” but then they attack and leah beats the shit of some guys IN HIGH HEELS and like doesn’t break a sweat and everyone is like “holy shit” and tom is just like “she’s daddy’s girl”

underestimating her would be the biggest mistake. hope you like this. let me know what you think.

Match made in Hell (mob au series)

daddy's girl

Characters : Mob! Tom Holland, Nailah Holland

Warnings : none.

“It looks like we have reached an impasse, Richard.” Nailah says dryly to one of the underbosses of the Irish mob.

“So have we, darling.” he says with a smug grin on his face and Nailah has to resist the urge to roll her eyes. “No offense I know Mrs. Holland used to handle the records but you ain’t her.” 

“Mmhmm.” the muscle in her jaw tics with frustration.

“I tell you what.” he steeples his hands in front of him. “This is complicated business, let the men handle it. Go home to daddy little girl, this isn’t one of your kitty parties.”

Anger flares inside Nailah at his last comment as she starts unbuckling the expensive Cartier watch on her wrist “You know I thought of doing this the easy way.” she states grimly placing the watch on the table and stands up sliding back her chair. “But you clearly are a stubborn asshole.” 

Nailah goes around the table and grabs him by the collar to throw him on the floor. 

“What the fuck Nailah!” he groans starting to sit up but she presses a heeled foot over his chest. 

“Handover the records.”

“Do whatever you want, I'm not scared of you.” he spits to which Nailah grins wickedly.

“Oh soon you will be.”

Tom was at his office having a meeting with his soldiers when Richard burst into the room limping and a black right eye.

“Tom! Tom!” he pants with crazed eyes.

“Richard? What the fuck happened to you?” Tom asks with a look of confusion in his eyes.

“That crazy girl!” 

“What girl?”

“That would be me, dad.” Nailah enters the room calmly fixing her watch.

“Are you alright, love?” Tom immediately stands up doing a once over to make sure his daughter is well.

“You should be asking me that, Tom!” Richard balks out and Tom shoots him a lethal glare which prompts him to shut up.

“What did he do?” Tom asks Nailah with a serious tone.

Richard gasps in horror. “I didn't do anything, I swear.” 

“Daddy, Richard here thinks I’m not suitable for handling the finances of our business. He says I’m just a girl, too young, spoiled and naive to understand how things work in the mob. So I showed him how much capable I am.” she shrugs nonchalantly.

“I-I didn’t say anything wrong.” he stutters. “Women have no place in the mob business.” 

Tom yanks him by his collar. “Listen you piece of shit if I hear anymore rubbish from your mouth I’m going to cut your tongue out. Do you understand?”

“Ye-yes Tom.”

“I want to make this clear to everybody” Tom announces standing in the middle of the room “from now on Nailah will be handling the records of the legal side of our business so you’re going to show respect and listen to every fucking word of her and if anybody got a problem you have to deal with me. Am I clear?” 

“Yes boss.” they chant in unison.

“Good.” Tom nods before turning to Richard. “And Richard, you need to apologize to my daughter.”

“Tom?” he looks at him in disbelief.

“Apologize now.” Tom states through his teeth.

“I’m sorry Ms. Holland.” Richard says half heartedly.

“Tsk, tsk if you’re going to apologize, at least do it properly.” Nailah chastises.

“Sorry what?”

“On your knees Richard.” she orders with a smirk. You had always told her that everyone is going to her in every step of her life because she is a girl but she needs to make sure to show them their place. Tom was still glaring at Richard and he valued his life more so begrudgingly he got down on his knees in front of her and took her hand in his. 

“I apologize for my behavior Ms. Holland, it won't happen again.”

“That’s better.” Nailah says and takes out a clean handkerchief from her jacket and leans forward to press it against the blood coming out of his nose. “you see if you would have just listened this all could have been avoided. Don’t make the mistake of underestimating women again in your life.” she stands straight with warning in her tone.

“Everyone leave.” Tom orders and all his men including Richard slowly file out of his office.

“I’m so proud of you. You showed them you’re my girl.” Tom ruffles her hair lovingly.

“Learned from the best.” she grins at him widely.

“C’mon let’s go to your mum’s diner and grab some of your favorite chocolate milkshake with burger and fries.”

“You always know how to make me happy.” Nailah wraps her arms around his waist.

“Because you are and will always be my little princess.” He places a soft kiss on her temple. “Nothing matters more than you.”

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[wheredafandomat]

Cherry Pie 🍒

Mob! Loki x female baker! reader

18+ | contains smut, slight breeding kink

Clearing away the things on the counter, you made your way to the cupboard, putting the flour away before you heard the door chime. It wasn’t long ago that you changed the open sign to closed however you stupidly didn’t lock the door. Huffing to yourself, you put the flour down before you called out.

“We’re closed.”

“Even for me.” You heard the stranger reply before your eyes widened at the rich familiar voice. Quickly, you made your way to the front of the shop.

“Mr Laufeyson.” You greeted, wiping your hands on your apron before realising even that was covered in flour too. You took it off, placing it on a table as you stepped towards him. “Please, take a seat.” You offered, gesturing to a table.

“Loki is fine.” He insisted, sitting down.

“I’ll get you a slice of pie.” You smiled as he sat.

“I was just passing through the area and thought why not say hello to my favorite baker,” he explained as you cut him a slice of pie, “and business partner of course.” He added as you squirted a little cream on top of it before bringing it to him with a fork. Once you were in front of him, you placed the plate on the table, taking a seat opposite him. He could sense your apprehension, he knew you that well. “What’s the matter?” He asked, picking the fork up.

“Look, Mr Laufeyson, I can’t keep bringing your shipments through the shop.” You spoke evenly, feeling as if a weight had been lifted off of your shoulders at your admittance.

“Loki” he corrected you, dipping his index finger into the cream before bringing it to his lips, tongue darting out as he licked it off. Your eyes followed his movements as you subconsciously bit your lip. “I’m usually on a first name basis with the pretty women who serve me pie” he grinned, turning his attention to you “and my my, isn’t it delicious.” He finished, eyes roaming up and down your body as he licked his lips. You felt flustered under his gaze before he looked back down at his plate, cutting a piece off with the side of his fork before stabbing the severed piece and bringing it up to his mouth. “Start again, and say my name.”

“Loki” you began, taking a breath before you continued “I can’t keep bringing your shipments through the shop.”

“Y/n” he sighed in fake dramatics “you wound me.” He smiled, placing his hand against his heart as he continued to eat, your eager eyes still following his movements. “Mmm” he hummed contently “cherry pie.”

“Your favourite.” You answered, swallowing thickly.

“Would you like a taste?” He offered.

“No I—” you started to protest before he presented a piece on his fork to your mouth.

“Open” he prompted you, eyes on yours. Opening your mouth, you welcomed the pie, already knowing it was delicious; it was a family recipe, a recipe that was now tainted by the image of Loki feeding it to you and his expression as he commanded you to open your mouth.

Using his thumb, he swiped off the cream that had landed on the corner of your mouth before bringing it to your lips. He didn’t have to prompt you to lick it off.

“Tell me y/n, why can’t things continue how they are?” He questioned, sitting back in his chair “it’s a good thing we’ve got going on here. I offer you my protection in his shady, dingy town in exchange for one of your vans once a fortnight” he shrugged “I mean, we do exchange other things too” he smirked “but that’s pleasure, not business.”

“I don’t want to be a part of it anymore, I don’t like the risk.” You sighed.

“So it’s the risk you don’t like” he pondered, standing to his feet “and here I was, clearly mistaken, thinking you liked taking risks” he spoke, making his way to you “tell me what I can do that’ll make you more agreeable” he probed, lowering his lips to your ear as he spoke behind you before placing his hands on your shoulders “do you want me to use my hands?” He asked, a smile evident in his tone “you seem to like them.” He added, noting how your breath hitched as he began massaging your shoulders.

“Loki.” You breathed.

“Or perhaps you want me to use my mouth” he countered, kissing your neck, your eyes falling closed. “Do you want me to tell you what I think y/n, I think you like the risk” he chuckled darkly before lowering his lips to your ear again “I think you find it thrilling.” He continued, kissing the nape of your neck. “Tell me, do I make you feel alive?”

“Loki.” You exhaled desperately.

“What do you want, pretty girl?”

“I want you.” You relented.

It wasn’t long before you were on your feet, kissing Loki as you walked to the backroom. Your breaths were heavy between kisses, filling the space between you as he pushed you up against the table, lips venturing your chest. His hands found your body, both of them starting at your shoulders and moving down to your hips as he turned you around so that your back was against his chest as his kisses centred at the nape of your neck. Your breaths grew ragged as you felt his thumbs curling into the waistband of your jeans before he was tugging them down your legs along with your panties. You wordlessly stepped out of them, at the mercy of Loki Laufeyson. You felt his lustful kisses against the back of your legs, his lips working their way up to your thighs as his soft hands roughly pushed them apart. You gripped the edge of the table hard as his impatient kisses finally found your centre whilst he bent you over, opening you with his tongue.

“Fuckk.” You moaned as Loki licked his thumb, rubbing your clit with it as his tongue delved through your folds, exploring your sex. His hands cupped your ass, revealing more of you as he flattened his tongue against you before swiping across your clit leaving you panting like a bitch in heat. “Just like thattt.” You whimpered as he hummed against your pussy leaving vibrations reverberating through you. “I’m gonna cum.” You near cried as he wrapped his lips around your clit.

“Not yet” Loki beseeched, standing to his feet as the swelling pleasure that was building inside of you began to dissipate. You heard Loki undo his belt before you felt the tip of his cock breaching your sensitive entrance. “Is this what you want me to use?” He exhorted, his lips close to your ear again only this time glossy with your asousual.

“L-Loki.” You murmured, unable to string a sentence together as he ran the head of his cock through your folds before lining himself up with your entrance again.

“Will burying my cock deep inside of you make you more agreeable, more amenable, hmm?” He questioned, pushing more of his length inside of you. “Show me how affable you really are, I want to fuck the genial host I’m used to.” He grunted as he entered you completely, impaling you with his cock as you screamed his name in rapture. The table shook as he fucked you, pushing your back down against it as he held your waist. “See, I knew you liked taking risks” he grinned “I don’t even have a condom on and you’re still letting me fuck you.” He sniggered, slapping your ass.

“S-so good.” You choked out, swimming in pleasure, barely able to speak.

“Are you going to let me cum inside of you too, fill you with my seed?” He grunted, his strokes paced as you felt every ridge of his cock against your walls “you always lose all control when you’re filled with my hot seed” he gushed “sticky and panting, your natural state, isn’t that right my hospitable whore” he continued to goad, fucking you deeply. “Or maybe you want me to make you a doting mother?” He ventured, grinding his hips into yours, his thumb teasing your clit again.

“Fuck!” You yelped in unaldorterated pleasure, his words driving you insane.

“You know I’ve always had a soft spot for you, maybe I should finally fuck a baby into you” he groaned, his climax fast approaching “would you like that?” He rushed out, staving off his orgasm, he needed your confirmation, your faux vows to really send him over the edge. You nodded frantically in response but that wasn’t enough. “Say it!” He ordered desperately.

“Yes! Fuck Loki yesss!” You yelled, hitting your peak as Loki’s thrusts turned disoriented, sloppy before he came, shooting his load deep inside you.

“Fuck!” He growled, spilling inside of you as you tried to slow your breaths.

Once you had both come down from your highs, Loki pulled out of you before sheathing himself again. Silently, you turned around, your legs shaky beneath you as you reached for your jeans.

“If you don’t want me to use your van, I won’t use your van” Loki eventually spoke “there are other ways for me to import and export.”

“Loki, wait.” You called after him as he turned to leave.

“You’ll still have my protection as long as I still get my cherry pie.” He winked before leaving.

Omg in the season 2 trailer, Mobius was telling Loki to eat the pie 😂

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mafia!loki x sweet doting reader 🥰

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Snax-Masterlist

The Main masterlist where everything goes! <3

Started: 08/12/22 Last Updated: 09/01/22 Total Works: 2

Requests: Open!

TGB&D MiniList

T.H.

Imagines

Not Cool Nate (Fluff, Nathan Drake x Sullivan!Reader)

To a Tee (Smut, Tom Holland x Neutral!Reader)

Series

Hidden In Plain Sight Pt.1 (Mob!Tom Holland x Detective!Reader)

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[mischievoushiddleston]

What I Want

Masterlist here!

"You know the plan?" her boss from MI6 asked her through the plug in her ear, and Y/N hummed in agreement as she secured the hair clip, which had a built-in tracking chip, in her hair before taking out the ear plug and dropping it. She stepped on it and walked into the crowded club. For a moment she looked around and spotted the bar and decided to go there. She ordered a drink from the bartender and looked around until her gaze stopped at the one she was here for, Loki Laufeyson, the boss of a criminal organization. She took a sip as she looked at him and watched him talk to one of his men. Somehow she had to manage to get closer to him. She was already starting to think when Loki looked up and Y/N smiled as she continued to look at him, biting her lip. Loki leaned back and looked at her appraisingly. She took another sip before setting her glass on the counter and walking out onto the dance floor. She began to move her body around the crowd, running her hands over her body. Y/N looked back at Loki, who was still staring at her, and continued to stroke her body and also her breasts. Suddenly, however, Loki had disappeared and she couldn't spot him again until a body pressed against hers. "Are you looking for something, darling?" asked Loki, placing his flat hand on the center of her belly.

"No," she answered him and began to rub against him, moving her hand back to caress his neck. "I've already found it." Loki laughed darkly at her neck as he continued to stroke her with his hand. "How do you know it's me you're looking for? You should be clearer with what you want...so what do you want?" She spun around and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Who says I want you? All I want is out of this club," the replied, barely able to see him because of the flashing lights, but seeing his mischievous grin. He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, exposing her neck. "You've only been here a few minutes and you've been looking at me the whole time. Why else would you be here if you weren't looking for a man to give you what you were looking for?" he asked against the skin of her neck. "And what should you give me that any other man here couldn't give me?" she asked challengingly, glaring at him. Loki straightened and smiled when he heard that. With his hands, he roamed over her body and pressed her against him. "Because no man is going to make you feel the way I can," he said and Y/N sighed before stepping back and walking towards the exit of the club. She knew he would follow her, Loki Laufeyson never liked being rejected. He would take her to his place and thanks to the hair clip, MI6 would follow her and arrest him once and for all. All she had to do was keep him busy long enough for reinforcements to arrive. Of course, she wouldn't have sex with him, regardless of whether he was truthfully attractive, but he was a criminal and she had a mission to accomplish. She was then suddenly stopped when she was outside and pushed against the wall of the building. "Where so soon, darling?" he asked her, raising his eyebrows. She glared at him as she shrugged her shoulders. "The club doesn't have what I wanted," she said simply and was about to leave again, but this time he wouldn't let her and wrapped his arm around her. Before she knew it, his lips were on hers and he was kissing her passionately and roughly as his hands squeezed her sides, pressing her against his erection. She moaned into the kiss and reached into his hair, but then he stopped and leaned toward her ear. "You still think I'm not the one?" he asked, looking at her. "Take me away from here," Y/N said softly, making him smile. Loki pulled her along and led her to a black SUV. He opened the back doors and let her get in before sliding into the seat next to her in the car. Only now did she notice the man sitting in the front. Loki had a partition raised as the driver drove off without having to say anything. Y/N bit her lip and breathed in softly. Everything was going exactly according to plan-. Her thoughts were interrupted when she felt Loki's hand on her thigh and felt it move up her leg, pushing up her dress. She looked to Loki, who had his eyes on his hand resting on her thigh, and was stroking the side of her panties with one finger. Y/N felt her already starting to get wet and gasped a little. "Take them off," he said softly, and she looked at him in confusion. "What?" she asked, frowning. "Take off your panties," he commanded louder this time, looking at her firmly, but she looked at him challengingly. "Make me," she said, suddenly feeling a hand on the back of her neck and him leaning in as he stroked her panties with his fingers, making her whimper. "You really seem like you could use a spanking," he said against her ear, kissing her underneath and sucking on the skin; Y/N gasped at his words and his touch. "You didn't come with me because I asked you nicely, you came because you love the way I treat you and you're a dirty girl." She closed her eyes and felt herself getting even wetter and knew he would feel it. God, she hated that his words were even true; he was almost making her forget why she was here. Loki pulled her panties to the side and stroked the crease of her pussy with his fingers, making her moan, but then he stopped. "Bad girls don't get what they want." She whimpered as he pulled his fingers from her, and looked at him as he grinned mischievously and licked his fingers before opening the car door and getting out. When had they arrived? Y/N didn't have long to worry about that, though, as her door opened and Loki helped her get out. They were in a parking garage, she realized. He led her to an elevator and pressed the button for the top floor. She bit her lip as she felt his gaze on her body. Finally they had arrived and she walked out first before being pulled back and pushed next to the wall by the elevator. A hand was around her neck, but he did not squeeze. Loki pressed his lips to hers and began to kiss her passionately, massaging her breast through her dress with one hand. She moaned and returned his kiss, but he broke off again and stopped. "Before we start, let's talk about something else..." he said and she looked at him confused, but then felt something cold under her chin. She looked down and saw a golden weapon. Y/N gulped as she realized he knew who she was. "Don't worry, I won't hurt you...at least not yet." "Bastard," she said softly, making Loki sigh as he stepped back from her and walked to his bar. "Would you like a drink?" he asked, placing the gun on it before walking around to pour himself a glass of whiskey. She took the chance to get closer to him and took the gun. "Go ahead, it's not loaded." Y/N's eyes widened as she checked it again herself. "Never mind, my backup will be here soon," she answered him and Loki turned around smiling while taking a sip of the whiskey. "How are they going to find you without the hair clip?" he asked her, raising his eyebrow. She reached into her hair and realized she wasn't wearing it anymore. "How...how did you-" she stuttered as he set his glass down and walked over to her. He placed a hand on each of her sides on the counter. "How did I manage to get them?" he asked and she nodded, "I'm sure you remember the moment I reached into your hair." -He ran a finger down the side of her neck- "Right now, your people are probably chasing a drunk college student to her dorm; I think it'll be a pretty funny sight to see a dozen heavily armed men burst into that girl's room." -Loki laughed and looked at her- "More fun and time for both of us." She didn't know what had come over her, but suddenly she slapped him across the face with the flat of her hand. "Bad mistake," he said, grabbing her hands before turning her around so she was pressed against the bar. "If I really wanted to hurt you, I would have done it already, so stop trying my patience further and be a good girl." "Let go of me and I'll show you how good I can be," she replied. He let a hand trail down her body to her butt. "We both know you love the way I touch you, but don't worry, I won't fuck you until you beg for it." "How are you going to make me beg if you don't touch me?" she asked, looking at him over her shoulder. "Who said I wouldn't touch you? I just said I wouldn't fuck you until you did." His hand wandered down and under her dress as he stroked the fabric of her panties again. "I'm not going to take you against your will, so if you want me to stop, say so..." She heard his words, but was unable to speak herself as she felt his fingers. Y/N should stop it, but she couldn't. Why did it have to feel so good? She bit her lip as he pulled her panties aside and thrust two fingers into her wet pussy and began fucking her with them. He writhed inside her with each thrust as he fucked her fast and hard with it until he was stroking her clit with his thumb. "Oh God!" she moaned out loud when she could hold it in no longer and closed her eyes tightly as she began to move with his fingers thrusting deep inside her. She could only think that if his fingers already felt this good inside her, what his cock would feel like first-. Stop, she admonished herself, but felt her climax approaching and moaned again when she felt his lips against her shoulder. He stopped his movements and pulled his fingers out of her again. He wanted her to beg for him because she was so desperate for her orgasm. Loki spun her around and pushed her down on her knees. She looked confused, but then realized what was going on when he opened his pants and pushed her down with his boxers. "Touch me," he commanded and she slowly raised her hand and wrapped it around his cock. Loki took her wrist and began to move her hand up and down until he had enough and wrapped a hand in her hair. He brought her lips to his cock and she looked at him through her lashes. "Open your mouth." She smiled and shook her head, but Loki grabbed her chin and pushed a little until she opened her mouth and he thrust into her mouth. He started thrusting into him. Y/N dug her fingers into his thigh and felt tears in her eyes as she tried to breathe in and out. She shouldn't be so fucking aroused by all this, she thought, but she was. She wanted to be fucked by him and feel that cock in her pussy. Y/N hummed around his cock and reached under her dress to touch herself, but before she could, Loki grabbed her wrist and pulled out of her mouth. "Please..." she whimpered softly, looking up at him. "Please what?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "Please fuck me," she said, unable to believe how the evening had changed. Loki grinned widely and pulled her off the floor. "I didn't think you'd give in so quickly, but it's fine with me." She looked at him and shrugged her shoulders. He pulled her to him and kissed her passionately as he pulled down the zipper on her clothes and let it fall to the floor while she unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off his shoulders. If anyone ever found out about this, her career with MI6 would be over without a doubt. Loki lifted her up so she could wrap her legs around his hips and moaned as she began to rub against him. He carried her into the bedroom and threw her onto the bed; she crawled back, but he grabbed her ankles and pulled her back to him as he crawled onto the bed and between her legs. Loki bent down to take her nipple in his mouth and suck on it. "Loki!" she moaned, arching her back. He stopped and cut off her moans with a kiss before reaching for his cock and rubbing it against her pussy. "Please..." His lips moved to her neck and he laughed darkly. "Where did your naughty words go?" he asked as the tip thrust into her, but no more and teased her, "My little agent, what would only your boss think of you begging the man you're supposed to arrest to fuck you." "Please, fuck me...I need you." At the moment she didn't care about anything; she wanted to feel him inside her. She moaned loudly as he filled her with one thrust. "You're so tight," he moaned as he stopped for a moment before pulling almost completely out of her and thrusting back into her fast and hard. Loki did this again and again, reaching for the headboard to thrust into her at a different angle. She moaned his name over and over and arched her back as he thrust against her G-spot again and again. She could already feel her orgasm building inside her again and knew she wouldn't need much more. Loki nibbled the skin on her neck and moaned as he felt her start to get tighter around him. "Be a good girl and cum." He let his hand travel down to her clit and rubbed into it faster and harder. Y/N arched her back as she moaned loudly and her body shook as she cumming over his cock. Loki fucked her through her orgasm until he thrust deep inside her one last time, filling her with his hot cum. The room was filled with their heavy breathing as they both recovered from their climaxes. Finally he slid out of her and rolled off her. She had her eyes closed and was exhausted; Loki pulled the bed sheet over her body as he got up from the bed. He looked at her and smiled mischievously. He definitely wasn't done with his naughty little agent yet....

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[your-nanas-house]

"Mine, darling"

◇ Pairing: Mob!Tom Riddle Sr X waitress!Reader

◇ Warnings: smut, Riddle, waitress and prostitute, age gap (both off age)

◇ Summary: Tom Riddle Sr attends an important meeting in a small bistro and takes a moment to appreciate the place or rather the worker.

◇ Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English. Tom Riddle Sr is Tom Riddle's muggle father. @veroriddle this was my baby's idea, I made it an imagine...I hope you don't mind.

His warm and firm palm pressed more and more on your back, a small moan almost whine came out of your lips bruised by the previously exchanged kisses.

When you entered the bistro where you worked that day you expected a quiet evening, maybe some unpleasant and rude customers but you certainly didn't expect to meet one of the customers— from your second job, which you wanted to remain secret.

That evening, you put on your usual uniform which consisted of a shirt partly covered by a vest and a miniskirt that showed enough but not too much. Your hair were pulled up and the pen was held by your lips as you walked to the new costumers that walked in, to take just their orders— thing that changed as soon as you met those infamous light eyes that stared at yours before looking you up and down in silence.

It was enough, you were already melting and he just needed to find a moment to get you alone to have you like he wanted— after waiting and staring at the other men looking and flirting with you.

It passed nearly 20 minutes and your body was pressed against the sink of the bathroom, his eyes kept staring at yours as he gripped your hair in a tight grip to prevent your head to drop

"Always so thigh for me, darling" the man grunted, his free hand holding your hips in a tight grip as he slammed his cock back inside your soaked hole "Was thinking—" he groaned softly against your hear, continuing to talk even if your moans kept interrupting him "—about you".

You just hummed, not really listening to what the man, you learned was called Tom, was saying too lost in your own pleasure and the way he was thrusting mercifully in you while still kissing your bare back in a kind of loving and tender way

"Fuck, darling, taking it so good" Tom praised as he slowly reached his climax, his big hand with slender fingers moved from your hair down to your clit, making sure to make you you cum first so he could feel your abused walls clench around his stiff lenght— before shooting his load inside of you and help you put your clothes back on, just like he did while you adjusted your hair and makeup.

Your back was still facing Tom, he moved closer again when he fixed his suit just to kiss your cheek and place a £ 100 bank note on the dry sink, squeezing your ass as he whispered his goodbye and a small promise before leaving the bathroom.

You just took the money, your face flushed as you put them in your bra, and walked out of that room as well to continue your shift there.

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[tom-holland-parker]

Thinking about mob!Tom today...maybe he goes to jail for a little bit but you obviously stay by his side the entire time

He absolutely RUNS prison, everyone knows not to fuck with him

And of course he gets his hands on a phone because he just HAS to call his girl everyday to make sure that the men he told to watch her are treating her well

This almost always leads to phone sex, because I imagine Tom just has a cell to himself and because most of the guards are being paid a hefty sum of money to look the other way they just give him whatever he wants so he spends most night just talking to you jerking himself off the the sounds of your needy whimpers through the phone while you play with a toy that he somehow got you even through he's been away for 3 months

Don't even get me started on the sex when he gets out because it's so needy and sloppy and rough but also passionate

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