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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Thank you, Mrs. Holland." Jake nodded.

"Please, call me Y/N-."

"No, he'll call you Mrs. Holland, because that's your name." Tom mumbled as he looked back down and continued to work. I bit my lip and ignored him as I continued to pretend to check Jake out.

"I need to go, but it was great to see you, Jake." I giggled and bit my lip as I opened the door.

"Bye, love." Tom scoffed.

"Whatever." I retorted before sauntering out of the room. My smile dipped as I left, a sigh leaving my lips. Tom hadn't gotten nearly as wound up as I'd been wanting. My plan hadn't worked. I grumbled to myself, my heart sinking at the realisation that I wouldn't be getting any jealous sex after all as I left the building and headed back out to my car.

I stood in the kitchen, my hands moving the rolling pin out against the cookie dough as I made cookies. My plan to wind Tom up so much that we'd have jealous sex hadn't worked, and so I'd instead ease my craving with sugar. Or I'd try to, at least. I looked up as I heard the front door open, my eyebrows furrowing as I looked at the doorway to the kitchen. My eyes widened and my head jumped as Tom appeared, his hands in his trouser pockets as he sauntered into the kitchen.

"Tommy, hey. I wasn't expecting you home today." I chuckled as he strolled into the kitchen and leant against the island next to where I was standing.

"Oh, I can tell. I can tell by that fucking stunt that you pulled at my office." he spat as he looked at me. I furrowed my eyebrows in fake ignorance, though my heart jumped as I realised that my plan had worked after all. He was very angry.

"What stunt?" I chuckled in fake ignorance. Tom returned my chuckle and nodded as he pushed off from the counter and went behind me. I yelped slightly, all of the heat rushing to the space in between my legs as suddenly, he grabbed my throat from behind and forced my head to rest against his shoulder as his other hand tightly held my waist against his.

"Flirting with my fucking guard is what stunt, sweetheart. How fucking dare you." he snapped into my ear, making me desperately try not to moan as he held me against his body. I absolutely loved when the dominant side of Tom came out, and this time around was no exception.

"I'm sorry-."

"It's too late for apologies, darling. I need to teach you a lesson. And you're not going to like it." he scoffed as his hand moved down from my waist to start pulling at my skirt. I stood there with no objections, my heart pounding in my chest in anticipation of what my husband was going to do to me as he kept me pinned to his body with his hand around my throat. His spare hand pulled my skirt up to my waist, making me suck in a breath as he slipped his hand into the front of my thong.

"Already so wet, sweetheart...who made you feel like this?" he cooed into my ear as he started to leave open-mouthed and nippy kisses against my skin and started to gently run his finger along my folds.

"You did, Tommy-."

"Are you sure, darling? Are you sure that it wasn't Jake?" He spat.

"All you, Tommy, fuck, please do something." I begged. He smirked against my skin at my pleading, his fingers running along my folds and making me more wet as he played with my clit. I gasped, my eyes squeezing shut and my head leaning against his shoulder as he pushed a finger into me.

"Fuck, babe." I breathed out, the knot already starting to form in my stomach as he steadily started to thrust his finger in and out of me.

"That feel good, love?" Tom teased against my skin, his other hand tightening around my neck and slightly restricting my airflow to add to the pleasure, just the way that I liked it.

"So good, please, don't stop." I choked. He smirked against my skin, my husband's teeth scraping against my neck to surely leave me plenty of hickeys as he continued to finger me with growing pace. Moans and whimpers left my lips, my mouth hanging open and my head resting against his shoulder as my legs got weaker and weaker at the feeling. The knot continued to grow in my stomach, Tom's pace speeding up as everything that he did worked to push me towards my orgasm.

"Tommy, please." I moaned.

"Does my little brat want more?" he cooed, his lips smirking against my skin as I nodded eagerly. Another gasp left my lips, my hands desperately gripping the edge of the marble counter in front of me as he pushed a second finger into me. My legs buckled at the pleasure, Tom's hand on my throat the only thing still holding me up as his fingers pushed me closer to the edge with every thrust.

"Tommy, fuck, I'm there, I'm there-." without hesitation, he slipped his fingers out of me, making my eyes shoot open.

"Tommy." I whined, but it turned into a yelp as he removed his hand from my throat and shoved my hips into the counter so that I was bent over the surface of it.

"Don't whine at me, love. Little brats like you don't get to cum." He scolded as he leant over my back and gave my cheek one kiss before standing back up behind me. I whined again, though I stayed bent over the counter as Tom started to undo his belt. I knew what was coming. And it was going to be good.

"Please, Tommy, I fucking need you." I choked.

"Don't worry, sweetheart, I'll see to you. You're not the only one who's horny as fuck." he scoffed, making me smirk as he gripped my hips from behind. He started to push into me, small sighs leaving our lips and my eyes fluttering shut as he soon bottomed out.

"Jesus." I choked.

"You feel so good, love. Which is why I'm about to fuck you into oblivion." He smirked before pulling almost completely out of me. His hips snapped back in violently, making me cry out in pleasure as he started to fuck me roughly against the counter. My mouth hung open in pleasure as his tip perfectly hit my g-spot each time, quickly making my orgasm build up again as he held the back of my neck and held my face down against the cool surface.

"Fuck me, you feel amazing, darling." he grunted as he continued to slam into me.

"So do you, Tommy, please, fuck." I moaned loudly as his thighs slapped against my ass. His speed didn't cease, my skin going numb with how harshly he was pounding into me as the knot grew tighter with every powerful thrust. And there were a lot of them.

"Tommy, I'm so close, please." I practically cried as my body became numb with how much pleasure was coursing through me. And that was without me even having cum yet.

"You getting close, love?" Tom panted.

"So close, Jesus." I moaned. Suddenly, he pulled completely out of me, making my eyes shoot open again. My mouth fell open in shock, my gaze wide as I turned around to look at my husband.

"Tom, what the fuck?" I scoffed as he nonchalantly tucked his still hard dick back into his trousers and zipped them up before starting to clear away the stuff for the cookies.

"What? I'm just cleaning up." He shrugged, making me continue to stare at him with wide eyes.

"In the middle of sex?! Could you not have waited until we'd cum?!" I exclaimed.

"I'm not going to let you cum, sweetheart, so I figured that I may as well do it now." he stated as he moved the ingredients over to the sink.

"Tom, stop, I was using that stuff to make cookies before you came home." I scoffed, my hand pulling on his arm as I tried to stop him from clearing everything away.

"Well you're not anymore, so let me clear up." He shrugged.

"Tom, stop." I spat as I tugged on his arm again. My action made him whip around, making my eyes widen and a gasp leave my lips as suddenly, he grabbed my hips and pushed on them so that he could lift me up to sit on the counter. I looked at him with wide eyes, my heart almost bursting out of my chest as his hands on the counter either side of my body had me trapped against him as I sat there.

"Let's get one thing fucking clear right now. You are mine. Not Jake's, not Harrison's, not any of my employees, mine. And you will fucking act like it. If I see you flirting with one of my men ever again, I swear to God, you will not be able to walk for a week." he snapped. I stared at him with still wide eyes, the space in between my legs once again dampening at his words. I loved when he got this dominant.

"Am I understood, sweetheart? Because I will not have this conversation with you again." he warned with a shake of his head.

"Yes, Tommy. You're understood." I nodded.

"Good. Because I really need to cum, and I'm going to use you to do it." he stated, making me smirk as he leant in and smashed our lips together for the first time since he'd been home. I returned the kiss, my husband immediately dominating it and slipping his tongue into my mouth as I curled my hands around his neck. I pulled at the hairs at the nape of his neck, making him moan into my mouth as his hands quickly unzipped his trousers again and got his still hard dick out. He grabbed my legs and raised them to wrap around his waist as we continued to make out. Our tongues and teeth clashed as he pushed into me again, a quiet moan leaving my lips as he bottomed out.

"Any hickeys or marks that I've given you today, you're not allowed to cover up. You will wear that bruising with pride, and everyone will know that you're mine." he demanded as he broke the kiss and moved his lips down to my neck.

"Yes, Tommy." I moaned, his hips starting to violently snap against my ass as his teeth scraped and nipped at my skin. For the third time tonight, my orgasm started to build up again, my mind hoping to God that this time, it would be seen through. I held onto Tom's shoulders, one of his arms wrapping around me and holding me into his body as the other gripped the counter beside my legs. Moans left both of our lips, the sounds bouncing off of the walls as the smell of sex lingered around us. His tip was hitting my g-spot perfectly with every thrust, my orgasm building quicker than it ever had before as he continued to leave love bites on my neck.

"I'm not going to last much longer at this rate, darling, you feel amazing." he grunted into my neck.

"Neither am I, Tommy. Please let me cum, I'm begging you." I choked, making him smirk against my skin.

"Are you going to flirt with my men again, sweetheart?" he tested.

"I'll never even look at them again, please, I'm so close!" I cried out. His smirk widened against my neck, his nodding head telling me that I was going to get what I wanted. All with perfect timing too. The knot in my stomach broke, pornographic moans spilling from my lips as my orgasm finally hit me. My legs shook violently around his waist, my body jolting in his arms and my mouth hanging open as the waves of immense pleasure engulfed me. It was what I'd been waiting two months for, and it felt fucking amazing.

"Fuck, love, shit." Tom moaned, his arm pulling me impossibly close as his body stilled, and the familiar warm feeling entered me. We panted heavily, my body curled into Tom's and his face buried into my neck as we both came down from the sensational highs.

"My god." he mumbled, making me chuckle as he placed one more kiss on my neck before pulling out. I bit my lip and looked at him, my feet raising to rest against the counter and my body resting back on my elbows as Tom put his dick away and zipped his trousers back up before looking at me.

"This was the plan, wasn't it? Flirt with Jake to get me jealous so that I'd finally come home and fuck you." he nodded.

"You know me too well, Tommy." I giggled. He smirked and shook his head as he stood in between my legs and cupped my waist, making me hook my arms over his shoulders. He sighed and looked at me.

"I know that I've been working a lot recently, and I'm sorry for that. You know that I love you always, though, right?" he checked. I bit my lip at him.

"Course I know, Tommy. You're a busy man, I never read that as a lack of love, or you not wanting to spend time with me." I reassured.

"Good. Because you're the love of my life, and I'd never want to make you think otherwise." he shook his head.

"I never do." I smiled as I leant in and kissed him. He returned the kiss, his hands soothingly rubbing my waist as I played with the hair at the nape of his neck. I squealed against his lips, making Tom smile as he hooked his arm underneath my legs and picked me up from the counter bridal style.

"Round two?" he suggested, our lips still joined as he started to carry me out of the kitchen and up the stairs towards our bedroom.

"You know that I'll never say no to sex with you." I teased, making him laugh and nod as he carried me into our bedroom and shut the door with his foot.