Requested by marvel_hollandd: Tom is a mob boss, and Y/N is one of his maids. The other maids are always trying to be with Tom, but Tom chooses Y/N.

*Please note: this one-shot contains Tom being quite forceful, so please take it as read that EVERYTHING that happens is consensual. Thank you and enjoy :)*

I walked into the bedroom that I shared with the other maids, my eyes immediately rolling as Cassie and Jane stood in front of the mirror and desperately tried to adjust their uniforms to show as much cleavage as possible.

"Is that enough, do you think?" Jane mumbled, her breasts virtually popping out of the dress with how much she'd pulled it down.

"No, but that's good because mine need to be more on show so that he notices me, and not you." Cassie nodded as she did the same thing with her dress.

"You guys know that that doesn't work with him, so I don't know why you keep trying." I shrugged as I walked further in and grabbed the hairbands that we were also required to wear.

"Shut the fuck up, no one asked you." Jane scoffed, both of them staring daggers at me as she spoke. I sighed and rolled my eyes, all three of us looking to the door as it opened, and Tom's right-hand man, Harrison, walked in.

"Morning, ladies. Y/N, Tom wants to see you." He stated. My eyes wavered and I gulped at his words. I sighed and looked at the girls, both of them scoffing and shaking their heads at me as I put my hairband on and walked to Harrison. I worked as a maid for the infamous mob boss, Tom Holland, and the job was far from a walk in the park. Not because of him, though, but rather because of the other girls that I worked with. Of course Tom was a young and attractive bachelor, the man always being too busy to be tied down with a wife and children, and so he was as single as they came. Which, in short, led the other girls to absolutely throw themselves at him. The uniforms that we were given made that easy enough, as they were standard maid uniforms that could be pulled down to reveal more chest, or pulled up slightly to reveal more ass. I didn't go to such efforts to get Tom's attention, which was where the problem started. The girls simply couldn't wrap their heads around why, despite the fact that I didn't throw myself at Tom, he still seemed to favour me. They would do everything in their power to make Tom notice them and then have his way with them, but despite them doing all of that, and me doing none of that, he would still admire me, would still pick me for jobs that would be in his presence, still picked me to go out with him on errands. And the girls hated me for that. Of course I was equally as attracted to Tom as they were, after all the gorgeous man was powerful and was kind to us. But I wasn't the type of girl to go for people like that, I much preferred to stay in the shadows and keep to myself. Even if that did result in me getting slightly hurt. I snapped out of my thoughts as Harrison had led me to Tom's study door. I gulped harshly, my mind racing as it tried to figure out why my boss wanted to see me specifically as Harrison knocked gently on the door before opening it. I walked in, Tom's gorgeous chocolate eyes raising to meet mine as Harrison guided me in before shutting the door behind him.

"Sweetheart, hey. How are you doing today?" The boy smiled kindly as he put his pen down, and sat back in his chair.

"I-I'm okay, sir. To be honest, I'm wondering why you called me, and only me, here." I admitted with a nod.

"Very understandable too, my love. I'll cut to the chase. I want to offer you a promotion, to my head maid." He stated. My eyes widened, my mouth falling open as my heart harshly jumped in my chest at his words.

"S-sorry...what, sir?" I gulped harshly.

"You heard me, darling. Be my head maid." He nodded, his chocolate eyes flicking over my face, but clearly trying not to wander down as he raised his hand and ran his finger along his bottom lip. I gulped again and desperately tried to comprehend his offer. To anyone else, and even the other girls, such a promotion would be an incredible opportunity. But to me, I knew exactly what I had to say, and that was no. After all, as much as I'd love to be more than just a maid to Tom, it didn't feel like a good idea. It felt like nothing good would come out of dating a man who regularly killed people, who regularly broke the law. So, as much as it pained me to do, I had to turn this down. I had to.

"I-I'm sorry, sir...but no." I shook my head. His eyebrows furrowed, his mouth forming into an 'O' as he sat forward again and joined his hands before putting them on his desk.

"What did you just say?" He scoffed.

"I'm sorry, sir. I'm sure that if you were to ask one of the other girls, they would be more than willing-."

"Thing is, sweetheart, that I don't want one of the other girls. I want you." He nodded, his eyes darkening slightly as they stared at me. I had to admit that there was something incredibly sexy about how pissed off and possessive he looked right now, my heart fluttering at the fact that he clearly wanted me to take the job. And clearly wanted more with me too. But as much as I wanted the same, I had to stick to my guns.

"I'm sorry to disappoint you, sir. May I go back to my chores?" I asked. Tom kept his gaze on me for a moment longer, the boy biting his lip as he sat back in his chair again, and raised his hand back to his face.

"Yes, darling. You may." He nodded. I returned it and turned on my heels, Harrison opening the door for me so that I could walk straight out. The door shut behind me, making my eyes waver as I let out a shaky breath at the whole situation. I was reassured by Tom continuing to call me nicknames, because that meant that he wasn't annoyed with me for turning down his admittedly generous offer. But I also had a feeling that this wasn't over yet, and to be honest, I wasn't sure if that was a good or a bad thing. I guessed that I had to wait, and find out.

I stood in Tom's bedroom, my hand holding the handle of the duster as I cleaned the surfaces of his luxurious furniture. I walked to the wall of windows and continued to clean as I ran the duster over the top of his Chest of drawers. I looked over my shoulder as I heard the door open, my eyes wavering as Tom walked in.

"Sir-."

"Don't stop on my account, sweetheart." He gave me a small smile as he shut the door behind him, and stuck his hands into his trouser pockets. I nodded and returned the smile before turning back around, my heart racing so harshly in my chest at the thought of why he was in here as I continued to clean. But whatever he would do, fucking right I was going to let him. I kept my eyes glued to the mahogany surface of the storage unit, my eyes wavering as I felt Tom's presence approach me from behind. I gulped harshly, my heart violently jumping in my chest, and the space in between my legs starting to tingle as I felt his hands gently cup my waist. One stayed there whilst the other gently moved up my arm, his fingers dancing along my shoulder and neck, and leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake. I gasped loudly, my breath hitching in my throat as suddenly, he wrapped his fingers around the front of my neck and pulled my head back so that it was resting against his shoulder. I gulped harshly and clenched my jaw, though I couldn't deny that I was incredibly turned on by what Tom was doing right now. But I was guessing that that was the point, for both of us.

"No one says no to me, my love, not even you. I strongly suggest that you reconsider my offer. Come and find me when you've come to your senses. Am I understood?" He growled huskily, his lips brushing the shell of the ear as he spoke. My eyes fluttered shut at both his words and the feeling of his lips, my own mouth desperately trying to not let a moan slip at how good it all felt. How natural and perfect it felt to be held against Tom's body like this, with his hand on my neck keeping me in his arms. Was that bad? Maybe. But I didn't care.

"Yes, sir, I understand. I'll reconsider." I choked, though my shaky voice was no way indicative of any fear or threat. Purely of lust instead.

"Good, darling. That's what I wanted to hear." He whispered before letting me go. I breathed out but didn't dare turn around, my heart beating so harshly against my rib-cage as I heard the door open before shutting again to tell me that Tom had left the room. I couldn't help but let out a quiet laugh to myself, everything in me still trying to figure out why he'd picked me, of all people. But I was going to let him have me. That much had already been decided.

I lay in bed, my eyes glued to the ceiling as the other girls lay fast asleep metres away from me in our darkness-shrouded room. It was so late that I didn't even want to look at the time. But I was up regardless, for one reason, and one reason only. Tom. I hadn't stopped thinking about our extremely flirty exchange in his room, the skin of my neck begging to once again feel his fingers against it. I think that we had both known from the second that he had entered his room that I would reconsider his job proposal, and that I would say yes. All I had to do now was actually say it. I gulped harshly, my heart already thumping in anticipation as I sat up in bed before standing from it. I tiptoed to the door, being extra careful not to wake up the other girls as I slipped out of our room. I took deep breaths, my anxiety but also excitement increasing rapidly as I quietly walked along the corridor, and to Tom's room. I reached the closed door and straightened up to make myself look more confident before I gently knocked on the door. There was no turning back now. I heard shuffling from behind the door, my eyes wavering as it opened to reveal Tom. Opened to reveal Tom shirtless, and in very low-hanging sweatpants. I was in trouble. My boss' lips curled into a smirk as he saw me, his hands slipping into his pockets as he leant against the door-frame.

"I take it that you reconsidered my job offer, sweetheart?" He asked quietly as his eyes flicked up and down my body. I gulped and nodded as I bit my lip.

"I'll take it." I confirmed. He returned my nod and lip bite, the boy clearly trying not to smirk as he stepped aside to let me into his room. I gave him a small smile as I walked in, my heart racing and the space in between my legs already soaked in anticipation of where tonight would lead us as Tom followed me in before shutting the door behind us.