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KINKTOBER 2022

✩*⢄⢁✧day seven: corruption - Thranduil

tag: #Tyelpëlos Kinktober Event

notes: look, corruption just can't be done with a small word count and we all know my smut word counts get out of hand lol

word count: 6.2k

warnings: smut, NSFW content, MDNI, corruption, innocent! reader, loss of virginity

Your face only grew hotter at each sound which you couldn’t help but let slip from your mouth, all of which were muffled and swallowed by the Elvenking’s passionate mouth upon yours.

You weren’t entirely sure how you had found yourself in this situation, having spent the evening in idle chatter with the King of the Woodland Realm – you had felt rude for taking so much of his attention when it was more than clear that many others desired to converse with Thranduil however he seemed so very set on keeping you by his side. Unbeknownst to you, he just adored how you would become flustered when he looked down upon you with lidded eyes and a spoken innuendo, when his leg would press against yours beneath the banquet table, when his hand would land at the very lowest point of your back to guide you around the crowd of guests in the hall and eventually lead you away from them altogether.

You were a visiting noble from Lóthlorien, your father being a delegate. You had begged him for a chance to come along, it having been decades since you last set foot in the realm which had become known as Mirkwood as of late. You had friends in the Woodland Realm, made many mortal lifetimes ago and you were eager to see them after time apart. However, one of the conditions that your father had placed upon your coming along was that you would be involved in the political discussions of the realms so that you might learn to one day serve Lóthlorien’s political sphere as he did.

You had not refused as you knew many of the other delegates well through your father’s work and the sociable evenings that would often come with it. In particular, you were keen to see the Elvenking once more. You admired Thranduil greatly, especially with how he was protecting his Kingdom and subjects as darkness loomed over the once green and fruitful forest. He was so unlike many other politicians you knew: glamorous, eloquently sharp-tongued in a way so much more direct than any others he would cross paths with and undeniably gorgeous. You had spoken with him a little over a handful of times in your visits to his realm and he would always have compliments for you, a touch to your shoulder or lower back which you noticed he did not hand out freely, a fleeting caress of his fingers through your hair to push it away from your face that would fill you with butterflies and leave your face flushed. No other ellon was quite so bold as to show you such affection, likely because you did not reciprocate interest however you craved it from Thranduil. The fleeting, sometimes bordering flirtatious, touches were so unknown to you and you were ravenous for more each time he withdrew from you.

On Thranduil’s side, your flustered reactions and the way you would somehow both tense and melt into his touches told him very clearly that this was not something you were accustomed to, that touch was something you had not experienced and yet you seemed to crave it, whether or not you knew that you did. It stirred something in Thranduil to know that there was such a fair and innocent elleth in his halls who would so readily give herself to his touch, even if she knew so little of what it would entail. Often, he would slip innuendos into your conversations, some more obvious ones that would make your face flush and others which he noticed would go over your head entirely.

Perhaps that was why he had led you out of the hall of guests and visitors with a hand on the lowest part of your back under the guise of showing you the royal library – available only to himself and Legolas without a request for permission to enter. To sate his own curiosity of your innocence, a book of erotic art had been his choice for the evening and he watched as you began to stumble over your words, how you could not meet his eyes, how your face flushed with heat and, most importantly, how you began to press your thighs together. You had gone rather quiet and he wondered if you were full of questions or not, ones you were far too embarrassed to ask.

Thranduil had moved to stand behind you, his arms on the table on either side of you, trapping you between his body and the furniture. You had turned around at one point to look over your shoulder at the tall Elvenking, noticing how his eyes fell on your face and yet did not meet your gaze as they had fallen to your lips. As he leaned down towards you, you had jerked slightly with a small gasp at realising he intended to kiss you – he had paused for a moment, darkened eyes searching yours for any sign that you did not want this. You seemed anxious but not unwilling and so he waited until your hand came to rest over his which was now wrapped around your waist, resting against your abdomen. You made no move to pull away, to leave, and yet you also made now move to initiate the interrupted kiss once more.

Within the kiss, you had found yourself spun around, being backed away from the table and against the nearby wall. You were trembling like a leaf as you tried to keep up with Thranduil’s passionate kisses, your little hands tangling in his robes by the time his lips were slanting across the curve of your jaw. The little gasp you let out when he did so was utter music to his ears and you whimpered when his knee pressed against your clothed cunt, feeling how you subconsciously rolled your hips into the touch, seeking more friction as wetness quickly grew between your legs. Your legs felt weak and your head was reeling at the onslaught of pleasure as Thranduil sucked down on the supple flesh of your throat, you being utterly unaware of the marks that would be left behind.

One of Thranduil’s large hands reached down to cup the back of your knee and crook your leg over his hip, making it much easier for him to press his body to yours and your breath hitched when you could feel his strained cock press against you, even through the layers of your clothing. This seemed to please him – you weren’t so utterly clueless as to what would happen but you were merely inexperienced which still stirred arousal heavily within him.

“I-I should probably tell you that I have very little idea of what I am doing, my Lord.” Your words came out airily and he flashed you a wolfish grin. It was so adorable that you didn’t even know just how obvious your innocence was.

“Oh, I know, little one.” His lips met yours once again, slower this time, savouring you before he pulled away entirely, leaving you panting against the wall and pouting at the loss of contact. Your fingers twitched to reach out to him and yet you did not do so, unsure exactly of what to do, of what you could ask, of how you might initiate. Thranduil took your hand in his, thankfully, and began leading you through this wing of the halls, towards his chambers.

Your hold on his hand was tight and he could still feel how you quivered with anticipation of what was to come. You looked beautiful with kiss-swollen lips, red marks across your throat that would darken soon enough, pupils blown wide and trailing along at his side, allowing him to lead you wherever he may please so long as he would pour pleasure over you once more.

You had little time to admire the grand bedchambers of the Elvenking as his arms were soon wrapping around you from behind, feeling the softness of your body against his chest as his lips hovered by your ear, a hand coming up to sweep your hair out of the way. His other hand roamed along the curve of your waist, tugging you ever tighter against his body as his chin came to rest on your shoulder.

“Tell me of how you’ve been touched.” His voice came out in a delectable whisper and you tried to turn your head away, embarrassed. You didn’t realise that he was trying to provoke that exact reaction out of you, that mixture of shyness and humiliation at your inexperience which you would find would be nothing to feel shame of this evening – no, in fact it was something that had made him choose you with such eagerness that the two of you had left the gathering early together.

“I… Very little, my Lord.” You murmured, “Embraces and a parting kiss to the cheek with a childhood sweetheart but I’m afraid there has been nothing more.” You could feel his breath against your skin as he exhaled and one of his hands roamed upwards, resting just beneath your breasts.

“You mean to tell me that you are a virgin? That you have never been touched by another?” He hummed and could feel your fluttering heart beneath his palm.

“Yes, my Lord.”

“And do you wish to be claimed, Y/n? Claimed by a King?” His lips pressed to your neck once more, “I can assure you are in capable hands.”

“I…” Your pulse raced at the proposal, would you allow such a thing to pass? You had known Thranduil for many centuries and in that time, he had been nothing but tender and affectionate with you. You assumed that he would be no different between sheets. “Please, my Lord.”

“Please what?” He pulled away just enough that you couldn’t feel his grin against your flesh.

“I trust you. I want it to be you.”

“Want what to be me?” He would have you say it, no matter how embarrassed you may feel to voice such desires aloud. You let out a whine at being pushed to do such a thing and it only pleased Thranduil more.

“I want you to be my first.”

“Then I’ll have to teach you what you must do, no?” He began to walk you towards the large bed when you nodded your head slightly, turning you around in his hold as one of his hands came beneath your chin to make you look up at him, forcing you to hold his gaze. “You must trust that I know what is best for you, yes? So you must listen, you must obey when I command you.” Your eyes searched his for any sign of deception and yet you could see none in your naivete. You nodded your head. The corners of his mouth turned up slightly in satisfaction at having you exactly where he wanted you, “Then beg me to claim you, show me that you can be good and beg.”

“My Lord…” He watched your lower lip tremble and felt how your hands clasped his robes once more, feeling far too shy to voice such a desire aloud. But Thranduil would have what he wanted: he wanted to tear away your innocence piece by piece until you were wanton and depraved for him and him alone, watching your shy nature as you made conversation with his guests and subjects while he knew he could have you whichever way he wanted and you would beg for it because he told you so. He would take you as you were now, utterly inexperienced, and mould you into the perfect little doll for him, “Please… I…”

“Come, little one, you can do better than that, I am sure. You have to show me how much you want this, how else will I know if you are truly willing unless you’re ready to beg?”

“Please claim me…” Your voice came out weakly, quietly, and he groaned softly at hearing those words while looking into such innocent doe-eyes, “I’m yours, I want no other. Please, take me as your own, please.” His hands landed on your hips and pushed upwards to cup your clothed breasts.

“And if I give you what you want, will you be good? Will you obey me?” You nodded your head and he tenderly pushed some hair away from your face, watching as you tilted your head enough to melt into his touch. “Good girl…” He praised, “On your knees now.” You shot him a quizzical look and he returned with one of offence, “You said that you trust me, unless that is you have lied?”

“Of course not, my Lord.” You spoke as he slowly lowered to your knees. In Thranduil’s eyes, you were a sight to behold in such a position: your little hands resting on your lap as you looked up at him with innocent and expectant eyes, utterly ignorant to how he intended to ruin you this evening.

“Do you know what it is I expect of you in this position?” He watched your lips part, perhaps intent on landing a lucky guess but you could not form one and so your lips met each other once more and you shook your head. His hand smoothed over your hair gently before lightly tangling in your locks at the nape of your neck, keeping you there as he began to untie the laces at the front of his robes, watching how your eyes darted down to follow the movement and widened at the sight of his cock straining within the material. “I intend to use your mouth…” He declared. He watched as your eyes roamed back upwards to meet his, brows furrowing slightly at his words which only made him fight back a smile. So very innocent… “You simply need to lick-'' He took out his swollen cock from his clothing and delighted in how your eyes widened at the size of him, very likely the first you had ever seen, “-and suck, and I’ll do the rest.” You looked unsure and yet no less willing which drove him utterly wild and he restrained himself to only tighten his hold in your hair slightly as opposed to all the things he wished to do to you.

Featherly, your tongue flicked against the head of his flushed cock and with a gentle press at the back of your head, he encouraged you to suck down on the tip. For a mere moment, you hollowed out your cheeks as you did so and he let out a hiss that melted into a groan. You glanced up at him through your lashes and the sight of you made a wave of arousal wash over him: here you were, innocent little thing, on your knees taking his cock deeper into your hot, wet mouth as you looked up to him for guidance on what to do. “Try to keep your teeth off…” Slowly, he pushed your head down further on his cock and only eased up when you winced as you choked slightly. “You can take it…” He let out lowly as he continued to push you down, watching your pretty eyes well with tears as you tried to accommodate his size, finding that slackening your jaw helped. He groaned at the sensation of you choking slightly as he rolled his hips against you, feeling your small hands leave your lap to tug at the material of his trousers instead, eyes teary. “Look at how well you’re taking it…” He sighed out as he withdrew when you gagged, watching how you spluttered for a moment, looking up at him expectantly. His large hand cupped your warm cheek and, as expected, you leaned into his touch, closing your eyes which he noticed caused one tear to slip down your cheek.

His thumb swiped over your bottom lip, breaking the little trail of saliva that was there and pressing the head of his cock to your mouth once more. He watched as you looked back up at him again when he led you so that you were leaning back with the back of your head against the bedpost. Your eyes closed out of shyness once more when you parted your lips once again to welcome him into your willing and innocent mouth, finding that the sounds it pulled from him had you almost dripping with arousal. Thranduil’s hands cupped your jaw on either side, holding you still as he sank slowly into your mouth, paying no mind to how your arms jerked slightly as you held his clothing in a deathly-tight grip. You glanced up at him with panicked eyes when he began to push into your throat and then shallowly thrust, slowly easing the both of you into him fucking your face. The sight of your teary eyes only made him let out a moan and his fingers pushed into your hairline to slightly tangle in your hair as he relished in your muffled whines and chokes as you gazed up at him through your teary eyes. The sight of one so innocent taking almost all of his cock within your mouth only further ignited his growing arousal much faster than he had anticipated. He pulled out to the very tip of his cock – much to your silent relief – and you felt the bitter heat of his cum against your tongue, paired with hearing the guttural groan that left his throat.

You continued to suck down on him as he had instructed until he withdrew from you entirely and one of his hands fell to your shoulder while the other cupped your chin to tilt your head upwards. “Stick your tongue out.” He commanded, slightly breathless. He moaned at the sight of your tongue covered in his seed and reached forwards with two fingers to rub it against your tongue, pushing his fingers towards the back of your mouth before withdrawing, smearing his hot cum against your lips as you withdrew your tongue. “Swallow.” He commanded, that same hand wrapping around your throat, feeling when you obeyed and he leant down to collect your hands in his and pull you to your feet.

“How was that?” He hummed, pulling you close and he watched your face flush all over again, parting your lips without a thing to say yet.

“I like hearing you…” You spoke quietly, finding it hard to meet his eyes, “I don’t know about taking so much…”

“It’s new, you’ll grow accustomed to it. You’ll learn to take my cock whichever way I wish for you to.” You perked up slightly at the unspoken promise in his phrase: there would be more times like this. “Why don’t I return the favour so that you might better see the appeal?” He offered and watched your brow furrow for a moment as you put together what he was saying. Subconsciously, you would have been able to take that step backwards if not for Thranduil’s arms circled around your waist.

“I… I couldn’t possibly let you… You’re a King, I…” He let out a low chuckle and you felt the backs of your legs hit the bed.

“On the contrary, perhaps that is the reason why you should let me…” He murmured, lidded eyes settling on your kiss-swollen lips, reaching up to tug down on your lower lip with his thumb before his eyes skimmed even lower to the neckline of your dress – covering far too much – and he took another step forwards which forced you to fall back.

His words made a realisation dawn on you that you had not thought of before: if you were to displease Thranduil now, how would that reflect on your father? On the realm which he was here representing. Thranduil could immediately see your hesitance in the way that you looked away from him and your arms moved to cover your body despite it already being covered by your clothes. You could feel the heat of his body as he hovered over you and his knuckles caressed your cheek.

“Are you nervous, little one?” He asked and you could only meet his eyes for a moment before losing the confidence again.

“Will… if this doesn’t go… will there be repercussions for my family? For my realm?” You asked timidly and were first answered by Thranduil’s lips upon yours – soft and sweet, entirely unlike how he had been earlier.

“Not at all. Should you want to stop now, I must admit I would be disappointed but you and your family will remain welcomed and honoured guests in my halls.” That made you feel much safer and you nodded your head to show that you understood before you slowly reached up to bury your hands in Thranduil’s silken white hair that was falling around you like a waterfall. You allowed yourself to revel in the softness of his hair for a while before pulling him down to kiss you once again. He groaned against your mouth at the fact that you had been the one to initiate things this time and you felt his hands land on your hips, pushing down to your thighs and beginning to bunch up your skirt just enough to part your legs so that he had space to settle between them.

He encouraged you to move further up the bed and you couldn’t help but reach up to cover your face when he sat back on his spread knees and laid your thighs over his, pushing your dress up to bunch around your waist. His fingers flexed against your thighs to find that you were wearing white, utterly drenched, panties. They were cotton with a little lace trim, sitting relatively high on your hips, nothing too fancy, but it was so different to any sort of striking red, sleek black or thin, seductive lace. They were simple, innocent, much like the elleth wearing them.

Your hand clapped over your mouth to cut off a gasp when his thumb pressed over your clothed clit and it only aroused him more to see how your legs jerked in reaction to just a small touch.

“No, no, none of that.” He said and you took note of how his voice had dropped since the two of you had been conversing amongst guests in his hall. His hands pulled at the ties of your dress until he could push it down your arms and chest, leaving all of the fabric to bunch around your middle while your nipples hardened in the cool air. Thranduil’s large hands cupped your soft breasts, pulling an unexpected moan from you as his fingers expertly teased you. You kept one hand over the lower half of your face, trying to hide how flushed you were while your other hand cupped the back of his head as his lips ghosted over your skin. You smoothed back white tresses before slightly tugging when his teeth nipped at you before wrapping his lips around one nipple and sucking down, laving his tongue over your sensitive skin.

After you continued to muffle all of your sounds of pleasure with your palm, Thranduil lifted himself from you and took your wrists in his hands, pulling them away from your face and guiding you to play with your own breasts. To begin with, out of embarrassment, you merely let your hands lay over your chest, unmoving, but Thranduil tutted at this.

“Come now, you promised to obey. Just touch yourself like this…” And his hands covered yours once more to guide them as his knee pressed between your legs, “You want this to feel good, don’t you?” You minutely nodded your head, biting down on your lower lip as you did as instructed. You gasped at the feeling of your face being grabbed as Thranduil loomed over you once more. “If you haven’t figured out that I want to hear you by now, you can’t be as sharp as I thought.” You sucked in a ragged breath as his fingers pushed your panties to the side just enough to swipe his fingers through your soaked slit. “So now you’re going to tell me exactly how everything feels.” You let out a whine at the command before your lips parted to let out a moan as his fingers pushed up to your clit.

Your chest was rising and falling heavily with the combined pleasure of Thranduil’s fingers expertly stroking your clit while you continued to grope and tease your breasts. “Come now, Y/n, tell me how it feels.”

“I feel… good and- and warm and-” Your head fell back when his fingers pushed downwards to press against your entrance. Any words you might have had melted into a moan as he just slightly pushed his fingers inside of you, stroking against your walls in a way that had you bucking into his hand. You looked back up at him when he withdrew entirely and found that he had shrugged off the outer layer of his robes and was lifting his shirt over his head. Wordlessly, you lifted your hips to assist him in removing your dress entirely and you watched with bated breath as his fingers curled into the sides of your panties and pulled them down your legs, making you see just how wet you had got them.

“Look at how needy you are…” Thranduil sighed and you turned your head to the side out of embarrassment. You gasped and tried to close your legs at the sudden sensation of two of his fingers sinking all the way into you but with the way he had draped your thighs over his, his body stopped you from pressing your thighs together and so you simply ended up squeezing his hips with your legs. Your hands tangled in the sheets when he began to pump them in and out of you, curling and uncurling each time to assure he could stroke against that sweet spot within you. “Listen to that…” He groaned lowly at the wet sounds he was pulling from your cunt as the heel of his palm began to hit against your clit with each thrust from his wrist. He delighted in your drawn-out whine as he withdrew and hefted you up in his arms to push you further onto the bed, your head now against the pillows as he kissed down over your stomach.

He set one of your thighs over his shoulder and held your stunned gaze as he kissed the supple flesh there before his blue irises vanished behind thick lashes and he was sucking down against your skin. He moved further up until he was pressing soft kisses across your pussy before his tongue lapped hotly at you in a long stroke and his teeth grazed against your clit. Your hands gripped the pillow beneath your head as you subconsciously pressed your hips into his face, feeling his large hands reach up to steady you as he began to eat you like a man starved, delighting in each little moan it would pull from you, sounds you had never made for another. He would grow used to them, he would see to it that your stay here would be extended for however long he saw fit, however long it would take to strip you of this shy innocence and make you wanton and desperate for him and whatever he would do to you.

He could feel one of your hands come down to grip in his white hair as you rocked your hips against his face, chasing pleasure that you had never imagined. You let out a desperate cry when one of his fingers sank into you again and he could feel just how close you were, your thighs quivering. The gasp you let out when he removed himself from you once more was beautiful, especially paired with your teary-eyed look. His lips trailed hot kisses across your belly and paused for a while at your neck before meeting your mouth.

You hooked one leg around his waist as one of your hands cupped his face, the other tangling in his hair, trying to pull him to you. Yes, this was exactly what he wanted of you: desperation enough that you would beg – with words or your body – for him to taint such preserved innocence.

“Do you want me, Y/n?” Thranduil drawled out against your mouth and you met his eyes with an imploring gaze as you nodded your head. “I’m going to have to hear you say it.” He withdrew enough to strip himself of the last of his clothing, now as bare as you were.

“I want you, my Lord…” You breathed out, voice quiet.

“And what do you want of me, Y/n?” He smiled slyly at the whimper you made in response, turning your head to the side to try and hide your face in the pillows as you let out mumbled pleas, “Come now, speak up. I won’t fuck you until you ask for it.”

“Please…” You forced yourself to meet his gaze once more, driven by the need to sate the hot ache within you, “Please, I want you… Thranduil, please.” He groaned at hearing you use his name and leaned down closer to you, hoping that perhaps you could beg quietly if at all. Propped up on one forearm beside your head, he lifted up a strand of your hair to toy with, running it through his fingers. “I need you, need you to-” He watched in delight as your blush spread down your neck as you took in a deep breath, “I need you to fuck me, please.” You were rewarded with a hot kiss beneath your ear and the feeling of his hardened cock against your cunt.

You took in a sharp breath of air when you recalled how you had taken him in your mouth and you tensed up for a moment in fear of the pain that could be to come. This didn’t go unnoticed by Thranduil who tenderly brushed away your hair from your face as he looked down at you.

“What is it, little one?” He murmured.

“I’m just worried about… well, you’re not exactly-...” You swallowed hard as you trailed off.

“You’re worried it won’t fit?” He mused as he kissed the corner of your mouth, nibbling slightly on your bottom lip.

“Yes…” You let out in a whisper. You sighed at the sweetness of the kisses that he peppered across your face while his hands slid down your sides and to your hips, further to your thighs as he slowly pushed them up.

“You’re in good hands.” He assured you as he took his cock in his hand, sliding the head of it through your folds and making you moan softly when he tapped it against your clit before going down to press at your wet entrance. Your fingers curled down into his biceps when he first began to push into you, whining at the stretch of him as you closed your eyes and tried to focus on how you were breathing instead of the painful stretch of him inside of you. You felt Thrandul’s lips on the corner of your mouth once more and his fingers beneath your chin coaxed you to open your teary eyes. “You’ll need to relax if you’re going to take all of me, little one.” You almost wanted to let out a sob but he took your hands in his and guided them back to your breasts and he revelled in seeing how you followed his instructions from earlier and began to play with yourself without a word needing to be said. You let out a high-pitched moan when his fingers landed on your clit and he had to hold himself back from thrusting all the way into you when he felt your walls flutter around him. “There you go…” He hissed inwardly when you tried to push your hips down to take more of him but it only made you wince.

His other hand reached upwards and you knew not what else to do other than open your mouth when his fingers pressed to your lips. They began to press down on your tongue, to thrust in and out of your mouth and you couldn’t help but lick and suck at them before they were withdrawn and your body jolted at the feeling of them, slicked with your spit, touching your clit in place of his other hand. “There you go, just relax and let yourself feel good…” When he gave a shallow thrust, your back arched up as though your body were trying to reach towards him and you let out a moan. He could feel how your legs wrapped around his waist to try and pull him closer and so he leaned down over you, your hands going up right away to cup his face. Your lips trailed a line from his cheek to the corner of your mouth as you let out high-pitched moans at the way he was shallowly fucking you, sinking all of his cock into your tight, waiting heat.

You buried your face in his neck, slightly muffling your sounds between the kisses you placed upon his skin there. His fingers continued to tease at your clit and you simply let yourself sink further and further into pleasure as you could feel the muscles, particularly in your abdomen and thighs, tense up. Like a tightly-wound coil snapping, you soon found yourself trembling in pleasure beneath the white-haired Elvenking and he let out a ragged groan by your ear at feeling the contractions and wetness of your orgasm around his cock.

He slowed his pace right down and slowed his strokes against your clit before stopping them entirely, gazing at you beneath him. You were flushed, panting and trembling beneath him, your hair spread out around you with closed eyes, trying to catch your breath. You whimpered quietly at the loss of him within you but gave a hazy smile at the feeling of his lips against your cheek as you were turned onto your side and then your front, stomach against the sheets as Thranduil’s lips glided across your shoulders, brushing your hair out of his way with his hands and pressing a kiss to the side of your face.

Your brows furrowed at the unfamiliar sticky sensation between your thighs when Thranduil’s hands on you angled your hips upwards just enough to sink into you once more. You turned your head to muffle your gasp against the pillow but a hand tangled in your hair turned your head to the side once more and you let out a soft moan when Thranduil’s lips landed on your once more as he sank all the way into you, the position allowing him deeper and you felt pinned in place by his body upon yours.

“You’ll take more to please me, won’t you, sweet girl?” He drawled out and you nodded your head, mind still swimming and yet to come down from your orgasm, a feeling more intense than you ever could have imagined and you were soon crying out at the force he used upon you, holding your body down as he pounded into your little cunt, chasing his own end within you. “Beg me to claim you…” He moaned against your ear.

“I only… want you.” You breathed out, your words almost drowned out by the sounds of your bodies meeting, “Please, take me as yours… claim me, my King, please. Please?” Your words turned to whimpers, “I’m yours, claim me, please.” Hearing you whimper out such things when at the beginning of this evening, you had yet to be touched by any other beyond an embrace or a kiss upon your cheek, knowing that you were allowing him to strip you of your innocence all for want of his cock, seemed to send him over the edge and his hips stuttered as he came within you, watching how you gasped at the sensation, your hands tangling in the sheets beneath you as his body collapsed over you, mindful to not crush you under his weight.

After a moment of catching his breath, he withdrew from you and looked down to watch his seed spill from you with a masculine sense of satisfaction, tainted pink by your virginal blood. His palm drew a soothing trail down your spine.

“I’ll return in a moment.” You couldn’t even nod your head as he got up to go into an adjoining room, returning to begin cleaning up your body as you continued to lie on your front, stretching your muscles some once he was done. You felt him drape a blanket over your body and pull you into his arms so that you were resting on your side with your back to him. You hummed at the kisses he pressed to your cheek as he leaned over you.

“Get some rest now, little one.” He spoke softly as he petted your hair and you pressed yourself closer to him as you let yourself drift off to sleep, feeling exhausted in the arms of a king who had so much more in store for you.

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Red 》 Tom Hiddleston x Reader (part eight)

a/n: guys, this chapter gets angsty... so be warned! my heart ached writing this part 😭 **any mistakes are my own!**

warnings (overall): smut, angst, fluff, mature language, edging

parings: Professor!Tom x Reader

word count: 3.2k

overall summary: A graduate student at Cambridge, you are on the journey of writing your first official novel, Red. Upon taking Professor Tom Hiddleston’s class for inspiration, you somehow find yourself creating your characters, Damian and Ava, into the prime replicas of you and Tom. When you accidentally forward a rough draft of your story over to the hot professor, his interest is piqued, leading him to help you advance your writing through physicality and the dirtiest sex you ever dreamt of. But here’s the issue. He’s your professor. You’re his student.

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Chapter Eight 》 The Truth

Monday.

Your least and most favorite day of the week.

Your least because it meant the school week officially circled around once more and the drowning in classwork would resume.

It was your favorite because it meant that your very last class of the day would be Tom’s. It was the first time you would get to see him during the day, as every class you had before his was either on the first or second floor of Cambridge while his Shakespeare Appreciation was on the very top floor.

Right now, you were nestled inside of the library, earbuds tucked inside of your ears with the playlist you had created for RED playing in your ears. You were trying to find the motivation to add onto your current chapter that followed the sex scene between Damian and Ava, now turned Tom and Y/N for the time being. The two were having a heart-to-heart.

“Tom,” Y/N stared up at him with eyes that resembled a doe who had just caught herself in the headlights of his car. She was worried. The fear she experienced severed itself deep inside of her stomach, those once blossoming butterflies now turned into hornets, stinging her flesh every chance it got.

She craved his attention, not just his sex.

Her voice wavered, those tear-filled, gorgeous eyes meeting his.

“Y/N, what is it?” He asked, absentmindedly sifting through paperwork that was beginning to pile up on his desk. He still had a job to keep up with. Although his primary concern in this life was Y/N, he was still battling his inner demons on the delicate subject of what Y/N and he were.

He wanted more, but the fear of getting caught almost turned him off.

Yet he made his cock tighten beneath his trousers and his thoughts to become scrambled.

However, Tom wasn’t expecting the conversation to suddenly turn. He had just taken Y/N’s virginity not even a month ago. Their every exchange had been mellow for the most part, as Tom desperately waited for the cue that Y/N was more than prepared to expand her horizons.

Those innocent eyes she held for the most part when others were around? Suddenly turned lustful and dark as she approached him. Pushing him back in his chair, she straddled herself on his hips, the bulge of his erection brushing against her cunt in a harrowing way, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her already heated veins.

“I want you to tie me up and have your way with me… show no mercy.” She whispered against his ear, her lips nipping at his earlobe.

Tom felt his cock twitch at the words, the way Y/N’s hips rolled against his, causing his head to fall back against the rest of his chair.

“Tie me up like the dirty slut I am,” She enthralled, the essence of begging dripping from her soft voice. Tom’s hand instinctively moved to her ass, taking a handful of her voluptuous skin into his grasp, his nails burying deep enough to leave an imprint for her pretty eyes to stare at once she got home.

Tom growled suddenly, his lips fervently reaching to press against hers as his hands slipped underneath the clothes she donned. In a simple hook of his fingers, he could have them removed.

Stopping yourself, you refrained and checked the time. You still had an hour until Tom’s class. Part of you wanted to saunter on into his office and make a show of yourself there, as your horniness was on the rise with each word you typed. You were enthralled more than ever with this book. It had truly become your prized possession.

But you knew if you tried to sneak your way into his office, someone would catch you. And now, you had found yourself slightly paranoid once you saw the face of Brittany Davis staring down at you on Saturday in the coffee shop. Making the mistake of saying you knew Tom’s favorite Shakespeare was Much Ado About Nothing when she questioned your status on the project he assigned the entirety of the class, you felt as if you needed to remain on edge.

And you sure as hell couldn’t risk her seeing you alone with him.

That would only spark rumors, although you weren't too sure what could be started about the two of you.

Who even had a clue?

Biting at the skin on the corner of your index finger, you hover your mouse over Tom and then Y/N. It still felt so surreal to have your and his name dancing across the screen. When you first started this, you were perfectly fine with creating Damian’s character to center on the undeniably gorgeous Shakespearan professor, not actually have him turn into the character himself.

But then again, whatever it took to ensure a thrilling story?

You’d do anything.

Not finding the urge to write anymore and for the simple fact you didn’t want your words to be rushed, you figured you would save this piece for when you and Tom edited later on.

Maybe sitting in the empty seminar room with your thoughts would trigger the creative sparks to unwind. Shoving your laptop back into its spot in your bag, you gathered the remainder of your things; the notebook, pen, and folder.

Tom had encouraged you to write your thoughts out. Keep some sort of a diary on the characters. So you did. Thus far nestled inside the spiral notebook was;

DAMIAN HENDRIX / TOM

- Heavy English accent - History professor at Oxford - Late thirties/early forties - Mix of blonde/dark hair, curly - Blue eyes - Six-foot two - Hopeless romantic with a roughened edge

AVA JACKSON / Y/N - From Cincinnati, Ohio - History student at Oxford - Early twenties - Light brown hair - Amber-colored eyes - Five-foot six - Virgin who wants Professor Hendrix to give her experience

You had the notepad memorized. And quite frankly, Tom’s advice worked. You would come up with ideas and write them out on your phone before converting them over to your notebook.

Making your way out of the library, you had forty-five minutes left. Sighing, you stepped onto the elevator and pressed the button for the top floor. Once the ding rang through your ears and the steel doors opened themselves open, you looked straight ahead. Tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, you glanced down at the blue sneakers you wore. Your outfit consisted of a pair of dark skinny jeans, a black top, and your grey hoodie covering you.

The temperatures were nearly frigid in London and of course, there was a light drizzle. However, it only awakened your urge to write. You felt as though you worked better in these conditions.

As you were nearing the classroom, you suddenly heard your name.

“Hey! Y/N!” A male’s voice called out. You turned your head around to see none other than Travis Wilson approaching you. You offered him a kind smile. He was in your earlier morning class, Creating Fiction. You two usually sat beside one another during the lecture, but of course, nothing aspired between the two of you.

“I need advice for our upcoming assignment,” He said almost breathlessly. He admitted that at times, he had trouble finding ideas to develop a fiction piece and was simply getting frustrated the more he sat there with nothing coming into his mind.

He had a cheeky grin the entire time he talked to you. Although mostly quiet, he opened up to you when allowed to. He had shaggy brown hair that nearly fell into his eyes, his eyes were a pretty green that almost resembled the color you pictured Ava’s to be, but not as drastic.

“Honestly, I just sit there and listen to music. I survey topics online and try to get inspiration there. But I’ve also adored writing since I was a teenager, so,” You said with a gentle laugh. Travis smiled at you, nodding his head.

“I bet your work is phenomenal. I heard you were in Professor Hiddleston’s class. I'll take that next semester.” He chuckled. You couldn’t help but grin at the mention of Tom.

“He’s a wonderful professor. I’ve enjoyed every moment of it so far.” You said with the nod of your head. From the outward exterior, it would seem based on the smile that Travis gave you and the tucking of your hair behind your ear, you two were flirting.

And that’s exactly how Tom perceived it when he was coming down the hall and caught you. He tucked himself behind the corner and your heartfelt giggle he knew too well flooded his ears, igniting a gruesome fire within his core that angered him beyond subtle comprehension. As Travis leaned himself against the wall, Tom saw the way your eyes lit up.

His lips grimaced, his fists tightening.

How could you?

He couldn’t bear to watch you throw yourself at Travis any longer. Rushing away from his hidden spot in the corner, you saw him from the corner of your eye. His blue eyes were blown wide with a new emotion you hadn’t quite seen yet; anger.

Your breath hitched in your throat, watching as his strides only became bigger, the distance between the two of you closing quickly.

“Ms. Jones, may I speak to you in private?” His voice boomed and he made no attempt to touch you. His voice was on edge. To any normal person, he sounded professional.

But you knew better.

Travis looked at the two of you and watched as you turned on your heel, not protesting.

His eyes flashed a worrisome look in your direction, but you refrained from making a different facial expression except for calm.

You gave him a quick wave goodbye and held your bag closer against your chest, the anxiety building within you. Already starting to pick at the sleeves of your hoodie long before you crossed the threshold of his office, a room you hadn’t stepped foot into yet.

Your strides had to become faster in order to catch up with him. Once you were inside, you saw Tom crossed the floor and shut the door hard, which only made you flinch.

“Tom?” You called out nervously.

“What in the fuck do you think you’re doing?” He glared at you, his normally luscious blue eyes turned dark, revealing a new side of him you had never experienced.

“What?” You stammered, your heart jumping into your throat. You suddenly felt the smallest you ever had before since meeting him.

Tom narrowed his gaze onto you, staring at you as though you were utterly stupid. He stifled a laugh, his hands rested on his hips. He licked his lips and used his right hand to scratch at his chin, the smoke nearly pouring from his ears.

He slowly came towards you, his lips pressed into a tight line.

“Don’t play stupid with me, love. It won’t work.” He spat out at you and your heart tightened at the sound of his voice piercing your ears. He was inching closer to you until your back was pressed flush against the wall, right beside his large bookcase.

He rested one hand above your head, his wrists touching the top of your head, his opposite hand pressing against your abdomen which only pushed you tighter against the cold surface of the tanned wall.

His lips came to rest right at your ear, his voice laced with pure venom that seeped from his dangerous lips.

“You little slut, trying to find your material elsewhere.” He finally hissed next to your ear, his fingertips tightening on the skin of your stomach which made you whimper.

“I-I,” - “Shut the fuck up,” He commanded you, making you remain silent. You were beyond petrified of him at this very moment, confused entirely of what the hell he was talking about.

“You think I’m actually going to sit here and waste my time to help you write this book while you go seeking ideas from other guys?”

Oh shit.

He saw you and Travis.

“T-Tom,” You stuttered, but his hands snaked their way underneath your hoodie to take your left breast into his hand, squeezing it within his grasp which caused you to gasp for air. His knee forced your legs to separate and he buried it just underneath your cunt, the bone rubbing against your clit.

You were not turned on.

You were scared.

“You had a mouth to speak then, why can’t you say something now?” Tom demanded from you, his anger still laced in his accent which only caused it to become thicker. You shuddered beneath his hold and tried to reach for him, but he only pushed you back, ensuring your hands were glued to the wall behind you.

“I-I’m not getting material!” You cried out finally, tears beginning to brim in your eyes. Tom glared at you, obviously not believing you. His grip only tightened on you and you knew there were sure to be a mark leftover from this encounter.

“I should’ve known you would go someplace else, that’s what I figured you would do! You were just using me to get your start before you went on to someone else.” He growled at you.

And that was when you ultimately lost it.

Your eyes flooded with tears, your face scrunching up as a choked sob formed.

“T-Tommy,” You gasped. When you called him Tommy, your voice was broken, it was cracking on the very end. His eyes suddenly widened, irises pooling with worry.

Your shoulders began to shake and he removed his knee from in between your legs. Loosening his grip slightly on you, he watched as you slid down the wall fast, your knees going straight to your chest.

With your head falling into your hands, your cries only grew louder and Tom’s face immediately changed.

“Darling?” He said softly as he went to the floor. He reached out to touch you, but you immediately flinched, turning yourself away from him. The imprints of his hand on your stomach were still there and your breast ached from his tightened grip. He tried once more to gently lace his hands into yours, but when he felt you slam your fists into his chest, you shoved him back.

“Don’t fucking touch me!” You nearly screamed, trying to keep your voice low so people in their own offices wouldn’t hear the commotion. Tom’s eyes grew wide at you and he knew he had just screwed up. He refrained from touching you anymore, not wanting to make the matter worse than it had just become.

You stared up at him, your vision blurred with hot tears. You felt violated, sick to your stomach, betrayed. He didn’t even give you the chance to explain yourself before he tried to turn it into some sick game.

It was then, you knew the truth needed to be told.

“I-I wasn’t going to sleep with someone else to get material, Tom!” You screamed at him. “Travis is a classmate from my Fiction class. Not someone I’m sleeping with!” You added, using your fists to rub into your eyes.

“I haven’t used a single person for material!” You cried out to him. You hugged your knees to your chest, the teardrops cascading onto the dark jeans that clung to your legs. Tom stared down at you, his eyebrows knitted together in pure confusion.

“What are you talking about, Y/N?” He asked you in a softer voice, his heart reeling. He felt absolutely guilty at this moment, he didn’t understand what was going on.

That was when your eyes turned up to meet his.

“Have you ever thought for a fucking second who Damian and Ava are?” You spat. He sucked in his bottom lip, his teeth sinking into the skin ever so slightly.

“Damian’s me,” Tom inferred. And as he stared down at you on the floor with your knees to your chest, crying hysterically, he saw it. It was the first time he had ever realized.

“You’re Ava.” He resonated into the air, making your tears fall faster.

He quickly inhaled and put himself on the floor in front of you.

“Darling… Does… Does that mean,” He reached out and gently laid his hand on your cheek, using the pad of his thumb to circle underneath your eye. You gave in to the motion and looked up at him, noticing his blue orbs were taken over with severe emotion.

“Tom, I’m a virgin.” You finally announced, head resting against your forearms as another choked sob escaped from you.

“Shit,” Tom whispered, running a hand through his curls, messing them up entirely. “I’m such an idiot.” He wiped his face, the realization finally set in.

“This book,” He stammered. “It’s not about your past experiences… This is about what you want to try.” He concluded. Tom watched as you nodded your head slowly, your eyes were swollen from the number of tears you had already produced.

“Baby,” He called out softly. He settled himself on his knees and grabbed your shoulders lightly. “I am so sorry.” He apologized, his voice being the next to crack. Your breaths were shaky, your eyes rubbed by the sleeve of your hoodie.

“I should’ve told you.” You stated. “But I didn’t want you to think differently of me.” You whispered under your breath seconds later.

Tom shook his head. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his chest. It was the first time he had ever seen you hurt and it only pained him more knowing that he was the sole cause of the torment.

“And this is why we’re instilling a safe word,” Tom muttered as you wrapped your arms around his neck. Your body was still thrown into immense shock from the trauma you experienced, but you felt safe when you were in the arms of Tommy and not that guy you faced ten minutes ago.

You nodded your head, easily agreeing to the idea of a safe word.

“I feel awful now.” Tom breathed out against your neck, running his hands through your hair.

“You didn’t know and it was my fault.”

Tom instantly pulled back and gazed into your glistening eyes, immediately shaking his head. “No, even under normal circumstances, I should have never done that to you…”

You sighed, staring at him.

Tom pulled his phone out of his pocket and quickly began typing. You sat there in silence until you felt your phone vibrate. You retrieved yours from the pouch of your hoodie and saw that it was Tom sending out a mass email to his students.

Good evening, everyone. I’m so sorry I’m sending this right as we’re fifteen minutes away from class starting, but I had an emergency come up. Again, I apologize for the inconvenience this has caused. We’ll plan to meet on Wednesday. Make sure to bring your Shakespeare Today assignments, as they're due.

You looked up at him, your eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

Tom pressed his lips against your forehead.

“I can’t teach after this,” He inhaled sharply. “Not after the pain I just caused you. Can I please take you out for coffee?”

Your eyes widened.

He really just canceled class because of you.

You nodded your head.

And from that day moment in his office going forward, the switch in Tom’s brain had suddenly flipped.

He was not about to carry this journey onward without treating you properly.

The proposition he had for you? Was certainly a dream come true.

Tom was going to take your virginity the right way.

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