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marvelouspeterparker · 6 years ago

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one simple rule

pairing: dom!tom holland x reader

summary: tom likes being in charge, you like being under his control. what happens when you break his one rule?

word count: over 8k

warnings: this has so much smut.

notes: i have not written a whole ass fic in a while so bare with me and i hope you enjoy,, this was also very much inspired by this blurb by @raspberryparker and i just dragged it out sfdghjk

You and Tom had a very simple relationship, you were boyfriend and girlfriend, but––most of the time, he told you what to do, and you did it… Especially when it came to the bedroom. You both liked it that way, it was clear that it was something that you both wanted. Even without the bold labels, in your relationship Tom was rather dominant and you were rather submissive, to him specifically. He only had one simple rule, when it came to dom and sub play, if he told you to do something, you had to obey, because “that’s what good girls do, darling”.

He loved being in control, he thrived off of it and he basked in the glory of being in charge and watching you follow every one of his commands. He liked to tease you all the time, he was entitled to it, he especially loved doing so when you were out in public––because that’s when you’re your most vulnerable self, aware of all the eyes of around you.

And that’s exactly what he was doing now, at dinner with his parents right there on the other end of the table.

“What about you, Y/N dear?” his mother asked, her caring eyes glancing over your features as she waited for your response.

Of course you’d love to answer her, and you would––if only Tom hadn’t had his fingers thrusting inside you for the past several minutes, then you would have been conscious enough to be listening when the topic was first introduced. But of course, since that wasn’t the case––you have no idea what she’s talking about.

“Uh—um,” you stammered, your eyes darting from hers to any where else in the restaurant.

Tom took pity on you and removed his hand from under your dress, however you made the mistake of turning your attention to him just as he stuck his two fingers inside his mouth, sucking your taste off of them,

“Well I agree, mother. It’s delicious, don’t you think?” he asked, a smirk on his face as he watched your eyes widen as they focused on the movement of his lips, as yours fell open ever so slightly.

“Yeah-yeah it’s great,” you responded blinking repeatedly as you tried to regain your composure.

“Well that’s good.” She smiled at you and turned to Dominic to continue their conversation about work, or whatever it is that they were discussing.

Tom leaned closer to you as his parents were distracted, “Good girl,” he whispered into your ear, “That was a close one, wasn’t it––“.

You clenched your thighs subconsciously, trying to relieve the feeling between your legs but Tom’s hand was quick to squeeze between them, his fingers immediately resting on your clit. Just a tap to the bundle of nerves had you jolting slightly in your seat.

“Shh, darling. I’ve got you. I’ve always got you, don’t I?” he asked, bringing a hand under your chin to have you face him.

Your brows furrowed as he increased the pressure on your clit and your mouth dropped open as you looked into his eyes––his stare intense as he looked right at you, completely entranced.

He leaned forward and bit your lip before looking back into your eyes, his voice dropping back down to a whisper, “Close that pretty little mouth of yours, you’re making me think of fucking your mouth right here in front of all these people.”

Your eyes widened, and it takes you a bit to register his words, but a sharp pinch to your clit brings you back to reality as you bite your lip and close your mouth immediately.

Tom breathes out sharply as he watches you. A million thoughts running through his mind, all of them being ways he wants to fuck you––to ruin you.

You both turn your attention back to Tom’s parents and engage in conversation again, well, he does and you try your best listen as carefully as you can.

You think that it’s going well, or better than you thought it would have, but each time a question is directed towards you, Tom’s fingers quicken their pace, thrusting in and out of you faster and harder and you find it remarkable that you haven’t screamed out loud yet.

It becomes more and more difficult for you to keep your eyes steadily open, but luckily the conversation has died down a bit between the four of you, the two pairs deciding to go off in private conversations again.

You lean your head on Tom’s shoulder as you feel the pressure starting to build up gradually. Your breaths are heavier and your lip is caught between your teeth as you try your best to keep any squeaks or moans from spilling out.

You prepare yourself as you reach your high and Tom is thrusting faster than ever, his thumb rubbing furiously at clit and you can feel the sounds around you start to drown out. Your eyes are about to flutter closed when you hear the waiter approaching the table––and Tom retracts his hand from you immediately with no warning. The feeling of pure bliss washing away from you, like a wave dying down in the sand of the beach––The noise all around you quickly crashes back into your system all at once, your eyes wide open.

It’s so abrupt that you lurk forward a bit, and your mouth hangs open in shock. You turn to him and see his gaze darken at the sight of your lips spread open but you can’t be bothered to close them. You look at him in disbelief as the waiter takes all the plates off of the table, preparing for the last course.

“What?” he mouths innocently before smirking at you, again licking your wetness off of his fingers.

“Y/N, are you alright dear?” Niki asked, concerned as she looked you over, “You look a little flushed.”

You forced a smile, as Tom held back a laugh, “Yes, I’m just gonna go freshen up.”

You stand up and excuse yourself from the table, before marching off to the bathroom, your sexual frustration being the only thing on your mind.

You hear a knock at the door not even two minutes after you closed it and open it to see Tom standing there, leaning against the doorframe, a grin on his face.

“What’s wrong, love? You look a little flushed,” he teased, repeating his mother’s words as he looked you up and down.

“Oh fuck off, Tom,” you rolled your eyes, the frustration getting the best of you.

His voice dropped to a soft whisper, yet dark as ever, “Well that’s not the proper way to talk to someone who can give you what you want, now is it?”

When you didn’t respond, he took a step towards you and captured your lips in a kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth as you tilted your head up and moved impossibly closer to him, not even caring that you hadn’t stepped into the privacy of the bathroom yet––the hall was dark and no one was walking by any time soon.

Just as your hand came up to pull at his curls, Tom stepped away from you again and you groaned in annoyance, “Seriously, Tom?”

He just smiled, “You gotta use your words, princess, you know that. Now tell me, what do you want?”

You looked up at him defiantly, “To cum. But you already know that, so I don’t get why you’re asking.” You don’t know where this confidence was coming from, but you couldn’t stop yourself, and to be honest it felt a little thrilling.

He raised a brow and crossed his arms, “Excuse me?”

You crossed your arms back at him, “I think you heard me.”

“I’m giving you one chance to apologize. Right now.” He asserted, his voice firm, his jaw clenched. He wasn’t used to you defying him, and he didn’t like it one bit.

You were shocked by your sudden burst of confidence but there was no stopping now. Nothing could have prepared either of you for the next words to come out of your mouth. “I have nothing to apologize for.”

His mouth fell open as his brows furrowed. “You can forget about cumming tonight, princess. We’re going back to the table. Now.” He began to walk away, expecting you to follow, but clearly he didn’t grasp the feeling of this whole situation.

“Actually I am cumming tonight.” You said as a matter of factly.

The way that Tom turned around and looked at you almost had you on your knees begging for forgiveness but you snapped out of it and managed to stand your ground. You could tell that he was fuming and it was taking everything in him not to fuck the attitude out of you against the wall right now.

“I don’t think you heard me.” He forced out a dark laugh, “I said no.”

“Well, I don’t need you to get off.”

Tom couldn’t grasp what you were saying, the anger and confusion were messing with his head. And it didn’t help that despite his emotions, your change in attitude turned him on. You couldn’t actually be serious? You weren’t thinking of doing what he thought you were, right? You wouldn’t dare––

And just as he thought, you closed the door in his face.

He immediately went to turn to the knob, before realizing that it was locked. He knocked on the door furiously,

“Y/N.”

Your eyes widened as you stared at the dark wooden door in front of you. He never called you by your first name, only sweet little nicknames that had you swooning every time. This was bad, he never got this upset.

You stepped forward and put a hand on the doorknob, ready to twist it but you stopped before you got the chance to. On second thought, you had already made it this far––why stop now?

“Y/N if you don’t open this door right now you’ll be in even more trouble than you already are.”

You took a deep breath, calming your nerves. “Maybe I’m okay with that,” you responded.

Tom’s fist was in the air, ready to come down against the door again when he heard a moan come from the other side of it. He couldn’t help it––his pants tightened, he wanted nothing more than to be on the other side of that door, fucking you against it, a hand over your mouth, muffling your cries of his name. He clenched his fist and banged it against the door,

“Goddamn it, Y/N!”

He could hear your pants and moans behind the door, all of his favorite sounds—and decided he’d had enough. He went back to the table, telling his parents that you were fine and just had to freshen up a bit more, the lie flowing smoothly past his practically clenched teeth.

Soon after, you strolled happily back to your seat. Tom’s gaze was impenetrable as he watched you with a cold, piercing stare, the veins ever so prominent in his clenched fists as he tried his best to contain his emotions.

“Oh, you look so much fresher, darling,” Niki said, noticing your more pleasant mood.

“I feel much better.” You smiled at her, although you and Tom both know it was directed towards him.

You turned to see Tom’s clenched jaw as he watched you, practically glowing from your post-orgasmic haze.

“Aw baby,” you whispered, a teasing pout on your face as you grabbed one of his hands and brought it to your lips, leaving a soft kiss on his knuckles. “Why so serious?”

His lips were in a set line as he stared you down, the tension seeping from him.

Before he could respond, not that you think he would anyway—the waiter returned to the table with four desserts, setting them down in front of each of you.

As soon as it was placed down, you eagerly dived into the sweet in front of you, savoring the taste. You moaned contently at the flavor, your eyes shutting closed for just a moment. You turned to Tom, “This is really good.” You pointed with your spoon, “Do you want some, babe?”

“Sure.” The first word he had said to you since you sat down. He brought his arm around your seat to rest his hand between your shoulder blades, and you couldn’t help it. You flinched slightly—not out of fear, just slight nervous anxiety, but Tom said nothing of it.

You gathered some of the dessert on your spoon and brought it up to his lips. He opened his mouth and let you push the spoon past his parted lips. He stared right into your eyes as he tasted the dessert, licking his lips as you tried not to squirm too visibly in your seat.

“Delicious.” He whispered, his stare cold as ever as he turned his attention back to his own plate, retracting his hand from behind you.

You sat back in your seat and decided to carry out a conversation with Niki, thinking it best to distract yourself for a while. You kept sneaking glances at your brooding boyfriend but he payed you no mind, carrying out his conversation with his father.

When dinner was over, you contemplated offering to pay but you decided it was best not to push Tom too far for one night.

The four of you walked out of the restaurant and waited for the valet to bring the cars up—Niki and Dominic’s coming up first.

“Do call sometime soon, Y/N! We love hearing from you!” Niki said as she hugged you tightly.

You couldn’t help but grin as you hugged her back, “Will do, I promise.”

You turned and hugged Dominic as Tom hugged his mother, before helping her get into the car.

“See you soon, Mum.” Tom said as he shut the car door and stepped back by you on the sidewalk.

He brought his hand to your waist and gripped firmly, forcing a shocked gasp from you as you both waved to his parents as they drove off.

Your car came next and Tom opened your door and helped you climb in before going over to the driver’s side.

You put on your seatbelt slowly as you watched him carefully, curious as to what he was thinking—what he would do.

He drove in silence, both hands gripping the wheel, his veins practically popping out of them as he squeezed the leather in a tight grip. It was strange, not having his right hand gripping yours or your thigh as he always did, his fingers tapping along to the beat of the music playing on the radio onto your skin. This time, there was none of that, not even music. Just a deafening silence.

“Tom…” You whispered, not even knowing what to follow up with.

“Y/N.” He responded, not even sparing a glance in your direction.

Your brows furrowed, a slight pout finding it’s way onto your lips, “How long are you gonna keep calling me that?” You asked, missing his nicknames.

He raised a brow yet again, still not looking in your direction––despite being at a red light, “It’s your name, isn’t it?”

The light turned green and the car lurched forward––the only noise to be heard was that of the wheels turning against the pebbles and cracks in the dark road.

You swallowed nervously and turned to face your window, pretending to be deeply interested in the trees and the lampposts outside.

You must have fallen asleep at some point in the car, because you woke up in yours and Tom’s bed, in one of his shirts—your makeup wiped off of your face. Was he still mad?

Just as the thought popped up in your mind, the door opened and Tom walked through, still in his evening clothes.

Without saying a word, he took his shirt, his belt, pants and shoes off, before putting on a pair of sweats. You watched him silently, as you sat up in the bed, the covers held up to your chin.

Would he go to bed without saying goodnight, without a goodnight kiss?

He stepped into the bathroom and closed the door. You could see the light through the crack of the door, illuminating the wooden floor in front of your bed.

You lied back down in the bed, turning on your side so that your back was facing the bathroom. You heard the water switch off in the bathroom just before the door opened. Tom switched off the light and you closed your eyes, hearing his footsteps as he approached the bed.

You felt a dip in the mattress as he settled himself beside you, hearing the shuffle in the sheets as he lied down. You felt a pair of lips press down lightly on your forehead,

“Goodnight.” He whispered.

You let out a shaky breath, as he wrapped his arm around you and settled into your backside.

“Goodnight, Tom.”

It had been several days and Tom hasn’t addressed the other night. It’s safe to say you were more than a little uneasy. He was acting completely normal, there was no tension––it’s almost as if it all vanished, but you know that he couldn’t possibly have forgotten. He wouldn’t just let you off the hook like that.

You had just finished watching a movie together in the living room and were cleaning up the bowls of popcorn and drinks that were left scattered around, turning to head towards the kitchen when you bumped into Tom, standing right behind you. You jumped a little, not even hearing when he had approached,

“Oh—sorry,” you laughed, trying to get past him.

He put a hand on your waist to stop you, “Let me,” he said motioning to the things in your hands.

You paused and looked up at him before handing the dishes over, “Thank you,” you said softly as you watched his retreating figure.

You turned off the tv and fixed the pillows before following Tom into the kitchen, to check if he needed help with anything. You found him standing in front of the sink, switching off the tap before drying his hands. You came up from behind and wrapped your arms around him, your cheek resting on the soft cotton of his shirt. He caressed your arms before gently pulling them off of him, turning to face you.

He stared into your eyes for a moment, his eyes clouded––you could never tell what he was thinking, and he liked it that way. He leaned down, putting a hand under your chin, lifting your head to meet his halfway. His lips molded with yours softly, deeply as he pulled you into him, his other hand resting on your lower back, pulling you closer.

You moaned into the kiss, your arms coming up to wrap around his neck as you both breathed deeply into the kiss, letting the flow and passion consume the both of you. His other hand slipped down from your face to squeeze your breast before sliding around you, down to your ass where he gave a firm squeeze. You squeaked slightly before giggling and breaking the kiss to look up at him.

His gaze was still dark as ever, but there was something more to it––a hunger in his eyes as they scanned over you. Your mouth opened slightly as your breaths were heavy and you noticed Tom’s eyes drop down to it. He slowly brought a hand up, carefully pushing his index finger past your parted lips. You closed your mouth around him and sucked gently, the two of you having yet to break your eye contact. He slid his finger out of your mouth and this time brought his middle finger as well into the warmth of your mouth––your tongue sucking him as if it were his cock.

His mouth was slightly ajar as he watched in awe at how perfectly your lips shaped around him, imagining that you were on your knees instead, “That’s a good girl,” he whispered.

His praise sent shivers down to your heat, and your eyes fluttered closed. Just as you felt yourself slipping away, further into your head, he pulled his fingers out from the wetness of your mouth and you found yourself opening your eyes, unable to stop the pout from forming on your face as you looked him in the eyes.

You felt his thumb gently rub over your plump bottom lip before his hand slipped down to lightly grasp your neck. He leaned over to whisper in your ear,

“Go upstairs and be ready for me when I get there.”

You let out a deep breath, “Okay.”

He spun you around by your waist and guided you to the stairs, “I’ll be right with you.”

You practically ran up the stairs, the adrenaline still coursing through your veins as you sprung into your bedroom. Tom had been acting normal, sure, but he hadn’t touched you since before the little incident, so as soon as he put his hands on you, all thoughts and concerns went out the window. You were just eager for him to be inside of you again.

Tom took his time to meet you, adding to the suspense, making you yearn for him even more. When he joined you, you noticed that he had taken his shirt off, but had left his sweats on––however his bulge was so clear that you could trace it––he had taken off his underwear but put his pants back on, such a tease.

He was pleased to see you completely naked on the bed, sitting on your knees––exactly how he had trained you to be. So she’s decided to obey today, he thought. He knew that you were somewhat scared, worried of how he would punish you for what you did. But he couldn’t carry it out immediately, no––that was expected, he wanted to completely throw you off––he wanted a real punishment.

As he walked in, your eyes followed his every move, your eagerness radiating off of you. He approached the dresser without saying a word to you, pulling out one of your favorite silk ties––you always loved how the dark color looked with his suits. He came over to you and rested his hand on your cheek, his thumb rubbing soft, small circles on the soft skin as you sighed and nuzzled further into his embrace. You looked so innocent––so soft. He couldn’t wait to break you.

He pressed a firm kiss to your lips and tied the silk fabric around your head, masking your eyes from his every move.

He pushed you back on the mattress, and you felt his lips trail kisses up your stomach as he settled between your legs, his hands coming up to squeeze your breasts. Your back arched, your body already reacting to his touch that you longed for for so long. He left wet kisses up to your breasts, his mouth replacing one of his hands as his tongue circled around the hardened bud, his lips coming around to suck harshly.

He pulled away from you and stripped of his sweats, before positioning himself at your entrance. He slid in easily and began thrusting at the pace he knew would bring you to the edge. And soon enough, you were there.

“T-Tom,” you let out a broken moan of his name, not able to form a proper sentence, but he caught on––he knew you inside and out.

“Yeah baby? You close?” He asked, pounding into you harder and faster––the sound of your skin slapping together echoing between the four walls that surrounded you.

You whimpered in response, “Mhm,” your eyes shutting closed behind the blindfold as your hands came up grasp Tom’s biceps.

Just as you felt yourself about to slip away, he pulled out of you. You let out a pained moan at the loss of contact and before you could say anything you felt Tom’s cum drip down on your stomach and breasts.

He didn’t.

Tom pulled the tie off to find a look of annoyance in your eyes as you looked up at him, hovering over you on the bed.

“What the fuck, Tom?”

“What’s the matter?” he grinned mischievously, “You can get yourself off, can’t you?”

Your jaw dropped, he couldn’t be serious…

He looked at you with a brow raised, “You did it perfectly well a couple days ago” He said, recalling the stunt you pulled. “I’m perfectly sure you can do it just as well, now.”

And with that he left you there, a breathless, panting, sweaty mess in the middle of your bed, all alone.

You tried focusing on your clit, your breasts, fingering yourself––all you could think of, but nothing worked. You couldn’t please yourself as good as Tom, and for some reason you felt guilty this time. You didn’t want to upset Tom again, you needed him.

Letting out an exasperated groan, you put on one of Tom’s shirts, and washed your face before going downstairs.

“So how was it?” He asked, looking up at you from the couch with a smirk.

You rolled your eyes and grumbled, walking past him to the kitchen.

He chuckled at your response, getting up to follow you. He stepped behind you as you grabbed a glass of water, putting both hands on your waist, “What?” he asked, you could hear the smile in his voice, “Wasn’t that good?”

You sipped your water in an attempt to cool down before you turned to face him and the moment your eyes met, his grin stretched out even wider on his face, a small laugh escaping him, “You couldn’t get there, could you?” He could read you like a book.

Clenching your jaw, you looked away, not even trying to move away as you knew he would just tighten his hold on you.

You felt him move, but you didn’t look. You felt his warm breath tickle the side of your face as he leaned in to whisper in your ear, “Poor little thing…”

His finger trailed down the side of your neck, leaving tingles and goosebumps on the soft skin, “I could tell you really needed it too…” He nipped your earlobe and laughed at how much his words affected you.

He squeezed your waist before walking back to his seat, his signature smirk on his lips.

It had been a whole week and Tom still hadn’t touched you after leaving you high and dry. You thought that he would have given it up after that, but no. No matter what you did, he just told you that “you could take care of yourself, darling. I know you can.” But you couldn’t. You tried so many times but you needed him––you were falling deeper into your headspace and you needed him to let you, to help you.

So you devised a plan––since he wanted to play dirty, you’d play dirty too.

“Tom could you help me with this?”

“Yeah sure––“ His words cut off as he stepped foot into the kitchen and took in the sight of you, struggling to reach a glass in the cupboard, in nothing but a lacy set of lingerie.

You smiled to yourself, easily picturing his reaction.

“What exactly do you think you’re doing?” he spit out, not moving from his spot.

You laughed, playing innocent, “Right now?” You looked back at him and he clenched his jaw as he stared you down, trying to calm himself. “Trying to get that glass,” you pointed up, “and failing.” You smiled, “Think you can help?”

A smirk found it’s way to his lips, making your smile falter slightly, but you quickly composed yourself as he made his way towards you.

He easily grabbed the glass before filling it with water and handing it to you, his eyes locking with yours as your fingertips brushed his hand, “There you go.”

He walked off without another word and you leaned back on the counter, sipping your water, pouted. Huh, really thought that would have worked. You had expected him to at least do something, but no. You huffed before pushing off the counter and walking out of the kitchen, the slight sting of the cold marble under your bare feet bringing you back from your thoughts.

Just as you stepped out of the kitchen, you saw Tom putting his sneakers on by the door, your brows furrowed right as he noticed you.

“Off to the gym,” he said, standing up to grab his jacket from the coat rack. His eyes scanned your figure from top to bottom, and you bit your lip––knowing it would excite him even more, it wasn’t hard to realize that he was leaving just to relieve some tension, and the tent in his shorts was more than obvious.

You walked towards him before he could say anything and gently grabbed his face with both hands, leaning up to capture his lips in a passionate kiss. His hands immediately went to grab your ass, squeezing so hard that you could feel your lips spread open slightly, your wetness spreading easily to the fabric of your underwear. You bit his lip, and once that expected groan fell past his lips, your tongue entered his mouth, exploring as his tongue toyed with yours.

You pulled away and removed a hand from his cheek, leaving a kiss where it once laid, and trailed your lips along his jawline until you reached his ear. You licked along it as your hand slipped down and grabbed his member, squeezing him through the fabric of his shorts. He shivered as you whispered in his ear, “I’ll be right here, waiting for you.” You bit his earlobe and his head fell back slightly, his eyes shutting as he groaned yet again.

“Fuck.”

You swerved out of his grasp and walked to your room without turning back once, but you knew that his eyes were trained on ass, and you smiled to yourself as you walked up the stairs.

A little over an hour after Tom had left, you got a notification that a package had been delivered to your door. You honestly forgotten that you had bought anything with everything that had been going on with Tom. You put on one of his shirts and a pair of shorts before running down the stairs to the front door to retrieve your package.

Once you stepped foot into your room again, you closed the door and opened the box––admiring the colors and intricate designs on all of the matching sets of nightwear you had bought on sale. There were so many you couldn’t even remember how many you bought, but it didn’t matter, you knew Tom would absolutely love them, they couldn’t have come at a better time, you thought.

Smirking to yourself, you stripped of your clothes and put on the first pair you saw, this was going to be fun.

The first picture delivered as he was about to lift weights. He felt the buzz of the notification in his pocket, and set the weights down to pull out his phone. He unlocked it and opened it to find a very revealing picture of you, in a matching white lace set of lingerie, the camera angled so that he could see the perfect curve of your ass and the side of your breast, covered in the pretty fabric.

“Jesus––“ He looked around him, making sure that no one else was snooping behind him, getting a glimpse of what’s his and his only. He licked his lips as he stared at the picture, captivated by the sculpture of your body––he always told you that it was as if you were crafted by the gods, plural, cause you were so mesmerizing that it took several to perfect you.

He saw the speech bubble appear under the photo, the three dots mocking him as you typed slowly, dragging it out as much as you could.

Y/N: Some new things arrived while you were gone :)

y/n: I love the white. It’s almost angelic, don’t you think?

Before he could type a response, another picture sent.

This one was more sultry, taken from above you, your cleavage displayed generously as you squeezed your breasts together with both arms, one finger between your teeth. Not only did you change positions, but you changed “clothing” too. This one was red, his favorite color on you.

He gripped the phone tighter as he felt his member harden more, yet again.

Y/N: I like this one better, though.

Y/N: Don’t you?

He swallowed thickly before typing out a response.

Tom: You know I do.

He noticed the read notification under his text and waited a couple minutes for a reply, when nothing came he let out a shaky breath and ran his hand over his face and ruffled his hair, squeezing his eyes shut to calm himself. He finished the arms part of his workout in half an hour and went to the treadmill.

He had ran for 10 minutes when he received another notification, thinking you were done with your teasing, he opened it immediately––he was wrong. He almost fell off the treadmill as he opened your message, hitting the pause button on the machine to ensure he didn’t hurt himself.

Your skin was bare in this one, your breasts exposed, nipples hardened––you had been touching them, he could tell, and his cock throbbed as he thought about it. Your legs were spread open, but your hand was shielding what he really wanted to see.

Tom: You’re not playing fair, love.

You smiled at your phone as you sent the last message.

Y/N: But this is so much fun :)

Tom felt his heart skip a beat when he saw the video pop up in the chat. Again, he checked his surroundings, thankful that the gym was rather empty. He bit his lip, eyes eagerly trained on his phone as he pressed play.

The camera was hovering above you, your tits on display as you bit your lip and stared right back at Tom through the screen, your eyes fluttering shut as you moaned softly, “I want you so bad, Tommy.”

He groaned at the nickname, subtly grabbing his member to relieve himself just a bit until he got home.

You pouted at the camera, “But you haven’t been very nice to me.” Your mouth falls open a bit, your back arching, bringing your breasts closer to the screen.

Tom could see your arm moving ever so slightly past the camera, angled so that he couldn’t see what he was dying to.

You brought your hand up, showing your two fingers to him, “And I’m so wet, baby.”

He could see the wetness on your fingers and held back a moan as you put the two fingers into your mouth, tasting yourself.

“I just need you.”

Though he thought he was done for, just before he exited the video, you spoke up again––the two words completely breaking him,

“Please, daddy.”

He stepped off the treadmill, grabbed his things from the locker room and practically ran to his car, driving as fast as he could, at the speed limit, to get to you.

You heard the front door slam closed not even twenty minutes after you had sent the video.

Tom ran up the stairs, skipping steps as he made his way to the bedroom. He opened the door to find you sitting there, a mischievous smile on your face as you looked up at him , another pair of lingerie on you, this one black.

“Didn’t show me that one,” he said, as he walked towards the edge of the bed, a glint in his eyes.

“There are a lot of things I didn’t show you,” you smiled as you peeled off your underwear and spread your legs.

His eyes focused in on your center and he growled, “Fuck—“

You sat up, your back leaning against the headboard, your hands on both your knees.

He took his shirt off and threw it to the floor, removing his shorts and his boxers, his shoes already put away at the front door.

You took a moment to take in his appearance, his curls were wild, from his hand running through it, his eyes dark, his cheeks pink, almost as pink as the tip of his cock, already leaking precum just from your messages. You couldn’t help but smirk at that. He looked so painfully hard––it was probably really distracting. Good, you thought.

“I see you’re enjoying this,” he said pointedly, bringing you out of your thoughts.

You nodded as you eyes trailed up his figure, just to go back down to settle on his cock, the hunger in your eyes, clear as day.

He crawled onto the bed, coming up to kiss your lips aggressively, “You’ve had me,” he said between kisses, “incredibly hard ever since that stunt you pulled in the kitchen today.”

Your hips buckled up at his words, your core getting wetter by the second, “Oh really?” you bit his lip.

“Mhm,” he moaned, moving his lips to your neck as he grabbed both of your thighs, pulling you down under him. “Had to go take care of myself in the bathroom before I left.”

You let out a breathy moan as he sucked and bit at that special spot on your neck, your hands coming up to rest in his hair, your legs wrapping around his waist.

“I came so fucking hard for you,” he growled into your neck and you let out a pained moan, just at the thought of him coming inside you.

You tried to push him away by his shoulders and he looked up at you confused.

“I wanna taste you,” you said.

He shook his head, “Today’s about you, love.” He moved down and positioned himself between your legs, leaving wet kisses on your thighs.

Your head dropped back on the pillow as your eyes fluttered shut.

“Haven’t touched you in so long…” He trailed off. “Was so difficult not touching you, tasting you,” he said as he left an open mouthed kiss on your heat, licking up and down your slit. He slid a finger into you, twisting it around trying to find the best angle.

“Then––why did you?” you asked breathlessly, your eyes still shut.

He kissed your clit before sitting up, his hands wandering from your thighs to your hips. You opened your eyes, your gaze falling on his dark one.

He stroked his cock with one hand, the other still gripping your hip as he licked his lips, watching your body beneath him as he hovered over you. “Cause you broke my one rule, darling.” You swallowed visibly and he smirked down at you, leaning down to kiss you, “I had to punish you for that.”

Your eyes fluttered shut yet again as he captured your lips again, the kiss becoming heated quickly. Without warning, he slid his cock into your entrance, bottoming out easily. Your hands immediately grabbed his biceps as he stayed there, letting you feel him. “Oh fuck, Tom.”

He leaned his forehead on yours, his eyes closed as he took a deep breath to calm himself.

“You’re so wet love, squeezing me like a fist––Christ.” He tightened his grip on your waist, his other hand holding him up near your head as he began to thrust slowly into you.

You missed his touch so much, it was almost surreal feeling him inside of you again, filling you up perfectly. Your fingers dug into his muscles as you felt yourself nearing your high. “T—Tommy,” you warned him, half scared that he wasn’t going to let you cum.

Your eyes were wide, innocent as you looked up at him––silently asking for permission like a good girl.

He almost gave in, right there––he rested his hand on your cheek and you nuzzled further into his touch.

You felt the pressure building up in your body, your back arching as you tried your best to hold back when he pulled out. Your eyes widened even more, your mouth falling open in despair. He breathed in deeply as he stroked his cock, sitting up on his knees on the bed. Your eyes were trained on his hand, his slow movements. “I’m going to let you cum, love.”

Your ears perked up at that, and Tom’s heart swelled at your reaction, you looked like a soft little puppy. He was going to wear you out so bad.

He got off the bed and you tilted your head as you watched him, curious as to what he was planning. But once he reached the drawer, you had some clue as to what he was getting.

He came back to you with four pieces of silk rope, for your arms and legs and your vibrator. Your legs subconsciously shut at the sight of them.

Tom chuckled at the sight of you, “Won’t be able to do that for some time,” he said, his chin pointing to your legs as he grinned.

As he spread your legs, tying the rope around your ankles to opposite ends of the bed, you asked him shyly, “Why are you doing this?”

He moved to tie your wrists as he answered you, “You didn’t really think I would let you off the hook for those naughty little messages, did you?”

Your stomach dropped. You should have known this would be the outcome but you were too focused on riling him up, just enough for him to break and give you what you longed for.

He sat on the bed between your legs and rubbed your clit gently, enthralled by the way your pussy clenched around nothing––aching to be filled. This was painful for him too, and you could see by the way his jaw clenched as he watched you. You looked down to see his cock throbbing, the tip, a bright pink.

He brought his hand away from your heat and turned vibrator on to the lowest setting––the buzzing already making your legs want to close. He looked at you intently, putting a hand on your thigh to calm you down as he positioned the vibrator to rest on your pulsing bundle of nerves.

Your back arched and you hissed slightly at the sensation. Tom put a hand on your lower stomach, pressing you back down on the mattress, but the pressure just added to your pleasure and made you cry out.

His eyes flickered up to your face, watching how it contorted in bliss.

He got up from the bed and went back to the drawer, getting the final piece. You had barely noticed that he had gotten up, too wrapped up in the feeling of the vibrations pulsating on your clit.

You gasped softly as you felt Tom’s hands lift your head to wrap the fabric around it, shielding your eyes from his every move. He leaned down to kiss you, biting your lip as he pulled away, watching as your neck strained to capture his lips again. He grabbed your neck with one hand, applying just enough pressure for you to feel a little light headed, adding to feeling of euphoria.

You felt his lips graze your ear, his hand still gripping your throat, “You said you wanted to cum, didn’t you, darling?”

You moaned, unable to respond due to the immense pleasure and the pressure on your neck.

“Then you’re going to cum as many times as you can until I take this,” he let of your neck and pressed the vibrator further down and your back arched up immediately, “away from your pretty little pussy. So cum for me.”

As soon as those words left his mouth, a broken cry escaped from the back of your throat, finally feeling the sense of release you’d been waiting for for the longest time. He set the vibe back down, releasing the pressure on your poor clit as you settled down from your high. However with the soft buzz still on it, you could feel your next high nearing quickly.

Without saying anything, he took a seat in front of the bed, watching you silently as he stroked his cock, not too fast, but fast enough to keep him on edge for when he finally fucks you the way you deserve to be fucked.

He had missed fucking you until there were tears in your eyes, he missed the way you body would arch into his, begging for more even when it became too much. He adored the sounds you would make as he pounded into you harder and faster, the way your grip would tighten on wherever you were holding him, the way your legs would wrap around him as you felt that bubble about to burst.

You were nearing your fourth orgasm of the night when Tom stood up from his chair, pushing the blindfold over your head. Your vision was blurry and the sudden intake of light shocked you. Tom removed the vibrator from your center, immediately bringing his mouth to finish the job. You gasped loudly and your hips bucked up into his face, chasing your high. He held your thighs as far apart as the restraints would let him as he lapped up your wetness, spreading it all around your clit before sucking harshly.

Your hands were straining against the restraints, aching to hold onto Tom, to pull his hair as you came and the sight of you made him growl into your heat, pushing you over the edge for the fourth time in a row.

“Oh my god—“ you sighed as you settled down. You were so sensitive, as Tom left soft kisses on your clit, your body was jolting slightly, hips bucking towards and away from his mouth—your body not sure what it wanted, he always loved when that happened.

Tom chuckled, as he gave one last kiss to your clit, his hands rubbing up and down your thighs soothingly, enjoying how they still shivered from his touch. He trailed kisses from your thigh to your stomach, up to your breasts, his tongue circled around your nipple while his hand pinched and tugged at the other, your back arching into his touch. He hovered over you so that your lips were barely grazing each other, breaths heavy as you looked at each other adoringly.

“You’re gonna give me one more, love. Think you can do that for me?” He asked rhetorically, untying your wrists from the bedposts.

As soon as your hands were free, you reached down and grabbed his cock, pumping it in your fist, sliding his precum from the tip to the base. He hissed, his hips immediately bucking into your touch as he looked down to where you were holding him.

He closed his eyes in an attempt to cool himself down, “If you don’t stop I’m going to fuck you with your legs tied.” He didn’t want you to stop––far from it, but he knew that you wanted nothing more than to feel him––feel all of him as you finally came on his cock, with your fingers gripping him, your legs wrapped around him—keeping him close.

He released your ankles from the ropes, leaving sweet kisses where they left marks.

You smiled and sat up, grabbing his face and bringing it up to yours to kiss him. He pushed you back on the bed, lips still attached to yours, his fingers smoothly finding their place between your thighs, making you whine into the kiss.

He slid his cock through your folds before finally sliding it into your entrance, your walls wrapping around him snugly, your body giving in to him perfectly.

Your whole body was still sensitive from your previous orgasms, with every slight touch and breath you felt yourself approaching your fifth high of the night, your senses were on overdrive––you felt yourself slipping away but you wanted Tom to come with you, thinking about how desperate he must be for his release after choosing to wait for you.

You did your best to clench your walls around him and he moaned out loud, falling forward as he picked up the pace, slamming into you, the feeling making you whimper loudly as your fingers left their marks in his skin, your eyes fluttering shut.

“Fuck, that’s it darling, that’s it.”

He growled as his hand found it’s way to your neck once again, the pressure tipping you over the edge as he released inside you.

He stayed still for a bit, allowing you to catch your breath as he did the same, before flipping the two of you over, letting you rest on top of him. His hands wandered, squeezing your ass, leaving a resounding smack to one of your cheeks, the sound of the impact reverberating through the lust filled room. You yelped, nuzzling further into his touch, your head resting on his chest as you left a sweet kiss on his neck.

After a few minutes of resting, you tried to get off of him but his arms went around your waist, pinning you down, pressing your breasts against his chest––the friction on your nipples causing you to whine quietly.

He laughed, holding onto you tighter, his cock still throbbing inside of you, “I’m not letting you go for a while, love.”

You laughed as he smiled up at you.

“Know you’ve missed feeling me inside you.” He thrusted up into you, causing your mouth to fall open in shock, a surprised moan escaping you as he just smirked, “I missed it too.”

You rested your head back on his chest, and you felt his hands trace patterns along your back as he sighed contently.

“So you know not to break my rule anymore, right darling?”

You bit your lip before answering, “I don’t know…It was kind of fun.” You giggled but it was soon replaced by a whimper as Tom’s hand came down harshly on your ass again.

“Watch it. If there’s a next time, I won’t be so nice and the punishment will last way longer than a week.”

Despite the shiver that ran through your body from his words, you smiled, the build up was intense and in the end, the feeling of him finally fucking you felt amazing–––

Oh there would definitely be a next time.

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