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[Last updated: 10/01/2023

HoneyMoon Hell ♤♡

Sensory processing disorder reader! x Tom Holland

Summary: Morning wake up call gone wrong

Warnings: smut, sensory meltdown, aftercare, Tom being a perfect hubby

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Big Girl Thoughts ♤*

mommy!wanda maximoff x reader

Summary: Wanda just can't get enough of her baby

Warnings: Overstimulation, smut, mommy kink, Wanda being condesending, degrading

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How Would They Know? ♤♡

mommy!natasha romanoff x reader

Summary: Y/N and Natasha go out for dinner, but Natasha has an idea to mix it up

Warnings: overstimulation, mommy kink, public sex, bathroom sex, pet names, degrading, aftercare, etc

Word Count: 3405

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Series: Meeting the Coworkers ♤♡^

Steve Rogers x Y/N x peter parker , wanda maximoff x bucky barnes x natasha romanoff

Summary: Steve has been transparent about his polyamorous relationship with some of his Coworkers since he started dating Y/N, but she was never interested. Until she became curious with that part of Steve's life and asks to meet the gang, but just one at a time. Things get heated and Y/N discovers a whole new side of herself

Part 1: Meeting Peter Parker

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Dios Mio♤♡

peter parker x tony stark's daughter!reader

Summary: Peter and Y/N get caught in the act by her dad- Tony Stark

Warnings: smut, oral (f recieving) orgasum denial if you squint, Tony Stark being an overprotective dad, getting caught in the act, embarrassment, mention of getting pregnant, mention of marriage,

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Cravings ♤♡

Natasha romanoff x pregnant! reader

Summary: natashas 's wife wakes up with intense pregnancy cravings

Warnings: smut, mommy kink, pregnancy, pregnancy cravings, strap on, hypersensitive, nipple play, aftercare, pet names, Russian pet names

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Viral ♤

Pornstar!Natasha romanoff x influencer!reader

Summary: Y/N's followers dare her to call Natasha 'Mommy' on camera

Warnings: SMUT, 18+, strap used, overstimulation, Mommy kink, video sex, live stream sex, cussing, pet names (bunny, luv, luvie, baby, babygirl, etc), praise kink, degradation kink, Y/N says “it hurt” (nothing is physically hurting her tho), bad writing

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Principessa ◇♤

dark!mafia!bucky barnes x innocent!reader

Warnings: smut, non con, kidnapping, mafia leader Bucky, housewife kink, degrading kink, non consensual use of a vibrator, overstimulation, bondage, crying, innocence kink, squirting, virgin reader, Bucky’s kinda sick but it’s also kinda hot 👀

Summary: Y/N's trip to Italy turns dark

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Conflict of Interest ♤

dom!Natasha x needy!reader

Warnings: edging, overstimulation, Y/N falls deep into subspace, praise kink, use of a vibrator, Y/N’s insecure thoughts, use of a strap, allusion to aftercare, but not actually written

Summary: Y/N is very needy while Natasha is working

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Malyshka♤^

alpha!Wanda x omega!reader

Summary: Y/N joins the Avengers thinking she’ll be able to hide being an omega. Wanda bursts her bubble.

Warnings: smut, overstimulation, mating, biting, penetration, omega heat, fingering, knotting, pet names (malyshka, baby, luv, luvie), Bucky’s an asshole, a kinda maybe spark better Bucky (I can’t write fight scene without banter), scenting, scent blockers

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Hungry ♤♡

alpha!Rhyand x omega!reader

Summary: Rhysand finds a way to make his mate eat during her heat

Warnings: smut, cockwarming, teasing, mating, reader not wanting to eat but Rhys convincing her too, bargaining, heat and rut, overstimulation, mention of biting/marking, breeding kink, pet names (Alpha, Omega, little dove, baby), wing play/stimulation, food play if you squint, bad writing, not proof read

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Chronically ill Reader:

I'm Here ♡

steve rogers x endometriosis!reader

Summary: Steve Roger's girlfriend has endometriosis and gets her period

Warnings: chronic pain, reader has endometriosis which causes extremely painful periods, reader gets her period, throwing up, crying, little suggestive but not really (Y/N thinks Steve is gonna do something sexual for a second, but he doesn't)

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How Low Can You Go? ♡

Diabetic!reader x Stucky

Summary: reader’s blood sugar drops in the middle of the night

Warnings: Dangerously low blood sugar, low blood sugar symptoms (head racing, shaky, brain fog), crying, blood, mention of glucose tablets (which is kinda a medication? It helps get your blood sugar up), orange juice, fluff, pet names (Ladybug, princess, sweetie, honey, etc)

Short and sweet enough to give your hyperglycemia (high blood sugar)

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Coming soon

Meeting the CoWorkers Part 2: Meeting Wanda

Bare: dom!rhysand x reader

Principessa Part 2

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[marvelouspeterparker]

sensuality and serenity

pairing: pornstar!tom holland x pornstar!reader (pornstar!sebastian stan makes a comeback as well)

summary: part two to tension and temptation. you and tom have finally given into desire, what does that mean for the both of you? 

warnings: smut + oral (fem receiving) + porn (u already know) + lowkey dom!tom + filthy unprotected sex + choking + spitting...(for seb) + ... + a shit ton of words skdfjgh

word count: 22.1k

notes: surprisingly people did want another part of this, which i am very grateful for, hope this doesn’t disappoint! this starts off the morning after the end of the first part. there are some small realistic parts about the industry i added in, some from observation, others from minimal research, they're not important but just a fun fact lol. thank you so much for the support <3 and i’m sorry this took so long! also not this being longer than the first––

read tension and temptation here

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You felt a pair of lips pressing along your back, leaving stamps of affection all over your bare skin, and the weight of an arm wrapped around your waist. Smiling to yourself, you stirred awake, keeping your eyes closed. Tom’s breath grazed your back as he trailed his kisses higher to your shoulder, the pecks becoming longer and sweeter. His hand found your waist under the sheets, sliding up to your stomach, his fingers splayed across your skin, almost anchoring you to him as the feeling of his soft lips against you had you floating.

You could still feel the slight buzz in your body from the very long night you had and blinked your eyes open, squinting at the sunlight pouring into the room. Tom pressed a kiss to your cheek, his lips curving into a smile against you. You finally turned to face him and the both of you smiled at each other, his hand falling to hold your side as you moved.

“Morning darling.” His voice was raspy and still thick with sleep, but you’d be lying if you said it didn’t send a thrill through your body.

You brought a hand up to his cheek, your thumb rubbing the skin gently, almost lulling him back to sleep. “Hi Tom.”

He licked his lips as he looked down at you, only reminding you even more of the night you had, the touches, the positions, the heat that surrounded the two of you––

“How did you sleep?”

You gave him a tired and dopey smile as you remembered how he held you after the very intense hours you spent in this very bed. “Very well. You?”

“Mm, slept like a baby thanks to you.” He leaned in and paused just as his lips were inches from yours. “Really fucked me out well, angel. That tight––”

“Tom!” You laughed incredulously, turning your head away from him. It was too early for this.

“What?” He chuckled, bringing a hand to your cheek to turn you back to him. “It’s true. You felt fucking amazing.” He moved closer to you, his lips now grazing yours. “You know you did. Had me throbbing inside of you the whole time.” He finally kissed you, your lips connecting like missing puzzle pieces, your hands holding each other, yours on his jaw, his on your waist. You both sighed into the kiss, breathing deeply as you took your time with each other, patiently, gently.

After a long (but not long enough) moment, Tom pulled away, bringing his hand back up to hold your cheek. “But it also felt nice just to hold you. And sleep next to you.” His eyes were as soft as his smile as he looked at you and you felt your heart burst. “Want me to make you breakfast? I’ve been told I could be a professional chef, you know.”

You raised a brow, trying not to get caught in your growing feelings. “Did the person who told you that happen to be a reflection in a mirror?”

His jaw dropped in faux shock, his hand falling from your face, landing next to you on the bed, as he pretended to be offended. “I could always take the offer back, love.”

“No need for that.” You hummed, giving him a cheeky smile as you pulled him closer. “What are my options, chef?”

He squeezed your waist affectionately. “I really do spoil you don’t I?” When you rolled your eyes, he smirked and went on. “Well we have cereal?––” He looked at you in question, since you were in your house after all.

You snorted and he looked at you pointedly, making you muffle your laugh and nod. He smiled, trying and failing to look annoyed. “We also have toast,” He paused to think once you confirmed that you did in fact have toast, his brows furrowed as he looked up trying to think of what food you could have had stocked up in your home. “Eggs and...fruits?”

You nodded, an amused smile on your lips. “Yes and yes.” You thought for a moment, pursing your lips. “Can I have eggs please?”

His lips curved up fondly. “Of course.” He slid his hand up and down your side, caressing your skin. “How do you want them?”

“Scrambled, please.”

“So polite for me.” He smirked and kissed you once again, quickly. “Alright. Coming right up.” He got up and put on his boxers, but when you tried to follow him, he looked at you incredulously. “Woah, what are you doing?”

Pausing, with one leg already out of the sheets, you sat up and looked at him confused. “Getting...up?”

He pouted. “But I wanted to make you breakfast in bed.”

Though he looked adorable, his hair just as messy as his eyebrow, even while standing there practically naked, you pushed that aside. “Tom, you don’t even know where anything is.” It’s not like you had time to give him a tour last night.

He waved you off, “I’ll figure it out.” When you gave him an unconvinced look, he climbed back onto the bed on his knees and placed both hands on your cheeks, making you look up at him. “I just wanna treat you, love. Will you let me do that? Please?”

You bit your lip. “Okay,” and he smiled immediately. “But I’m going to freshen up in the bathroom.” You poked his stomach. “And you should too.”

He gasped, squeezing your cheeks together. “Are you trying to tell me I stink?”

You laughed, making him smile and brought your hands up to hold his wrists, pulling his hands down to hold them. “Morning breath is a thing.” You kissed his cheek and got off the bed on his side. “Come on, I think I have a spare toothbrush and I’ll get you a towel so you can wash your face.”

You walked over to the closet and pulled out a spare towel, handing it to Tom as you led him to the bathroom. He trailed behind you like a puppy, his eyes scanning over your bare skin, the curves and dips of your body admiringly. He put his towel on the rack next to yours and thanked you when you handed him your extra toothbrush. There was a comfortable silence between the two of you as you brushed your teeth next to each other, watching each other in the mirror when the other wasn’t looking, with small smiles on your faces––it felt familiar.

You washed your face first, Tom insisting on letting you, but you had a feeling it was simply because he wanted to put his hands on you. Your suspicions proved to be correct when as soon as you leaned over the sink, his hands jumped to your waist, rubbing your skin softly and sensually, making your movements falter for a second. You could sense him smiling behind you, but refused to look up, trying to swallow down how flustered you felt. He handed you your towel when you were done, his eyes never leaving yours, only trailing down your body once you dried your face. You gave him a quick kiss, laughing when he tried to hold you in place and moved out of his way, stepping out of the bathroom to let him wash his face.

Your eyes couldn’t help but focus on him for a moment though, and how he seemed to fit perfectly––not just in your bathroom, but in your home, in your life. Snapping out of it when you heard the water switch off and watched him reach blindly for his towel, you turned around and started making your way over to the bed.

A few feet from it, you noticed Tom’s shirt that he’d thrown off last night and bent down to pick it up and put it on when you heard him curse behind you, before you felt his hands slide up your ass to hold your waist. “At least give me a warning next time, love. Shit––”

You stood up straight and gasped lightly when he pressed himself into you, letting you feel his growing member through the fabric of his boxers. He leaned his head over your shoulder and wrapped his arms around you completely, leaving kisses on your skin. He tucked his head into the crook of your neck, his kisses becoming more wet as he swiped his tongue after every bite and suck that had you gasping and tilting your head back for more.

His arms squeezed you tighter and you gripped his shirt in your hands, the soft material being the only thing keeping you tethered and aware of your surroundings as Tom worked his magic on you. Every time he put his lips or his hands on you, you barely remembered to breathe. But you weren’t complaining.

He started to rut his hips into you and groaned when you let out a small sigh. “Could cum just like this, you know?” His voice was low. “You drive me insane,” he sucked a mark onto your neck, “have me in the palm of your bloody hand.”

He let his hands slide up your warm body to play with your breasts, his palms holding and squeezing your flesh, his fingers teasing and tugging at your nipples, making you whimper and breathe out harshly. “Fuck, Tom––”

He hummed, “Think I wanna have another taste before we fuck again.” You whined unwillingly at the nonchalance of his words and he chuckled, his lips still latched onto you. “But,” He started, pausing to leave a few kisses before pulling away, his hands still on you. You were still reeling from his touch, trying to calm down. “I promised you breakfast.” He kissed your cheek and gently pushed you towards the bed. “So get in here. And I will be back soon.”

You sat down and put the shirt on, laughing when he pouted that you were covering yourself up. But it quickly died down when he spoke up again.

He looked you up and down, swiping his tongue over his bottom lip teasingly. “I’ll have my dessert after breakfast, yeah?”

You licked your lips absentmindedly as well and nodded, making him smirk before he walked off to your kitchen.

You lied there for a few seconds, a part of you still in disbelief of the night before, and of the fact that Tom was in your house and making you breakfast. Well, he was trying to anyway––it lasted about three minutes before he called you from the kitchen, asking where your pots and pans were.

You walked into the room and smiled knowingly at him, tilting your head. “Did you even look?” He pulled an offended face and crossed his arms teasingly, immediately bringing your attention to the curve of his muscles and toned chest.

“Of course I looked, I just didn’t expect for you to have hid the basic cooking utensils––”

You rolled your eyes and shoved past him, an amused smile on your face. You bent down to his right and opened the cupboard right next to him, raising a brow when you turned your head to find him shamelessly checking you out. You cleared your throat, making him lock eyes with you. He licked his lips and practically knocked the breath out of you, and you tried your best to ignore the tingling sensation spreading through your body as you took the pan he was looking for and stood up.

“Clearly you didn’t look hard enough.” You handed him the pan and he graciously took it from you, purposely letting his fingers graze yours.

“Oh trust me,” He let his eyes trail down your body, “I was looking pretty hard.”

You swallowed and tried not to press your thighs together before stepping closer to him, making him look back into your eyes. “Tom?” You whispered. You could hear his breath hitch and the sound made your lips twitch.

His voice was soft. “Yes, love?” He placed his free hand on your waist and pulled you closer. You tilted your head and waited until your lips were grazing, your body pressed up against his, to stop.

You looked at him and smiled at the way his eyes started to flutter shut. “Breakfast.” You pulled away with a breathless laugh and stepped out of his embrace as he nodded slowly and looked to the ceiling, putting his tongue in his cheek to contain his smile. You made your way around him on the other side to the kitchen island and sat down, leaning your head on your palm. “Don’t make me wait too long.”

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Breakfast didn’t take too long and was unsurprisingly very good, given the fact that Tom somehow managed to be good at everything. You ate together at the kitchen island, butterflies fluttering your stomach as his free hand rested on your thigh, his thumb rubbing teasing circles on your skin, his eyes almost never leaving your face as he watched you with a smile during your conversation.

After you ate, there was an undeniable tension in the air, the both of you visibly aching to jump each other while Tom helped you load the dishwasher, not wanting to leave the mess for you to clean up alone. He had wanted to do it alone, but you very stubbornly would not let him do so, to his displeasure.

“Excuse me, love.” His hands lingered on your waist as he slid behind you and reached over to grab the spatula off the counter in front of you. You smiled to yourself and backed up into him slightly, deciding to act coy as well, knowing the both of you knew very well what the other was up to.

He grabbed the spatula with one hand while the other squeezed your waist almost to control himself––he wanted nothing more than to bend you over the sink and take you there, but he told himself he had to have more class than that.

He stood up straight behind you and handed you the spatula since you were in front of the dishwasher, and definitely not because you had to bend down to put it in it’s spot. You licked your lips and took the utensil, before slowly and teasingly bending down to put it away, swallowing a gasp when you felt Tom’s hands slide along your ass and under his shirt, then his bulge as he pressed into you.

Slowly, you stood back up and closed the dishwasher, tilting your head to the side as Tom moved closer behind you, his breath hitting your skin, lips teasing you as you clicked the settings on the dishwasher, the beeps from the appliance being the only sound floating in the tense air.

Tom let his lips graze your neck as his hands slid up to grab your breasts, before finally letting his lips press a kiss to your skin. He trailed his kisses along your neck, letting his tongue swipe across it teasingly before biting down gently and leaving a few marks that had you taking sharp intakes of breath.

You let your eyes flutter shut and bit your lip as he started grinding into you ever so slightly, caught up in the feeling of you pressed against him. You brought your hand up and reached behind you, tugging at his hair the way he liked and he groaned against you, making you moan quietly.

He let out a shaky breath and pulled his mouth away from you for a moment, panting lightly as his hands moved down to hold your waist. “Been aching to get another taste of you, darling. Think I’ve waited long enough, yeah? You gonna let me back between these pretty thighs?”

You nodded immediately and he let out a breath of laughter, before taking your hand and leading you back to your room. He looked at you earnestly but lustfully before slipping his shirt over your head and letting it fall to the floor, his eyes raking over your body as if he were looking at it for the first time. Then he gently pushed you back onto the bed and got comfortable, his breath hitting the insides of your thighs as he looked at his prize, practically salivating despite the meal he had just eaten.

The look in his eyes was enough to make you clench around nothing and that only made his eyes zero in on you even more. His hands inched up your thighs teasingly slow, his fingertips only grazing your skin as you started breathing heavier, your eyes stuck on him and his movements. You bit your lip to stop the whine from escaping and without even looking up at you, Tom could tell you were needy.

His lips curved into a small smirk. “You need me, darling?” He licked his lips. “It looks like this pussy needs attention, hm?” He let one of his hands ghost over your core, your lips bucking slightly before his other hand gently pressed you back down by your waist, his smirk deepening at the sight. “Shh, you’re okay, love. I’ll take good care of you.”

You shut your eyes for a second before looking back down at him, trying to stay still, but the way his fingers were sliding through your folds ever so gently made you want to cry out. “Tom please–”

He finally looked up at you and the intense and hungry look in his eyes was enough to make you squirm under his hold. “I need you.” One of your hands grabbed his on your waist while the other gripped the sheets. “Please do something.”

He cursed silently and kissed your thigh softly before burying his face between your legs, groaning at the way your hand came down to tug at his curls.

He grinned into your heat, his tongue lapping up and down your folds as you grinded into his mouth, satisfied and grateful that he was relieving you of your pent up frustration. His tongue made its way all around your cunt, making a mess that he was silently aching to clean up. He slid a finger into your opening and his eyes shot up to watch your reaction, grinning against you when your body shook slightly, your mouth falling open.

“So tight, lovie.” He whispered against you and your head fell back, eyes shutting at the warm pleasure coursing through your body. “Always so nice and tight for me.” He let his tongue lick against your clit lazily, eyes taking in your every feature as he curled his finger inside you and slowly worked you up. “Think you’re ready for another one, hm? We’ll make it fit. You want that?” You nodded immediately and he smirked, kissing your clit. “Need words baby, you know that.”

“Please.” Your voice was small, barely a whisper. “Want another one.”

He cooed, moving his finger faster inside of you. “Another what baby? Tell me.”

You looked down at him, knowing exactly how to get what you wanted––your lust-clouded mind still clever. “Need another finger inside me Tommy, please?”

His lips parted, the color of his eyes turning a shade darker. Without another word, he slid a second finger in, letting out a breath in sync with you when you moaned at the feeling, groaning softly when your fingers pulled harder at his hair. He was mesmerized by the way you were practically sucking him in, tightening around him and he couldn’t help but think about how you would feel around his cock afterwards. He let his hips grind into the bed and moaned, leaning forward to wrap his lips around your clit to lick and suck the sensitive bud, letting the vibrations bring you closer to the edge.

You let out a gasp at the stimulation and he took that as an incentive to go faster, speeding up his fingers and sucking harder at your clit. He curled his fingers and chuckled against you when your hips jerked upwards, both your hands pulling him closer by his hair. Your legs started trembling and he kept at it, closing his eyes and immersing himself in your pleasure. “Come on, love. Come on my fingers, you know you want to. Give it to me, just like that.” He could feel himself getting closer just at the sight of you and had to force himself to stop pressing down against the bed, wanting to save himself for you.

Your eyes rolled back and your body tensed under him, your fingers loosening their hold on his hair as you came undone. He held you close with one arm wrapped around your thigh, his head following the movement of your hips to keep making you feel good through your high. You sighed and opened your eyes slowly to the sound of him cooing softly to you, the feeling of his fingers pumping in and out of you slowly and he kissed your clit. “Such a good girl.” He licked around your cunt, lapping up your wetness gently and languidly before he sat up and kissed you. He pressed his lips against yours teasingly softly, sliding his tongue against yours, letting you taste yourself.

He gave you a few more pecks and brought his clean hand up to your cheek and let his eyes wander over your face fondly, taking his sweet time to admire you. His voice was soft when he spoke up. “You know you look absolutely stunning when you come?” He trailed his pointer and middle fingers of his other hand down to your lips, letting them linger over them before you couldn’t help yourself and opened your mouth for him to slide them in. His eyes were entranced as you sucked and wet his fingers, letting him pump them in and out of your mouth, your eyes locked with his.

His lips parted on their own accord, his body reacting on it’s own to the way you were enticing him. You reached your hand over and ran it along his length, making his breath falter. “Shit baby––” He looked down to where you were rubbing him through his boxers and bucked into your touch, slipping his fingers out of your mouth to grab your jaw. He looked back up at you. “If you don’t stop I’m going to come in my boxers,” he leaned in to graze his lips against yours. “And I’d much rather do that inside you.”

You swallowed a whimper and nodded, pulling your hand away. He bit your bottom lip gently, slowly and pulled away, his eyes trained on yours as he slid his boxers off. Your eyes shot down to his length, fascinated by the way his hand wrapped around it, stroked up and down slowly and he smirked. He came back between your legs and brought a hand under your chin to tilt your head up. “S’not very polite to stare, darling.”

You bit your lip and looked up at him sheepishly, clearly unapologetic. “M’sorry.”

He narrowed his eyes, an amused smile on his face. “You little minx.” Before you could respond, he swiped his tip through your folds, rubbing it along your clit, gliding easily through your wetness, making the both of you take a sharp inhale. “This pussy’s throbbing for me isn’t it?” He pushed his hips down and slid the length of his member against your cunt, his voice dropping down to a teasing, seductive tone. “You want me to fuck you baby, hm?” He smirked and leaned further down so he was hovering above you, “Want me to slide my cock inside this tight pussy?”

You nodded, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him close to kiss him. “Please.” You whispered against his lips before kissing him again. “Fuck me.”

He kissed you deeply and pressed his cock against your entrance. “Well how can I say no to you, hm? Such a pretty little thing for me.” You wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him in and the both of you moaned into the kiss, holding onto each other tightly. He bottomed out slowly, wanting to feel all of you, his hand gripping your thigh as he started thrusting into you gently.

You could feel his lips curve into a sly smile through the kiss––he knew it wasn’t enough for you, he was just being a tease. So you started bucking your hips into him, fucking yourself onto his cock and he let out a low groan before pulling away to look at where the two of you were connected. He bit his lip and watched you for a while, cursing at the feeling of your tightness stretching around him and sucking him in.

“You that desperate for me, lovie?” He looked back up at you and twitched inside of you at the sight of the lust that overtook your gaze. You were staring at him unabashedly, making it clear that you wanted all of him and who was he to deny you of that.

He sat back on his knees and placed his hands on your hips to steady but before you could complain about the lack of stimulation, he was pounding into you at a solid pace, knocking the breath out of you. You whined and let your eyes flutter shut, your hands coming up to hold the pillow underneath your head as you jolted back and forth with every thrust of his hips. You heard a faint “so fucking beautiful” before the sound around you practically drowned out, the feeling of your pleasure overcoming all other senses.

He was fucking you hard and deep, the sound of his skin slapping against yours just as constant as the pleasure he was giving you. He was cursing and moaning above you as he watched you, practically fucking you onto his cock himself. He reached a hand down and rubbed at your clit, making you let out a mix between a gasp and a whine, your body trying to fold on itself from the sensitivity.

“Want you to come for me again baby. Can you do that for me? Wanna feel that pussy drip on my cock before I fill you up.”

You let out a breathless moan as you felt your body climb higher and higher to the edge, the pit in your stomach growing with every thrust and flick of his fingers as he quickened his pace. “Come on darling, that’s it. Be good for me, shit––”

His fingers were digging into your waist, holding you in place as he sent you barreling over the edge, your whole body shivering and trembling as your mouth fell open, your walls tightening around him as he gasped and thrusted even harder, chasing his own high. The only sounds were that of his loud breaths and moans and his cock plowing into you, covered in your slick.

Within a few more strokes, he was moaning loudly and painting your insides with cum, both of his hands back on your waist as his pace faltered and slowed down. You could feel every inch of his cock as he dragged it teasingly slow in and out of your cunt. He looked down to see the white ring of both your releases around the base of his cock, dripping down his balls and groaned quietly before bottoming all the way out again. “Fuck––”

He leaned forward and you wrapped your legs around him to hold him close, linking your hands around his neck to pull him in for a kiss. You hummed and smiled when he thrusted again cheekily and he smirked before pulling back to look at you. “You okay?”

You smiled and rolled your eyes at his unnecessary but sweet question. “More than okay.” You nodded and started playing with his hair, biting back a smirk when his eyes threatened to flutter shut at the feeling. He really was like a puppy sometimes. “Are

you okay?”

He licked his lips and let his eyes trail down your face to your chest and back up to your eyes. “Amazing.” He leaned down for another kiss, which quickly turned into several more and soon enough you were getting lost in each other once again.

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On Monday, you found yourself even more eager than usual to get to work, for obvious reasons. Though you’d already slept with Tom, this was something you’d literally dreamt about, on multiple nights, for a while now, so you were understandably a bit nervous. It weirdly felt like you were opening up a part of yourself to the public, though you wouldn’t be doing anything they hadn’t seen before––you were sharing the spotlight with someone who’d held you to sleep a couple nights before, this was intimate.

Today Julie had kindly offered to get you a coffee today so you stopped by her desk in the lobby to take it and say good morning. You greeted her gratefully as she slid the drink to you, taking a sip from her own cup with a knowing smile. “So I heard you’re filming with the golden boy today. You excited?”

You tried to contain your own growing smile by sipping your coffee as well, trying to act coy. “Maybe…”

She laughed, “That’s definitely a yes. I mean I would be too, to be honest.” Suddenly she perked up, “Speak of the devil.”

Your eyes widened slightly and you stood up straight, not wanting to turn around and look too suspicious. You felt a presence come up next to you and a hand on your lower back before you heard his alluring and oh so familiar voice.

“Julie,” He turned to you, a teasing smile on his face as he looked you up and down. “Y/N.”

You held your coffee with both hands and subtly scanned him as well. He was wearing a black t-shirt, a jean jacket and sweats and of course, he looked as good as ever. “Good morning, Tom.”

His lips curved into a smirk, “A good morning indeed. Going to be a rather good day too, for sure.”

You rolled your eyes playfully and bid Julie goodbye, not needing her to bear witness to Tom’s blatant flirting. “We should get going. I’ll see you later, yeah?”

She smiled and nodded, her voice extra cheerful as she watched the two of you. “Bye.”

Tom said goodbye as well before following you, leaning close as he walked with you towards the elevator. “Eager to get to work, are we?”

You bit the inside of your cheek, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing that you were in fact eager, and very, at that.

“Well I’ll let you in on a little secret, love.” He kept his eyes on you as he pressed the elevator button and leaned in to whisper in your ear. “I’m the most excited I’ve ever been to go to work. In fact, I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind, you know that? You drive me absolutely crazy in the best way.”

Your breath hitched in your throat, but before you could say anything, the elevator doors opened and Tom stepped aside, extending his arm to let you go through. You cleared your throat, trying to calm yourself and stepped in.

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Within no time you were sitting in front of the mirror, Olive fixing up your makeup. “So I hear you’re filming a little something special today.” She smiled knowingly, glancing at your eyes for a brief moment before focusing back to the task at hand, patting the beauty blender onto your cheeks and under eyes as you smiled sheepishly.

“Maybe…”

She hummed, “I also hear he asked to work with you personally as well. Two in a row…Someone’s a popular girl, hm?”

You tilted your head back to laugh and she did as well, the hand holding the beauty blender pausing in the air until you sat straight again. “I honestly don’t know why this is happening to me,” you admitted but Olive was quick to wave you off, her brows furrowing in a half-hearted scolding.

“Oh, nonsense.” She reached over to get the lip gloss and applied it to your lips. The scene you were filming didn’t require that much makeup, rather a natural look––or as natural as you can be in this industry, in a professional video. “You’re gorgeous and you’re good at your job––I’m surprised you haven’t received more offers.”

You rubbed your lips together to spread the gloss, biting back a smile to do it properly. “Thanks Olive.”

She shrugged a shoulder as if to say any time before she turned back to you, a more serious look on her face. “Now back to Tom––You nervous?”

“Honestly? Yeah…It feels more intimate? Than others I’ve done before. But I trust him and I know we’re good together so…” You smiled, more confident. “I’m ready.”

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A few moments later, you were dressed and ready to go in your yoga pants and push-up sports bra––the scene you were shooting taking place in a “personal gym” between a yoga instructor and his student.

You made it to the set before Tom, the assistant letting you know that he was on his way, just finishing a few touch ups. You went over the scene with the director for some last minute notes, revising the positions, the minimal lines you had and so on. As the director talked you could sense immediately when Tom walked into the room. You could feel his eyes on you, raking over your body as if you two were the only ones there and you shifted from heel to heel, trying and falling to not let it affect you.

When Tom noticed, because of course he did, he smiled to himself and crossed his arms as he walked over to the two of you, wanting to know if there were any last minute changes and so on. He stood closer to you than necessary, just to be a tease––his side pressing into yours as he spoke with the director. You let your eyes trail over to him subtly, watching the way the muscles of his arms curved, the way the veins added to definition to his hands––the tank top letting it all be on display. Next your gaze shifted down to his legs, the short tight shorts leaving his defined thighs for all to see and you had to snap out of it before you started fantasizing and missed out on the director’s notes.

A few minutes later, you were done discussing everything and Tom turned to you as the director went elsewhere. He bit his lip, taking his turn to shamelessly check you out. “I have never been more grateful for this job.”

You nudged him playfully and walked towards the mat where the scene would be taking place. “Shut up.”

He chuckled and was quick to follow you. “Don’t worry,” he squeezed your ass cheekily, smirking when you gasped quietly. “I’ll be putting my mouth to good use in no time.”

With your mind already malfunctioning from that sly comment, you decided not to respond, not wanting to make a fool of yourself and by the smug look on Tom’s face it seemed as though he could tell.

The photographer made his way over to the main part of the set with the director and gestured to the two of you to come over. “So we’re going to take a few pictures, not too many, just three or four poses from multiple angles and then we’ll start the scene, alright?”

You and Tom nodded before making your way over to the mat on the floor. He stepped behind you and placed a hand on your waist to get your attention. You looked over your shoulder and he stepped closer to you, letting you feel his hard-on through your leggings and your breath hitched.

“You ready?” His voice was soft, only quiet enough for you to hear.

You nodded and he smirked. “Then let’s put on a show, hm?”

You bent down at the waist and placed your hands in front of you to hold you up, silently thankful for how this career has helped you become more flexible in more ways than one. You heard Tom take a sharp inhale at the sight of you and bit your lip to contain your smile. He stepped closer to you and placed his hands on your waist, gently pulling you back into his hips, cursing quietly as the photographer took the photos.

You could feel the pressure from each of his fingers as they dug into your waist, the outline of his cock pressed between your legs and you could already sense yourself falling down a tunnel of desire. Your body was eager for what was to come, wetness already spreading between your lips. Thinking back to when you watched him work with Angela––Sophie was right when she told you the actresses never needed extra help when working with Tom, he’d have you more than prepared by the time you had to film, and you weren’t ashamed to admit it.

When you were done with that pose, he helped you up and turned you around before sliding your leggings down, getting down on his knees and looking up at you, a sinful look in his eyes as you stepped out of the material. Next he pulled his shorts down and stepped out of them before stepping back in front of you.

You raised your leg and he swiped his tip between your folds, practically hissing when he felt how wet you were. You’d be taking some action shots while you were filming the scene, but they still wanted some stills of fake action shots––it didn’t even matter if the positions weren’t in the scene, people didn’t really care and most times they didn’t notice. Tom slipped the tip in your hole and cursed as your walls sucked him in, shamelessly aching for more. You’d prepped yourself earlier in your dressing room, but your fingers were nothing in comparison to him. He locked eyes with you and licked his lips. “You’re gonna be the death of me, darling.”

He hooked his forearm under your knee, pulling you close with one hand on your ass, the other arm coming around to hold your waist as he slipped in a little deeper. He didn’t need to but he couldn’t help himself. You bit your lip to swallow your surprised moan and he gave you a cheeky look, his lips quirking up as you tried but failed to glare at him, the pleasure overtaking your features. Your faces wouldn’t be in the shot, but you found yourselves looking at each other as though they would be, indisputable need, in both of your eyes.

You almost didn’t hear when the photographer said you were ready to move on, the two of you already lost in your own reverie, or for better words, lost in each other. For the next pose, you got on the floor and lied on your back. Tom got on his knees in front of you before opening your legs and pushing your thighs back, opening you up completely for him and the cameras to see. You couldn’t help but dwell on the fact that you felt more focused on being spread out for Tom, rather than the cameras and the crew all around you.

You took a few pictures in that position, then the director asked you to hold your legs back instead of Tom. You did so, but couldn’t help but clench at the feeling of his hands sliding down your legs, his fingers lingering near your bare cunt to get a rise out of you. You looked up and almost whined at the way he was looking down at you, his gaze unwavering from your face making you feel as exposed as if he were looking further down at your wet opening.

The director nor the photographer told him to, but he couldn’t help it. Tom brought his hand back up to swipe two fingers through your slick before sliding them into you, keeping his eyes locked with yours. You faintly heard the director praising his improv but you were too entranced to really pay attention or make out the words.

Tom pumped his fingers in and out of you slowly, crooking them to press against your spot, making you roll your hips involuntarily and gasp quietly. They took the pictures far too quickly for your liking but Tom being the tease he is, made sure to work you up as soon as possible before pulling his fingers out and slipping them in his mouth when no one was looking––or maybe people were looking, however you were too focused on him to notice or care. He kept his eyes on you while sucking his fingers, slowly and teasingly, only looking away when the assistant came over to give him a wipe to clean up.

The director announced that they’d take a five to ten minute break before filming and you and Tom made your way to the side after getting dressed again.

Tom leaned over to whisper in your ear after a few seconds of silence. “I almost wanna go to the dressing room and just take you there.”

You bit your lip and kept your head straight. “Keep it in your pants, Tom. Who’s eager now?” You asked, referring back to his teasing comment in the lobby, as if you weren’t just as needy, if not more than him.

He simply chuckled, leaning in to whisper in your ear. “You say that like I should be ashamed, love.” He tilted his head and looked at you––you could almost feel him scan your face teasingly. “I never said being eager was a bad thing, now did I?” You glanced over at him and he winked.

You put your tongue in your cheek and faced forward once more, pressing your thighs together. If you didn’t film this scene soon, you were going to explode.

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“Alright Y/N, Tom––” the director got your attention and told you you’d be starting now. The pit of nervous energy in your stomach had now turned to desire and you were more than ready to begin.

Mentally preparing yourself, you took a quick deep breath and “entered” the gym as written in the script. Tom was already inside and walked over to meet you. “Ah there you are. How are you, good?”

You nodded, giving him a cheerful smile and you could see a hint of amusement in his eyes as you did so. “Yeah! I’m ready to do some yoga.”

“Please––” He smiled back and gestured to the mat. “We’re going to do some basic stretches today, nothing too extreme but I will try my hardest to push you to your limit.”

You centered yourself on the mat and started stretching your arms out over your head. “Sounds intense.”

He came up behind you, letting his voice become a tad more suggestive. “Don’t worry. It’s nothing you can’t handle.” You hooked one arm over the other, extending it to the side and he placed one hand on your waist, the other on your forearm. “Here we go, just a little more.” He pulled your arm to the side, letting his fingers press into your waist as he breathed into your ear. “Good. Just like that.”

You took a deep breath, making sure to show the camera that you were flustered and nodded slightly.

“Now let’s do the other side.” You unhooked your arm and stretched the other side, Tom’s hands following your every move, guiding you sensually. “Next,” he slid his hands down your side, over your ass and along the backs and sides of your thighs. “Let’s stretch these muscles.” He placed a hand on your back and pushed you forward gently. “Reach for your toes, that’s it.”

You reached forward and gasped, as written, when he pushed your legs farther apart with his free hand. “Just a little wider, good girl.” He pressed himself into you and the camera panned down to show your shocked face, your expression exaggeratedly morphing from surprised to amused and cheeky.

“There we go.” He pulled you back into him by your hips and let out a breath as you moaned and bit your lip.

He took a step back and admired you, maybe lingering a little longer than necessary, before telling you to get on your knees. You did as he asked and sat back on your haunches, spreading your legs wider when he asked. He bent down so that his head was aligned with yours, and grasped your throat with one hand––the script didn’t specify on how he should straighten you up, but clearly he took advantage of his creative liberties there. He tightened his hold slightly and smirked, “Make sure your posture is straight, there you go.” He trailed his other hand down your torso, pulling you back to straighten you before reaching down between your thighs to cup your heat. “And spread those legs. You’re a natural at this, look at that.”

He rubbed you through your panties and you were worked up enough that you didn���t even need to fake the moans you let out. His voice was as light as a feather as he guided you, his other hand around your throat, tilting your head up to look at him. “Just roll your hips into my hand, mhm. Need to work those muscles just right.” He dipped his head down and moved his hand over to lick and bite at your neck, kissing and sucking at your sweet spot to hear the pretty sounds you make––he personally loved hearing them, but the viewers did too, often commenting on them under your videos.

After a couple of minutes, as instructed, Tom told you to flip over on your back. The video would have a cutscene here to the next part, so you simply took your leggings off and moved into the next position. Tom held your thighs up near your torso, “Feel the burn, love?” Love was most definitely not in the script, but he knew what effect it had on you, that tease.

You nodded and he leaned forward, letting out a quiet “good” before licking from your hole to your clit, keeping his eyes on you to watch your reaction––again, not in the script, but he couldn’t help himself. He wanted you to feel good.

This director was kind, but he worked on many scenes each day and because of the time crunch, he often sped things up, meaning he wasn’t afraid to tell actresses to fake their climaxes to move things along. Tom tried to make his co-stars feel good and orgasm several times during the scenes, to make the experience more enjoyable, never wanting them to have to fake it when he didn’t. He always applied that “rule” but he felt an overwhelming urge to stick by it today since he was working with you. He wanted to make this enjoyable but above all memorable––it felt special.

He swiped his tongue all over your sex, licking your clit sloppily yet precisely, not afraid to slurp up your juices and suck on your bud loudly. He pushed his tongue past your entrance and smiled when you gasped and brought a hand between your legs to tug his hair and pull him closer––this all felt very familiar for the both of you and you could tell the both of you were thinking the same thing.

He pulled away for a bried second and slid a finger into your sex slowly, his lips forming a shocked and aroused o shape. “Definitely need to stretch this out.” He easily added another finger and was quick to put his mouth back on you, humming against your clit when your walls clenched around him. He pressed his digits against your spot once again and groaned when you tugged harder on his hair.

You could hear the sounds of his fingers pumping in and out of your slick, could feel the drag of his fingers against your tight walls, the pressure of his fingertips against your spot--the combination of all of these things making your thoughts cloudy, your body hot and ready for release. Your hips were bucking into his mouth and fingers, back already arching and Tom could feel his bulge grow even more, the tight shorts only making it worse. The sight of you was enough to make him ache for more––he wanted to feel you, all of you.

He could feel your cunt tightening around his fingers, the pull familiar. He could tell you were close and made it his mission to make you tip over the edge before you had to move to the next position. He started pumping his fingers faster and sucked on your clit hard, sacrificing his perfect view of you and closing his eyes to fully focus on your pleasure. He swiped his tongue over your bundle of nerves, shaking his head from side to side and hummed and groaned against you as your breathing quickened, your moans getting sharper and breathier.

With a few more pumps, your walls were spasming around his fingers, your mouth dropped open as you let out an almost muted moan, your eyes rolled back. Though he was meant to pull away and flip you over, Tom couldn’t help himself, he knew you wanted more as well––he could read you like a book. He let go of your leg and let your thighs instinctively close around his head as he kept sucking at your clit and fucking you with his fingers. The sounds were filthy, but they were only immersing the two of you further into the scene.

It wasn’t in the script, but the passion and the chemistry between the two of you was undeniable and rarely seen on camera, the director couldn’t stop you, he didn’t want to. Tom worked you up to another orgasm, his fingers thrusting wildly yet precisely in your cunt as he stuck his tongue out and let you buck onto it. You came with a loud cry, your legs trembling around his head.

He pumped his fingers slowly a few more times and only pulled away when your legs fell back down. He opened his eyes and took you in, letting his gaze fall over your every feature as he sucked his fingers clean and you whined at the sight knowing that he wasn’t even making a show of it for the cameras, but for you––you could tell by the way he locked eyes with you before kissing your clit and trailing his lips up your body.

He hovered above you and kissed you fiercely, letting you taste yourself, the both of your hands desperately pushing his shorts off while your lips were connected. As soon as he kicked them off, he grabbed his cock and cursed, pumping his hand a couple times before swiping it through your folds and slipping it past your hole. He bottomed out in one go and the both of you moaned against each other, Tom taking the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth slowly and sensually, part of him doing so to make sure the camera could see, the other part just wanting to rile you up the best he could.

You wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him impossibly closer, the both of you clinging onto each other as he started thrusting inside of you, the mix between your wetness, his spit and precum making it very loud and very arousing. He easily found a steady pace, his hips and thighs hitting the back of yours and your ass hard enough to make the fat jiggle.

You brought a hand up to pull his hair and he groaned, hitting that spot inside of you with a particularly hard thrust that had you letting out a mix between a gasp and a moan in surprise. You were both breathing heavily, physically and mentally wrapped up in one another.

Just when you thought you couldn’t feel any better, you felt a hand wrap around your throat once again, the pressure on the sides of your neck making your breath hitch. Tom sat up and leaned on his other hand, pinning you down in place as he fucked you harder, your back getting sweaty against the mat, but you couldn’t be bothered to care.

His eyes were piercing yours, though your vision was getting hazy from the pleasure, your eyes threatening to flutter shut. He balanced himself and brought his other hand to rub at your clit quickly. You could barely process what was happening before your walls were tightening again, making him curse to himself as you trembled underneath him.

He fucked you through your high, fighting off his own to focus on you and give you everything you wanted. He pulled out slowly, his hands caressing your thighs before he eased you up and turned you over on your hands and knees, smoothing his palms and letting his fingers trail over your ass before he positioned himself behind you.

He slid his hand up your spine and pushed you down before slipping his cock back inside of you and bottoming out in one go, the both of you groaning at how wet you were. You felt even tighter in this position and he was hitting your spot just right.

You leaned your head on your forearms, letting your body push back into Tom’s and he growled, slamming his hips into you harder. His hands gripped your waist and your ass, “Fuck––Yeah fuck me back baby, that’s it. Stretch that pussy out on my cock.”

You moaned loudly and clenched around him from his words, not expecting them at all since the video was meant to be mainly silent for sexual parts. The thought that Tom was losing his cool and letting yours and his pleasure take over his actions, improvising and such because he was lost in the feeling of you, was enough for you to get even wetter. You bit your lip in concentration as you kept fucking yourself on his cock before sliding a hand down between your legs and rubbing at your clit––it was sloppy but it was getting the job done and the camera wasn’t focusing on it, so you didn’t dwell on it too much. Throughout this whole shoot, you couldn’t find it in yourself to really focus or even think about the cameras and the crew––all you could think about was Tom, and it felt as though he were doing everything in his power for that to be the case, not that you could complain.

He groaned, “God––You gonna cum baby?” He couldn’t care less if the dirty talk wasn’t in the script, he was too focused on you and if they really had a problem with it, they could cut it out––but by the way you were reacting to it, he could tell the director and the viewers wouldn’t mind it at all. You looked and sounded sexy and with Tom, you two were an unstoppable pair.

You nodded and whined out a response. “Mhm.”

He cursed and pulled you back against him harder, taking everything in him not to burst inside of you from the moans you were letting out with each thrust and the feeling of your wetness coating his member as it practically glided in and out of you. “Come on, cum all over my cock, love. Make a mess for me.”

You let out a desperate whine, losing yourself in the pleasure as well and going off script. “Please––please make me cum again. Fuck––I’m so close. Want you to cum in me.”

Tom groaned loudly and soon enough, he was pumping his load inside of you, shivering at the relief he felt and the overstimulation as he kept fucking you, your high coming crashing down on the both of you as you spasmed on the mat, your fourth orgasm hitting harder than the others. Your body felt like it was recharged and drained of energy all at once, your limbs sluggish but almost mechanically and rhythmically pushing you back against Tom to ride out your high.

He bottomed out one last time, hissing at the sensitivity as you jolted from the pleasure, before pulling out. He moved to the side but kept a hand on your ass as the camera came in close. His voice was quiet and gentle, clearly only meant for you as he spoke up, encouraging you. “You’ve got it, love, that’s it. Good girl.”

You pushed the cum out of your cunt, sighing as it dripped down to your clit and onto the floor. You shook your ass from side to side for the camera and smiled when you noticed how much it affected Tom. He made eye contact with you and grinned lazily, grabbing one of your ass cheeks and shaking it playfully, before slapping it loudly, making you yelp.

The director yelled cut, sending praises your way and the crew started cleaning everything up, and putting the equipment away, ready to move onto the next scene.

You flipped over onto your back and Tom laid down next to you and kissed your cheek, bringing a hand up to hold the other side of your face. There was a lot of commotion around the two of you, but as you looked into his eyes, all of that faded away. “You okay?”

You nodded with a smile, leaning into his touch as you found comfort in the warmth of his eyes, drowning out all the other people in the room. “Amazing.”

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Due to your different schedules, you and Tom couldn’t see each other after the scene but he made sure to FaceTime you to see how you felt and just to catch up once you’d both gotten home that night.

As soon as the call connected, you were met with a smiling Tom, the sight of him never failing to make you happy. “There she is.”

You smiled at the screen, taking in his tired eyes and fluffy hair––there’s no doubt he’d been running his hands through it. “Hi Tommy.”

“Hi lovie.”

You settled in your bed and got comfortable, asking the question you both had on your minds. “So was it everything you’d dreamed of?”

His smile widened. “Darling, dreams can’t even compare to how amazing you are in real life.”

You shook your head with a smile, wanting to calm your beating heart. “You mean the sex.”

“Nah, I mean you.” He winked. “But the sex was incredible as well.”

You both laughed and when it died down, he spoke up again, his eyes earnest. “How was it for you, really?”

“Tom, you made me feel so good that I forgot we were filming at times.” You smirked, “It was as you said, incredible.”

He bit his lip bashfully but clearly pleased. “That’s good.” He tilted his head. “So you would film with me again?”

You responded immediately, “Without a doubt.”

––❊––

Over the weekend, you decided to do some grocery shopping, your fridge and cupboards all too bare for your liking. You didn’t feel like going in the morning and you got sidetracked during the day so you ended up going in the late evening.

You got all the necessities, healthy foods along with your favorite snacks, a good balance of both. You were walking through the aisles aimlessly, in hopes of finding something––you were sure you were forgetting something but you couldn’t put a finger on it, when you ran into a familiar face.

“Darling–”

Your eyes widened and your heartbeat fluttered. “Tom–”

He looked you up and down, clearly enjoying what he was seeing. “Beautiful as ever, even while running errands, I see.”

You rolled your eyes to hide your flustered state. “You don’t look too bad yourself.”

He smiled. “Thanks, love.”

You chatted idly for a few minutes before Tom pulled you to the side by your waist, noticing someone trying to pass through with their cart behind you. Suddenly you were right up against each other, the proximity making your heart beat faster. He apologized for tugging you into him without warning, his voice soft and you shook your head as if to say it's okay, your mouth failing to work in sync with your thoughts, but he caught on.

Tom paused, seemingly contemplating his next words. “Would you...want to get dinner with me? Nothing crazy just, you know––” He scratched the back of his head nervously, “Or you may be busy, if so that’s fine.”

You paused, “I mean...I don’t really feel like going out to eat, but maybe we could make dinner... together?”

His eyes brightened, brows raising as he nodded almost immediately. “Sure––Um you could come over to mine if you’d like?”

You smiled, “I’d like that.”

He laughed sheepishly, “Right. Perfect.”

The two of you settled on pasta and through some negotiations, Tom agreed to let you buy half of the ingredients. Though it would have been faster if the two of you split up and met up afterwards, you decided to walk around the store together––it felt right.

Since you’d walked to the store, Tom drove you home to drop off your things and then to his apartment. He dropped down the top of his convertible, letting the soft breeze run through the car as the sun was setting. The orange tint hit against his skin perfectly and you couldn’t help but admire him and the way his brown curls turned almost golden.

Sensing your eyes on him, he glanced over at you for a moment. “Something wrong?”

You shook your head, “No you’re just…pretty.”

His lips quirked up immediately and he shook his head. He reached a hand over to squeeze your thigh and you slipped your hand into his as he locked eyes with you, the car now at a red light. “And you’re gorgeous.”

You looked away and told him to shut up, overwhelmed by the way he was looking at you and the gentle tone of his voice and he laughed.

When you arrived at the parking lot of his apartment complex, he made you stay put so he could open the door for you, jogging over to your side before you could get out, and extended his arm out, bowing playfully. “M’lady.”

You breathed out a laugh and took his hand to step out of the car. “I’m guessing you won’t let me carry the groceries?”

He made an offended face. “No, are you crazy?”

His lips quickly morphed into a smile but you could tell he was still being serious. You rolled your eyes despite the smile on your face, “Alright, let’s go.”

As soon as he opened the door you heard a patter against the hardwood floor, the sound getting nearer and louder until you saw a cute pitbull terrier running towards you and Tom.

He stepped into his apartment and set the bags down on the floor for a moment to close the door behind you and greet his dog. “Hi Tess! How are you buddy?”

You smiled watching him pet and praise his dog and he looked at you with a bright grin as Tessa ran over to you next, eager to say hello.

You bent down to her level and pet her sides and her head, smiling at her enthusiasm. “Hi Tessa, I’m Y/N—It’s so nice to finally meet you!” She licked your face and you laughed, tilting your head so she didn’t lick your mouth.

You turned to Tom who was already watching you fondly. “She’s even cuter in person. I didn’t even think that was possible.”

His eyes twinkled, the immediate thought in his head clear as day, Could say the same about you. He laughed and petted her belly. “Alright come on Tess,” he pulled her off of you slightly. “Let her breathe.”

You waved him off, still petting her. “Oh I don’t mind.”

“Yeah well,” He ran his hands through his hair sheepishly, “I want you all to myself.”

You laughed as the dog rested her head in your lap. “Well then I guess you’ve got some competition, Tommy.”

At that moment Tom found himself thinking how he wouldn’t mind if that were his only competition.

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Eventually, Tessa calmed down, though you were sad to say goodbye, even if you were just standing up and going to the kitchen while she went to the living room––you already had a soft spot for her and Tom couldn’t stop his heart from swelling at the sight.

You helped Tom put his groceries away and it all felt very mundane and intimate, like a routine you wouldn’t mind getting accustomed to––shuffling around the kitchen in sync with occasional lingering sweet touches.

Soon, the two of you were chopping up ingredients and mixing them in with the pasta. You had been working on the sauce, almost ready to pour it in with the rest of the food when you noticed how Tom was mixing the food in the pan––it looked wrong to put it simply. He wasn’t even really mixing the ingredients or spreading the seasoning, just pushing them around in a big clump.

You stared at him silently for a few seconds and it seemed as though your disapproval was radiating off of you when he turned.

He looked at you innocently. “What?”

You paused and sighed before turning the heat under the sauce on low and moving closer to him.

“I can’t even explain how bad you’re doing this. Here––” You took the wooden spoon from him and shooed him away. You started mixing the ingredients correctly and he stood behind you to look over your shoulder, bringing a hand to your hip but you could sense his eyes weren’t on the food. Suddenly, the thought occurred to you that he was doing it wrong on purpose, but you couldn’t find it in you to be annoyed.

“Mm you’re right. It does look better when you do it.” He slid both his hands around you and let them roam your waist and stomach before pressing his lips to your shoulder and you took a deep breath, not wanting to let him fluster you.

“Tom.” He hummed in response. “Behave.”

He chuckled, trailing his lips up to your neck. “I am behaving. Making you feel good means I’m doing good.”

You laughed out his name and he sighed playfully. “Alright, alright.” He pecked your cheek before letting his hands rest at your waist. “I’ll be good.”

Tom didn’t keep his hands or his lips to himself but he did keep them over your clothes and in appropriate places so he technically did keep his word. Within no time, the food was ready and the table was set, with the two of you across from each other at the dinner table.

Tom served you first and then himself, before taking a few pastas on his fork and reaching over to you. “Open up.” You could see a familiar glint in his eyes but bit back a comment and leaned forward to eat the food, ignoring his lingering stare on your lips. The only word that came to mind to describe his voice was silk, as he spoke up. “There you go. How’s it taste, love?”

You chewed pensively, taking your sweet time to savor the taste and drag it out, making him smile knowingly at you. But you couldn’t deny it––”It’s really good. Try it.” You took your own fork to your plate and he sat up expectantly. You looked up at him deceivingly oblivious. “Why aren’t you eating?”

He looked at you, mocking offense. “You’re not going to feed me?”

You hummed before smiling sweetly at him. “Mm no, I’m good.”

His eyes crinkled as he laughed and the sight made your heart soar. “Fair enough, love.”

Dinner went by smoothly and it wasn’t awkward at all––not that you were expecting it to, but it filled you with a sense of satisfaction and relief when there were no unpleasant silences or red flags that appeared suddenly. He really did seem perfect.

After you finished eating, you moved to his living room and cuddled up on the couch, Tessa joining the two of you immediately, relishing in the fact that she’d gotten double the attention and head pats she normally got.

You and Tom got lost in conversation, his hand running along your thigh mindlessly as you spoke, the solid eye contact showing you had his undivided attention. You fooled around a bit here and there, sure, but at the end of the day Tom was interested in and respected you above your body and it felt nice to be reminded of that.

You talked for hours and it’s only when he excused himself to the bathroom that you realized the time. You went to the kitchen to put your glass of water away when you heard him come back, easily finding you and making his way over.

“I had a really great time, Tom.” You smiled and looked at him when he placed his hands on your waist.

He licked his lips as he gazed over your features. “I’m glad. I did too.”

He leaned in for a kiss and you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer as you pressed your lips against his. The kiss was gentle and slow. Your breathing quickly synced up with his as you pressed up against each other. After a while, you both pulled away, only keeping a few inches of distance between you while you held each other.

“You know,” You spoke up quietly, eyes raking over his face. “I should get home. It’s getting late.”

Tom pouted and held you tighter. “Do you really have to go?”

You smiled almost sympathetically, his puppy dog eyes really having an effect on you. “Yeah Tommy, I really should.”

He tilted his head, “Let me drive you home then.”

Your smile turned more playful, “Already called the uber.”

His pout only deepened, turning more into a frown. “Cancel it.”

You raised a brow, “And pay five dollars? No thanks.”

He raised his brows as well, a hopeful look in his eyes. “What if I give you five dollars?”

You laughed and shook your head, stepping out of his arms to get your things. “Nice try.”

He narrowed his eyes at your retreating figure, though you couldn’t see. “You like to see me suffer, don’t you?”

“Me taking an uber is you suffering?”

He wrapped his arms around you from behind and leaned his head over your shoulder, burying his face in the crook of your neck and shamelessly breathing in your scent. “You refusing to let me take you home and give you a kiss goodnight is most definitely me suffering.”

You put your purse over your shoulder and let your hands trace over the veins in his arms, resting your head on top of his. “You can still give me a goodnight kiss. Just...outside your apartment.”

His voice was muffled but you could hear the pout just the same. “S’not the same.”

You stifled your laugh and waddled over to where your shoes were, Tom still wrapped around you. You looked over at him. “You gonna let me put my shoes on?”

He looked at you and sighed loudly, trying to hide the smile on his face while he got down on his knees to help you put your shoes on. You let him have this since he was being such a baby about not driving you home––an adorable baby, but still.

By the time the uber came, you were both outside waiting. Tom opened the door for you and made sure it was in fact your ride before giving you a kiss and helping you get in, mumbling complaints about how the kiss lacked the oomf he was looking for.

He looked at you earnestly once you settled in, placing a hand on your cheek. “Get home safe, okay? Text me when you get there.”

You pursed your lips to prevent yourself from joking about his behavior and nodded. “I will, Tommy.” You leaned into his touch and squeezed his hand. “See you.”

He paused and bent down to pull you in for another, much more enticing kiss that had you leaning up for more, but just as he was about to slip his tongue into the mix, he remembered where you were. He pulled away slowly, his thumb rubbing circles on your cheek softly. “Goodnight.”

Your voice was small, eyes wide. “Night.”

He smirked and pinched your cheek lightly before stepping back and shutting the door. He stayed on the sidewalk until you drove off, only going up to his apartment when you reached the end of the block.

You were honestly daydreaming until the driver spoke up, knocking you out of it.

“You guys look cute together.”

A smile made its way onto your face before you knew it. “Thank you.”

––❊––

A week later when Tom invited you over to watch a film, you thought you were going to watch a movie––and rightfully so. With Tom, it always took the two of you some time to figure out what you wanted to watch––so you could imagine your surprise when he led you to his room, saying he set everything up already.

He smirked. “Trust me, darling.” He squeezed your hand as you got closer to his room. “You’ll like this one.” His tone was soft but teasing and your brows furrowed in confusion...until you stepped into his room and noticed what was on his tv, ready to play.

He pulled you closer and stood behind you. “This came out last night.” It was the video you’d shot with him last month. “Wanted to watch it.” He kissed your neck, whispering into your skin. “More than anything, honestly.” His hands squeezed your waist before sliding under your shirt. “But I knew it’d be much,” he kissed higher and higher, “much,” he licked your earlobe and bit it softly, “better if we watched it together.” He licked his lips, holding you tight as he tilted his head to look at you over your shoulder. “Don’t you think?”

You bit your lip, your eyes focusing on the cover picture for the video––one of his hands on your ass, the other wrapped around your waist, his cock inside of you. You remember the stretch, the fire you felt inside of you just from the intensity in his gaze as he looked up at you.

You nodded, “Yeah I––I want to.”

He smiled. “Good.” He kissed your cheek, his hands reaching for the hem of your shirt. “Let’s get this off, yeah?” He pulled the shirt off of you and let it fall to the floor then undid your bra before sliding it down your arms and letting it fall beside your shirt. He kissed his way down your spine as he bent down, his hands reaching for your pants and underwear at the same time. He pulled them both down slowly, letting his lips trail after his hands, each kiss sending you further into a frenzy.

Once you stepped out of them he let his hands slide back up your body as he stood up. He kissed your shoulder then turned you around, stopping your hands when you tried to reach for his shirt. When you looked at him with a confused pout, he smiled and gave you a sweet kiss, his thumbs rubbing the back of your hands as he held them.

“I’m gonna stay dressed for a little bit, okay?”

You tilted your head, only more confused. “Why?”

He licked his lips, looking at you earnestly. “Do you trust me?” You nodded immediately and he felt something warm burst in his chest. He pulled you towards the bed. “Come.”

He got onto the bed in the middle and turned you around so that you were lying between his legs, pressing play on the remote. He spoke softly as you settled in. “We’re going to watch our video together and I’m going to touch you the entire time, okay?” You felt your breath hitch, almost as if you were no longer in control of your body as you nodded. “But if you look away from the screen,” he started, letting his hands trail along your body, wherever he could reach, “I stop.”

He tilted his head to look at you, “What do you say, hm?” His touch was gentle, barely there, but it sent a rush down your body, already working you up.

Your voice was barely a whisper. “Okay.”

Tom’s hands trailed along your sides gently as the video played, only letting them wander when the video got steamier, his hands pulling you back against his crotch on the screen. A strong wave of heat spread through your body, the desperation and want climbing to the surface with every touch. You started to squirm, your breath getting heavier, nipples harder with each passing second.

Your eyes were focused on the screen, but your mind was elsewhere, distracted by the feeling of Tom’s fingertips grazing over your pebbled nipples, along your torso, the sides of your legs. Your thighs started rubbing together on their own, your body aching to relieve some tension but Tom was quick to notice and spread your legs with his hands.

“No, you don’t get to touch yet, baby.” You whined quietly and he shushed you. “Be a good girl.” He cooed. “Know you want to be my good girl, don’t you?”

You nodded, already slipping into your submissive headspace. “Your good girl.”

He kissed your cheek in silent praise, trailing his kisses down to your neck. The kisses were long, hypnotic, sensual and they weren’t doing anything to help you keep your head on straight.

When you moaned softly and tilted your head back to give him more access, he tutted, bringing a hand up from your thigh to hold under your jaw. He pulled your head back up, his mouth grazing your ear. “Keep your eyes on the screen, darling.”

You watched as he spread you open and devoured you on the screen, stretching you out with his fingers––you remember how full you felt from just his fingers, and then from his cock and the thought was enough to have you clenching desperately around nothing, your hips bucking aimlessly in the air as Tom teased you. He bit your neck gently and put your legs over his own, spreading you wide open for him yet again, the combination of those actions making you whine desperately.

Slowly, he inched his hand down and grazed his fingers over your cunt, humming amusedly, when you raised your hips subconsciously. You were already aching for him to touch you, to fill you up and he was having the time of his life teasing you. But you could tell what refusing you was doing to him, you could feel his hardness against your back––he wanted you just as much as you wanted him.

He spent five minutes just teasing you, meanwhile on the screen you’d just reached your first orgasm and you found yourself envious of the you in the video. You rolled your hips, your cunt grazing his fingertips. “Please Tommy.” You licked your lips and turned your head, forcing him to pull away from your neck and look at you. “Need you to touch me.”

He smirked letting his lower hand move to your inner thigh, the pads of his fingers caressing the sensitive skin. “I am touching you, darling.”

You brought one hand up behind your head to grab his hair, the other gripping his hand on your thigh. Your voice was the embodiment of desperation and unfiltered thirst as you spoke up over the sounds of your second orgasm in the video. “Please––” You placed his hand on your throbbing cunt and sighed even from the slightest pressure. “Touch me here.”

Tom’s cocky essence faltered for a moment, his pupils dilating, breath heavying––but it was quick to return as he rubbed your pussy with all of his fingers sloppily, spreading the mess. “Oh is this what you wanted? Hm?” You could feel the vibrations of his voice from his chest against your back as he purred into your ear, one of his fingers slipping past your velvet walls. You moaned breathlessly, the relief you felt evident in the way your body sunk into him. “Always such a desperate girl for me, aren’t you?” He slipped another finger in and chuckled at the way you moaned for him. “Yeah,” he cooed, “always so needy. Don’t worry baby, I’ll take good care of you.”

He pressed his lips against yours, swallowing your moans as his tongue toyed with your own. The kiss was sloppy but passionate, making you buck your hips onto his fingers. When he pulled away from the kiss, he let his gaze trail down to your plump, wet lips, feeling his own quirk up when you tried to lean in for more.

“Eyes back on the screen, love.”

Knowing he’d only tease you more and possibly drag this out longer than intended, you decided against defying him and turned your head, biting your lip to stop yourself from whining.

He nuzzled back into your neck, “Good girl.” He picked up the pace of his fingers, pumping them into you at an angle, pressing them against your sweet spot. His palm pressed against your clit and you jolted, leaning further into his touch. He thrust his fingers into you as far as they could go, moaning against your neck when you mewled, letting his palm rub against your bundle of nerves.

He held you against him with one arm around your middle to prevent you from squirming away, his thighs spread out completely to keep you wide open for him as you panted and writhed, your eyes barely open as you watched yourself near your third orgasm, your body almost reminding you of what it felt like, the white hot pleasure spreading from your core to the rest of your limbs. You were so close you could feel it, your mind and body preparing for it.

Tom licked a stripe up your neck, biting down and sucking hard, his fingers moving with more purpose inside of you. “Can tell you need release, love.” His voice was quiet, practically slurred as he dragged his slick lips over your skin, only igniting the flame inside of you further. “This cunt is sucking me in, begging to cum.”

Through almost slitted eyes you could see your legs starting to tremble on the screen, sweet moans and gasps escaping your lips. Tom’s voice was in your ear, lulling you, hypnotizing you as you climbed closer and closer towards your peak. “Cum for me baby, give it to me.” At his command, it was as if your body flipped a switch, the dam finally breaking. Your legs twitched and he made sure to keep them apart with his own, fucking his fingers into you harder as your mouth dropped open, your eyes fluttering shut as you let out a broken moan. Your hips were almost violently bucking into his hand, your breaths heavy but short and unsteady as you buried your head further into his shoulder, your body not sure how to handle the pleasure.

As your high washed over you, he slipped his fingers out. He rubbed your clit as he did before, spreading your wetness all over your mound as the aftershocks hit you. “That’s it,” he cooed. “There we go. Is that better, lovie?” His voice was so sweet, despite the dash of condescension sprinkled in it––it only made you want him more.

He swiped his fingers through your folds for good measure and brought them up to your lips, a small sigh escaping him when they parted immediately for him. You sucked his fingers eagerly, bucking your head as he thrusted them in and out slowly.

After watching you in awe until he couldn’t take it anymore, without warning, he took his fingers out and put them back on your cunt, pressing his lips against yours, muffling your moans. “Let me have a taste, don’t be greedy, darling.” He practically shoved his tongue into your mouth, eager to taste you any way he could. Both of your lips were plump and shiny in spit and your slick––you felt filthy in the best way.

The video was still playing and you could hear the sounds of Tom fucking you, his cock covered in your slick, you remembered it clear as day and could picture it without even looking. You moaned wantonly, “Need your cock, Tommy. Please.”

He smirked against your lips and bit your bottom one teasingly before pulling away, “What,” he thrusted his fingers back into you without warning, making you moan even louder. “This greedy pussy need more? You wanna be filled with my cock? My fingers weren’t enough?”

You looked at him pleadingly, your eyes glassy with lust and he kissed you once again, knocking the breath out of you. “I’ll give you what you need, darling. Don’t you worry.” He helped you off of him and hastily took his clothes off, chuckling when your hands came to help him discard everything, the desperation clear in your actions.

Once he was fully undressed, he sat back against the headboard and ushered you onto his lap, his hands easily finding your waist as you settled on top of him. He looked up at you fondly, the lust clear as day in his eyes as he grabbed his member with one hand, raising you up with the other. “You ready, lovie?”

You nodded and he smiled, before slowly sinking his cock into you, the both of you moaning at the tight fit, the mess between your thighs making him glide into you smoothly. You rested your forehead against his until he bottomed out. Both of his hands came to grab at your ass, spreading the cheeks apart and pushing them together as you eased yourself up and down his cock.

“God––just like that baby. Take my cock so well.”

You whined in response and centered yourself before finding a solid pace, the both of you locking eyes with each other. “Fuck––” you grabbed onto his shoulders to steady yourself. “You feel so––good, Tommy.”

He cursed, bucking his hips into you. “Yeah, my cock fills you up nice and good, hm?”

You nodded your head and let it tilt back, your eyes fluttering shut as you focused on the pleasure. Your thighs were slapping against his, your moans choppy, cut off with every thrust. The pit in your stomach was expanding with every bounce, every slap of Tom’s hands against your cheeks.

He started thrusting up into you harder and faster, his hands now gripping your waist and practically fucking you onto his cock himself. You lifted your head and with one look at you, Tom could tell you needed more. He pulled you into him and wrapped his arms around your waist, letting you tuck your head into the crook of his neck. “I’ve got you baby.”

He planted his feet on the bed and started thrusting wildly, much quicker than before and your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your mouth falling open in shock at how good you felt. “F–Fuck!––”

His hands slid along your back, holding you in place as he grunted and moaned in your ear. “Feel so fucking good, angel. So tight.” The sound of his hips slapping against your ass was deafening and you could feel your peak coming closer and closer with each thrust.

His hand came down against your skin and you clenched around him, making him groan loudly. “Gonna cum inside this tight pussy baby, oh fuck––Cum with me baby come on, drench my cock so I can fill you up.”

Your high hit you hard, your body trembling on top of him as you gasped and writhed in his hold, your walls tightening around his cock, his hips thrusting hard until he peaked as well, coating your insides. He slid his hands down to your ass and grabbed it, bucking his hips a few more times slowly to drag out your pleasure.

You stayed like that for a while, his hands roaming and caressing your back as you caught your breath. Your bodies were spent, but your minds were soothed. He kissed your shoulder and eased your head up to look in your eyes with a small smile. “Feel okay?”

You bit your lip, smiling as you nodded, your eyes wanting to shut, even more so when he brought a hand up to hold your face.

“Would you like to stay over?” He ran a thumb over your cheek and you leaned into his touch, soothed by the gesture––it’s as if he knew you needed something as small as that to convince you to stay.

You smiled, “I mean, if you’ll have me.”

He chuckled and shook his head. “Can’t imagine a world where I wouldn’t, love.”

––❊––

You started going over to Tom’s house more often, joking that it was mainly to see Tessa, but you both knew the truth. Your relationship blossomed, and though you didn’t put a label on it…yet, you were happy, you both were.

The two of you were cuddled up in his bed, having spent the day together. You’d both just woken up from your nap, you were both kind of tired and thought, why not?

“So I was thinking...” Tom started, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin, under your shirt as he looked at you.

“Oh boy,” You teased.

He pinched your side playfully, scrunching up his face in protest, “Hey!”

You laughed, “I’m kidding.” You brought your hand down to hold his. “Go on.”

“Anyway, as I was saying.” He said sassily. “Since the viewers seemed to really like seeing us work together,” He focused on your hands, too nervous to look in your eyes all of a sudden. “And since we’re obviously a good pair together, I was wondering…if you maybe wanted to film something with me?” He looked up at you and you could see the hesitance in his gaze, the vulnerability. “Like just us and the camera at my place?”

You paused and stopped breathing for a moment––sure you’d filmed a scene with him before and the viewers got to see a bit of your chemistry already, but if it was a personal video that you were making, basically a sex tape, it felt much more intimate, like letting people in on a private part of your life.

When you took a bit to respond, Tom spoke up. “You don’t have to I just––”

“I want to.” You squeezed his hand and looked into his eyes earnestly, softening when you noticed a smile stretch onto his face. “I’d love to.”

“Yeah?” His voice was small but cheerful, full of adoration as he watched you nod and smile up at him. He leaned down to kiss you and you eagerly responded, bringing a hand up to tug at his curls, loving the groan he let out between your lips. Without disconnecting from the kiss, he moved over, placing himself in between your legs and pressing himself down onto you, reveling in the soft gasp that escaped you.

“Did you mean–” You started, between kisses. “Right now?”

His lips curved into a smile as he continued kissing you. “No,” his hand squeezed your side playfully as he pulled away to look down at you, a cheeky glint in his eyes. “But we could always practice, yeah?”

You licked your lips which definitely didn’t go unnoticed by him. “I guess you’re right.”

He scrunched his nose adorably, contrasting wildly with the enticing feeling of his hand sliding along the side of your thigh, up the curve of your ass. “Nonsense, darling. I’m always right.” Before you could respond, he pressed his lips back to yours and lifted one of your legs towards him––you got the message and wrapped both around his waist as he started grinding onto you.

As you got lost in the feeling of him you couldn’t help but think, maybe so.

––❊––

Even though the last time you worked with Sebastian he said you’d “definitely do this again”, part of you honestly thought he was just saying that. So when you got a message from him, saying that he had a video he wanted to shoot with you at the end of the week, you were surprised but most importantly excited. And when he told you that there wasn’t a detailed script for it, you were more excited than before.

Sebastian was known for improvising during his videos to make everything feel more natural, to get real reactions from the people he was working with and to get really immersed into the scene, and you’d gotten a little taste of that last time. But he was also known for being a notoriously good dirty talker, the cheesy scripts never having lines even close to being as good as the ones he improvised.

The comments under his videos were always praising his dirty talk, along with his skill, and for good reason. You’d find yourself coming from his words alone when you watched his videos and the thought that you’d get to be on the receiving end of them was enough to send your mind into overdrive.

You’d be filming in one of the sets at work today, in one of the fake bedrooms since there was no actual plot behind the scene, just passionate sex––Sebastian’s words.

When you walked in Sebastian perked up immediately, coming over to greet you. “Hi doll,” he hugged you with a big smile, his eyes quickly glancing down to your exposed collarbone to your eyes as he licked his lips. The scene would be starting with the both of you making out on the bed, already naked, so the both of you were just in your robes, ready to go.

You smiled back. “Hi Seb.” He’d insisted you call him that since you’d been talking now and then since the last time you’d worked and you were glad to see his brows raise slightly at the sound of his nickname falling from your lips, clearly pleased.

He bit his lip through his smile, “You nervous?”

You shrugged sheepishly, “Maybe a little.”

His eyes crinkled as he laughed slightly. “You have nothing to worry about, I promise.” He took your hand gently. “I’ve got you, remember? I’ll take good care of you, you know that.”

You bit your lip and nodded, a glint in your eyes. “I do.”

His eyes darkened ever so slightly and he ushered you towards the bed.

This was a more laid back and intimate shoot so there were only a few people in the room besides you and Seb, one cameraman, another in charge of lighting and the director, but when he looked at you, you were quick to forget where you were and that anyone else was even in the room with you.

You barely heard when the director said action, all your senses too focused on the man hovering above you as he leaned down to kiss you, but not before giving you a sly wink. He leaned in and pressed his lips against yours, grinding his bare lower half into yours as you wrapped your legs around him, pulling him closer.

You could feel him getting harder as he grinded onto you and you sighed, bucking your hips to meet his as he licked into your mouth languidly, wanting you to feel every single thing he was doing to you. One of his hands came up to tilt your jaw up as he kissed you deeply, his tongue eagerly and sensually toying with yours before he sucked on it and closed his lips around yours, swallowing your moans.

He kept at it, teasing you with his mouth and his cock until he could feel your wetness sliding along his thick member and until you were panting into the kiss. He pulled away and looked into your eyes, his mouth dropped open as he stared at you with lust coating his gaze. He leaned in for another, wet, passionate kiss, before kissing your cheek and along your jaw to nibble on your earlobe teasingly. His breath was hot and sending tingles down your body as he spoke.

“I’ve been dying to eat your pretty pussy again.” He licked along the shell of your ear and sucked on the lobe before pulling away to get a good look at you, his blue eyes practically hypnotizing you. “Would you like that darlin’?” He slid his hand down your neck, and trailed it down your body, pushing your thigh open to rest his hand between your legs and tap on your clit, smiling when you bucked into him. “Would you like having my mouth back on you? My tongue fucking you?”

You bit your lip to stop the moan from escaping but Sebastian caught on and brought his hand back up to tug your lip free, licking his own as he watched you. “Just say the word pretty girl, and I’m all yours.”

“Please––”

He smirked, looking at you innocently, eyes wide. “Please what?”

You mustered the most seductive look you could and batted your lashes at him, a small pout on your luscious lips. “Please eat my pussy. Pretty please.”

He clenched his jaw and passed his tongue under his top teeth, eyes watching you like you were his prey. “Good girl.” He made his way down, keeping his eyes on yours as he kissed along your legs, his hands gliding along your soft skin. As soon as he was in position, he wasted no time, diving into you tongue first, leaving a sloppy kiss on your lips that immediately had your back arching. He hummed, amused and clearly turned on as he began grinding into the mattress slightly, one hand coming up to press down on your stomach, the other pushing your thigh back as he made out with your pussy.

He was clearly enjoying himself as much as you, groaning and moaning into you, occasionally closing his eyes to just feel you out with his tongue, his hand gripping your thigh tight. But when he noticed both of your hands gripping at the sheets, knowing you didn’t want to pull his hair too hard, he took them in his own and held them down on either side of you, his eyes practically pinning you in place as he looked up at you cheekily.

It didn’t take long for you to feel that familiar bubble growing in the pit of your stomach with Sebastian being an expert at his craft. He was observant and you could tell that he’d picked up on what you’d liked the last time you’d worked together, even though it was weeks ago, he’d stored that information for later and it was clearly paying off. He was licking and touching all the right spots and within no time, you were coming on his tongue and he was eagerly lapping up your wetness, making a mess between your thighs.

Your back arched, your stomach quivering from the pleasure as your eyes fluttered shut. You cursed into the hot air of the room, your voice shaky, the only other sound being the shameless slurping and groaning between your legs. You opened your eyes to find Sebasian already looking at you, and you could tell he wasn’t satisfied enough.

Without giving you a moment to collect yourself, Sebastian got up on his knees and bent your legs back, spreading you wide open for him, his eyes narrowed in on your pulsing pussy. He’d told you beforehand that he was planning on making you cum over and over again and you could tell he wasn’t one to go back on his word.

“Still taste fucking delicious.” He practically growled and licked his lips before sucking on his tongue and spitting on your cunt, his eyes shooting up to yours when you gasped lightly. You felt it trickle down your slit and moaned before a yelp escaped your lips when he leaned down and spread his spit around with his tongue quickly, your body shivering under him, still sensitive from your high.

His hands were keeping your thighs spread apart, folding you in half, but the burn was only fueling your lust. His tongue was moving fast but precisely, knowing exactly what to do to keep that rush of pleasure throughout your body. “Play with your tits baby.” You whined in response and brought your hands up to squeeze your breasts and tug and tease your nipples. “That’s it, just like that. Wanna make you cum again, okay?” You nodded desperately and he smiled, leaning back in to please you with his mouth.

Between the way he was looking up at you, getting riled up just from touching you, the way his tongue and lips felt around your clit and the way your fingertips were grazing your pebbled nipples, it was all too much. You let out a string of sharp moans, your breath getting quicker and quicker by the second as your thighs strained under Sebastian’s hands. Your legs were trembling but he didn’t let up until you came with a cry, your hands desperately squeezing your breasts as your mouth dropped open.

He didn’t pull away until your hand came down to half-heartedly push him away, too overwhelmed. You felt his lips curve into a smile as he trailed his way up your body to kiss your lips which you eagerly accepted, your hands coming up to tug his hair, making him groan temptingly into your mouth.

You reached down to wrap your hand around him to help him relieve himself, knowing he was probably aching for a release and he groaned and pulled away to look down at your hand. “Shit–” He clenched his jaw, visibly trying to control himself before grabbing your wrist gently but firmly, looking up at you with a playfully stern look. “Not today, sweetheart.”

You pouted, completely enchanted in your little bubble with him. “Wanna make you feel good too.”

He smiled and brought your hand up to kiss your knuckles. “You will baby, I promise. You’ll make me feel so good.” He gave you a quick kiss and turned you over on all fours. His hands slid over your ass before he slapped one of your cheeks fondly, the sound echoing in the room as you mewled. “But I’m gonna stretch you out for me first, okay?”

You nodded, but he tutted, slapping your ass again, this time as a warning. “Words baby, come on.”

“Okay.” You turned to see the pleased smile on his face.

“Good girl.” He cooed, sliding a hand along your spine to push your arch further before grabbing your ass with both hands and spreading them to see your wet lips. “God look at you,” he spanked you again lightly, enticed by the way your ass jiggled under his palm. “So fucking pretty.” You whined from his words and almost lurched forward from the feeling of his tongue back on you, but his hands were quick to hold your thighs and keep you from jumping away.

He moaned and sunk further into you, his fingertips pressing into your skin. You buried your face into the sheets and whimpered. “I thought you––fuck–”

You felt him panting against your heat when he pulled away to answer you. “I know baby, I know. I’m gonna fuck you I promise, your pussy’s just drooling for me, sweetheart, begging for me to lick it again.” He breathed out, “Just let me get one more taste and I promise I’ll get you ready for my cock, okay?”

You nodded and let out a quiet “okay” and he dove back in, licking a torturously long stripe up your slit before sucking on your clit harshly and pulling away with a loud smack. He slid a finger in and cursed at how wet you felt inside, “Can’t even imagine how much you’re gonna wet my cock baby girl.” You gripped the sheets desperately, this close to drooling on them when he slid a second finger in and curled it, making you moan loudly.

“Mm,” he laughed enticingly, “that’s the spot isn’t it? Yeah, that’s it. That feel good?” You nodded desperately, bucking into his touch and he bit his lip, cooing down at you. “Yeah I know it does baby, can feel you clenching around my fingers.”

He brought his thumb down to your clit, holding you still when you jolted. “Need you to cum on my fingers okay? Then I can fill you up with my cock the way you need.” He pressed his lips to your ass, biting it cheekily and you could feel his eyes on you as you squirmed underneath him.

Soon enough, you were panting and moaning, your body trembling as you came, his fingers and words encouraging you through your high and making your eyes roll back. “There you go, make a mess on my fingers––so good for me.”

He slid his fingers out of you and you whined when you looked back to see him cleaning them with his tongue, sucking your wetness off, he really was drunk on your taste. He pulled you up and gave you a wet kiss, letting you taste yourself. You were both moaning into each other, Sebastian’s hands roaming all over your body, one hand grabbing your ass, the other gripping your waist as he moved the both of you around.

Within no time, he was sitting against the headboard, his hands pulling you over his hips as he looked up at you with hunger in his gaze. “This cock is yours baby, take it.”

You swallowed a whimper and grabbed his member, swiping it between your folds, making him buck into you slightly and hiss. “Fuck, don’t tease me baby, please.” His hands gripped your waist. “Put me inside, come on.” You smiled and put the tip in before sliding down slowly, the both of you moaning out loud.

“Your little pussy feels so tight––so good around my cock, gorgeous, fuck.”

“Think you can take it deeper princess?” You slid down further on his cock and he groaned, his hands digging into your ass before one of his arms slid around your waist to hold you close. “That’s it, take my cock baby, such a good girl––”

You bounced up and down slowly to get used to the stretch and Sebastian’s eyes were trained on you, entranced by how you looked bouncing on him. “Look so fucking good, doll. Feel amazing too.” He leaned forward and left kisses on your chest, before swirling his tongue around your nipple and sucking, making you cry out, one of your hands digging into his shoulder, the other grabbing his hair, making him moan around you sinfully.

When your pace started to falter, he quickly took over. He bent his knees and started to pound into you from underneath and you gasped, trying to bury your face in the crook of his neck, overwhelmed by the force and speed behind his thrusts but he brought his hand up to grab your throat and pull you up, his hips never ceasing.

“Look at me baby, look at me while you take that cock.”

Your brows were furrowed as you looked at him, your eyes aching to flutter shut but also mesmerized by the sight in front of you. The sound of his hips slapping against your ass was loud and hypnotizing, his pace never faltering and repeatedly hitting your special spot.

His eyes never drifted from your face, gaze flitting from your eyes to your lips occasionally before he’d pull you in for a reeling kiss. After a couple minutes you could feel yourself getting close again, your third orgasm needing a bit more effort to reach. You were pushing your hips back to meet Sebastian’s thrusts, the ache in your stomach almost unbearable, the pressure needing to snap soon.

He could tell you were getting desperate and luckily enough, he was getting close as well. “You wanna feel me drip inside of you baby, want me to fill you up with my cum?” You whined and he cursed at the sound and the feeling of you clenching around him from his words. “Can tell you’re close––Cum with me baby, wanna feel you cum around my cock while I fill you up.”

He brought his hand back down to your ass and let you lean forward to kiss and bite at his neck. You slid your hand down your body to rub at your clit but he was quick to move your hand away, his voice gruff and hot in your ear. “Ah ah, that’s my job baby, you know that. You just stay there and feel good, okay?”

You moaned loudly in his ear and he chuckled, rubbing your clit furiously as you both bucked into each other desperately. “Yes fuck me back baby, squeeze me with that tight little pussy, yes yes––”

You tensed above him as your mouth dropped open, your legs trembling around him and he kept thrusting into you as he came as well with a loud groan. “Fuuuck––” He thrusted a few more times, letting the both of your releases slide down his cock before he fucked them back into you, making you whine.

His hands came down to grab your ass again and he spread your cheeks, letting his cock slide in and out of you a few times for the camera before the director said cut. She praised you guys and the crew started wrapping everything up, letting you and Sebastian cool off together, seeing you were in your own little world.

You both sat up, still connected and smiled at each other. Sebastian’s hands trailed over your back soothingly as his eyes glinted up at you. “How you feelin’ doll?” He licked his lips, clearly knowing the answer, but you indulged him.

You let your fingers play with the hair at the nape of his neck and smiled when his eyes fluttered shut for a second, his head leaning further into your touch. “Really good. Amazing, honestly.” You tilted your head teasingly, “You really know how to treat a girl, huh?”

His cheeks turned a subtle shade of pink as he laughed sheepishly. “I try.” It was honestly charming that despite his reputation, he was still humble and flustered from compliments. “That was probably one of the best shoots I’ve ever done, honestly.”

You raised your brows, surprised and flattered. “Really?”

He bit his lip and nodded. “Really.” He squeezed your waist playfully, “I should thank you for working with me again, I hope I made it worth your while.”

You clenched around him teasingly and he gasped softly, “I think I should be the one thanking you.”

He hummed, “Well then we’re both thankful for each other then, how’s that?”

You nodded with a smile, “Okay.”

He leaned in for a quick kiss that may have turned into a few more pecks, just as a way of wrapping up the scene and comforting each other while you calmed down, your hands holding and caressing each other softly. But soon, you were both cleaned up, back in your robes and Sebastian was walking you to your dressing room.

When you reached it, the both of you stopped and sighed. “Alright,” he placed a hand on your waist and gave you a friendly kiss on the cheek. “I’ll see you doll. Get home safe, okay?”

“I will,” you smiled. “Bye Seb.” With that, he winked and was on his way and you made your way into your dressing room, shocked to find a familiar face on your couch, prompting a very familiar feeling to burst in your chest.

“Tom––”

He sat there, legs spread, his phone in his hand as he stared up at you with a smile, his eyes quickly flitting from Sebastian’s retreating figure to you. “Darling.”

You closed the door and walked into his open arms as he sat up, setting his phone aside and motioning for you to come over. He slid his arms around your waist and you placed your hands on his shoulders as you looked down at him. “What are you doing here?”

He pretended to be offended, his mouth dropping open. “Are you not happy to see me?”

You shook your head with a smile, “That’s not what I said.”

His mouth closed into a fond smile, his eyes twinkling as he looked up at you, resting his chin on your stomach. “I just wanted to see you.” You could see his cheeks turning the faintest shade of pink as his eyes widened slightly. You’d told him about the scene you’d be filming today and he couldn’t help but stop by. “If that’s okay? I guess I should have asked before showing up like this. I’m s––”

You laughed, the pretty sound making him trail off as he stared at you almost in awe. You brought a hand up to his cheek and looked down at him warmly. “It’s okay Tommy. It was a nice surprise.”

He raised his brows hopefully, “Yeah?”

You nodded, looking into his eyes. “Yeah.” You snapped out of your daze and tried to get out of his hold but he held you tighter, making you roll your eyes playfully. “Tom, I have to shower and get dressed.”

He buried his cheek in your stomach in response. “Don’t wanna let go.” His words were muffled against your robe. “You’re comfy.” Your hand came around to scratch at his scalp and he groaned, the vibrations strong against your stomach as he closed his eyes. “That’s definitely not helping you here.”

You looked up at the ceiling, more amused than exasperated. “Do you want to join me in the sh––”

He got up before you could finish your sentence. “Yes.” He took your hand with a cheeky smile and led you to the shower in your dressing room, stripping his clothes off while you untied your robe.

He turned the knob in the shower and you took the liberty of letting your eyes trace along the veins of his arms as he stretched, then the muscles in his back, and the curves of his ass, finding yourself getting distracted rather easily, so much so that you didn’t notice him talking to you at first until he waved his hand, with a cheeky smile on his face.

“You okay there? You seem a little distracted.”

You felt your cheeks heat up as you looked into his eyes. “Mhm no I’m––I’m good.”

He laughed, bringing his hand up to scratch the back of his head, no doubt to flex and get you more flustered. He licked his lips and hummed. “Well, come here.” You stepped forward embarrassingly quickly and he slipped his hands down to hold your waist gently as he leaned forward, letting his lips just about graze yours. You tilted your head and were about to close the distance between you when he swerved his head to whisper in your ear. “Let me know if the water’s good for you.”

You could feel him holding back his laughter and huffed out a breath as you shoved him aside, making him yelp before he cackled softly behind you. You leaned forward and put your hand under the water before retracting it almost immediately with a soft gasp.

You turned back to look at Tom, unsurprised to see his eyes flitting upwards from your lower half, wide half from concern and from being caught. “What––what’s wrong?”

“Tom, this is freezing.”

His head jerked back slightly as he looked at you, offended. “Wha––No it’s not, that’s a completely normal temperature.”

You shook your head, “No, it most definitely is not. Do you seriously shower in this?”

He nodded. “Every day, thank you very much.”

You turned back around to make it warmer, “Well this just won’t do.” You turned the knob a good amount and felt the water, adjusting it until you were satisfied. “There, that’s better.”

You looked back to see Tom staring at you incredulously. “There’s no way I’m getting in that.”

“What do you mean?”

“Love, there’s steam coming from it! Are you trying to cook us alive?”

You rolled your eyes, “Drama queen.” You sighed and went back to the knob, making a face to yourself when you realized there actually was steam coming from the water. You turned it as cold as you could handle, somewhere in the middle and stepped out of the way for Tom to test it. “This is the best compromise I can make.” You lifted your head, “Otherwise we can’t shower together.”

He pouted but tested the water, “Alright. I can deal with this.” He gave you a cheeky smile as he stepped closer to you. “For you.” He pressed his lips to your cheek and let you step in first, giving your ass a squeeze as you walked by him.

You took your time cleaning up, the both of you touching each other gently and soothingly as the water fell down on the two of you.

Tom spread the soap on your body for you, his hands lathering your chest, down to your stomach, then your arms, his eyes never leaving your face. He turned you around and spread the soap along your back, before one hand rested on your waist, the other reaching around you to slide it up your torso to your neck. His chest was pressed up against your back and you gasped quietly when he squeezed your throat ever so slightly, pressing his lips against your jaw and letting his hand trail back down and fall to his side briefly.

He stepped back and slid his hands down your back, bending down to let his hands fall over your ass, massaging them gently and generously before he lathered your legs as well.

When he stood back up, his hands followed, gliding up your curves tenderly, familiarly. “This okay?” You turned your head over your shoulder to find his lips mere inches away from yours and your eyes immediately drifted to them, your breath suddenly heavier.

You nodded, “More than okay.” You turned around and placed your hands on his chest, stepping closer to him. “But you know, you need some too.” You pressed your chest against his and he took a sharp inhale, his hands gripping your waist as best he could. You raised one leg, wrapping it around his waist and his hand was quick to glide along your leg to hold behind your knee and squeeze your thigh slightly, making sure you stayed steady.

You pressed your lips against his finally and he moaned quietly into your mouth, his lips moving gently against yours as one of his hands reached down to grab your ass cheekily and pull you impossibly closer. The two of you got lost in each other for a moment but you pulled away to catch your breath after a few minutes.

Tom took the soap and put some in your hands, winking after he put it back in it’s spot. “Don’t forget my back, darling.” He turned around and you smiled to yourself before rubbing it along his shoulders, into his skin, taking your time to feel him up as he did to you. You lathered him up, your fingers pressing into his ass generously, making him smirk to himself––people did tend to take a liking to it, according to the comments on in his videos, anyway.

You stepped closer to him and let your breasts press up against his back, bringing your arms around to caress and spread the soap on his torso as well. You let your hands slip down to his v-line every now and then and on the third time, he took a sharp breath and turned around, wrapping his arms around you and kissing you deeply, letting bbth your bodies go under the water to wash off.

He gave you a few quick pecks before pulling away and turning you back around so your back was against his chest and trailed one hand down your body, the other holding your neck and your jaw, tilting your head to face him. His lips grazed against yours as he spoke, his hand stopping just under your belly button.

“You’re probably still sensitive, yeah?”

You swallowed and nodded. “A little.”

He looked at you earnestly, and you could tell he was ready to collect himself and stop completely if you said so. “Do you want to stop?”

You shook your head, “No. Want you.”

His lips curved into a smile before he gave you a sweet kiss, muffling your gasp as his hand slid between your thighs. He spread your lips with two fingers before his middle tapped on your clit, making you jolt in his hold, prompting him to chuckle against your lips. “So fucking cute.”

He began rubbing your clit and your hips rolled into his touch, still sensitive from before, but nonetheless wanting more, your body always giving in to him. “I’ll make you feel so good,” he whispered, “even better than he did.” His other hand squeezed your throat lightly and you whimpered both from the not so subtle dig at Sebastian and the alluring pressure around your neck, your lips faltering against his, prompting him to take control of the kiss.

You tried to reach a hand behind to help him out but he held you tight. “I’ll take care of that after, you just let me take care of you, yeah?” He whispered against your lips before kissing you again, quickly distracting you. He slipped two fingers inside of you and crooked them precisely, sliding his thumb over your bundle of nerves before rubbing fiercely––the pressure building inside of you almost making your legs buckle.

You pulled away to moan breathlessly, your mouth dropped open as you stared into his eyes, completely at his mercy and you could see an almost enamored look in his eyes.

“Beautiful.” He whispered, almost to himself as he watched you, coming undone in his arms and that was enough for your head to fall back, your eyes fluttering shut as you let out a few high moans, your legs trembling under the warm water as he held you in place.

For a few seconds, you let your eyes stay closed, focusing on the water falling down on the both of you, the feeling of Tom’s hands and lips on your body as he guided you back to him. You blinked your eyes open to find him smiling at you softly, his gaze tracing over your features fondly as he rubbed your clit softly. You rolled your hips into his touch until he pulled his hand away, bringing it up to rest on your stomach to hold you close.

Turning around in his arms, you pressed your lips against his which he eagerly welcomed. You let one of your hands reach up to tug at his hair while the other trailed down his body to grab a hold of his hard member. He moaned against your lips and you smiled, starting to stroke him and you could tell he was already close. The fact that making you come was enough to send him close to the edge, sent another wave of arousal through your body and a boost to your ego.

You stroked him faster at a steady pace, sighing when his hands gripped your waist tightly, one of his hands sliding down to grab your ass. “Wanna make you feel good, Tommy.” He cursed quietly and you smiled. “Come for me, please?”

He groaned softly and leaned his forehead against yours, bucking his hips into your hand before he came, the water quickly washing it away. You stroked him a few more times slowly until he gasped slightly, overwhelmed from the stimulation.

He kissed your forehead and looked at you with a clearly satisfied smile. “You really are something else.”

You quickly rinsed off, sharing one more sweet kiss and got out of the shower, Tom helping you dry off afterwards. You both got dressed and were soon on your way out of the building.

As you reached the end of the lobby, he pushed the door open for you, guiding you with a hand on the small of your back. “Let me walk you to your car?”

You smiled and nodded, “I’d like that.”

You could see him hesitating for a bit as you walked side by side to the parking lot, his eyes looking down as his hand grazed yours a few times. Finally, after taking a deep breath, he reached over to hold your hand and looked over at you, eyes wide and vulnerable. “Is this okay?”

You swallowed and wrapped your hand around his, squeezing playfully to ease the both of your nerves. “It’s perfect.” You smiled and he smiled back, a light blush on his cheeks as he bit his lip to contain himself, looking back down to his feet sheepishly as he walked.

You could feel the flustered nerves bubbling in your stomach––though you and Tom were close, crazily enough, something as simple as holding hands felt like something more, something good.

––❊––

The next day you woke up to a text from Tom asking if he could come over with breakfast for the two of you and you eagerly accepted. You got out of bed and stayed in your pajamas, only washing up and brushing your teeth since Tom said he was coming by in his sweats anyway. You liked that you could be casual with each other, that you didn’t have to put up a front, or try really hard to impress one another––you liked being with him.

Though you didn’t have to dress up super nice or anything, you still decided to clean up your house a little bit, putting any dirty dishes you’d left around in the dishwasher and fixing up the pillows on the couch, stuff like that.

It was almost an hour later that Tom arrived, the sound of the doorbell sending an excited thrill through your body and a few butterflies in your stomach. You opened the door almost immediately and were greeted with that oh so familiar charming smile that had you flustered every time you saw it. Tom was wearing grey sweats, as he had mentioned, along with a black hoodie, the hood over his head––and he looked as good as ever.

“Morning, gorgeous.” He pressed a kiss to your cheek and you blinked a few times to wake yourself up from your reverie, stepping out of the way so he could come inside.

Your voice was soft as you watched him walk through the door like a crushing school-girl. “Hi Tommy.”

His eyes crinkled as his smile deepened from your nickname for him and he set the bag of food on the counter in your kitchen. He took his hood down and fluffed his hair with one hand half-heartedly and you could tell he was a bit distracted.

You walked up next to him and placed a hand on his jaw, turning him to face you. He looked into your eyes, his own wide and curious, but nonetheless, welcome to whatever you had to offer. It was adorable. “Thank you for the breakfast. You didn’t have to.” You gave him a small smile and he returned it, a light blush coating his cheeks.

His hands slid down to your waist and gripped it gently. “Of course.” He leaned closer so your noses were touching, “But I wanted to.” He pressed his lips against yours tentatively and you sighed softly as he pulled you closer, his embrace warm and comforting.

He gave you a few long, tender kisses before pulling away and taking a deep breath, his forehead against yours.

“You okay?”

He pulled back, his arms wrapped around your waist as he looked at you. “Yeah I just…I wanted to ask you something actually…” He looked between your eyes hesitantly and you could feel the nervous energy radiating off of him and seeping into you.

You swallowed, your nerves getting the best of you, and nodded slowly. “Okay…What’s up?”

He looked down and blew out a puff of air before looking back up at you. “Okay so…I’ve really liked spending time with you, getting to know you––in more ways than one,” he joked, to ease the tension. “And I––just really like being with you, holding you, calling you mine…So I was wondering if you wanted to make this a little more permanent?”

You could feel your heart beat faster in your chest.

He gave you a sheepish smile, “Will you be my girlfriend?”

You bit your lip but it was no use as the smile burst on your face. Tom gave you a lopsided grin, “I’ll take that as a yes?”

You nodded quickly, overcome with emotions––relief, happiness. “Yes, it’s a definite yes.”

“Good, that’s––that’s great.” He chuckled, unsure of what to do with himself. “I really like you.”

You placed your hands on his cheeks, your smile beaming on your face. “I really like you too.” You leaned back into him and kissed again, this time more passionately, more certain, but just as sweet.

After a short moment, you pulled away and Tom pouted at you, leaning back in for more. You obliged him, his pout getting the best of you, but the second time, you didn’t give in. When you dodged him, he simply went to your cheek and left a few small pecks there. “S’not very nice to deny your boyfriend his kisses, you know.”

You felt a tingly feeling inside from him calling himself your boyfriend and you knew at that moment, that feeling wouldn’t be going away any time soon. You laughed, the sound immediately making him smile against your cheek. You ran a hand through his hair and he hummed. “Well I don’t want the food you brought to go to waste.”

“Mm no we don’t want that.” He mumbled against your face, still leaving his kisses and you rolled your eyes, amused and flustered.

“Tommy,” he hummed and you laughed lightly. “Can we please eat?”

He sighed and stole a quick kiss before standing up straight, his hands still at your waist, a cheeky smile on his face. “Anything for my girl.”

He let you walk past him to where he set the food down but kept his hands on you, sliding his arms around your waist as he plopped his head over your shoulder. “Can you sit on my lap while we eat, though?”

You turned your head towards your shoulder to see him and he raised his brows a few times and you sighed. “Okay.”

He squeezed your sides playfully, smiling at your gasp. “Don’t act like you don’t want to. Besides, my lap is your official seat now, you’ve gotta claim it.”

You turned back to the food to get it out of the bag. “Okay fine. I’ll claim it now while we’re eating…And later as well, how’s that sound?”

His brows furrowed, “Later? What do you mean?”

You smiled, and pushed back into him, biting your lip when he moaned softly. “I’m sure you can figure it out, Tommy.”

“Shit––” His grip tightened on your waist. “You’re gonna kill me, you know that?”

You turned around and looked at him, a teasing glint in your eyes. “Is that a bad thing?”

He licked his lips and shook his head, “Not at all, darling,” caging you in against the counter with his arms, before leaning in to kiss you. “You can do whatever you want to me, I’m all yours.”

––❊––

@marvelouspeterparker​ 2021 –– please do not repost anywhere 

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[blindingdutchy]

switch | t.holland

{pornstar!tom x pornstar!reader}

summary: you may be the boss at work, but in Tom's bed there's not a chance in hell he'll ever let you take charge.

word count: 8,015

warnings: this is basically just porn. explicit warnings below divide. language.

18+!!! minors stay away!

warnings: sub!tom, dom!tom, spit play, degradation, voyeurism (it's porn wdy expect), oral (m+f recieving), unprotected sex (wrap it up folks), toy play (m+f recieving), bondage

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Today was the big day.

You'd been anticipating it and dreading it for weeks. Ever since your agent had informed you that Tom Holland had personally requested to film with you, it had been consuming your thoughts entirely. Of course, you were excited to know that someone as successful as him had wanted to do a shoot with you--but you couldn't help but to feel a little perplexed that it was him specifically.

The two of you were very nice creators, to put it quite plainly. Tom was a well known name in the industry, having climbed up from the very bottom with some crafty homemade videos, all the way to the top of the top. His work was recognizable, and he had a specific role he always played. Tom was very much the hot, cocky and dominant type on screen; not yet old enough in the face to pull off any sort of age play, he stuck to playing the arrogant dom who could get any girl to bend to his will.

And boy, oh boy, did he play it well, too.

You, however had more than staked your claim in the dominatrix industry. That hadn't been your start--you'd began your journey into porn filming home videos on a shitty phone camera all by yourself--but somewhere along the way you'd dipped your toes in only to be shoved in head first. It certainly wasn't a personal preference of yours, but the decision had paid off and you were more than content to play the role as long as it kept on giving.

The script had been given to you the week prior, and you'd nearly thought that maybe it was all a big mistake. There was no way Tom Holland wanted to film with you, let alone something so far off brand for him it was comical. Please, Tom playing a shy boy who lets you walk all over him--literally? It was preposterous.

And, yet, the director had confirmed with you that it had already been approved by the actor. According to him, the only change Tom had requested was that they removed the pegging scene; you had to admit you were more than a little grateful for that. That was one thing that made you squirm a little in regards to your persona.

It all felt just a little too surreal as you made your way to set that day, your hair in a messy bun and your face bare in preparation to be all done up by your makeup artist. You were still holding your breath in anticipation of someone jumping out to tell you it was all some elaborate prank, or to hear that Tom had bailed at the last second. In all honesty, you were one slip away from backing out yourself.

There was no reason as to why Tom made you so nervous. You'd seen him around before, passing each other by in the halls between sets of bumping into each other in the elevators, and he'd never been anything short of perfect. But, maybe that was exactly why you were so nervous to film with him.

It was obvious just from those brief interactions that Tom was exactly who he portrayed himself as on camera. A smooth talking, self-assured, commanding presence that refused to be taken as anything less than the man of the hour. When he spoke, people just naturally were inclined to listen, and there was a funny twitch of his smirking lips that always let on that he enjoyed it.

You? You, on the other hand, were probably the polar opposite of your domineering alter ego. Taking charge was not exactly your favorite in any circumstance, and having to do it day in and day out at work only made you want to lose control that much more. You would much rather have stepped out of your leather boots for the day, instead of stepping them all over Tom's bare body.

"Good morning, darling," you jumped at the sound of Tom's silky accent, looking up in surprise as your dressing room door shut behind you to see him sitting in the empty vanity beside your own, "ready for the big day?"

He looked more than a little out of place sitting amidst the chaotic clutter of your personal bubble. He was all smirking lips and perfectly glittering eyes, surrounded by a mess of leather outfits, shoes, and various props. Was that a whip hanging off of his seat? Your cheeks flushed and your belly fluttered at the sight, but you certainly weren't thinking of using it on him in the slightest.

Marlena, your makeup artist, shot you a smile as you slipped into your own vanity seat, fussing over Tom's hair and clicking her tongue as the curls refused to do what she wanted them to. "Good morning, Tom." you hummed, "Think I should be asking you that, yeah?"

Tom smirked and you pursed your lips, looking away from him to pick apart your own reflection. "I'm always ready. Been looking forward to this ever since they gave me the script, actually." he assured, and you raised an eyebrow at him curiously.

He'd been looking forward to working with you? Immediately your mind wandered into a murky sea of thoughts about Tom getting all hot and bothered over the many things you were meant to do to him in just an hour. Clearing your throat and doing your best not to squirm under his watchful eye, you mumbled a quiet, "Great."

If anything, his smirk only grew and you found yourself turning away as if that would somehow stop him from trailing his eyes all over your flustered form. You pinched your leg and took a deep breathe, releasing your hair from it's ratty bundle atop your head and busied yourself with getting in the zone. It was always a real process for you to get into the proper mindset to change into your film persona, and doing it with him in the room only made it that much more difficult.

Tom, thankfully, remained quiet until Marlena was adding the final touches to your makeup and hair. "Do you get nervous?" he asked, catching your attention as he leaned back into his seat with an inquisitive quirk of his head. It was then that you took notice of your fidgeting fingers and the way you kept cracking your joints anxiously.

"Not usually, no." you mused, and bit your cheek as you tried to calm your nerves.

"Do I make you nervous then, darling?"

Your eyes snapped back to Tom's face, and your lips twitched at the sight of the delighted smile that stretched across his cheeks. If you hadn't been so irritated with his ridiculous intuition, you'd probably have been far more bewitched by the charming crinkle of his eyes and the way his teeth poked out adorably. But, he was smirking at you and clearly pleased with the affect he had on you that didn't need to be spoken, and that frustrated you.

Luckily, an assistant poked her head into the room and called out, "Tom, you're wanted on set. Archie's gonna get a few solo shots of you while we wait for (Y/N)."

The instant the door shut behind him, you slumped in your seat with a quiet groan that made Marlena chuckle. "What's got you all flustered? I've never seen you so... twitchy." she questioned, and you stuck your tongue out at her in the mirror.

"I don't know," you grumbled, "I'm just--this is so not his brand, you know? It feels wrong."

Or, maybe it just felt wrong because you were more inclined to let him have his way with you just like you'd seen him take all those other women in his videos. You were incredibly familiar with Tom's work; and if you knew him beyond what he showed on camera, you'd probably have said you had a bit of a crush on him. Countless nights you had gotten yourself off to the sound of his voice, and the idea of finally hearing it in person got you excited.

Only, you wouldn't be hearing his usual words that you longed to hear him grown down your ear like he did all the other women. Instead, he'd be a whining, sobbing mess beneath your feet, and that just wasn't right. One thought, though, that kept you from running away from the deal was the fact that once you worked with him, the agency was more inclined to feature you two together again. So, maybe you'd get lucky and land in one of his videos down the road.

"Quiet on set!"

The black vinyl corset you'd worn a thousand times before felt far more constricting than normal as you waited for your cue to enter the frame. Tom, nearly unrecognizable in his nerdy garb, was performing the introduction to the film solo. You watched on curiously as he stammered and stuttered so well you were almost convinced he truly was a nervous, shy boy like his character.

He took the key in the brothel from the madam, and you took a deep breathe as his cheeks flushed red and he turned to open the door to give your cue. "Th-this one?" he asked, and the madam nodded with a devilish smirk that had him flustered.

"Sit."

You held your hands on your hips, suddenly freezing cold in your corset and faux-leather pants as Tom opened the door and gaped at you from behind the camera that was panned to get your opening shot. He wore glasses that he was repeatedly pushing up the bridge of his nose, and his hair was a perfectly arranged mess of curls. The camera panned around you, taking in your pose with one foot propped up on a chair.

Tom hesitated, and you repeated, "I won't ask again, boy. Sit." Kicking the chair across the floor, Tom stumbled over his feet to sit in it as you circled him to close the door and lock it. "Name?"

"T-Tom."

You gripped his shoulders, digging your nails into his flesh as you leaned close to speak in his ear, "You will address me as Miss, and I expect you to use your manners. Tom, what?"

Tom audibly swallowed, his cheeks flushing red all the way down his neck as your nose brushed along the shell of his ear. "My name is Tom, Miss." he choked out, and you grinned as you retracted from him entirely.

Circling him again as he sat in the chair, you admired the way he took on this new persona so expertly. He was slouched into the seat, his shoulders hunched and legs crossed at the ankles to keep him small--if he hadn't gotten into porn, than Tom certainly should have tried his hand at being an actor. His eyes followed your every move, head tilted back ever so slightly to look up at you timidly.

Following along with the script, you stood before him and bent at the waist until your face was level with his, giving the perfect shot of your ass to the camera as you spoke, "If at any time you need me to stop, then you must say the word red. If you say stop, I will keep going--remember that, Tom."

Tom licked his lips and nodded, eyelashes fluttering as he blinked nervously. His hands were wiping up and down his pant legs, and you noticed the already prominent tightening in the crotch that made your mouth water. Did he get off to this, or had he just prepared beforehand?

"Use your words when you address me, boy."

He jumped as your hands came down onto his thighs with a harsh smack, making your palms sting with the prick of a thousand needles. "Yes, Miss S-sorry, miss." he stuttered, and you hummed quietly under your breathe.

Your hands soothed over the harsh smack you'd delivered, trailing up his legs until you found his bulge with your palms. Holy fuck, he was a lot bigger than you'd thought from all that you'd seen on camera, and you had to stop yourself from clenching your legs in delight. Instead, you continued up his body until your hands reached around his neck and you wound your fingers into his hair, pulling hard until his head fell back to look up at you.

His brown eyes were wide and resembled the startled gaze of a deer in headlights, and you dipped down until your lips were ghosting over his. "What do you want, Tom? Hm?" you cooed, and the warm brown eyes fluttered shut in pleasure, "Want me to touch you?"

He nodded, and his eyes flew open as he caught his mistake, "Yes. Want you to touch me, Miss."

You wanted to touch him, too, but your character didn't agree. "Strip for me, Tom." you said, backing away again and waiting with your hands on your hips, "Only good boys get to be touched. Are you a good boy?"

Tom stood hesitantly, fingering the hem of his shirt for a moment as he stared at you bashfully. "I think so, Miss." he faltered.

"Don't make me ask you again," you urged, tapping your foot, "strip. Now."

He nodded, and with blushing cheeks he pulled his shirt over his head and dropped it to the floor. His pants followed, and his fingers trembled as they slipped under the waistband of his boxers with uncertainty. When his eyes met yours, though, he pulled them down too and kicked them away at last.

Tom looked even better in person, you realized as you stared at his bare body with a clenched jaw and stiff posture. His arms crossed over his abdomen, hands creeping down to cover his erection shyly, but you tapped his hand once with your riding crop in warning. "Don't cover yourself, Tom. Next time I won't be so gentle." you stated, and he swallowed harshly.

His hands dropped to his sides, fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white. Just as you opened your mouth to speak your next line, the director shouted, "Cut!"

Slumping, you huffed a quiet sigh of relief and dropped your crop on the floor. Tom, however, seemed to burst to life as his posture straightened and his hands relaxed at his sides at ease. He didn't have a care in the world as he left himself exposed for the entire crew to see, and grinned at you cheerfully, "That was really good!"

Priscilla, the director, bounded over to the two of you and informed, "We're cutting a few scenes--I know, I know, last minute changes suck. We're going to jump straight to the goods, though, so let's move this to the next set and get a move on."

You nodded along as she lead you from the first set to the next one, which was nearly identical except there was now a bed as the main focal point of the room. Immediately, you realized just how much was being skipped; gone were all the scenes of the teasing build up. You were jumping straight into the meat of the film, which meant it was time for your pants to disappear and for Tom to get all oiled up.

"Fuck, yes." he grinned, and you choked out a small laugh as he threw himself onto the bed excitedly. A lump formed in your throat, though, as you took in the sight of him spread-eagle on the mattress with his reddened erection standing tall for all to admire. As a few crew members began tying all four of his limbs to the bed posts, you stripped off your pants before slipping back into your heels.

"Ready?" Priscilla asked you, and you nodded, "Ready, Tom?"

Tom whooped, "Always, darling."

"Quiet on set! Places, and... Action!"

You climbed onto the bed and straddled Tom's hips, your clothed core ghosting over his length as you placed your hands onto his shoulders. He slipped right back into character, blushing and blinking up at you in anticipation of your next move. "Don't make a sound, or I'll stop, got it?" you warned.

"Yes, got it, Miss." he gulped, and you smiled devilishly. Lowering your hips until you pressed hard against his erection, you dragged yourself along from tip to base at an achingly slow pace. He was a bucking mess underneath you, and already your thighs were going numb with how hard you were resisting the urge to grind down into him harder.

His lips parted in a silent oath as you continued the agonizing movements, your nails trailing down his chest and leaving angry red trails over the flesh in their wake. Sliding back up, you gripped his chin with one hand and leaned over his face with puckered lips, "Open up, baby boy."

Tom's eyes widened as he opened his mouth, his cheeks squishing into your fingers and making him look like a little kid. You spit into his mouth harshly, squeezing his face until he closed his mouth and swallowed. "Good boy." you cooed.

"Thank you, Miss."

Immediately your hips stopped their assault, and he whined. "What did I say, Tom?" you raised your eyebrows expectantly, and he pouted up at you with a puffy lower lip.

"Don't make any noise, Miss." he grumbled, and you narrowed your eyes, "Sorry, Miss."

You smiled again, and his eyes widened in wonder as you leaned down to his lips once more. Capturing the lower lip that was jutted out just for you to taste between your teeth, you tugged and sucked it into your mouth with a tantalizing moan, "Mm, you taste good, Tom. Too bad you've been a bad boy, though. Bad boys don't get touched."

Tom's hips bucked up into yours, and you tutted to hide the way you really wanted to moan out loud. He pleaded, "P-please, Miss, I'll be a good boy. I promise, Miss." You licked over his lips and pulled away before he could catch you in a kiss, climbing off of him and off of the bed entirely.

He watched on in frustration as you ambled around the room slowly, trailing your fingers over the many toys, whips, crops, and flogs that hung on the walls. Eventually, you came across a blindfold and gag, picking them off their hooks with a smirk. Tom stared with unblinking eyes, awaiting your next move as you continued down the line.

Next, you picked up a cock-ring and nodded to yourself. Stalking back to the bed, you slapped his cheek lightly and commanded, "Open up."

Immediately his lips parted, and he groaned as you pushed the ball-gag into his mouth before roughly pulling his hair to lift his head from the pillow. Fastening it tightly, you pulled the blindfold over his eyes and asked, "Can you snap your fingers for me, Tom?"

He snapped his fingers, gargling against the ball-gag pitifully and making you laugh. "If you want me to stop, you have to snap your fingers, okay? Snap, if you understand." He clicked his fingers again, and you bit your lip as you twirled the metal cock-ring in your fingers.

Climbing back onto the bed, you straddled his thighs and dragged your finger tips over his lower abdomen, watching on with a watering mouth as the muscle contracted and rippled under your touch. Your fingers traced over the tip of his cock, and he twitched in surprise. Groaning, he bucked his hips up at you only to whine when you pinched his thigh threateningly.

Only once he finally settled down, relaxing back onto the bed and going still once more, did you wrap your fingers around his weeping length in a gentle grip. Spitting onto the tip, you swiped your thumb over the head before pumping him gently to spread the wetness down his shaft. Once your hand slipped over the flesh with ease you tightened your grip, jerking hard until his hips jumped up again.

Pulling out the cock ring, you traced it along the vein on the underside of his shaft, and smirked at the way he shivered at the cool touch. It was nothing compared to the way he shuddered as you leaned down to lick along the same trail, swirling your tongue around the head before finally wrapping your lips around his tip. A faltering, raspy breathe tore from his mouth at the contact, and you hummed around him.

All too soon you pulled away, leaving a glistening mess of spit leaking down his length as he groaned quietly. You pressed the ring onto him, sliding it slowly down his length until it was pressed firmly at the base and snug against his pelvis. "Does that feel alright?" you asked, and he nodded.

It was a sight to behold. Tom Holland, bound at all four limbs and blind to what you were doing. The silver ball in his mouth was glistening from his spit, drool leaking down his chin and cheeks, leaving his face a slick mess.

You scooted up the bed until you were hovering over his length, the shaft throbbing a deeper red with the reduced circulation. Grabbing him with a tight fist, you pulled your panties aside with the other and dragged his tip through your folds roughly. He whined, and you laughed, "Quiet, Tom, or I'll stop."

He fell silent again, and you teased his tip over your clit a few times, your back arching at the arcs of pleasure that tingled up your spine. You'd sufficiently coated yourself in lube before the scene, but something told you that you probably hadn't needed it. Normally your style of filming didn't turn you on in the slightest bit, but with Tom you were just aching to feel him.

You slid him back to your entrance and slowly sank onto him, gritting your teeth harshly to hold back from moaning loudly. Fuck, he felt so good. He was stretching you out perfectly--just the right size to bridge that gap between pleasure and pain, sending a delightful ache into the pit of your stomach. You watched as he strained against the gag, his lips curling around the ball and strap as more spit dripped down his chin.

"Feel good, Tom?" you cooed, rocking your hips against his pelvis as he sank into you to the hilt. You could feel every inch of him, throbbing and pulsing against your slick walls as his tip ground into your deepest spot. "Answer me, Tom."

He gargled against the ball, nodding furiously. "Good boy." you smirked, rising up onto your knees and dropping back down roughly. His tip bruised against your spot, and you clenched around him involuntarily eliciting a guttural moan from deep in his chest. As you repeated the movement, you couldn't help but to moan, too.

Rolling your hips again, you dug your fingers into his hips and picked up your pace. You moved as fast as you could, pulling up and dropping back down his length at a pace that had your teeth clashing and your thighs burning hotter than fire in protest. It was worth it, though, to hear the animalistic noises that escaped his throat and rolled all around the ball keeping his mouth stretched open.

Already your belly was tightening, that familiar fire spreading all across your middle as you began to sweat and shiver with anticipation, "You feel so good, baby boy. You like it when I fuck you like a toy? Like it when I ride your dick like its mine? God, you're such a little baby--whining like a bitch and begging for me to fuck you."

Tom whined loudly, nodding so fast your own head hurt empathetically. You kept up the pace, swirling your hips with every thrust just to feel every ridge of his cock against your walls. The sound of him choking on his drool mixed with the sound of your wet heat dripping between your hips delightfully, and you were close.

Dropping harshly once more, you switched to rocking your hips against his straining pelvis. The band at the base of his shaft rubbed your clit with every rolling motion, and you could feel his tip hitting that spot deeply as the coil in your belly tightened to its breaking point. Crying out his name, you came undone and ground into him as hard as you could.

He moaned, his hands coming up and fighting viciously against the bonds that held him down as he bucked his hips up into you desperately. "Ah, ah, Tom," you gasped, breathing heavily as you tried to calm down, "you've been a bad boy, remember? Bad boys don't get to cum."

Tom froze, and you grinned, "Wanna cum, baby boy? Wanna be my good boy?"

Whining, he nodded again, and you leaned down to bite his earlobe softly. "Too bad, Tom."

Pulling harshly at the tender skin as you backed off, you lifted your hips and let him fall from your dripping core to slap back against his stomach. He pleaded, gargling and fighting his restraints like a mad man, but you just laughed. Slapping his thigh, you climbed off of him completely and sat back on your heels.

"Cut!"

You let out a gasp of breathe as you finally could breath freely, your legs trembling as you reached up to peel the blindfold off of Tom and undo the gag in his mouth. He swallowed thickly, eyes blinking rapidly against the light as a few tears slipped down his cheeks. "Alright?" you asked, and it didn't look like his eyes truly focused as he looked at you in a daze.

Sucking in a breathe, he rasped, "Fuck, darling, you feel so fucking perfect."

Your cheeks blazed red at the compliment and he grinned lazily, pleased with making you flush once again. "You're... not too bad yourself, Holland." you remarked, and backed away from the bed to go find a robe before he could see just how worked up you truly were.

Wrapping up in a fluffy robe that a crew member extended to you, you kicked off your heels and padded across the floor until you reached Priscilla who was watching the playback with a grin. As you rounded the big screen, you could see why--it looked amazing. The camera captured all the angles just right; your devilish smirk, Tom's straining lips and spittle covered chin, his cock disappearing into your hole perfectly.

As Tom finally ambled over, wiping his chin and stretching his jaw out achingly, he shot you another lazy smile and turned to watch as well. "Damn, that looks great." he mused, and Priscilla squeaked happily.

"Great? It's perfect! All we need is a few stills of the both of you and I think that's a wrap." she corrected, shooting the two of you a thumbs up and marching off to find Archie, the photographer.

Your thighs clenched at the thought of sitting on Tom's hard length again, even if it was only for a few phony action shots. Glancing over, you noticed his robe tenting out between his legs and chuckled, "Sorry you didn't get to... you know."

Tom smirked over at you, and you pretended not to notice the not-so-subtle twitch of the tent as he flexed his length arrogantly. "S'alright, lovie. Could always help me out, yeah?" he teased, and you swallowed thickly.

"Try not to bust during these stills, and we'll see."

Your entire body was shaking as you raised your fist to knock at the wooden door, and as soon as the rapping sound echoed in your ears you considered turning and running away. What had you gotten yourself into? Already you were aching from the absolute beating you'd given yourself filming with Tom, and yet there you were, stood outside his door with soaked panties and weak knees.

You should have known better than to challenge him. As soon as your remark had slipped from your lips, Tom's brown eyes had ignited with a fiery sort of determination that had nearly made you orgasm at the sight. He'd smirked all throughout the photos, causing many retakes and a far longer effort than necessary, and you'd been a flustered mess by the end of it.

Tom opened the door and you paled, chewing at your lip nervously as he leaned against the doorframe and trailed his eyes over your figure. "Come in, darling." he finally said, smiling and stepping aside as you tentatively crossed the threshold, "Tea? I just put the kettle on."

You followed him bashfully through his apartment, eyes trailing over the many decorations on the walls. Photos were hung on every bare wall you passed, some showing Tom's smiling form beside others, others without him at all, and some just showing off a beautiful dog whose grin made you smile too. There were little shelves with random bits and bobs hanging about, too, but you didn't linger to take a closer look as you followed him into the kitchen.

"No, I'm alright, thank you." you replied, blushing when your voice cracked nervously and clearing your throat, "Sorry, I don't--I don't normally do things like this."

Tom grinned at you, eyes crinkling at the corners adorably as he laughed, "What, you don't hang out with people from work?"

He knew exactly what you meant, but the twinkle in his eye told you that he wanted to hear you say it. "No--well, yes, but I mean I... I don't normally hook up with, well, anyone." you stammered, scratching your cheek and looking away from him.

"Neither do I, lovie."

You blinked, looking up at Tom curiously. You would have found that incredibly hard to believe, but seeing the earnest smile on his face and the faint blush that coated his own cheeks, you knew he was telling the truth. Somehow that made you feel the slightest bit better.

It was awkward for a moment as you both stood in silence, only the faint bubbling of the kettle creating noise as the two of you both waited for the other to say something. Tom was leaning back against the counter, gripping it with his hands so tightly his arms were straining against the sleeves of his t-shirt. Subconsciously you shifted your thighs, sniffing uncomfortably as the friction made a gush of wetness soak into your panties.

"So, did you--"

"Do you want to--"

You blushed as you both spoke at the same time, Tom chuckling as he mumbled, "You first."

You definitely did not want to go first considering what you were going to say, curious as to whether Tom had been about to change his mind, but you steeled yourself and asked, "Did you, uh--did you handle your... issue, from earlier?"

He threw his head back with a loud laugh that made you jump, but the sound was contagious as you giggled quietly along with him. "Yeah, yeah I did." he chortled, "Been thinking about you ever since, though, so..."

He trailed off, and your eyes flickered down to his sweatpants to see he was already stiff and straining against the soft material. You had to give it to him; he could pull off grey sweatpants better than any other man you'd seen before. Licking your lips, you glanced back up to see his jaw tense.

"Fuck it."

In a split second he crossed the room, hands gripping your waist tightly as he pulled you flush against him and pressed his lips to yours. He was feverish and desperate with his movements, his tongue hastily sweeping between your lips as you gasped in surprise. Slowly, you brought your hands up to grip his biceps and squeezed softly with a quiet whimper.

His fingers tightened against your hips at the sound,his lips separating from yours with a loud smack as he moved on to suck at the soft skin of your neck. You whined, then, gripping tighter to his arms as he mouthed along the supple flesh of your throat until he found a spot he wanted to mark. He sucked harder then, his teeth nipping at your skin before his tongue followed behind to soothe the tender point.

"Fuck, Tom--"

Tom chuckled, a throaty and dark sound that made your thighs clench and your heart race in your chest. "Think we should go over the rules, right, darling?" he tutted, pulling back to look you in the eye, "Don't make a sound or I'll stop, got it?"

You blinked, nodding slowly as he repeated your scripted lines from earlier back to you. Grinning, he continued, "I'm in charge here, love, and don't you forget it." He patted your cheek when you stared up at him blankly, startling you, "Got it?"

Nodding again, he hummed to himself and dipped his lips back to yours in a scorching kiss. It was all clashing teeth and smacking lips, his tongue ravishing your mouth until you thought you might suffocate. He didn't pull away until you were straining against his bruising grip, finally releasing you with a wet pop of his lips and relishing the sight of you panting desperately.

Tom wasted no time in leading you to his bedroom, his hand gripping your wrist loosely as he tugged you down the narrow hall until you reached the last door. "Safe word's red. Don't use it unless you mean it." he stated, giving you a stern look before turning to open the door to his private space.

You weren't entirely sure what you'd been expecting, but what you saw was not anything you'd imagined. It was just a normal bedroom--a queen bed with rumpled sheets, a few articles of clothing dotting the floor, and his phone charger stretched across the floorboards like a snake. What had you expected, though, a sex dungeon?

"Strip, (Y/N)." Tom commanded, stretching out on his bed with his hands folded behind his head. In the moment you'd taken to study his room, he'd removed his shirt. The black material was now added to the small collection on the floor, and you had to tear your eyes away from the sight of his smooth muscle rippling with his slow breathes.

He raised his eyebrows challengingly, and you jumped to life. Your fingers shook as you stripped off your shirt, and you struggled for a few seconds to undo the clasp of your bra because your sweaty hands kept losing grip of the band. Tom's eyes darkened as your hands slowly dipped under the material of your leggings, dragging the stretchy fabric down your legs clumsily and stomping them off your feet.

You went to do the same with your panties, but he tsked, "Not yet." Crooking a finger at you devilishly, he beckoned you closer with a teasing smile. "C'mere, darling."

Belly twisting excitedly, you stumbled over your discarded clothes and made your way to his bed timidly. He sat on the edge and reached out to slide his hands over your skin, fingertips trailing up your legs slowly making goosebumps erupt in their wake. He trailed up, up, and up, until his fingers traced the swell of your breasts and you shivered.

"Wanna feel that gorgeous mouth again, lovie." he rasped, thumbs ghosting over your pebbled nipples as his eyes flicked up to yours, "Get on your knees f'me?"

Immediately you crouched, dropping to your knees and sitting back on your heels patiently. Tom cooed, his hand cupping your cheek and his thumb tugging your lip from between your teeth. Obediently, you opened your lips for the calloused digit and he grinned as you eagerly took it into your mouth.

All too soon he pulled it from you, dragging your spit down your chin before standing from his bed and looking down at you expectantly, "Well? Get on with it."

You reached for his sweats and dipped your fingers under the waistband, his skin hot against yours as you slowly tugged them down his legs. He wasn't wearing boxers; you choked a little in shock as he sprang free from the material. Tom sighed at the release, and his tip was weeping precum already.

You went to touch him, but Tom swatted your hand. "Did I say you could use your hands?" he threatened, raising one ruffled brow at you in warning as you retracted your hand sheepishly and folded them both in your lap. He sat again, his length standing against his stomach and leaving a streak of leakage over his abs.

Trying again, you shuffled forward on your knees until you were inches from his erection, and his hips jerked at the soft breathe that fanned over him. You licked a soft stripe from base to tip, letting your spit drip from your mouth and all over his length and lap. Tom's hand curled into your hair.

With his fingers scratching into your scalp, he gripped a fistful of your hair tightly before pulling you back to look up at him, "Don't tease. You'll regret it, I promise you."

Nodding, he kept his grip but let you tilt your head back to face his cock once more. It dripped salty and bitter onto your tongue as you opened your lips to let him in, sucking the head into your mouth and swirling your tongue around it. Tom cursed under his breathe, but before you could delight in the sound he shoved your head down until your nose was buried in his pelvis.

"Fuck, yes," he groaned, "perfect mouth you've got, lovie. So fucking good."

Your eyes were burning with tears and you gagged hard around him, but the quiet choking sounds you made only spurred him on as he started guiding your head roughly. His grip was making your scalp ache, and your nose felt like it was bruising with how hard he kept digging your face into him, but fuck if it wasn't making you drip like a waterfall.

He kept up the skull-rattling pace for a long while, hissing each time he jerked too hard and your teeth grazed his throbbing shaft. His moans were a godsend though, delicious sounds that nearly had you moaning too. You were a good girl, though, keeping silent through his vicious assault on your throat.

Finally, as your tears streaked your face and spit was dripping from your chin in long strands, he pulled you off him with a loud oath. His eyes were blown so wide with lust you could barely make out any of their brown hue anymore, and he swiped his palm under your chin to catch all of your drool before licking it off. You clenched your jaw at the sight to keep from whimpering.

Cupping your chin, Tom growled, "Open."

Instinctively, you opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue eagerly. He leaned over you and spit, both of you watching the drip stretch slowly from his lips to land on your quivering tongue. "Don't swallow it yet." he ordered, and you kept your mouth open.

Tom swiped the tip of his throbbing length over your muscle, tapping it a few times and watching the way his spit mixed with yours and the drippings from his cock, turning your tongue a frothy, milky white. "Good girl," he hummed, sliding his tip into your mouth until your lips closed around it, "swallow."

You struggled to swallow around him, choking when he thrust forward suddenly and gagged you harshly before pulling out again. Your knees were throbbing, your calves completely numb from the lack of blood flow, but you sat on your heels obediently as he got up and made his way around his room. He opened a few drawers, rifling through them and shutting them as he couldn't find what he was looking for, before finally making a quiet noise of success.

When he returned, he held a little pink bullet in his fingers that made your eyes widen anxiously. "Get on the bed, (Y/N)." he instructed, grabbing your arm to help you off of the floor with jellied legs, "On your back, and your knees better touch your shoulders."

You let out a quiet gasp of air as you crawled onto his bed, settling down on your back before using your hands to tuck your knees as tight into your chest as you could. He watched on with ravenous eyes, his lips damp and glistening from how often he licked them, and you clenched around nothing in anticipation. You were aching to feel him inside you again, but you had a feeling that was not going to happen for a long while.

Tom crawled over his bed to you with a smirk that made you tremble, one hand still fisting the vibrator and the other coming down to smack your thigh hard. You gasped, slapping your hand over your mouth at the last second to hold back a shriek, and he chuckled, "Mm, such a good girl, (Y/N)."

His hand soothed over the red print he'd left, a mark that you knew would certainly bruise, and squeezed your flesh greedily. "I think you've earned the right to speak, darling. Wanna hear all your pretty noises." he murmured, looking up to see your lips part timidly.

"Thank you--"

"Sir."

"Thank you, sir." you whispered, and he grinned.

Stretching out on his stomach, Tom's breathe fanned over your heat and made you whine desperately. "Think I'd like a taste, love. S'that alright?"

You nodded eagerly, gasping, "Please, sir, I want you to have a taste."

Tom groaned, his eyes closing as his face dipped closer to you and his nose brushed your clit. He wasted no time in diving in, his entire mouth coming down around your mound in a harsh, sucking kiss that had you yelping in surprise. His tongue dragged a long, fat strip through your folds and teased around your clit roughly.

Two fucking seconds, and you were ready to blow. Your grip on your legs tightened, the muscles in your thighs trembling as you tried to prolong the inevitable, but you could help but moan, "Sir, I'm--I'm close!"

He pulled away in a flash, smirking through a barking laugh as he asked, "Already?"

Sheepishly, you nodded, "Yes, sir."

Tom tutted, "Guess you'll just have to do it again, then."

He buried his face back into your heat, sucking harshly at your swollen bundle and within seconds you were shrieking and falling apart. Tom didn't stop, though, and kept sucking and licking until you felt a warm gush trickle down your cheeks and soak into the sheets beneath you. He hummed, lapping at your folds greedily, and you clawed at your thighs desperately with your eyes clenched shut.

Then you heard the faint buzz, and your eyes flew open in terror, "Tom--"

He slapped your thigh again at your mistake, looking up at you with a fearsome glint in his eye that made you clamp your jaw shut. "Not another sound out of you." he demanded, and the vibrator swept through your folds roughly.

It was torture. He pressed the buzzing bullet harshly into your clit, grinding the hard device into your bundle deeply as he worked his tongue into your entrance. You clenched around the muscle erratically, grinding your teeth and fisting the skin of your legs in a desperate attempt to keep quiet.

The next orgasm was earth shattering, and a ragged breathe escaped our lips as you came undone under his expert mouth yet again. The wet spot on the sheets was growing cold, chilling your ass, but you felt hot all over as the sparks travelled from your core throughout every last bit of your body. Toes curled, eyes clenched shut, mouth parted in a silent scream, you were shaking all over.

He kept going for three more, until you were a crying mess and finally had to blubber, "Please, sir, I--I can't!"

Tom pulled the vibrator away, finally, but his tongue continued lapping up your slick hungrily. Just when you thought you were going to cum once more, your eyes already rolling back, he bit you. His teeth clamped around your swollen, aching bud harshly and you cried out, blinking back tears as he sat up and wiped his chin roughly on the back of his hand.

He didn't say a word as he shuffled up the bed on his knees until his thighs were pressed to the backs of yours, his hands coming down to push your legs back even harder. Tom dragged the tip of his cock through your folds, tapping your clit harshly, before suddenly diving in to the hilt. You sucked in a breathe and your entire body tensed at the sudden intrusion, but the sight of his eyes screwing shut in pleasure had you melting.

The first thrust was slow and deep, his hips dragging all the way back until he slipped out before pushing back into you in one long movement. You could practically feel him in your throat he was so deep, it seemed, but it was sinfully perfect. Every bump, every ridge, every tiny part of his length dragged along your walls and made you quiver.

But that first thrust was just a teaser. The second thrust had you biting your lip so hard you could taste iron, his hips rolling back and snapping forward so quickly that your eyes rolled. He started up a bruising pace, thrusting into you harshly and pushing your legs further and further until you were struggling to breathe.

"Best cunt I've ever fucked, lovie," Tom finally groaned, easing up on your legs just enough for you to suck in a desperate breathe, "so fucking tight. So wet. Perfect little pussy, just f'me. Is this all for me, darling?"

You nodded like a madwoman, and he laughed darkly. "I know, lovie. This cunt's all mine--bet you've imagined this over and over, right? You get off to the thought of me fucking you just like this?"

He thrust into you hard and deep, burying his hips into yours and rolling them against you until you saw stars. "Answer me, darling." he ordered, and you nodded, "Nothing to say now, eh? Good girl."

Tom's hips were starting to falter in their movements, and from the crease between his brows you knew that he was close. He pulled your legs down suddenly and wrapped them around his waist, dropping onto his forearms so that his body was flush with yours and his lips could find yours in a sloppy kiss. Your hips were screaming in pain from the change in position, but all you could think about was the fact that you could taste yourself all over his tongue.

You bit down on his lip as he fucked into you harder, and he moaned before shoving his face into your neck. He sucked at the skin and dug his teeth in, his tongue lazily soothing over each new bruise tenderly before continuing the assault. He thrust twice more, his hips snapping into yours rapid fire, before he stuttered and stilled against you.

As he twitched inside you, you bit down on his shoulder and breathed deeply. You could feel the warmth fill you up, and he hissed into your neck at the pain of your teeth sinking into his skin. "Fuck, (Y/N)." he grumbled.

Pulling out of you, you whined at the empty ache he left behind, but he flopped down beside you with a cheeky grin that had you blushing. "You alright, darling?" he asked, looking at you tenderly, "It wasn't too much was it? You didn't--you didn't use the safe word, but you said you couldn't and I--"

You giggled at his flustered, concerned frown. "It was perfect, Tom. Really." you comforted, and a lazy, dopey smile stretched across his lips as his eyes fell shut. You were both panting, sweaty messes, but he pulled you into his side regardless and held you close. Your head rested on his chest, and you listened to his heartbeat as it slowly came down from its rapid pace.

"So... tea?" Tom asked, and you laughed.

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[tomhollandfics]

Can you help me find a pornstar!au where y/n is the dom in the scene her and Tom film and then when they get together later outside of work he's the dominant one??

hey! i think you could be talking about 'switch' by @blindingdutchy x

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[blissfulparker]

What’s the smuttiest fic you’ve ever read?

Making this a list😩😈

First off we have high quality hittin’ by @venomsilk it is cowboy!tom, second part has a threesome(kinda) between tom, reader and Harrison. Best smut S has ever written I swear on it

Next we have eighteen by @angelic-holland it has stoner!tom x innocent!reader, I’m also pretty sure there is a Harrison x reader x tom moment in there too

We now have office hours by @screamholland which is professor!tom x Ta!reader. Please read all warnings before reading if you are uncomfortable with that topic but man does liz know how to write smut

Now THIS is where it hits with Pornstar!tom by @marvelouspeterparker this is the two fics she has written and let me just tell you I get reminded I am a white mans whore with this one. I would def charge my batteries for the vibe with this one🤠

Good morning by @sinisterspidey …leave it to Chloe to have me crying and cumming in the same fic…this one is a lot softer but still so smutty. Maybe I just have a praise/sweet talk kink🤷🏽‍♀️

Ritual by @duskholland is boxer!tom and I would very much so like to be punched in the face! Boxer tom do me next😩

Alll this being said, please please please respect the authors rules of 18+ only reading their smut! If you get blocked because they find out you’re under 18 or anything offends you that they write THAT IS ON YOU! you are responsible for the content you consume and need to read the warnings and respect the writers.

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requested blurbs masterlist

a list of requested blurbs that i will one day complete. it’s my mission for 2022 to get these written!

send me a number under a specific header if you really want a blurb being written, as it will inspire and motivate me to write :) 

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part 4 of ceo!harry (leeroysdancer)

stepdad!harry or stepmom!y/n

clumsy!reader

love island au 

shy!reader

reader cooking whilst listening to harry’s music (🥥 anon)

celebrating harry’s birthday (hhh32)

something about the dwd trailer

soulmate fic

get engaged and everyone is skeptical about it

attending khai’s birthday party

“we’re not just friends and you know it”

reader wrote ‘everything i wanted’ for harry

something based of ‘easy on me’ by adele

nanny!reader for sarah and mitch’s baby (onlyamylee)

smut in harry’s childhood bedroom

eternals table-reading and have crushed on each other 

platonic actress!reader x actor!harry

best-friends to lovers

claustrophobic!reader

demisexual!harry

farm-girl!reader

reader has depression

go ice-skating and to a photo-booth together (izziestyles)

watching a horror movie together (izziestyles)

personal trainer!harry

demon!harry x human!reader

writing sessions with harry (lollypopsx)

getting ready for an awards shows (lollypopsx)

reader uses own last name even when they’re married

attending an ariana grande concert together

reader gets surprised with a pleasing +extra kit

sick!reader (blackberryblossom)

harry asks to stop halfway through sex

socially anxious!reader bombarded by paparazzi

tourette’s!reader

shopping with harry

nye night in with harry

desi!reader

series

kiss me in the dark [highschool]

homecoming

harry forgetting a date (lollypopsx)

harry fights with girl friends over you

school dance (harryskissies) 

“anything”

reader on period but doesn’t tell harry

reader being bullied and harry re-evaluates his friendships

little moments [family]

the family attending hslot

kids styling harry’s hair

public walk leads to leak of baby’s face (spencharry)

on vacation

dressing up for halloween

child chokes on toy

kids are scared of a thunderstorm and harry is away (kissmyaxe140)

from the moment we met [insta dm]

part 3 of this story

hslot

protective!harry 

fan!reader meeting harry backstage

famous singer!reader has to leave harry on tour for own tour

your parents attend harry’s concert, nervous!harry

fight before a show (hhh32)

shower sex after a long concert

deaf!reader

pregnant!reader

reader gets hurt backstage due to wearing heels (🦕 anon)

harry falls and hurts his wrist onstage

mobbed outside hotel

relative of readers passes away (🦕 anon)

sick!harry

dizzy!harry

brother!tom holland

brothers react to watermelon sugar

gang!harry

clumsy!reader

have a huge argument (lollypopsx)

pregnancy reveal

how they met

brother!harry

harry comes home from tour and is disconnected with reader

you have a panic attack

wolfrry

“literally anything”

instagram concepts

rock singer reader

reading and book recommending

everyone knows you’re together but you never post about it

family life in nyc

with demirose (damnasstyles)

pornstars (queenofdisaster06181942)

hslot husbandrry

florist!harry

desi!reader

(all sent anonymously unless stated otherwise)

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Tom Holland Blurbs & Headcanons Masterlist

Last updated: August 17, 2021

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Quarantine morning with Tom and Co.

Sleepy Cuddles with Tom

Finding a surprise in the fridge with Tom

Christmas Eve with Tom’s family

A Surprise for Dad!Tom

A Walk Down Memory Lane with Tom and the Kids

Tea Party with Tom and Your Daughter

Birthday Pancakes for Tom with Your Kids

Dad!Tom Cuddling With His Best Girls

Tom Making It Up To You*

Tom’s Pregnancy Diary Video

Tom’s Baby Latches on the Wrong Nipple

Baby Making with Tom*

Tom’s Baby Daughter Joins His Zoom Call

First Date with Tom

Morning Kitchen Sex with Tom*

Dad!Tom Rocking his Baby to Sleep

Dyeing Your Hair with Tom

Stress Cuddles with Tom

Lazy Sunday Morning with Tom and Harrison*

Soulmate AU

Tired After A Busy Day

Tom Sliding Into Your DMs

Private Investigators

Wedding Vows (with Muslim!reader)

Lazy parents sex*

Ice skating date with Tom

Your kid walks in on you and Tom*

Tom proposing you during a family vacation

Sneaky sex at Tom’s parents’ house*

Tom on the milking table*

Fingerfucking with Tom*

Threesome with Tom and Haz*

Tom falls asleep sucking on your boobs*

Sub!Tom overstimulating you*

Emotional aftercare with pornstar!Tom*

Tom’s virtual press secret blowjob*

Teasing Prof!Tom under the table*

Hickies for turtleneck!Tom

Tom reunites with actress!reader on a screen test

Period sexy times*

Soft frat!Tom headcanons

First Eid feast (with Muslim!reader)

boxer!tom after losing a fight*

tom training (and flirting) for a boxer role

boxer!tom likes choking and overstimulation*

patching up boxer!tom after a back alley fight

Read more Tom Holland concepts here.

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[blindingdutchy]

share | t.holland

{pornstar!tom x pornstar!reader}

summary: you don't like to share, but Tom's going to show you what happens to stingy girls on the playground.

word count: 10,663

warnings: i consider this a part two to switch. smut, little bit of angst, fluffy ending. language. explicit warnings under divide.

18+!!! minors stay away!

warnings: mean dom!tom, slight dom!fem oc, voyeurism, mff threesome, degradation, oral (m+f receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it up folks), orgasm denial, touch denial, slight bondage (hands tied only), jealous reader + arrogant tom, some daddy + sir kink

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There was a familiar ache in your core as you made your way into work that day. It was a sensation that shouldn't have embarrassed you anymore considering it was in your line of work to take a beating of the sexual sort, but your blood bubbled with fluttery shame anyways because you knew it was definitely not from any job you'd done. The handprints that lingered on your skin were Tom's, as was the throbbing between your legs.

Your coworkers had grown accustomed to the funny way you'd been walking; after all, it had been months of you turning up to the studio just like this. Aching all over, exhausted, and all flustered smiles as every little jolt of pain in your body reminded you of him. Tom really knew how to keep a woman coming back for more, to say the least.

Despite the tender way you were forced to move around, you were excited to get into work that day. You'd been working on a new project behind the scenes for almost a month already, and today you were finally meeting with your favorite director and photographer to start the ball rolling. This was what you'd been fantasizing about doing ever since you'd been brought into the agency--straying away from your dominatrix persona and onto a more personal, enjoyable path.

Priscilla was already waiting for you in the conference room, bursting with energy as she always was and chatting the ears off of Archie. The two of them were sliding a few of your scribbled mock-ups around, along with more than a few stills of your naked body, and nestled so deeply into a conversation that they didn't notice the click of the door as it shut behind you. Even clearing your throat couldn't break their concentration.

"Starting without me?" you questioned, loudly, and finally caught the glimmering eyes of Priscilla.

Priscilla was practically buzzing with excitement as she grinned at you, clapping her hands once before waving you over, "(Y/N), perfect timing! So, Archie and I were thinking about your ideas for doing a cam-girl style video--"

She chattered on and on, only pausing every so often to take a heaving breathe before continuing. The more she said, the more you realized just how much work the two of them had done without you--Priscilla was already pitching set designs and potential scenarios for each video, and Archie was doing his best to help you visualize the filmography he had in mind. It was pretty hard to keep up, but you had to admit seeing their passion for the project only spurred your own to burn a little brighter.

The project was something you'd been dreaming of for awhile. A solo series of videos in the iconic style of a cam-girl; just you, your camera, and whatever you felt like putting out there for the world to see. For so long you'd been afraid to even pitch the idea out of fear of being denied funding, and rightfully so.

You'd had to fight tooth and nail to gain the backing of the agency. It had been a month of pitching idea after idea, crunching numbers and screening all the statistics of solo work so that you could propose a target profit for the company. In the end, you'd gotten the green light--but there was a lot riding on this first video.

If you failed to meet the target you'd set for yourself, the agency would pull the plug on the project and you'd be right back to the leather outfits and whining men. The thought of it urged you to outperform all the standards you'd set for yourself. You were peddle to the metal, full throttle ahead, and Priscilla and Archie's sounding board of ideas were exactly the encouragement you needed.

Archie fiddled with some settings on his camera, instructing you on a few head shots until he was satisfied. "That's it!" he cheered, "You like it? Obviously we'll work on better lighting for the videos, and there'll be editing--but I think this suits you."

Peering over his shoulder, your heart soared at the work of your favorite camera man. "Oh, Archie! That's perfect... If you'd just shown me that I'd definitely think it was the real deal." you gasped, and he grinned at you cheerfully. "How about a lunch break before we get back to work?"

The two of them muttered some hushed agreements, nodding absentmindedly as Priscilla looked over the photos and they returned to the scatter of papers and film on the table. "Yeah, yeah, you go ahead, honey." Priscilla cooed, waving a hand over her shoulder carelessly before tilting her head and squinting her eyes at one of your drawings. "Oh, what do you think about--no, that won't do... but maybe?"

With a hushed chuckle, you shook your head at the two of them and backed out of the room quietly. It almost seemed as if they were more excited than you were, but your stomach was rumbling and you needed something to eat before you started chewing on paper like a goat. Only, along the way toward the exit you paused outside one of the studios at the sound of Tom's voice.

Peeking inside, you smiled at the sight of his mop of curls bobbing--the smile faded to a grimace as you realized he was in no position to talk at the moment. You trailed a little further into the room and shot a tentative smile to one of the crew members who nodded to you, no longer surprised by your presence. Many times before you'd sat in on Tom's filming days, as he had done yours, but never before had you seen him at work with his most frequent costar.

Her name was Melaina, a startlingly attractive woman with what you were fairly certain was the world's most perfect face, and she was the star of most of Tom's work. You had nothing against her, having run into her quite a few times at work and never being anything short of pleased with her sweet and charismatic aura, but man was it hard not to feel inferior as you watched the two of them in action. It was as if they knew what the other would do before they even moved, connected on some spiritual level that boosted their chemistry to an astronomical level.

Tom's body was glistening with sweat and oil, his eyes dark and hooded with lust as he towered over her. The muscles in his back, chest, and arms all rippled with every move he made and caught the light just right, and you found yourself shifting on your feet subconsciously as you watched. Your hands twitched with the desire to push that one stubborn curl out of his face as it slid across his forehead, heavy and sodden with sweat.

Melaina gave a breathy moan that had you swallowing down a lump in your throat, her hands raking down Tom's chest only for him to swat them away and pin them to the bed above her head, "No touching!" he snapped, voice booming through the cavernous room, and you nearly groaned in sync with his counterpart. Too many times he'd growled those words to you, just like that, and the heat between your legs throbbed at the memory.

"Please, daddy," Melaina wailed, "I wanna cum!"

For a moment you rolled the name around your tongue, pursing your lips as you pondered what it would feel like to call Tom such a thing. It didn't feel right though; a sour taste compared to the deliciously sweet way sir rolled from your lips. His low, devilish chuckle brought you back to the present as you focused on the scene before you.

With a long, drawn out roll of his hips, Tom leaned down to Melaina's ear and spoke, "Bad girls don't get to come, darling."

Oh, fuck.

Hearing that name, that one little word, spill forth from his lips in reference to someone other than yourself ignited a certain flame within you that you hadn't felt in quite some time. It was green; everything tinged green in your vision like the sickening tone of the clouds before a treacherous storm. Jealousy wasn't something you wore often, but hearing that was enough to sit the crown of envy heavily upon your head.

Almost as if he could sense it, sense your turmoil, Tom's head tilted back until he looked you heavily in the eye. Your jaw tensed as he continued to push his hips harder through Melaina's cries and pleas, fingers clenching into fists as you tried to get yourself under control. It didn't mean anything.

You and Tom were nothing but friends with benefits, heavy on the benefits and light on the friendship, and this was his job. Hell, it was your job too! It didn't mean a damn thing.

His eyes never strayed from yours as that familiar pinch formed between his brows, his entire body growing rigid. He was brutal with the force of his hips, his hands groping roughly at Melaina's perfect ass and his lips parting in a silent 'o' that grew wider and wider until--there it was. His eyes locked on yours, Tom thrust twice more as a gritted laugh burst from his chest and he stilled completely. She mewled beneath him like a vixen, arching off the bed and crying, "Yes, daddy! Cum for me!"

He knew. His haughty smirk, ticked jaw, and glinting eyes told you well enough that he knew exactly what you were feeling, all the bitter and envious thoughts swirling through your mind. He knew, and he was thoroughly enjoying the way you were rooted in place under the weight of all your jealousy, your eyes locked with his and unable to break free.

"Cut!"

The sound of the clapper snapping and the director's loud shout startled you out of the strange limbo of envy and hunger you'd been trapped in. Tom muttered something to Melaina with a flirtatious grin that made your gut twist, and she laughed loudly whilst slapping a hand across his chest playfully. Suddenly, you weren't so hungry anymore, nor were you entirely interested in speaking to Tom.

You were out of focus for the rest of your day at work, earning disgruntled and concerned stares from your two colleagues who were working tirelessly to perfect all of your plans before the test shoot the following day. All of your thoughts were consumed with Tom, though, and it left you feeling nauseous. Never before had you cared much at all that he was with other women, knowing it was just a day's work for him, but seeing him with Melaina had truly rubbed you raw in the worst way.

The ache between your legs didn't make your heart flutter for the moment. Instead, each time you moved wrong and felt that persistent twinge, it made bile creep up your throat and your face burn with a mixture of bitter emotions. It wasn't that you were suddenly craving more from Tom--because you weren't, and as much as you enjoyed his company you weren't interested in a relationship.

Inferiority was a hell of a bitter pill. That was the root of the green eyed monster that was steadily taking control of you; Melaina made you feel inferior, and you hated it more than anything. Clearly he found her to be a better costar than you, considering he'd not once requested you even after starring in your own special. That was the first strike.

But, was she a better lay than you? Did she feel better, make him feel better than you? Did she talk dirtier, obey faster, and mold herself into whatever he wanted better than you? What if you weren't the only one he invited into his own bed at night?

By the time you left work the sun was setting, hours had passed, and you were exhausted from your racing mind. Usually Tom would have come to find you after he finished filming, but he hadn't and that bothered you. You knew it was probably all a game to him, a way for him to get you all riled up and tease you for it, but you weren't playing. You didn't want to play his games today, and when he finally texted you that night you left all of his messages on read with an acrid taste in your mouth.

"Ready for the big day?"

A peculiar sense of deja vu washed over you as you opened your dressing room door to reveal Tom perched on the other vanity seat, a tiny smile twitching at his lips and a twinkle in his eye. You really should have expected him to be there considering he'd been eagerly talking about watching you film for days, but after ignoring him you were more than surprised to see him waiting patiently for you to arrive. The door shut with a dull click, and Tom watched you closely.

Whatever he was playing at, you weren't going to bite--today was a big day for you, and nothing was going to distract you from your work. "What are you doing here?" you asked, huffing as your voice cracked and robbed you of your attempt to play it cool.

He just chuckled, a hoarse and airy sound, and licked his lips, "You think I'd miss the chance to see my girl touch herself for hours?"

His girl?

The words swirled around your brain the entire time you got ready, Marlena eyeing you curiously as you twiddled your thumbs quietly and payed no mind to either of the two people in your presence. What the hell did he mean by that? Why did your heart go on the fritz at those two silly words?

"Are you mad at me, lovie?" Eyes flickering over to Tom, you grew hot under his speculative gaze. Head tilted to one side, brown eyes narrowed slightly, and lips puckered in a tiny pout that made you swoon, he asked, "Have I done something to upset you?"

In the mirror you could see Marlena fighting back a smile, looking between the two of you with quivering lips as she held herself back from interrupting the moment. "No," you muttered, dropping your eyes back to your fiddling fingers, "I'm just nervous."

You didn't have to look to know that Tom was smirking, the sound of his soft laughter cluing you into the fact well enough. There was that deja vu again, your mind traveling back to that first time he'd sat in your dressing room and asked if he made you nervous. Teasingly, he asked, "Am I making you nervous, darling?"

Rolling your eyes, you huffed, "No."

Tom's eyes were all over you the moment you stepped onto the set and dropped your robe into an assistant's waiting arms. Clad in a skimpy lace negligee with nothing underneath, it was understandable that he'd be quite enraptured--never before had you worn something so dainty for your work, nor had you ever worn anything quite like the transparent scrap during any of your visits to his apartment. Even you yourself were quite enthralled by the look of it, having admired your reflection in the mirror for ages before finally joining the crew to start working.

As you soaked up the warm, tingling sensation of his ravenous eyes trailing over every inch of your body, you slowly relaxed into his presence. All the thoughts of Melaina drifted away, and you were biting back pleased smiles each and every time you acknowledged his gaze. It felt nice; it felt like it had every time he'd watched you film before, only better because now you were finally fully enjoying your project.

He hung back beside Priscilla in front of the big screen which displayed all the different camera angles whilst you ambled your way around the set. It wasn't complete, but it was enough for you all to get an idea of what the final design should be. A queen sized bed with dark, silk sheets in the center of a warmly lit stage, piled high with pillows of all sizes--already you were imagining towering bed posts with chiffon curtains framing the beautiful space.

There was one camera posted at the foot of the bed which was to be the main view point for the video. Climbing aboard you shifted until your bottom was posted over the scribbled X and leaned back onto your elbows, your knees propped up and spread wide. "How's this look?" you called out, craning your neck to see Priscilla, Archie, and Tom.

"Slide up a bit," Archie bellowed back, "a bit more--that's it! Oh, fuck, that looks amazing."

Having slid up the mattress half a foot, your head fell onto the bed of pillows that were finally within reach. From your new vantage point you could admire Tom, and the sight of him was enough to already have your thighs dampening. It seemed as if he were unsure as to where to look, his eyes flickering back and forth from the blown up, pixelated version of you to the real deal hastily.

The angle was awkward, and no matter how hard you stared he never made eye contact. It was then that you realized he couldn't see your face, at least not the real one, and a certain thrill sparked within you. Trailing your fingers over your stomach slowly, you reached for the frilled edge of the fabric and bit back a giggle as he tensed all over.

Licking your lips in time with Tom, you shouted, "Should we get started, then?"

Within seconds the clapper was dropped, and Priscilla boomed, "Test one, rolling!"

It was strange having to force yourself to look into the camera, rather than avoiding it so as not to ruin the flow of a scene. But, after a few moments of running your hands over your body and trying to get into the right mindset, your mind drifted away from the crowded room and into your own personal bubble. In there, that secret place you escaped to, it was just yourself and Tom.

Your body heated as you pictured him in place of the camera. In your vision he was bare and glistening, just for you; sitting on his heels with his knees spread apart and his hands ghosting over his length languidly. So many nights you'd laid before him like this, aching and begging for his hands to take the place of your own.

"Show me what those fingers can do, darling." he cooed, voice silky and sweeter than honey. It was a stark contrast to the dark, all-consuming pull of his brown eyes that lusted for you greedily.

Breathing a little harder, you tugged the stretchy lace further down your chest until your breasts were exposed to the chilled air. Tom's eyes glimmered, his tongue swiping over his lower lip, and you desperately wished it were his lips wrapping around one of your pebbled buds instead of your clammy fingers. Your eyes fluttered shut for a second as you imagined it; reminiscing on the sensation of his hot, silky tongue swirling around your nipples and tugging them delightfully into his mouth.

It was incredibly hard not to cry out for him as you descended further into the scenario you'd created for yourself. Nevertheless, you swallowed down all the whimpers of his name that bubbled to your lips eagerly, instead whining soft noises that even turned yourself on. "Love those pretty sounds, (Y/N)." he always hummed down your ear, scorching breathe fanning all across your neck.

The facade didn't fade as you opened your eyes again with heavy lids that begged to fall shut again. You tugged hard at one of your rosebuds in sync with Tom's harsh pull over his cock, and your back arched as you gave a loud cry. He moved his hand faster and clenched his eyes shut for a second as he groaned, "Enough teasing, lovie, show me that perfect pussy. Wanna see you cum all over your fingers f'me."

You couldn't have agreed more. Your heat was hot and dripping, your thighs slipping across the sheets a little more easily as you pooled your juices onto the mattress longingly. Tracing your fingers over the swell of your chest and down your stomach, you peeled your flimsy gown back until it was all bunched up beneath your breasts.

Tom watched with baited breathe, held perfectly in sync with your own burning chest, as you teased your fingers all around where you ached to be touched the most. Just as you finally dipped the tip of your middle finger into the slick, a shuffle and quiet laugh shattered the vision of Tom. You huffed in frustration the buzzing in your veins dulled and your hand fell limp over your bare middle.

"Cut!" Priscilla shouted, and even she sounded frustrated as you sat up and ripped your negligee back down, "That was really good, (Y/N)! Wanna have a look?"

You did, but you could barely hear the words coming from Priscilla's mouth as you took in the scene before you. There was Tom, hands cupped over his crotch like they always were when he watched you film, but this time he wasn't watching you. Instead, he was entirely focused on Melaina who stood beside him with one dainty hand stroking his arm, the other twirling the skirt of her sundress lazily.

Your blood boiled to life once more, but no longer was it out of desire for Tom. Pursing your lips, you called back to Priscilla, "No, let's just keep going." He was still engrossed in his hushed conversation with her, and you added pettily, "Might I remind some of you to be quiet on set!"

Melaina's stifled giggle turned the green hue in your eyes red, but you took a deep breathe and resisted the urge to roll your eyes. It didn't mean anything, it didn't mean anything, it didn't mean anything. The mantra echoed through your head as you did your best to keep your ridiculous envy at bay; Tom wasn't yours, nor were you his, and you had nothing to be jealous of.

You did, however, roll your eyes at the sight of Tom's devious smirk. It only widened at the action, and in spite of your wish to pretend he didn't affect you, your thigh clenched subconsciously. "Sorry, darling, we'll be quiet." he hummed, greedily soaking up the distasteful purse of your lips with his eyes.

It was harder to get back into the groove once the cameras started rolling again. Tom's image wavered in place of the camera, your mind clouded with all the conflicting emotions you were feeling, and no matter how hard you tried you just couldn't get back into that bubble. You pushed through, though, and picked up where you'd left off.

"Look at you," Tom simpered as your fingers dipped into your slick once again, your jaw slackening as you toyed one finger through your entrance, "absolutely dripping for me. Does it get you off to see me with another woman?"

What the hell was that? His words were like a record scratch in your mind, your fingers recoiling from your throbbing core in shock. Trying again, you changed your direction and drifted your fingers to your clit with a soft sigh. Closing your eyes to shut out his smirking face again, you rolled the soft pads over your bud and felt your lips part in a hushed moan.

How easy it would have been to keep them closed and push yourself over that edge with nothing but the sensation to edge you forward, but you knew that wouldn't make for a satisfying watch. So, begrudgingly, you opened your eyes again to the scene you'd created for yourself. Tom was sitting on the bed now, his legs spread wide before him to leave space for you between, and his length was laid against his thigh lazily. The tip was weeping and blazing red, a thick drop of pearly precum making your lips tingle with desire.

His hands wrapped around the footboard of the bed, gripping the solid wood so tightly his knuckles turned white and his arms rippled with unbridled strength. All that muscle, the sinewy, languid curl of hard muscle beneath soft flesh pulled taught in restraint; it was enough to have you drooling. Your fingers slipped easily from your swollen clit to your slit, and you dipped the tip of your middle finger inside with a choked cry.

Tom moaned back at you, his cock twitching as he flexed his stomach, eyes glued to the tight clench of your cunt around your fingers. "Fuck, lovie, do your fingers feel as good as mine?" he asked, "Does that pussy feel as good as hers?"

What the fuck?

Melaina's giggle echoed through the set, piercing the thickened air and startling you nearly as much as the wild turn your imagination had taken. Growling angrily, you slapped your hands onto the mattress beside you and pouted, "Are you fucking kidding me?"

"Sorry, I'm so sorry!" Melaina squeaked, sounding so genuinely apologetic it only irritated you further, "Stop it, Tom, you made me laugh."

Sitting up once more, propped up on your hands, you scowled fiercely at the sight of Tom's arm draped over her shoulders and his head dipped low to whisper in her ear. His eyes were trained on you, though, and you knew damn well that coy smirk that teased at his lips was meant for you alone. Melaina gripped the hand over her shoulder tightly as she stifled another laugh, eyes twinkling to match the beaming smile on her face.

Backing his lips away from Melaina's hair, Tom faced you dead on as his head cocked to the side playfully. Narrowing your eyes, you scoffed as he winked at you. That bastard! You flopped back onto the bed with a growl, wanting nothing more than to kick him off the set, but you refrained. You knew it would only cement what he'd already figured out within his head; it would prove that you were without a doubt, one hundred and ten percent jealous.

"How about we take five, everyone!"

You practically threw yourself off of the bed, snatching your robe from the timid assistant with a huff before stomping off the set entirely. What was he playing at? It was one thing for Tom to toy with you, but to purposefully throw you off when you were working? That was low.

Alone in the small room, you dropped your head onto your vanity with a loud groan of annoyance. So many new emotions were swirling around you, plaguing your mind and twisting your gut up into knots so tight you actually felt ill. You couldn't even begin to unravel the twisted mess to pick apart all the different things you were feeling.

There was a quiet knock on the door, and you didn't have to look to know who it was. "G'way!" you grumbled, hissing angrily when the door opened anyways, "I said--"

Tom crashed his lips to yours, choking your words and the muffled squeal of surprise that escaped you. Pushing his weight onto you and pinning you to the chair, he bit down on your lower lip until you whined pitifully, pulling away to look you heavily in the eye, "You ignored me last night."

"So? I wasn't feeling it." you retorted, the almost lie making your stomach flutter. "Is that why you're trying to ruin my test shoot? Another bullshit punishment?"

He gaped at you for a moment, his lips parting in surprise as he blinked down at you wordlessly. But, just as you were settling into the triumph of finally rendering him speechless, he sputtered a sinister chuckle and smirked. Clicking his tongue reproachfully, he tutted, "Are you jealous, darling? Is that what this little tantrum is about? Are you jealous of Melaina?"

The words of your imaginary Tom echoed in your ears, the thin flesh and cartilage heating up in embarrassment as you scoffed, "No, why the hell would you think that?"

Smirk widening, he leaned close to nuzzle his face into your ear as he hummed, "Mm, I think you're lying, lovie. I think you were jealous watching me fuck her yesterday, and today you're so bothered you can't even perform. Envy is a hell of a thing, wouldn't you say?"

His lips sucked on the tender skin of your earlobe, drawing the faintest of whimpers from your lips, and he released it with a dramatic suckle of a wet, sloppy kiss. He whispered tauntingly, "Did it make you jealous to see me cum for somebody else? To see me fuck Melaina instead of you?"

"N-no-- oh, fuck."

Tom's fingers dragged heavily through your folds, a gush of your juices immediately flooding into his open palm in response. His thumb rolled over your clit faintly, teasing the rapidly swelling bundle as he chuckled right into your ear, "Don't lie to me, darling."

That stupid name that he'd called her made you steel your resolve, stubbornly repeating, "'M not jealous, Tom. You can fuck whoever you want."

His fingers plunged into you to the knuckle, earning a loud gasp as your hands flew to his arms and clutched him tightly. "Yeah? 'S that so?" he asked, nipping the hot skin of your neck until you whined desperately, "Think I'd like a taste then, love."

This was certainly turning out far better than you'd expected. With a racing heart and a quivering breathe, you gasped, "Please, Tom." Tom's eyes narrowed at you, his expression hardening as he pinched your hip in warning. "Please, I want you to have a taste, sir."

He grinned, patting your cheek in a playful slap as he cooed, "There's my good girl. Spread your legs, darling."

Obediently, you eagerly spread your legs until your thighs were digging into the sides of your chair and shaking as you fought to keep them splayed so wide. The lace of your negligee was pulled taught and curled up over your hips at the movement, exposing all of you to Tom's greedy eyes. He licked his lips as he gazed down at his fingers still buried inside you as deep as they would go, flexing the two digits and closing his eyes as you cursed and clenched around them.

You crooned as he pulled them out and thrust them back in slowly, curling until the tips dragged over your spot lazily. "Please, sir, want your tongue, too." you pleaded, digging your thighs further into the seat as you rutted down onto his once again motionless fingers.

His eyes snapped open and he quirked his one ruffled brow playfully, "Yeah? You want my fingers and my tongue?" Tom dug the pad of his thumb into your clit deeply, pressing your button down and making your entire body spasm from the harsh stimulation, "I don't know if you deserve both, lovie. You're lucky you're even getting my fingers."

Whining, you threw your head back childishly and ground your hips into his fingers indignantly. He kept them steady, only slightly brushing your g-spot through your forced motion, and his free hand clamped down on your thigh in a bruising grip. "Please!" you begged, "Please, sir, I'll be so good!"

Your pleas molded into a shout as his lips closed suddenly around your clit, his thumb sliding aside to spread your folds open for him as he sucked at your sensitive nub harshly. Tom's fingers pulled out slowly before slamming back into you, his fist effectively punching your core and making you ache, but you moaned and begged for more. Each forceful blow pushed his fingers right into your spot, the tips curling to drag against your upper wall with every motion.

In mere moments you were seeing stars. Your stomach was tightening beyond measure, that coil winding so tight you feared you might break when it finally snapped, but you met each thrust of his hand with a jerk of your hips eagerly. His tongue flicked against your clit in rapid kitten licks, sparking your body to spasm violently each time. "I'm so close, sir!" you gasped, digging your nails into the armrest of your seat as your back arched in pleasure, "I'm gonna--"

With one last long, hard suck on your bundle, Tom pulled away from you completely. His fingers ripped away from your dripping slit and slid in between his glistening lips, that tongue swirling dramatically around the digits as he sat back on his heels much like he had in your imagination. Gaping, you huffed, "What the hell, Tom?"

He grinned devilishly, "Admit you were jealous, and I'll let you cum."

Sputtering, you spat out, "I told you I wasn't jealous."

"Mm, but I know you're lying, darling," he teased, eyes glinting playfully, "and I want to hear you admit it. You wanna cum all over my fingers and my tongue?"

You nodded hesitantly, swallowing the lump in your throat as you whispered, "Yes, sir."

He leaned in close, his nose brushing against yours and his lips ghosting over your own as he whispered, "Admit you were jealous."

Closing your eyes, you took a deep breathe. You felt hot all over with embarrassment, your skin burning and your blood boiling beneath, but fuck, you really wanted that sweet release that only he could give you. So, with trembling lips, you whispered, "I was jealous."

Eyes still closed, you jumped as his fingers brushed over your clit in a feather light touch. He pressed a slow, soft kiss to your lips that had you chasing him for more when he backed away and asked, "Are you still jealous?" One finger toyed with your slit, drawing a harsh line up and down your entrance as you resisted the urge to push further into his hand.

"Y-yes."

He chuckled, and your eyes snapped open as he backed away from you, his hand disappearing from your core. His eyes were dark in a ruthless stare as he stated, "You need to learn to share, love. Stingy girls don't get to cum." And, just like that, he retreated from the room leaving you staring after him in utter shock.

You weren't sure what you were expecting when you rocked up to Tom's apartment that night following his typical, "You up?" text. What you most certainly had not expected, though, was to find Melaina sprawled out on his sofa in nothing but a sheer negligee--nothing at all underneath. In a strange sense, you figured you should have seen it coming; what better way for Tom to torment you than to make you face the root of your jealousy?

"Mm, on second thought," you hummed, pursing your lips as you took in the woman's sensual form upon his couch, "I think I'll be going."

Turning to leave, you crashed nose first into Tom's hard chest with a muffled grunt of surprise. His hands crept around your waist in a lazy fashion, dragging the fabric of your shirt up until his warm palms found the icy chill of your bare skin. It sent a shiver down your spine, much to your own chagrin.

He pouted, jutting his lower lip out at you tauntingly as he leaned close to brush his nose along the high point of your cheek. "You've only just got here, darling," he mused, "I missed you last night. You left me all alone."

It was really pathetic how easily he broke through your walls. Despite your tireless efforts to re-stack each brick he knocked down, the feeling of his soft lips ghosting along the supple skin of your cheeks had those same cinderblocks crumbling to dust. A gentle kiss on the apple of your cheek, a fleeting peck at the slope of your forehead, one slow trail along the angle of your jaw--you were putty in his hands when his lips finally found your own.

Even as his tongue traced the outline of your lips, you desperately tried to fight his hold on you. Grumbling into his mouth, "I'm sure you could have found company elsewhere--"

Tom bit down on your lower lip, hard, and pulled until it snapped back with a loud pop that made you whimper. Yet, his eyes were tender in a way you'd never seen before as he gazed down at you longingly, whispering, "I wanted you, though."

Yeah, you were fucked.

Breathing a little heavier, you gave into your more animalistic desires in spite of the jealousy and irritation that still boiled deep within your veins. A childish, prideful part of you boasted over his words; he'd wanted you! Not Melaina, not anyone else, just you. It was utterly ridiculous.

Tom's brown eyes were warm, inviting, and curious as he waited for you to make the next move. You could see the questions bouncing around behind them; would you leave? Would you stay? But, there was a familiar glimmer of mischief buried behind the thick honey gaze that had you waiting for the other foot to fall.

Taking your lack of movement as an answer, a desire to stay, Tom pressed another kiss to your lips. Long, slow, and mind-boggling--it felt like your soul left your body with the way he curled his plush lips into yours. Already you were heating up, your body buzzing and growing hotter with desire in each second that passed.

You clawed your fingers into the hem of his shirt, scratching your nails along the flesh of his lower abdomen in a futile attempt to ground yourself. It was a frantic plea to him to hold you there, to keep you from floating away as his kiss took you to higher places. He gave a gentle hiss into your mouth at the sting, but pushed harder into your face as his hands inched higher up your back to toy with the band of your bra.

Fingers gently swept the collar of your shirt down, exposing your neck as fuller, softer lips ghosted along the line of the fabric. Wait--lips? Jumping, you reeled back from Tom's face with widened eyes to find Melaina blinking back at you, eyes blown wide with lust.

"What are you--"

Tom popped the clasp of your bra with ease, looking down at you with darkened irises. "Is this okay?" he asked, glancing at Melaina who was waiting beside your twisted, intertwined bodies for approval.

Her fingers swirled slow, tingling circles on your hip, lip caught between pearly, white teeth as she watched you with enraptured intensity. Two minutes ago, the word no would have spilled from your lips without a moment of hesitation--but now? Now, as your eyes lingered on the swollen, bitten lower lip that called for you to taste it; as you trailed them lower to admire the perfectly soft curve on every inch of her body, it wasn't so clear.

There was a supple rise of her chest with every breathe, hardened nipples poking through the transparent fabric of her dress. Rounded breasts upon a gentle, sloping waist, wide hips that certainly gave way to a perfect handful of ass and thigh, all leading the eye down the length of her sculpted legs. Melaina was like a work of art, and every inch of her that you admired sent tingles through your body.

Glancing back at Tom, you nearly moaned out loud. Her eyes burned the side of your face, but it was nothing compared to the heat of Tom's stare into your very soul. It sucked the breathe out of you and left you feeling dizzy, your vision darkening until all you could see were the artful angles of his face.

You spoke hoarsely, swallowing down the lump that formed in your throat, "Yes."

Tom's mouth parted against yours in an instant, his hot tongue slipping inside and making your eyes roll back as Melaina pressed her body against your side and latched onto your neck. Sucking, biting, rolling the soft muscle of her tongue all along each sharp nibble to soothe the tender flesh--it was an overload of sensation all at once. You didn't know where to put your hands as they both crept theirs all over your body.

It was impossible to decipher where one ended and the other began. Whose hand was that gripping your ass? Whose were peeling your bra straps down our arms under your sleeves? Who was slipping their thumbs along the waistband of your pants, tickling your hot, sensitive skin?

Moaning, you gasped, "Please!"

You weren't even sure what you were asking for, but Melaina quickly stepped aside to let Tom pull your shirt over your head as your bra fell to the floor at your feet. He admired your chest for a long moment, palms cupping the swell of your breasts as his thumbs rolled over the stiffened peaks of your nipples, earning a muffled groan from you. Licking his lips, he stepped back and waved the eagerly waiting woman forward.

As Melaina devoured your chest, you followed him with your gaze through heavy lidded eyes. He watched on with an indecipherable glint in his eyes, lips glistening with a mixture of your saliva and his own. Those long lashes fluttered as he dragged his tongue slowly over the plump of his lower lip, nostrils flaring in a sharp inhale as if he were tasting you all over again.

Her lips were wrapped tightly around your left nipple when he finally disappeared behind you, a shiver wracking your body when his fingers caressed the arch of your spine in a fluttering touch. Chest pressed warmly to your bare back, he dipped low to mix his own marks with the ones she had left behind. You dropped your head back onto his shoulder, lulling to the side to expose the entirety of your throat to him in submission.

When had he removed his shirt? The bare skin of his torso was scorching on your back, matching the heat of his tongue dipping in your collarbone in time with a twirl of hers around your other nipple. Fingers, hands, lips, tongues everywhere; your body was reaching its boiling point.

"Come to bed with us?" Tom's husky whisper directly into the shell of your ear had you whining, arching your back until your behind rolled harshly into his crotch. His length ground into you roughly, a quiet groan escaping his lips at the stimulation, "Fuck, darling, you like this?"

Weakly, barely able to focus through all the pleasurable touches to your body, you whispered, "Yes, yes, sir. Please."

You should have known it wouldn't last. You should have anticipated the shift in Tom's attitude, revealing his true intentions to you as he lead you by the wrist into his bedroom to find a dining chair at the side of his bed. But, you blinked up at him dumbfounded as he held up a silk tie before your face with a devilish grin.

Melaina stretched out on the bed with a hand between her legs, knees propped open wide as she touched herself lazily and watched you closely. Glancing at the tie, then the chair, and then Tom's arrogant smirk, you mumbled, "What is that?"

He just chuckled throatily, grinning as he hummed, "Sit in the chair, darling." You blinked again, frozen in place, "Sit, now, or I promise you'll not like the outcome."

Instinctively, your knees crumbled until you fell into the chair with a frown. He snatched your wrists roughly, twisting them behind the back of the chair until the backs of your hands touched and you whined in protest, "That hurts, Tom."

He pulled further, a sharp ache burning through the muscles of your arms as they dug harshly into the back of the chair. "Watch it, (Y/N)." he growled.

"Sorry, sir." you muttered pitifully, eyes downcast to avoid the amused smile on Melaina's face, "What's going on?"

Tom didn't answer you for a long while, taking his time to tie your wrists with the tie until he was certain you couldn't break free. Testing the restraints, you pouted as the fabric didn't yield in any way to your tugs. He hummed under his breathe in appreciation, though, stroking a finger up the length of your arm as he rounded to face you again.

Melaina sat up and leaned into the arm he reached out toward her, your gut twisting bitterly at the sight of her purring under his touch like a cat. "I told you, darling, that stingy girls don't get to cum." he restated his words from earlier, and your body burned with embarrassment, "So, I'm going to teach you to share. You're gonna sit there and watch me, and you're going to deal with it like a big girl. Understood?"

"But I--"

"Do you understand?" Tom hissed, eyes narrowing in a fierce glare that dared you to challenge him further. You couldn't miss the way his fingers twitched, the familiar sting of his palm on your behind ghosting over the skin in anticipation of impact. He remained rooted in place, though, leaning into Melaina's body that was steadily wrapping further around him.

Her lips were on his chest, leaving a flurry of angry purple marks that made you want to scream like a child. "I understand, sir." you grumbled, slumping into the seat.

He smiled, "Good."

It was as if you disappeared from the room entirely in that instant. He turned to Melaina, completely absorbed in her presence as his hands slid around her waist to grab fistfuls of her ass. Groaning, he squeezed the flesh tighter until she whimpered. Your own body ignited in shame and jealousy, fingers clenching into fists that tugged uselessly against their bonds.

The sound of their lips smacking as they kissed, wet and sloppy sounds that echoed in your ears, made you want to whine. How had it come to this, when only moments ago they were kissing you like that? Was this the only reason you were here?

You watched on with an aching core, racing heart, and sweaty palms as the heat intensified between them. There was that chemistry you'd witnessed on set--their movements so in sync it seemed as if they were connected spiritually, a perfect flow of seamless give and take. It was almost painful to watch.

The jealousy that tore you to shreds was not from a desire to be the only woman in Tom's life, though a selfish part of you did secretly relish in the thought. It was an aching, grotesque and petty desire to know that you were the best. You were jealous of the way he found pleasure in someone else, when all you wanted was to know that you were unmatched. You were jealous to feel his touch on your body, and some part of you was growing desirous of hers as well.

It was a purely physical sort of envy; no feelings attached. Or, at least that's what you told yourself. In some sense there had to be a sort of emotional drive behind it, but it was easier to tell yourself it was stupid pride instead of murky, confusing feelings.

Your eyes clenched shut as you bit back a huff of frustration. Melaina's moans grew louder, until she shrieked, "Please, daddy, wanna feel you!"

There was a smack and a rustle, and when you opened your eyes Tom had shoved Melaina flat onto her stomach. The skin of her still rippling ass was reddened in a blazing hand print, his hand rubbing over the mark soothingly. "You wanna feel daddy's cock, princess?" he growled, "Think (Y/N) deserves to watch?"

"Yes, daddy," Melaina murmured, "want her to watch. Want her to see how good I make you feel."

The green eyed monster in your head was stomping circles through your brain, screeching over the cruelty of the situation. Yet, you kept your lips pursed shut as you glared back at Tom with just as much ferocity. He wasn't going to see you break; you'd come out of this on top, you were sure of it. You weren't going to let him see that she'd hit the root of your jealousy right on it's ugly, rearing head with her words.

You scoffed, and he glared at you with a sort of intensity that made your legs quiver, but you faced his scowl head on with a ferocity of your own to match. You wouldn't let him see that she'd hit the root of your jealousy right on its ugly, rearing head with those words; if he wanted to play, then you were going to play just as hard.

Or, maybe you were just emboldened by the fact that he hadn't called her darling again. Either way, you stared him in the eye until he looked away from you with a clenched jaw and twitching hand. Your first, and only, victory of the night.

It was torture. He moaned as he pushed into her, eyes clenching shut and hands squeezing at her flesh desperately when he bottomed out with his hips buried into her bottom. Yet, you couldn't decide which method of suffering was worse; to keep your eyes opened or closed.

Open, you had to watch his face contort with pleasure and the way he interacted with her eager, willing body. Closed, you had to listen to the sounds they made and feel the way your body reacted in accordance. You were dripping onto the seat, angry tears pooling in your eyes, and your arms were going numb from their restrained position.

"Eyes open, darling." Tom ordered, and you bit back the curse that bubbled to your lips. He watched you with hooded eyes until you met his gaze, immediately blocking you out again to focus on the messy, fucked out woman on his bed. She was wailing, and you were trying your best not to join in the chorus.

He was going an an unrelenting pace, each brutish thrust of his hips eliciting a strangled cry from Melaina. She was clawing at the sheets, incrementally crawling away from him until he pulled her back with a forceful tug of her hips. "Daddy, 'm gonna cum!" she moaned, breathless.

You squirmed in your seat, bottom sliding slickly over the wooden surface from how much you'd pooled into it. "Come on, princess. Cum f'me." he urged, voice strained as he rocked his hips faster into her. The sound of skin against skin mixed with the damp sounds from his force into her slick echoed loudly through the room, but it was unparalleled to the unrestrained scream the tore from her throat.

Watching with wide eyes and strained, clenched thighs, you gasped as Melaina arched into the bed wildly. Her actions were so over the top you'd have assumed they were theatrics, if it weren't for the way you could see her physically quivering with full body shivers. Fuck, why couldn't that have been you?

Tom pulled out of her roughly, turning on you and clambering off of his bed to lean over you. His hands wrapped around the arms of the chair tightly, the muscle of his arms rippling as he gripped it so tight the wood creaked. "Learned your lesson yet, darling?" he demanded, nose to nose with you.

Nodding desperately, you gasped, "Yes, sir."

He disappeared from view, Melaina still crumpled into the bed and spent as she breathed heavily. When his fingers brushed your wrists, untying them slowly, you nearly wept with relief. Finally, he was going to touch you.

Pulling you up from the chair, Tom gripped your chin firmly as his thumb tugged at your bottom lip. "Want me to touch you, darling?" You nodded, begging him with your eyes and whining when he chuckled, "You have to earn it."

He sat back on the bed, scooting until his back was propped against the headboard with his legs spread wide. Patting the space between them, he beckoned you forward until you were perched between his knees on your own. You yelped as Melaina crept up behind you, hands sneaking up the skin of your back until they rested lightly on your shoulders, but you relaxed into her touch as she pressed a feather light kiss to your neck.

As she nipped at the skin, blossoming a new mark amidst all the ones she'd left before, Tom grinned deviously. "Let's make a deal, darling," he breathed, "if you can stop yourself from cumming all over her tongue, I'll let you come on my cock."

You squeaked as her fingers dipped down the front of your body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake as she drew nearer to where you were aching for any sort of touch. Deep down you knew how hard it would be not to finish at any sort of stimulation due to how worked up and ravenously needy you were, but if there was a chance to get Tom where you wanted him then you were going to take it. So, you nodded, "Please."

Melaina pushed you forward until you were bent over, propped up on your knees and elbows. Tom's length was straining against his thigh, and he flexed as your slightly frantic breathing blew across the sensitive skin. He reached out a hand to caress your cheek before winding it to the back of your head, pulling you closer until you wrapped your lips around the tip.

You groaned in sync with him as you felt her blow a cool breeze on your clit, your legs nearly buckling as she forced them apart with her hands. Stars were bursting behind your eyes the very moment she drew a line through your folds with her tongue, but Tom's shove against your head kept you grounded. Focusing, you pushed forward until your nose was buried in his pelvis and he moaned loudly.

Her taste was still all over him. Pulling back until you only held his tip in your mouth again, you swirled your tongue around the head and parted your lips to let your spit soak down his length entirely. You looked up and blinked at him coyly, flattening your tongue under his tip and sucking hard until he clenched his eyes shut and raked his nails into your scalp roughly.

Going down again, you gagged around him and tears sprung to your eyes when he held you there. He was choking you, but you weren't thinking about air--all you could think about was how hard it was not to reflexively clamp down each time Melaina tweaked your clit just right, sending spasms through your entire body.

You were fighting hard to keep from going overboard, your stomach twisted up in knots so tight you felt compressed. Explosive, even. He was moaning above you, dragging your head up and down his length slowly, and there were shockwaves of vibrations in your core as Melaina hummed along with him.

Finally, as you took all of him again and squeezed his thigh with your nails digging in, Tom hissed and pulled you off of him. "On your back, now." he commanded, and Melaina jumped back just in time for you to hastily slide into position. "Fuck, need you so bad, darling."

His hands were hot as they slid up your thighs, spreading your legs apart until he could slip between them and crawl over your body. "Needed you last night, lovie, but you decided to ignore me like a brat." he growled, and you flinched as he dropped to his elbows over you suddenly, "Don't even deserve to feel me, you know that?"

"Please," you whined, "I'm sorry I ignored you, I'll never do it again."

Tom dragged his tip roughly through your folds, scowling at you when you bucked your hips into him, "Do that again and you'll go back in the chair."

You froze, and he hummed in approval before continuing his teasing. Up and down, up and down, up and down, he dragged himself over your entrance and clit until you were shaking with need. Each slow rock of his length through your folds was adding fuel to the fire raging within you, your eyes threatening to roll back from the surface level stimulation alone.

After what felt like an eternity, he finally eased into you slowly. You moaned breathlessly, clenching around him and fisting the sheets in a plea for him to just fuck you already. "Fucking love your cunt, darling," he groaned, eyes falling shut in bliss, "perfect little pussy, all for me. This all mine, lovie?"

"Yes, sir." you groaned, arching off the bed as he pushed deeper against you, "All yours."

He pulled back, dragging slowly against your walls until he slipped out of you entirely and left you feeling empty. But then he forced his way back in roughly, jolting you backward on the bed under the force of his thrust. Your lips opened in a silent yell, hands flying up to claw at his back desperately.

Tom's face dropped into your shoulder, mouthing open kisses into the skin that burned like fire. He picked up his pace with a steady, deep roll of his hips against yours that made you shiver all over. Your legs wrapped tightly around his waist, trapping him against you as you gripped his shoulders heavily.

Your eyes were clenched shut in pleasure as you felt him continue to push roughly against that spot deep inside, sending sparks through out your entire body. The coil in your belly had already been strung so tightly you'd feared you'd burst at the first moment of contact, but you were doing your best to fight it off. You wanted this moment, this feeling of him filling you to the brim, to last forever.

But, Tom shuddered above you and moaned into your ear, "Shit, 'm not gonna last, darling."

He pushed deeper into you with his next thrust, grinding your hips into the mattress as he put his weight behind it. You yelped and your hands left his back to find his face, pulling his lips down to yours in a feverish kiss. It was sloppy, all tongue and clashing teeth, but it matched the desperate, animalistic rhythm of his hips perfectly.

That coil inside you was sparking now, fizzling with pent up energy just begging to burst. "Please, please, please, let me cum, Tom." you begged, and he groaned as you said his name, "Please, Tommy!"

With a sharp snap of his hips, Tom pushed off the bed on one elbow and reached his hand down to the apex of your thighs. His fingers met your clit harshly, swirling rapid circles around your swollen bundle as he stared down at you like a starved man. "Say my name again, darling."

"Tom!"

His fingers moved faster, harder, deeper in time with his thrusts that pushed you to heights you'd never felt from him. His eyes were clenched shut and his lips pulled back in a grimace, jaw clenching as his curls slid all over his forehead in a sweaty mess. He looked beautiful like that--all messy and fucked out, desperate to reach that high that you were pushing him toward.

Your legs were shaking wildly, and your stomach was burning as your muscles began to contract. It was the buildup to the explosive release, and you cried out, "Gonna cum, Tommy, yes! You feel so--oh, fuck!"

Wailing, you clamped your legs around his waist and squeezed your eyes shut so tightly it hurt. The coil snapped and you shrieked, his tip ramming into your g-spot over and over as he fucked you through your high. It felt like you couldn't even breathe, couldn't think, couldn't anything anymore. All you could do was feel him inside you, pushing through your pulsing walls as his fingers continued to rub your clit like a madman.

"Fucking--fuck!" he gritted, hips faltering, "Love it when you say my name, (Y/N). Sounds so perfect coming from your pretty lips."

You were desperate to get him there, feeling the way he was shuddering with each thrust as his body protested the exertion. "Tom, please," you begged, feeling the coil in your belly tightening up again, "cum for me. Wanna feel you fill me up, Tommy."

He slammed into you harder than he had all night, making your pelvis ache but you saw white. The world faded away as you burst into the crescendo again, your throat burning as you cried out loudly. Just when you were about to tap out and push him away because it was all too much, he rolled into you deeply and collapsed onto your chest.

So high in your own climax, you barely felt his cock pulsing against your walls as you milked him of every last drop. It was the warmth, though, that brought you back down to earth. The deep, warmth that filled you up had you sighing and sucking in air desperately, blinking up at the ceiling as Tom breathed heavily into your neck.

The two of you laid there like that for awhile, fighting to catch your breathe as your hearts raced against each other's chests. It wasn't until your vision finally cleared and you could breathe a little more freely, though, that a thought popped into your head, "Where did Melaina go?"

Tom laughed, his chest rumbling against yours as he nuzzled his face into your shoulder with a tender kiss to the sweaty skin. "Mm, don't know. She probably left."

"Oh," you muttered, "I didn't notice."

You hoped he didn't notice how you smiled as he hummed back, "Neither did I, darling."

Curled up in Tom's bed, you shivered as his fingers traced lazy shapes into the bare skin of your thigh that was draped over his own. On his night stand sat two abandoned cups of tea, growing colder by the minute, but neither one of you was in any hurry to reach for them. You were content to just lay there in his embrace, soaking up his warmth.

This was what you'd grown to love the most over the past few months of hooking up with Tom. The sex was great, the orgasms mind blowing, but the time spent just enjoying each other's company afterwards was your favorite part. It felt nice to just be close to him, to feel connected to him in a more domestic sense.

"You know there's nothing to be jealous of, yeah?" he asked, suddenly, and you craned your neck back to look at him curiously. His cheeks were reddened slightly as he peered down at you with tender, timid eyes.

Sheepishly, you shrugged, "It's ridiculous, I know."

He frowned slightly, but the crease between his brows melted as you blinked up at him with wide eyes. "Nothing you feel is ridiculous, (Y/N)," he stated, "and it's okay to be jealous. You think I never felt shitty seeing you with any of the other guys you filmed with?"

The flush on his face deepened at his confession, but you grinned. He felt it too? "Really?" you asked, trying your best to keep from giving him total puppy dog eyes.

"Really." he repeated you, snorting when you grinned wider, "And, you don't need to be jealous of anyone. You're the only one who ends up right here in my bed, like this. Only one I want to be here, darling."

You buried your face into his chest with a flustered giggle, and he chuckled as his arms wrapped around you a little tighter. In a desperate need to keep things from getting too serious, still raw over everything you'd felt the past couple of days, you teased, "Mm, I'm only here for the tea--Tom!"

He dug his fingers into your ribs, fighting through your squeals and slaps as you tried to escape him. Easily, though, he got the upper hand and rolled until you were pinned beneath him. With twinkling eyes, a mixture of emotions you couldn't read, he taunted, "Admit it, (Y/N), you're in love with me."

In love with Tom? Your mind went blank as you stared up at him, but he just grinned down at you. There was a little flutter in your belly, and his eyes sparkled a brighter at your shiver. He knew. He knew the truth.

"Nah, it's definitely the tea--"

"Why, I oughta!"

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this is the board for HOLLYWOOD HUSTLERS

(pornstar!tom holland x pornstar!fem!reader)

Summary: Holland and the reader meet each other in the porn film industry and develop a “friendship”.

Setting: Miami, FL in the 90s

Warnings: plenty of smut. Lots of it. Drugs too.

this is the board for SAVE ME

(Milf!natasha romanoff x babysitter!reader)

Summary: Natasha has a hard time keeping up with her twin boys and hires help.

Setting: modern day (preferably AOU days)

Warnings: fem dom, w/w, handcuffs, kinky shit

I know milf!nat was more requested than the other fic but im asking again

#the boards

[azaraspirit]

IT’S HOE TIME BITCHES!!!!!

tagging all my friends!!!! send in promots or asks!!!! im in the mood to write any of these:

tom, haz and peter.

dad au, pornstar/stripper au, firefighter/policeman(i blame 911 for this) and fluff and smut in general!

@tomslovey @worldoftom @keepingupwiththeparkers @foreverstuckwritingandimagining @petersboyfriendsonofthor @tomhollandspideys @osterfield-holland-andcompany @hey-its-grey @mcuspidey @starksparker

#all-about-tom #its hoe time bitches #maybe i should finally make a tag for hoe hour lol

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Sub!BTS — Masterlist

sub!bts x dom!reader writings. all consensual, femdom-centric, explicit. enjoy! ♥ ↳ ao3 | rec | © | writing tips | sub!bts net 

◇ ⌈note⌋ reposts, modifications and translations are prohibited. depictions are fictional & for entertainment purposes only. mind the warnings, this features nsfw/18+ content. 

◇ ⌈key⌋ fics bolded, analysis in italics.

♡ all members

domestic sex

reaction to breath play

bts as your vampire boyfriends

you give them flowers

[MASTERPOST] sub!bts a-z series (smut alphabet)

reaction to chastity

favorite pegging positions

reacting to your high sex drive

they call you goddess

their orgasm faces

where they love to kiss you

maknae line: their balls slapping against your clit

sub!bts— their kinks (list)

dresses and skirts they look best in

explaining the meaning behind bts’ harnesses

their scents

dauntless (m) | mermen!ot7 x reader au

baby cheeks/weight gain appreciation

they call you mommy

they insist you’re beautiful

dirty talk with them

boarding school sub training imagine

deepthroat x male dom!reader

would you rather game

where to kiss them

romance with you

facefucked w/ a strap-on

using a glass dildo on them

you catch them getting off

you shave them

being your little spoon

bts as your butlers

using a fucking machine on them 

they’re shocked how dominant you are

his domme is busy, he wants her attention

how bts would eat you out

you find out they’re submissive

you like pet play

their favorite kinky clothing

their favorite ways to turn you on

fake love — a sub!bts concept

you call them good boy

what music bts would choose for sex?

body/breast worship

blowjob with teeth

massaging you

slave/masochist boyfriends snaps

you’re their tall girlfriend/idol mentor

vampire au: you’re craving their blood

pegging — they break the bed

reader feeling insecure about her body

complimenting bts in french / dirty talk

accidentally turning you on

fingering you

you’re getting loud in bed | crack

putting them to sleep after a long day

their motivations to be submissive

tackling their insecurities

you want them to sit on your lap

bts receiving punishment

you’re anxious

whispering dirty things at the dinner table

pegging them

jealous bts

bts are insecure about losing their abs

bts as the 7 deadly sins

you ask them to sub

giving bts hickeys

they hug you

you’re on your period

bts as mermen

how masochistic are they?

bts cooking for you

cuddling

favorite places to have sex

xmas eve sex

how do they sound like in bed?

foreplay with them

bts as submissive boyfriends

♡ jungkook    

call of nature (m) | camping au sublime (m) | merman au — sequel: dauntless (m) my neighbor with the bloody laundry (m) | vampire au electric lovers (m) | android au ft. tae, jk, myg the scaffolding | painter au pump jack (m) | desert au ft. myg baby goodnight (m) | domestic au sloppy savvy (m) | domestic au ft. myg

bondage with him

maknae line reaction: dom to sub

he’s insecure about his lips

biting kink / pegging scenario

kissing sub!jk

maknae line safewords scenario

comforting the busan & daegu line

sub!maknae line: favorite sex positions

tae & jk as maids

♡ taehyung

electric lovers (m) | android au with tae, jjk, yg | pt 2 cornflower blue (m) | farming au my word to treat you well (m) | prince!tae au playfight (m) | stuck in a blizzard au tease you well (m) | vintage au colonized (m) | domestic au bleeding hearts & happy days (m) | escort au ft. bbh

his choking kink (picture)

maknae line reaction: dom to sub

tae’s puppy kink

pet play / he comes too early

kissing sub!tae

maknae line safewords scenario

comforting the busan & daegu line

sub!maknae line: favorite sex positions

th & jk as your maids

♡ yoongi 

fuckin’ wembley (m) | hotel sex au snowdrop (m) | domestic au trophy boyfriend (m) | secretary au sloppy savvy (m) | domestic au ft. jjk pump jack (m) | desert au ft. jjk electric lovers (m) | android au ft th, jk, yg streaks of fuchsia (m) | baby girl yoongi au repeat (m) | domestic au baptized (m) | domestic au ft. jm

feeling small/showing insecurities + noona kink

who he submits to 

about yoongi saying “i’m yours”

the two ways yoongi flirts

yg, d/s, and the korean age hierarchy

you dress for halloween

underground tattoo artist yg

caning him

yg likes tough women & macho men

hyung line reaction: top to sub

[MASTERPOST] oral writings with myg

studio sex with yg

sub!hyung line kinks

comforting the busan & daegu line

kissing sub!yoongi

cuddling with him

♡  hoseok

second year’s pains (m) | anniversary au

fairy coffee shop au

hyung line impact play series masterpost

when would he not be vocal?

flogging/butt plug scenario

hyung line reaction: top to sub

kissing sub!hoseok

sub!hyung line kinks

♡  jimin

boss witch (m) | sorcery apprentice!jimin au — 2 | 3 | 4 cygnet & cinder (m/r) | bavarian au: prince!jm stunna [r] | domestic au how to kiss a man from venus (m) | alien!jm au simulacrum of dawn (m) | incubus!jm au potions and reverie (m) | husband!jm au baptized (m) | domestic au ft. yoongi awards with a twist (m) | idol au

burlesque dancer!jm ft. dita von teese

making jack-o-lanterns with him

vampire au moodboards 

sub!jm moodboard

maknae line reaction: dom to sub

kissing sub!jm

maknae line safewords scenario

comforting the busan & daegu line

sub!maknae line: favorite sex positions

♡  seokjin 

choking gold (m) | pornstar au

trick or treat halloween imagine 

hyung line impact play series masterpost

paddling/handcuffs/roleplay scenario

lip appreciation post

hyung line reaction: top to sub

eatjin meets pegjin

kissing sub!jin

sub!hyung line kinks

♡  namjoon

fuckup trucker (m) | winter vacation au doc on a date (m) | venice au on the rocks (m) | husband!rm au

hyung line impact play series masterpost

spanking scenario

more sub!rm

lip appreciation

hyung line reaction: top to sub

meme proof: rm is a screamer

kissing sub!rm

submissive hyung line kinks

sub!rm

mtl mlist

rude boy (m) | sub!tom holland student au

femdom resources

‘kink’ vs ‘fetish’

fantasizing about bts: disrespectful?

— [quiz] who’s your matching sub in bts? — [quiz] what type of domme are you? — [quiz] which bts member is your baby boy?

thank you for reading, love you to bits ❤️- caro 🐅 © 2017-2019 submissive-bangtan. all rights reserved. 

#bts #sub!bts #masterlist #crosspost #sub-bts-smut

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T O M  H O L L A N D  M A S T E R L I S T 

blurbs masterlist / all masterlists 

(arranged from oldest to newest)

smut indicated by *

O N E S H O T S :

(no aus)

no hands challenge 

you stumble upon a challenge online in which you makeout with your partner for as long as you can without touching them and you decide to try it out for yourself.

you’ve never? 

when you and your best friend tom end up talking about the things you’ve never experienced, he’s surprised to find that you’ve never been kissed before, and can’t help but offer to help you check that off your list.

remember this *

you and tom share a very intimate night to remember before he leaves for months to film. 

what’s not to love? 

you’ve been cast alongside tom in spider-man homecoming––when an interviewer asks you what you love most about yourself and you can’t seem to find an answer, tom wastes no time in coming to your rescue.

since we were young 

you, tom and harrison were best friends growing up, but soon yours and tom’s relationship developed into something more. however, things changed when he got the role of spider-man. after a year of a tom-less life, he finds his way back to you.

you take charge *

tom decides to let you take charge in the bedroom for a change. (sub!tom)

one simple rule *

tom has one rule, but what happens when you break it? (dom!tom)

the perfect touch *

you’re a rather introverted and touch-starved person, never having been in a relationship. but when tom comes along, he seems to be the perfect one for you.

all i need *

tom’s been having a rough week, and when you ask him how you can help, he knows the perfect way. (dom!tom)

i’m yours *

sometimes tom is really needy for you and you can’t help but indulge him. (sub!tom)

just can’t get enough *

you and tom have been doing this friends with benefits thing for a while now, repressing your feelings, playing this twisted, toxic, jealousy fueled game. but when will you both just accept the truth and be honest with each other?

A U  M A S T E R L I S T S

MOB!TOM

PROFESSOR!TOM

FRAT!TOM

PORNSTAR!TOM

S E R I E S:

[ none yet ]

H E A D C A N O N S:

lazy days in with the boys

what having a lazy day in with the holland & co boys would look like.

tom dating someone with aspergers

what tom dating you would be like if you had aspergers.

tom falling for his makeup artist 

what happens when you’re tom’s makeup artist and he falls for you.

claiming what’s his *

your boyfriend tom agrees to have a threesome with you and his best friend, but that doesn’t stop him from showing his possessive side. 

tom dating someone with social anxiety

what tom dating someone with social anxiety would look like.

teacher!tom *

tom is your colleague at the school you teach at. he’s insufferable and way too charming for your liking. 

all worth it

press tours can be very stressful, but there’s just something about you and your interviews that make it feel like it’s all worth it to tom. 

#tom holland masterlist