Playing Dirty

okay wait the 181, 182, and 187 was supposed to be list a i’m an idiot

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Both of you had exhausted everything there was to do in the house, and you were getting antsy. Currently, you were sitting on the couch...well, Tom was sitting on the couch, you had your back on the floor, draping your legs on the cushion next to him. Both of you were scrolling through your phones, breathing softly before Tom broke the silence with a groan.

“I am so bored!”

Your mind wanted you to say ‘Let’s play a game’ or ‘I’m sorry you’re bored’ or even maybe ‘Let’s make a Tik Tok’. But of course, you couldn’t have said something normal like that. No, you had the pleasure of listening in horror as your mouth moved against your will, the feelings you’d kept repressed deep inside your mind spewing out before you could stop them.

“If you’re bored; wanna have sex?” You hummed, gasping when you realized what you’d said. “Tom...wait I’m so so-”

His face was serious as he leaned down, gripping your shoulders and pulling you up and situating you into his lap. You gaped down at him in shock, probably resembling a fish more than you would have liked to admit. His hands, which were cupping your knees, scooted up your thighs before resting on your hips, his eyes trained on your lips the whole time. Your breath was caught in your throat as you decided to make that final leap, pressing your lips to his.

He tangled his hand in your hair, moving your head so that he could kiss down your neck hotly, growling in satisfaction when you mewled out, grinding your hips down on his. He bucked his own up to meet your movements before huffing out a breath across your chest.

“Oh fuck. Are you sure about this?” He whispered against your skin, giving you goosebumps. One of his large hands pressed on the small of your back, pressing your chest into his as you groaned.

“Are you?” You countered.

“Me?!” He chuckled lightly, bringing his mouth back to yours before murmuring against your lips “I’ve wanted this for so long.”

“You have?” You paused, “I-I have too.”

He hummed in satisfaction, his kisses becoming sloppier and more feverish. You whined into his plump lips as his hand moved to your front, dipping his hand into your jeans and swirling his fingers teasingly in your wetness.

“Already? Do I really have that much of an effect on you?” He grinned, licking the tops of his teeth and making you whimper as he leaned forward, sucking and nipping at the skin of your neck.

“Should we take this to the bedroom?” You asked breathlessly, making him chuckle.

“Hmm. No. I think I’ll take you right here. Right on this couch...get you to scream my name loud enough for the neighbors to hear.” He hummed practically ripping your shirt off of you before pushing your hips back, encouraging you to stand.

In what was possibly record time, both of your clothes were torn from your bodies before he gripped your hips tightly, pulling you on top of him once more. With a couple unsuccessful pokes, he finally pushed his length inside of you, making you both moan at the delicious feeling before he set a steady pace into you. You shouted out, bouncing on his cock and digging your nails into his shoulders as you bit your lip at how good it felt. He was hitting that spot inside of you with no effort at all, using your hips and the muscles in his own legs to assist your movements.

The closer the both of you got to your highs, the more profanities slipped out through your clenched teeth, and the more you could hear Tom mutter your name mixed with praises and the constant ‘mine’ escaping him, only edging you on further. You were his, and the fact that he knew he completely owned your ass made it all the better.

With a satisfied sigh from you and a strangled groan from Tom, you both came, resting into each other as you caught your breath. He pressed a kiss to your temple, helping you stand up and slip his cock out of you, chuckling when you whimpered at the feeling. After making your mandatory trip to the bathroom, you came back to the livingroom with Tom to find him in his boxers, holding up your panties to you.

“I meant what I said, you know.” He mumbled as you began getting dressed.

“I know.” You nodded confidently, meeting his eyes and making him smile. And though you knew it would change the dynamic of your friendship forever, you decided to tell him the truth. “I did too.”

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Tom loved to tease. In fact, he would make it a personal game to tease you into submission or until you cried, whichever came first. You couldn’t complain though, you loved it when he did this. You loved it when he used you.

“P-please Tommy. I can’t take anymore.” You whimpered, though you both knew it was a lie. You could handle so much more and you both knew it. He chuckled lowly in his throat, circling your clit with his index finger maddingly slowly. It wasn’t nearly enough to get you off, just enough to keep you stimulated, writhing beneath him as your whines gave away your desperation. “I can’t handle the teasing.”

“Awh, but baby...” He cooed condescendingly, mocking you. “You sound as if you like my teasing.” He pressed harder on your slick clit, making you cry out louder and buck your hips into his touch. As punishment for moving, he gave your needy pussy a reprimanding slap, making you groan and throw your head back.

“Grab the headboard for me, will ya? You’re gonna need to hold onto something for this.” He chuckled darkly, and you scrambled to do what he told you to. Without warning or hesitating, he thrusted into you, making you both groan in ecstasy before he set a brutal pace. His thumb never left your clit, drawing slick circles over it as he pounded relentlessly into you.

“Oh god, Tommy. Feels so good.” You huffed, feeling his breath fan across your face and chest.

“Christ. Squeezing me so tight. I wanna die in this pussy.” He growled, and you snorted out a laugh, making him pause.

“You did NOT just say that.” You chortled.

“I guess I did.”

“Are you gonna make me cum, or are we just going to- oh fuck, fuck.” He cut off your sassy comment by resuming his punishing pace into you.

“Don’t you forget who is in charge here, darling.” He teased back, bringing you both to a mind-blowing orgasm.

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“You’re my new pillow.” You hummed to your best friend, snuggling closer into his side, trying desperately to ignore the thrumming of your heart.

“Are you comfortable, darling?” Tom teased playfully and you hummed softly, wishing that you could just kiss him.

You’d fallen for Tom about a month after getting to know him. How could you not? He was charming and funny, and so damn good looking, and you tried desperately to find the right way to tell him how you felt.

The movie played on his tv, but you could feel his burning eyes on you, and not his favorite film of all time. Your heart was pounding, and you turned your head to confirm that yes, he was staring at you.

“What are you staring at, Holland?” You joked.

“Nothing, nothing.” He shrugged his shoulders and shook his head. Leaning up, he placed his hand behind his head, focusing on the tv once more, furrowing his eyebrows and pressing his lips into a hard line. You could tell that he had more to say, but maybe he were feeling just as nervous as you were. Sucking in a deep breath, you willed yourself to just say the words you’d been wanting to say for ages.

“I think I love you.” You mumbled, eyes trained on your hands.

“What?” He whispered back, gripping your chin to make you look at him again. “Wait...do you think you love me, or you do love me because that is an important difference in phrasing and I don’t want to-” You interrupted him, pressing your lips to his quickly. Much to your own surprise, he didn’t hesitate to kiss you back for even a second, quickly wrapping his arms around your waist in an effort to pull you closer until your chest was flush with his own. The warmth of his skin radiated off of him and onto you.

“I do. I do love you.” You whispered. “How could I not? You have always been so lovely to me. You’ve always been there when I needed you. You were right here all along.”

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“I don’t need you! I’m fine on my own!” He shouted at you, making you roll your eyes angrily.

Tom had always had a short temper, something that the mob thrived on, but you, his girlfriend and right-hand woman, hated it. He loved to remind you that you were replaceable, someone who could pack your things up tomorrow morning and he wouldn’t even bat an eye. And you resented him for it, even if you knew he were lying through your teeth.

He was stressed out, that much was clear. But for him to take out his stress on you, like he always did, was completely unfair. And you were sick of it. So, you did what the two of you always did best, screamed at each other until your throats were sore.

It wasn’t healthy, but then, nothing you’d done in the years since joining the mob to be with Tom had been healthy. You screamed things you didn’t mean, and he retorted by calling you names he normally never would. For a moment you began to realize just how toxic your relationship really was. But, of course, you knew that it was a poor time to bring that up. Even still, as the thought crossed your mind, you fell silent, tears pricking at your eyes and slipping down your cheeks. Tom, who was in the middle of a rant, paused, eyes frantically searching your face.

“Wha- wait why are you crying?” He asked quietly, reaching his hand up to wipe some tears off your cheeks before you batted his hand away with a scowl.

“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of it.” You hiccuped through your tears. “I’ll take care of everything. I always do.”

He grimaced, running a hand down his face. It was his move when he realized that he’d taken it too far and made a mistake. It was showing you that he was making progress. He took a few deep breaths, calming himself before he gently tangled his fingers with yours.

“Baby...what can I do? How can I fix this?”

“For starters, you can learn to talk to me. I know you get stressed out, and I know that you think you have to keep me out of the business but, you can’t take on all of this alone. If you don’t learn how to let me in after all the times that I’ve proven to you that you can trust me, then I don’t know if I can do this anymore.”

“I know...” He whispered, hanging his head in shame and pulling you closer to him. “I know, and I’m so sorry. I’ll do better. I promise you.”

You sighed, knowing you couldn’t stay angry at him long. He wasn’t perfect. Hell, he wasn’t even close, but he was yours. And as long as he was willing to work things out with you, you’d always be right by his side. The Bonnie to his Clyde.

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I finally fucking defeated the cursed request! Take that! Anyway, it’s not my best, I’m so sorry.

“You should probably eat something.” Tom sighed, rubbing his eyes warily. You had a habit of staying up way too late, and in return, Tom had a habit of staying up with you. It was almost as if he were a mirror for you to see what you were doing to your own body.

You closed your eyes, allowing yourself a few seconds to rest before opening them once more. Break time was over and you had to crack down and get back to work. He let out a large, loud yawn, making you frown.

“When is the last time you slept?” He tried again, eyes barely able to stay open long enough to focus on you.

“When is the last time you slept?” You countered.

“Baby, you know the rules. I’ll go to bed when I know for sure you are coming with me. Until then, I will be right here on this couch.”

You sighed, watching him as he fought to keep his eyes open. You really, really wanted to finish your homework, but seeing Tom fight with his own consciousness was breaking your heart a little. Yeah. Maybe he had a point. Maybe it was time for bed.

“Okay, Tommy. Let’s go to sleep.” You nodded, saving your assignment and closing your laptop. Only once you’d stopped working did you realize how tired you actually were. It hit you like a freight train, and for a second you were worried you were going to fall asleep in the hallway before making it to the bedroom. But, you knew that Tom would always be there to catch you if you fell. Just like how you fell in love with him.

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And in comes Kai with the SHOCKING angst request!! No complaints but woof.

The door in front of you looked vaguely familiar, but not enough for you to push through the drunken haze of your mind. You leaned forward, your forehead thumping against the door. A moment later, it swung open, a strong arm catching you before you could faceplant into his living room carpet, the familiar warmth of his touch making you frown.

“Y/N? What are you doing here?” He asked softly, making you grimace. Tom’s voice had always been so comforting to you, and this was no exception either. You resisted the urge to wrap your arms around him and inhale his scent like you used to.

Two months ago, you had picked a fight with Tom over how much he’d been working. He was almost never home, and when he was, he seemed absent. You’d gone crazy with loneliness and said some things you didn’t mean. What had officially sunk the relationship, though, was Tom lashing out at you in return. You deserved it at the time, but of course, things had escalated and before you knew it, you broke up with the love of your life. You hadn’t seen him since.

“Are you drunk?” He asked, pushing you back onto your feet as his eyebrows furrowed in concern. “Y/N?” He murmured when you didn’t respond, tucking some hair behind your ear and you tried to ignore the way your heart hummed in satisfaction at the fact that he still cared for you. You resisted the urge to press your lips to his and beg for forgiveness.

“You’re an asshole.” You whispered hoarsely, tears springing to your eyes as the words he’d said to you that night sprung into your head. “I hate you.”

“Come on, darling. You don’t mean that.” He sighed, rubbing his thumbs along your biceps and up to the back of your neck. “Please tell me you don’t mean that.” He begged, pressing his forehead to yours. “Please tell me you don’t mean it because I don’t know if my heart can take it if you do. I miss you, Y/N, and god knows I never stopped loving you.”

Of course, you didn’t mean it. But now you were here, and you’d caused a scene and to say you were embarrassed would have been an understatement. But, here he was...the man of your dreams being vulnerable with you just like he used to. And his lips were so close, you could feel his breath on your face. You missed him. You loved him. And you would be damned if you let him slip through your fingers again.

So, you pressed your lips to his, relishing in the taste of his mouth on yours for the first time in months. Your Tommy was yours once again, even if just for a moment.

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hee it is me the one who wanted number 4,64, 66 and 77 I noticed that I forgot to specify the list so they are from list A ... Sorry hahaha

Don’t apologize! Thank you for the request and the compliment. I really hope I do it justice! <3 As far as series go, I’m HOPING to start something soon but woof.

He’d been flirting with that stupid blonde for half an hour and it made your skin crawl. Once upon a time, everyone in your lives was convinced that the two of you were going to be together someday, but watching his chocolate eyes playfully dance between her ice blue ones made it perfectly clear that that wasn’t going to happen.

“You’re so beautiful.” He’d whispered to you moments before the two of you had arrived at the bar, smiling warmly at you as if he hadn’t just sent your heart into overdrive. “Is that a new perfume?”

You weren’t sure how to react at the time, not that it mattered in the slightest as the blonde stepped impossibly closer to Tom. Your window of opportunity was closing quickly and you still weren’t even sure if you had the guts to say anything to him in the first place. Just as you tipped your head back to finish the rest of your whiskey, you happened to catch Tom’s warm brown eyes as he made direct eye contact with you, widening them before tugging on his left ear.

Years ago, when the two of you were mere kids, you’d come up with the tug on the left ear as a signal. It was your way of telling each other ‘please come save me’ without drawing attention to yourselves. He needed you, so without hesitation, you headed over to where he was standing. Unfortunately, though, the whiskey must have given you too much confidence, making you wrap your entire body around Tom’s muscular frame upon approaching him, making the blonde scowl.

“There you are, Tommy!” You squealed in excitement. “I’ve been looking for you!” You giggled drunkenly.

“She’s gone, love, thank you.” He mumbled, gently wrapping his arms around your waist. “She wouldn’t stop talking about her ex and that is a red flag I cannot ignore.” He chuckled.

“Mmm. She annoyed me from across the bar.”

“Why? Are you jealous?” He asked playfully, not anticipating you to press your lips to his cheek feverishly. He gasped lowly, his big hands gripping your shirt tightly on your hips, pulling the soft fabric up just enough.

“Maybe.” You hummed. “Maybe I don’t love you anymore.” A frown graced your features as you realized what you’d said. He laughed lowly, pulling your chest further into his own and you relished in the warmth you could feel radiating off of him. “I didn’t mean-”

He cut you off, his lips soft and warm against your own, his tongue pushing past the seam of your lips. After letting out a yelp, you closed your eyes tangling your fingers into his hair as you let yourself relax and kiss him back. Even if for just a moment, he was yours.

“I was wondering how many girls I’d have to flirt with to get your attention since flirting with you went over your head.” He beamed, chuckling as you leaned in to kiss him again. The pad of his thumb ran along your bottom lip, kissing your forehead gently when you pouted. “Why don’t we go home, yeah?”

“And then we can kiss more?” You grinned hopefully.

“Oh, so much more, my love.”

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Oof. A concept. It’s cannon. It’s also smut from the start, so.

He’s pumping into you at a rapid pace. You were moaning like a wanton whore beneath him, your hands cupping your breasts. His deft fingers were circling your clit perfectly, making you buck your hips into him. Tom had already made you cum three times with just his tongue and fingers before pushing his throbbing cock inside of you, and you’d cum again once since he’d done that too.

“Feel good, baby?” He grunts into your ear, making you shiver in pleasure at the sound of his husky voice.

“Y-yes, Tommy. Feels so good.” You whined, feeling yourself approaching the precipice quickly. His thrusts became sloppy, less calculated and you knew he was there too.

“Cum for me, darling. Let me have it. Ungh, fuck, Y/N. Fucking cum for me.” He growled and you cried out, clenching tightly around him as you came again, trembling from the overstimulation. He moaned into your neck, pumping himself into you a couple more times as he rode out his own high. He collapsed on top of you, sighing as he slowly pulled out, grinning at you. You chuckled to yourself, rolling your eyes at his smug expression.

“And what are you smirking at, Holland?” You grumbled, crawling out from underneath him to go to the bathroom.

“Oh, nothing...just seems like I keep outdoing myself is all.” He chuckles, which makes you stop in his doorway, turning around to give him a confused expression.

“What are you talking about?”

“Babe...” He laughed, scratching a spot on his stomach before sticking his tongue between his teeth. “Are you honestly going to stand there and pretend that I didn’t just fuck your brains out just now? You going to pretend that you’re not leaning against the door frame because your knees could give out any second? You think I don’t know that-”

“Alright, Tom! You’ve made your point.” You interrupted him, rolling your eyes. Pushing off the wall, you flipped him off before heading into the bathroom, calling over your shoulder, “Showoff.”

“I love you too, darling.” He laughed.

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You’d loved Tom since the day you met him. It was an easy thing to do. He was so charming and sweet, truthfully he practically forced you to do it. But, you were nervous, and yeah, a little insecure. Worries your worthiness riddled your brain, preventing you from ever truly being able to make a move on your best friend. Instead, you frequently would drop lame-ass pickup lines on him, hoping that one day he would read between the lines and understand that you were hitting on him.

“You don’t need keys to drive me crazy.” You beamed at him as he grabbed his car keys to take you out for a night of bar hopping. 

“Thank you.” He chuckled to himself, opening the door for you. “Wait crazy in a good way or in a bad way?”

You stopped, grabbing his arm in an effort to make him look at you. He turned, eyebrows raising as a small smile stretched across his face.

“Crazy in the best way.” You nodded.

“Oh. Okay, cool!” He chuckled, continuing to his car.

Another month passed with no further progress. Trying to swallow your disappointment, you decided that as soon as you had an opportunity, you would try again. You were running lines with him, something you did frequently, and this time, he was studying lines for Peter Parker. The scene was supposed to be with Ned, but of course, you had to fill in.

“Are you science? Because I’ve got my ion you.” You giggled, feeling severe disappointment when he didn’t even crack a smile. He merely looked up from his script, face contorting in confusion.

“That’s not in the script, love.” He mumbled.

“Right. Right, sorry.”

You were ready to give up, quite honestly, and so months went by, living by the ‘better to have him as a friend than to lose him completely’ mindset. You were tired of your advances being ignored, and you figured that if Tom really liked you back, he would have said or done something to respond. So, you learned to accept your lot and move on with your life.

Months had gone by, and you were sitting on the couch with Tom, watching one of your favorite movies. Your head was on his shoulder, your arms curled around his bicep, holding it close to your chest. His head was leaned against yours, and you hated that your heart still thudded so heavily when he held you close.

“Are you tired?” He asked softly.

“No. I’m okay.” You mumbled.

“Are you sure you’re not tired?” He asked, pulling his head away from yours. You leaned up, looking into his deep brown eyes, eyebrows furrowing. You licked your lips, trying not to pay too much attention to the fact that he watched your movements. About to respond, you froze when he cut you off. “Because you’ve been running through my mind all day.”

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Hi nonnie! So you didn’t specify who’s birthday it would be, but since Tom’s birthday is tomorrow and mine is Wednesday, I’m gonna do a headcannon for each!!

Just a heads up this is probably going to get filthy

For Tom’s birthday...

For your birthday...

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“Car sex looks so much easier in the movies,” Sam mumbled under his breath, rolling his eyes at the relatively explicit sex scene in the movie.

Tom chuckled lowly, and you shot him a glare from the corner of your eye, shaking your head as discretely as you could. The twins looked to their oldest brother, eyebrows furrowed at his reaction.

“Something to say, Tom?” Harry asked with a snicker, pausing the movie right in the middle of the lead actress moaning.

“No. He doesn’t.” You growled, giving him a look that dared him to tell them anything.

“We didn’t seem to have any difficulty when we did it, did we, Y/N?” He wore a shit-eating grin, laughing to himself as you buried your head into his chest. Your cheeks burned hot in embarrassment, but Tom didn’t seem phased in the slightest.

“Jesus, Tom.” Sam’s face screwed up in distaste while Harry snickered, offering a hand for Tom to high five.

“You’ll pay for that, Tommy.” You mumbled softly into the warmth of his chest.

“Oh, darling.” He sighed, pressing a kiss to the top of your head and pulling you closer to him. He leaned down closer to your ear to growl softly to you. “I look forward to it.”

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Tom being soft over houseplants is my new favorite thing.

“Darling?” you could hear Tom’s voice call out to you from downstairs.

He’d been gone for months filming Cherry, and you’d missed him dearly. Of course, you did. He’d come home late last night, and the two of you had spent the morning in bed together, making up for lost time.

You rushed down the stairs, a small smile on your face, eyes widening immediately when you saw the dead spider plant he was standing beside. His eyebrows were raised, pressing his lips together as his fingers rolled the dry leaves between them.

“What did you do to Peter?” His voice was quiet, and you bit back the urge to laugh at his ridiculous name for the plant. It was then that you realized that you’d forgotten to water Tom’s precious indoor plant in his absence.

“Oh, Tommy...I’m so sorry...” You sighed with a frown, feeling genuinely guilty for killing ‘Peter a.k.a. Spider-Plant’. Tom chuckled, a large smile splitting across his face before he put a hand to his chest, pretending to wipe a tear.

“He’s dead because of you!” He cried, tipping his head away from you playfully when you wrapped your arms around his waist, tucking your head under his chin.

“I’m sorry!” You yelled between your laughter, making him chuckle as he pulled you tighter into his chest. “I’ll buy you a new one!”

“What so you can kill it too?!” He teased, pressing a kiss to your temple before leaning into your ear to whisper “It’s okay. I still love you, even if you’re a murderer.”

“Oh shut up Tom.” You giggled, leaning up to press a kiss to his lips.

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Prompt - “This isn’t what it looks like”

Yeah, I know I’m trash for doing this a month and a half late. Sorry.

You tried to keep yourself out of Tom’s office at all costs. You were no fool, you knew what went on in there, which is exactly why you avoided it to the best of your ability. You wouldn’t linger near the door, and more often than not, you would carry earplugs in your pocket, having learned the hard way that the screams that came from the dark and cold room were enough to wake you with nightmares for weeks after hearing them.

On this particular day, you hadn’t seen Tom since he’d kissed you upon getting out of bed that morning. And while you normally avoided his office, the loud crash you heard followed by the sound of glass breaking and Tom cursing lowly to himself had you approach the door against your better judgment. You didn’t even stop to knock, a custom you knew Tom had instilled in all of his crew, frantically searching the room for him.

He was near the bookshelf, clutching his hand to his chest and making your heart begin to race. The expression on his face was one you had never seen before, teeth gritted and eyebrows furrowed as he hissed. He was in pain. You sucked in a breath, noticing the broken rocks glass sitting on his desk and the drop of blood that slid down from the jagged edge. Your eyes flicked back to his face, frowning at the stoic expression he now wore.

“This isn’t what it looks like.” He grumbled, trying to hide his flinch as he moved his hand away from his person.

“Oh, so you didn’t slice your hand open on a glass?” You asked, almost unamused as he groaned, letting his head fall back.

“Don’t worry about it, I know you don’t like to be in here.” He shrugged his shoulders, jutting his chin in the direction of the door.

“I don’t.” You agree, nodding softly. “So why don’t you follow me to the kitchen so we can dress that for you.”

“No. ‘M fine.” He huffed, making you roll your eyes.

“Let me rephrase then...come with me to the kitchen so that I can bandage that for you and make sure it heals properly.” You sighed before adding, “You don’t have to be so strong with me, Tommy. You always take care of me...let me take care of you for a change.”

He stayed quiet for a moment, seeming to think over what you had said before he hung his head, letting out a long sigh. Without a word, he nodded, gesturing to the door as a soft expression overtook his features. Deep down, you were glad that you were able to take care of him the way he always ensured to take care of you. And based on the small smile that was slowly growing across your fiance’s face, you could tell that he felt the same way.

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Prompts 24 - “You sound as if you like my teasing?” 39 - “Let me watch you touch yourself.”

It’s a little fast-paced, but I thought it was still pretty good...Hope you like it.

Long-distance relationships were never easy. It didn’t matter how long you’d been dating, or how well you knew each other, or if you knew the other person before you started dating, it was hard no matter what. But thankfully, with a great man like Tom by your side, you both managed to make it work. Even more, thankfully Tom was...creative when it came to keeping the more intimate side of your relationship interesting...even when you were thousands of miles apart.

Currently, you were sitting on your shared bed, hand running along the spot that Tom normally occupied while you waited for the face time call to connect per your boyfriend’s instructions. He’d been sending you texts all day long, filled with less than holy ideas for when you’d be together again and to say that you were eager to hear his voice, to see his handsome face, was an understatement.

“Hello, darling.” His voice was deep, husky, and it made the pool of want between your legs grow even further, making you buck your hips desperately simply by the sound of his voice. You could see that he wasn’t wearing a shirt, and you bit your lip in anticipation.

“H-Hi baby.” You whimpered quietly.

“You’re wearing far too much clothing, my love.” He practically growled, setting his own phone down so that you could see what he was wearing...clad in a pair of boxers that hung loosely around his hips and your mouth watered. His fingers danced along the waistband of the offending piece of clothing, and you could see him chewing on his bottom lip in the top corner of the screen. You whimpered helplessly, feeling even more arousal pool between your thighs as you began to strip yourself of your clothes. “That’s a good girl.” He encouraged you, making you grin to yourself. There were very few joys in life greater than those four words that passed through the love of your life’s thin lips.

“Don’t tease me,” You whined as he gripped himself through his boxers, tempting you.

“Oh, but babydoll,” he cooed, almost condescendingly, making you whimper helplessly, “you sound as if you like my teasing quite a bit though. You sure you want me to stop?” He grinned cheekily, dipping his pale hand into his boxers and groaning lowly as he slowly jerked himself. You knew it wasn’t enough to get him off, just enough to tease himself at the sight of your now naked body.

“Wanna touch.” You whimpered, knowing that you couldn’t do it no matter how badly you wanted it without his permission.

“Beg me.” He chuckled darkly, brown eyes sparkling with amusement.

“P-please Tommy. Wanna feel good. I miss you so much, please just let me touch, just a little.” You babbled mindlessly, all common logic overrun by your desire to get yourself off. It had felt like an entire lifetime since you’d been able to get off and even longer since Tom was the reason for getting off. You were desperate, so you didn’t care how pathetic you sounded.

“Alright baby, don’t hurt yourself. Let me watch you touch yourself.” He demanded, so you lowered the angle of the camera, letting him watch as you took a couple fingers, circling your clit with a moan. “ Tha’s it, baby. Jus’ like that.” He groaned, pushing his boxers down to his thighs and pumping himself quickly and aggressively at the sight of you touching yourself. “Tha’s my filthy good girl.”

“Fuck, Tommy...I’m-I’m close.” You somehow managed to get out through your moans. He grunted in response, speeding up his own hand as his dark, lust-filled eyes trained on the screen in front of him.

“Go on, love. Cum for me.” He instructed through gritted teeth and not even a full minute later you were both hitting your highs, breathing heavily as you both came down from it. “Fuck. Such a good girl, Y/N.” He praised, and you shuddered.

“Mmm. Miss you, Tommy.”

“I miss you too, baby. But, I’ll be home soon.” He promised before leading the conversation into more pure and innocent things, both of you growing more tired by the moment and falling asleep on the phone together. Maybe long-distance relationships were hard, but Tom had always found a way to make it easier, and he was well beyond worth it.

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I just asked for 47 & 52 but realized I didn’t include who. 🤦🏼‍♀️ Could I get that one for Tom? You’re the best!

Prompts - 47 - “Can we cuddle?” & 52 - “You’re cute when you’re angry.”

You’d been pacing near the front door for hours, waiting for Tom to come home to you. He had spent the day with his brothers, and you understood that, but you couldn’t help but want to be selfish with him. Especially after having had such a shit day. First, you’d gotten to do laundry the night before, which meant that you had no clean clothes for work and had to wear dirty ones instead. Then it had rained while you were walking home from work, and as if that weren’t bad enough, one of the boys had eaten the leftovers in the fridge that you’d been looking forward to all day long. You wanted to cry, but even more, you wanted Tom.

He finally came home another thirty minutes later, watching you warily as you padded quickly up to him. Tom prided himself in knowing his woman well. He knew right away that you’d had a bad day, and he was even more proud to know that you were seeking his comfort above everyone else’s. He loved that a part of you, even if it were just a small part of your incredibly difficult, hard-headed, head-strong being, needed him. You threw yourself into his arms right away, and he held you for a moment before pulling back to an arms’ length, trying to get a read on what had made you so upset.

“Can we cuddle?” You asked, or demanded, rather aggressively. There was no warmth in your voice despite the sweet and adorable request, and it made a small smile tug at Tom’s lips. You scowled at his smile, making him chuckle a little to himself, which you, of course, scowled at.

“What’s so funny, Tom?” You demanded, jaw tensing in anger and Tom leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek.

“It’s nothing, Darling. It’s just...” He hesitated, giving the other cheek a kiss as well, seeming to calm you down even just a little bit. “You’re cute when you’re angry, that’s all.” He shrugged nonchalantly, chuckling a little as you frowned at him.

“It’s not funny, Tom!” You whined, and he wrapped his arms tightly around you, letting you know that he wasn’t laughing at you, per se. He loved you, and he did hate that you’d had such a rotten day. He wanted to make you feel better, no matter what, so he kissed the top of your head, pulling you in the direction of your shared bathroom.

“Come cuddle with me, baby. Then you can tell me all about it.”

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