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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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.

No more requests, please. This was trash, sorry I’m a bit rusty.