In Each Others Arms

in each other’s arms

a/n: i tried to write something fluffy and short because i’m so drained, so i hope you like it... this was inspired by a dramione fic i read today soooo... also next week, i’m going to start my algebra class so i won’t be able to post as often anymore, most likely every other day or less... nothing can go wrong part 1 will be posted soon, i promise !!!! enjoy the fic xx

pairing: enemies to lovers!tom x reader

warnings: swearing, fluff

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You had no idea how you got to the position you were in now. Only a few minutes ago, you were partying the night away. Now, you were locked in a room with your arch nemesis: Tom Holland. 

Ever since the pair of you were little, you had a mutual hate. It all started when he stole your toy and hid it from you for a whole day. You took your revenge by telling his crush that he wanted to give her a, and I quote, “a gigantenormous kiss.” She never spoke to him again.

You looked over at the brunette, glaring at his side profile. You couldn’t lie, his jawline was on fleek. It could probably cut through the door of this room. 

“What?” He snapped, noticing your gaze.

“Nothing,” you rolled your eyes, looking away.

The two of you fell silent once again. You looked around the room. There was practically nothing, only a bed, desk, and a book or two. You supposed this was the room most people came to fuck.

Tom glanced at you and your wandering eyes. In the dim lighting, he found himself ogling you. Your tousled hair rested on your back, tucked behind your ear. He noticed the natural tint of pink on your cheeks. The way your eyes blinked with innocence and lips fell slightly agape.

You pulled out your phone, checking the time. 2:27 A.M. Your eyes widened in shock. How much time had already passed? Why was no one helping the two of you out?

You let a yawn rip from your lips, and you stretched your arms.

“Shut up,” the British boy hissed, turning away from you to hide his small blush.

“I’m sorry. but some of us actually sleep instead of fucking the night away,” you retorted.

“I’ll have you know that I’m not like that. Whatever your stupid fantasies about me might be like, they’re not true.”

You scoffed, “Fantasies. More like nightmares.”

You rose from the ground, walking over to the bed.

“What are you doing?” Tom asked, eyeing you.

“Going to sleep, what else?”

“I’ll just sleep on the floor then,” he muttered trying to make himself comfortable.

You felt a twinge of sympathy for the boy and considered offering the bed for share. You thought about it but shook the idea away. It would make you seem if you were starting something. As a result, you threw him a pillow and the only blanket on the bed. It was only fair. He got the floor with a pillow and blanket, while you got the bed with a pillow. 

-

Tom awoke when he heard a sneeze. All went silent once more, and his eyes slowly began to flutter shut when, “Achoo!”

He flipped over to face you. You were shivering and tucked in a ball. He started to feel concerned for you, wondering if you had gotten sick.

“What’s wrong with you?” He asked, trying to be nonchalant about it.

“I’m just a lit-” sneeze, “little cold,” sneeze, “s’all,” you spoke, voice wavering.

He didn’t respond, and you assumed he went back to sleep before you heard shuffling from behind you.

Tom crawled into bed with you, placing his pillow next to yours. He draped the thick duvet over you, and you immediately relaxed, except for the still visible shivering.

“Oh, come here,” he groaned, pulling your body into his.

He placed your cheek against his chest and arms wrapped around your waist. Your legs tangled together and the shivering stopped. Now you were just tense from the unfamiliar sensation.

“Calm down. Just go to sleep,” he whispered in a groggy voice.

You nodded, pretending that Tom was any other guy that you’d be interested in. It wasn’t much of a struggle for you because, if you were completely honest, you started to notice more things about the boy that you adored.

Tom knew he felt something for you but was in denial for years. Instead of being nice to you to get your attention, he fucked around with you, insulting you for years to get your attention. 

The two of you fell asleep, at peace, in each other’s arms.  

nothing can go wrong | teaser

a/n: i have an idea for a series!!! i’ll be working on all of your requests as well, but i’m going to work on this series too... enjoy this hopefully decent teaser xx

pairing: fuckboy!frat!tom x tutor!reader

warnings: one swear word, that’s all

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! teaser | pt.1 !

Students around you began packing their bags and leaving the room. You hadn’t noticed seeing as you were adding extra detail to your notes. 

“Y/N?” Your professor’s voice caught your attention.

“Yes, ma’am?” You asked while fumbling to put your supplies away, assuming she was kicking you out.

“Do you mind staying here a little longer? I have something to ask you and another student of mine,” she explained.

You immediately tensed, “O-Of course.”

You never got in trouble before. You thought back to anything you could’ve done that would’ve ticked her off but nothing came to mind. Your anxiety caught up to you, and you dropped in your seat, breathing heavily and eyes watering. Then, another idea popped in your mind. It could be something good. Maybe you were getting promoted to a higher level class.

You tried relaxing while you waited for half an hour, writing more notes and working on your homework. You were able to drown out the thought by giving your work all of your concentration.

The door opened and slammed shut. Your head snapped at the sound.

A tall brunette came strutting in, hands in his jean pockets, hair loosely flopping on his head. His arms defined with muscles. The white shirt he wore was loose and thin, showing off his well defined abs. His jawline sharp enough to cut you.

You recognized the biggest fuckboy and the leader of the most well-known fraternity, Sigma Omicron, on campus. You immediately looked away from him to continue your work.

“Ah, Tom, you made it! Perfect. Please, have a seat,” your professor spoke. “Y/N, you might want to move closer to us,” you looked up at her and flushed with embarrassment but nodded. “Alright, well I haven’t told you why I asked the two of you here today, but I have a proposal to make.”

You gave her a raised brow with suspicion. Beside you, Tom looked as if his soul wasn’t in his body.

“Here me out. Tom, you are failing my class while Y/N,” she smiled at you, “you are the best student I’ve ever had.”

By now, you had caught onto what she was proposing. It seemed as if Tom did as well because he was glaring at the professor with his arms crossed.

“So I was wondering if you,” she looked at you with pleading eyes, “could tutor Tom.”

“Do I even get a say in this?” Tom spoke up.

“You do, but if you don’t want to take my class again next year, I’d take up on this offer. Y/N here can surely help you boost your grades.”

You considered but the thought of the jealous girls attacking you and him flirting with you made you shudder.

“Please, Y/N. I’ll give you extra credit,” she begged.

“I-” you began, only to be cut of by the brunette beside you.

“She should be able to make her own decisions without you begging her, professor,” he said cheekily.

Your jaw dropped, leaving your mouth agape. You couldn’t believe he talked back at a professor.

Feeling empathy for your professor, you replied, “I’ll do it. I’ll also take those extra credit points.”

“Thank you!” She chirped happily before regaining her composure, “I trust you know what you’re teaching, and Tom, don’t scare her away.”

He rolled his eyes, “If that’s all, can I go now?”

You gave him a judgmental side-eye which he chuckled at.

“Yes, you may go,” she dismissed the both of you.

By the time you finished packing, Tom was nowhere to be seen. You hadn’t scheduled your first class yet, so you now needed to chase him down.

You saw him walking away, hands still stuffed in his pockets.

“Tom! Wait up!” You called after him, rushing on your feet.

His head snapped at the mention of his name. He stopped in his place.

“What do you want?” He groaned.

“We need to schedule our first session. When are you available?”

“Already preparing our first date?” He smirked, rewarding himself with a glare from you. “All week, darling. I prefer we take lessons on Wednesday, though,” he said seriously.

“Alright. Let’s meet at the library this Wednesday at 4 P.M. Bring a notebook and pencil. See you then,” you scattered away before he could reply. 

The less time you spent with him the better. As long as you avoided him as much as possible, nothing could go wrong.

Right?

! next part !

plank over me

a/n: i’m back and feeling healthier! it was just my period, oops... i have so many requests to start working on so bare with me and i’m going to have less time because i’m going to have more and more school work now... i got the idea for this fic from tom felton who, by the way, was and still is hOT-- okay then, enjoy xx

warnings: mild smut, fluff, swearing, you’re a horny bitch

italics is your thoughts / inner dialogue 

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Over the quarantine, you and Tom found ways to stay fit. Tom was much stronger than you were, so your workout routines were quite different. Occasionally, you’d share an activity to do together. Tom suggested sit-ups with a kiss each time you sat up, a cliché trend.

You sat on the couch, scrolling through YouTube to watch random Harry Potter videos when you came across the video “Tom Felton Plank All Over Me.” Interested, you clicked on the video and thought it would be fun to try with your boyfriend.

You watched as Tom’s vein began to bulge out of his forehead and words became slightly rushed. You giggled to yourself when he fell on top of the interviewer. His hands reached down to tap on the side of the interviewer’s thighs. For once, you felt jealous of an interviewer.

I’d let him plank over me any day, you thought.

Tossing your phone beside you, you made your way to Tom who was already exercising. Luckily, he had only just begun to warm-up his body. 

Silently, you stood at the doorframe admiring your boyfriend’s bare torso and evident v-line as he stretched. He groaned as he leaned over, attempting to touch his toes. You clenched your thighs together, suddenly feeling a slick in between your legs. You tried subduing your arousal by rubbing your thighs together but it only made you elicit a whimper. Tom’s attention snapped over at the sound.

“Hello, darling, are you alright?” He asked, a teasing smirk on his face.

“I’m great,” you smiled, “I just came to inform you that I found a cool little challenge we can try today.”

“Oh, really? What’s this challenge?” He moved towards you.

“Well, one of us are supposed to plank on top of the other person for as long as they can hold it for. We can still talk and kiss,” you blinked innocently.

He chuckled, “You don’t need to use this as an excuse to snog me, love.”

“I’m not trying to snog you! Besides, you’d be the one pouncing on me,” you replied bluntly.

“You’ve got a point there,” he placed a kiss to the top of your head, holding you to his chest.

“Do you wanna try it right now?” You asked, voice muffled.

“Anything you want, princess,” he pulled away.

“Whatever,” you rolled your eyes, “I’ll go first because I’m not as strong as you.”

“Alright, then. Get on top of me,” he laid down on his back.

You climbed in between his legs and laid on his body, unwilling to plank.

“We haven’t even started, and I already regret this,” you whined.

“C’mon, darling,” he encouraged you, tickling your sides.

“Fine,” you groaned.

You rested your forearms beside his head, face inches away from his. You breathed slowly, trying to focus on using your core. You closed your eyes, relaxing your body.

“Darling,” your eyes snapped open. “I still want to talk,” the brunette laughed underneath you. He lifted his head off the ground to place a gentle kiss to your lips.

You gasped, feeling a tingling sensation in your stomach. You wanted to moan or cry out, but you were left breathless. You already felt your core starting to tighten and burn. 

“How are you doing up there? Feeling the burn yet?” Your boyfriend teased, noticing your stiff expression. You shook your head ‘no’ to prove him wrong, although your were suffering from the pain. 

How long had it been?

“You got this, darling,” Tom cheered you on.

You couldn’t hold your own weight anymore and plopped onto your well-built boyfriend. You were panting, arms limp beside him. You felt the vibrations of his chuckles tingling down your spine.

“As much as I enjoy you lying on top of me, I’d rather take that position,” he tapped your side, signaling you to get off.

“Ngh, Tommy, I don’t wanna move,” you pouted.

He rolled his eyes and flipped you onto your back on the floor. He positioned himself above you just as you did and held himself.

“That hurt so much. I hate it. How do people even do that?” You cried.

“You just need more practice, love. I’m sure you’ll be able to hold a plank longer after some more training,” he replied with ease.

“I hate how strong you are. It’s like you’re unintentionally mocking me,” you complained.

“I’m sorry, darling,” he leaned down to kiss you.

Tom was able to hold himself above you for a lot longer than you could. The body heat coming from the both of you intensified your arousal, strangely. You were sure he was trying to provoke you because he would occasionally dip his hips to “adjust” himself but accidentally rub his crotch against yours.

“Fuck, I can’t do this anymore,” he strained out.

He gently dropped from his plank, smashing your lips together.

“I want you so much, right now,” he whispered against your lips.

“Then take me,” you replied breathlessly.

His hands tangled into your hair, roughly kissing you. His hips ground against yours, thrusting your crotches together.

“Please, Tommy,” you moaned, bucking your hips in the air for more friction.

“Please what?” He teased.

“Please fuck me. I need you in me. Please,” you begged mercilessly.

“My pleasure, darling.”

I love Mob! Tom too much. and I would like to see Reader and Tom as a couple but Tom doesn't know anything about Reader's past because she has lost her memory. and as they are a couple, Reader is Tom's weak point so his enemies try to capture her but she has reflexes to defend herself from before she loses her memory because she was a contract killer, if that's ok with you

at peace

a/n: this was hella darker than i planned, as well as longer... so i didn’t make this fluffy at all, it’s just straight up angst, heavy angst,,, also i wrote this at like 2-4 am so sorry if it gets kind of confusing, i’ll reread it tomorrow... enjoy xx

warnings: heavy angst, wiped memory, major character death, sacrifice

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You walked into the dark room, senses heightened. A pulsing ringed in your ears as you looked around.

“Hello?” You said, hand gripping on your gun. The sound of someone running didn’t go by you. You snapped your head in the direction it came from. “Who’s there?” Your gun was out of its holster, pointing into the darkness. “Show yourself.”

A figure tried to grab you but you easily dodged their attempt. You punched your target in the gut, causing them to keel over. In their vulnerability, you grabbed their arm and twisted it behind their back. They groaned in pain as you dug your gun into their temple.

“Who do you work for? What was your plan?” You asked, adding more pressure on the gun with each question.

The man grunted and struggled in your grip. He didn’t reply, only kept yelping and mumbling “bitch” or “motherfucker.”

“Answer me!”

“This is our plan,” a deep voice roared behind you.

Then, everything went black.

You shot up in the bed, breath heaving. Sweat was dripping down your forehead. You looked around, but you were still in Tom’s room, snuggled in the blankets of his bed. The space beside you was empty but a dent lingered on the mattress where Tom slept. He had already gone to his office, like always.

What was that dream you just had? Why was it so familiar? And why did it feel so real?

You shrugged off the dream, knowing it couldn’t’ve been real. You haven’t the skill to fight that you had whilst attacking the stranger. You assumed it came from dating Tom and watching action movies. 

You walked out of the mobster’s mansion, into the garden in the backyard. You walked through the vibrant flowers, feeding them with freshwater you’d gotten from the kitchen. Birds chirped happily around you, singing you a welcoming morning song. They’d practically became your friends. You felt like Cinderella, excluding all the labor and step family, whenever you came to the garden. 

You’ve had nothing to do since Tom restricted you from leaving the property. He’d told you someone was coming for you, saying that you were his biggest weakness. He even told you to cut off all communications with friends and family, keeping them off the radar. You couldn’t refuse, besides, you wouldn’t try to anyways.

You skipped and twirled on the dirt trail, humming a quiet tune. You basked in the sunlight and the butterflies fluttered around you. You were nearing the mansion once more. The butterflies and birds had gone away, leaving you in solitude. 

There was silence. It was a familiar silence. Your senses heightened. You could feel that something was off. A deep voice softly spoke to another from behind you. You knew that voice from somewhere, you’ve heard it before. You gripped your metal watering can. Something about your grip felt routine.

You heard the grass rustle and you moved ahead. You knew that if you were closer to the house, you’d be able to get help faster.

Help. Where did all the mobster’s men go? You were the only one outside. There was definitely something wrong.

You felt the warmth a someone’s hand hovering over your shoulder. You gripped it, kicking them in the gut. You turned to see a tall man. Even bent over, he was still taller than you. A wave of fear washed over you, telling you to run but your body moved on its own. You continued to punch the man on the side of his head, hitting a specific point to knock him out. The sound of his head slamming onto the ground didn’t faze you as you prepared to attack the larger, scruffier looking man.

“A failure. Even with your memory wiped he can’t beat you,” the familiar voice said, appearing from the shadows.

The ringing of a gunshot filled your ears. You didn’t flinch or wince. You were still. Something took over you. Memories started flooding back into your mind, one by one. There were images of life before your memory had been taken. Everything fit together perfectly now. You hadn’t met Tom in a coffee shop. He saved you. He saved you from this man standing ahead of you now.

“What do you want from me?” You growled.

“Isn’t it obvious? I want you. More precisely, I want to kill you,” he said, pointing the gun at you.

“Was I hired to kill someone that you knew?”

“No, buttercup. You are precious. At least Mr. Tommy thinks you are,” he grinned at you sickly.

“But you wiped my memory before I even knew him,” you stated.

“I didn’t, but he did.”

“What?” You were confused. How did Tom know you before he saved you?

“He watched you everyday for every hour. He found your work inspiring and motivating. Let’s just say he fancied you from the very beginning.”

Without a word, you dashed towards the man, attacking him at every angle. He was able to predict every move and was left completely unharmed when you pulled away.

“Don’t just stand there! Fight back,” you shouted, furious.

He raised his gun, pointing it straight at you. This wasn’t anything new for you. You were trained for these situations.

Building up speed, you ran towards him, swerving so that he couldn’t shoot you. You jumped, climbing to his neck. Your legs wrapped around his neck and elbow knocked his head. He visibly loosened his grip on the gun, and you pounced at the opportunity. 

You stood ahead of the man, safety off, finger ready to pull the trigger.

“I will do it,” you said, a fire burning in your eyes. “You took my memory, my passion away from me. I’m going to avenge myself,” you seethed. He fidgeted, “Hands where I can see them.” His hands shot right up. “I could kill you right now; take back what everything I’ve missed. This can be practice before I go back to the field.”

“Darling?” Your boyfriend’s voice penetrated your glowing red ears. 

You didn’t reply. You were radiating with anger and hatred. You felt powerful, though. The fate of this man’s life was in your hands.

“Y/N/N,” Tom placed a hand on your shoulder, “I can do this.”

You shrugged off his hand, only seeing red. Your breathes were deeper, heaving your chest up and down. Your teeth grinding, you were itching to pull the trigger.

“You deserve to suffer,” you cackled.

The man’s expression was practically begging for you to let him go or make his death fast and painless. 

“Y/N,” Tom spoke up again.

“No! He’s mine to get rid of,” you snapped.

“We need to interrogate him. He’ll give us the answers we need,” the mobster tried.

“What questions? All of them are answered. Aren’t they, Tom?” Your gaze switched to the brunette. “Or are you hiding something from me? Something important?”

The mobster’s men took the burly man captive, leaving you and Tom to sort out your business.

“What d’you mean hiding something from you? I told you the truth about everything.”

“I don’t remember meeting you at a coffee shop,” you glared at him.

“What? Of course we did. How else would I’ve met you? Your memory can’t be trusted, darling. You were wiped, remember?” A stern look rested on his face.

“Oh, how could I forget? But not to worry, it’s back now,” you sneered, “You stalked me?”

“Stalked isn’t the word I’d use, more so observed and protected,” he stated.

You laughed darkly, “I don’t need protecting. I’m a contracted killer, Tom. Get that in your head. Besides, you did a shit job of protecting me, or maybe this was your plan all along. You wanted to take me as your own, so you wiped my memory and told me we were in love.”

“I would never do that, darling. That’s completely absurd,” his brows furrowed, “now please, let’s go back home. We need to pay even closer attention to any intruders.”

You pointed the gun at him, “No. I don’t need your protection. Not anymore, at least.”

“I’d put that down if I were you,” he finally realized you weren’t the same old you anymore; he’d have to put up a fight no matter what.

“What are you gonna do? Shoot me,” you said innocently. You snorted, “Doubt it.”

“I will do it,” he said darkly, the love in his eyes gone.

“Who goes first?” You asked childishly. Before he could reply, you pipped, “Oh, I’ll do it.”

The loud banging of a gunshot rang louder than normal. Time seemed to slow. The birds chirped in a sad tune while the butterflies lined on the branches of your favorite tree. You smiled at them. They replied by gently flapping their wings. You reveled in the sense of peace. You laughed and laughed, remembering your shot, a feeling of victory coursing through your veins.

“Y/N, love!” Tom rushed to your side, clutching your body before it hit the ground. “You’ve gotta stay with me. Fuck, there’s too much blood.”

You smiled lazily at the boy, dropping the gun to the ground. You felt the blood warming your body. Your vision became hazier and everything around you seemed so serene.

“It’s alright, Tommy, no more weaknesses now,” you managed to whisper.

You were numb with love. Everything good in your life rushed into your mind. You felt lighter. Finally, you were freed from your everlasting torture. No one to kill, to run from, to weaken. The birds chirped their welcoming morning song, leading you into the whiteness. You silently thank them, eyes starting to flutter shut.

“I-I lo-love yo--”

Warm. Cold. Peace. Anger. Content. Sad. Two different worlds, two different emotional states. Maybe sacrifice is for the better. 

How does the prompt list work like are you writing these stories in order because I want to read the “stop pretending your ok I know your not” one

hi! so basically, you just send the number of the prompt, which in your case is number 57. then, i’ll start working on the fic based on “stop pretending you’re okay, cause I know you’re not.” if there is a specific scenario / plot / pairing you want in your request, you can also add that in. in short, the prompt list is just a base for you to send in requests for fics. hopefully this helped! if you want, i’ll work on the “stop pretending you’re okay, cause I know you’re not” prompt.

birthday sex

a/n: my mental health has been plummeting because of the state of America and family issues, so i hope i’ll be able to continue writing for you guys, i love doing it, i’ve just been so worried all of the time now... happy 24th birthday thomas stanley holland! i love you so much!! enjoy this smut, i might write a fluff fic for those who don’t read smut xx

warnings: SMUT, unprotected sex, oral (m. receiving), daddy kink, horny shit, swearing

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Tom awoke to an empty bed. You were missing from your side of the bed. He assumed you were preparing breakfast before he felt a warmth in his lower regions. Within a second, his head was back on his pillow, and he was groaning with pleasure. 

“Fuck,” he moaned. Fixing himself on his forearms, he tugged on the white sheets, revealing his beautiful girlfriend with her mouth wrapped around his cock. “Don’t stop, you feel so good.”

Your E/C eyes stared right into his chocolate pearls. You blinked innocently at him before continuing to skillfully swirl your tongue on his length whilst bobbing your head up and down. 

“Just like that, darling,” he breathed.

A small quantity of warm liquid came out of his tip. Your mouth pulled off his cock with a pop and tongue came down to teasingly lick the tip.

“Mm, you taste delicious, Tommy,” you said prior to taking him in your mouth again.

You took him as far as you could, but with the remaining length, you used your hand to stroke and the other hand massaged his balls. You increased your speed, making wet noises as you bobbed your head.

“Keep doing that, and I’m gonna cum,” Tom moaned.

You worked even harder to get him to his release, moving faster and more in depth. You could feel him tense up underneath you, and you smiled to yourself.

“I’m gonna cum, darling,” he grabbed your head and led you through it.

His seed shot into your mouth as he let out a loud groan. You pulled your mouth off of him, keeping your eyes connected. Your cheeks swollen with his juices, you swallowed the load at once. His eyes immediately filled with lust once again.

“How’re you so good at that, princess?”

You straddled his lap, wearing a matching set of bras and panties. He hadn’t noticed before, too distracted with pleasure, but he certainly did now. You could feel his arousal press against your core.

“I’ve practiced many times on you, that’s how,” you smiled.

“Well, I think it’s only fair for me to have some practice, don’t you think?” He flipped you over and pinned you to the bed.

“Anything you want. I’m your present after all. Happy Birthday, daddy,” lust coated your words.

“Fuck, princess,” he ripped your laced bra off, revealing your hard tits.

He dipped down and harshly sucked on it, massaging the other with his hand. You moaned loudly, thrusting your hips into the air. 

“So impatient, aren’t you?” He chuckled. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you, baby.”

With that, he placed kisses from your collarbone, around your nipples, down your core to the spot you desired him most. He avoided it, moving around it or gently grazing his lips against it. You let out a frustrated moan, grinding your hips into nothing in attempt to have any friction rub against your clit.

“Tommy, please,” you gasped.

“Who?” He teased.

“Fuck, daddy. Please, daddy,” you cried.

“What do you want me to do, babygirl?”

“Fuck me. Touch me. Just please pound my pussy,” you begged pathetically.

“Since you asked so nicely...”

He took a torturously long time to pull off your matching panties, pausing to admire your wetness. When he successfully, and finally, stripped you from them, they flew to an innominate place in the room. 

“Look at you, you’re practically dripping onto the bed,” his fingers stroked up your thigh, gaining a shivering exhale from you.

His tongue dove into you without warning, causing your hips to thrust at the sudden pleasure. His thumb moved to your clit, hovering over it. You begged to feel the pressure against your nub, only to jump when he instantaneously began rubbing you. He easily brought you near the edge. You felt yourself slowly falling over the edge, but the feeling was quickly retracted. 

“Daddy, please, I need to cum,” you sobbed, blinking at him with your puppy dog eyes.

“Don’t worry, babe, you’ll cum with me.”

He grabbed his length, collecting your liquids with the tip. He used your wetness and stroked his cock before entering you. The two of you let out a moan, eyes rolling with pleasure. He started slowly, ensuring you wouldn’t cum too early.

“Fuck, To-daddy, faster. Please go faster,” you moaned.

He grinned, snapping his hips into yours faster and rougher. Your face contorted with pleasure.

“You like that?”

You nodded, eyes screwed shut.

“I asked you a question,” he said through grit teeth.

Your eyes flickered open, and you blushed, “Y-Yes, daddy, I love it. Thank you.”

He smirked with pride. His thumb moved to tease your clit once again. Your hips thrusted into the air at the sudden touch. 

You could feel your core tighten and you yelped, “I’m gonna cum, daddy.”

“Hold on a little longer, darling, I’m almost there,” he leaned down, placing a chaste kiss to your lips. “Okay, get ready,” he mumbled against your lips. His thrusts became sloppy and breathing jagged, “C-Cum, now.”

“I love you,” you moaned, gripping his curls.

His lips focused on your neck, sucking and kissing the skin. He left himself inside your warmth, working the two of you through your orgasm. 

His body plopped beside you, chest heaving. You turned on your side to face him. You traced his jawline with your finger, smiling exhaustedly. His arm wrapped around your waist, placing a kiss to your hair.

“Round two?” He smiled at you.