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Summary: Tom Hiddleston was your professor and you enjoyed his subject. You didn’t enjoy how he treated you. At first it was alright, but everything became worse - failing, extra classes and so on. You didn’t understand why but even after all this stuff you liked him. You couldn’t say him though. He hated you, it seemed. Once you had to ask him to reschedule your meeting. Well, good for you he was in a good mood. Kind of…

Professor! Tom Hiddleston/Reader

Warnings: explicit and mature content, Alternate Universe - ProfessorsProfessor, Tom Hiddleston, Love/Hate, Misunderstandings, Confessions, Fluff and Smut, Humiliation, Alternate Universe, Party, Public Sex, Oral Sex, Fingerfucking, Wall Sex, Spanking, Hair-pulling, Praise Kink, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Awkwardness, Caring, Light Dom/sub, Developing Relationship, Dirty Talk, Talking, Happy Ending, Cross-Posted on Ao3, Begging, Riding

Words: 5288

You messed up. Again. And again it was during his class. Professor Hiddleston taught English Literature. You genuinely liked his subject, and as much as you didn’t want to admit, you liked him too. The thing you didn’t like is how he treated you. You were an excellent student, you were friendly, smart and curious. His classes on the other hand were like you were boxing. You should’ve choose your next movement so your opponent would not hurt you. And that opponent was your professor. So good to everyone, bad to you.

He treated you bad. In the beginning of the year, when you first met, everything was just fine. After few months he started to fail you, humiliate you in front of everyone by asking some stupid questions that were not even about the topic you were discussing in class. He asked millions of questions like this. It became worse. He gave you infinite amount of extra work. When you couldn’t answer his questions, he made you stay on his office until midnight doing some incredibly hard or useless stuff. It was various from moment to moment.

You were pissed off that you liked him. This man treated you like a piece of shit, literally, and you still had some awfully hot dreams about him. You never tried to ask why he was treating you like that. You were afraid that he’d understand how did you feel about him. You didn’t want to cancel the class either. So, you just put up with it.

The day has come. You had a meeting that night, kind of a party, something about your cousin’s marriage. It was important. You weren’t close with him, but he was a family after all. You just needed to be there, because your parents couldn’t make it. They were busy at work, so you were like an ambassador. You didn’t mind, you needed some rest. After your professor’s treatment you wanted it.

However, you were on the same situation again. Unfortunately for you, you had to be in his office at 6 pm, just when party began. Your friend kept telling you that you should come and talk to him, ask to reschedule your appointment because you had important meeting. The thought of asking him frightened you. He seemed so tall, so powerful, he radiated dominance, his voice was demanding. And you were excited at the same time because of that. ‘You’re insane,’ you said to yourself.

No matter how much you didn’t (and did) want to do it, you came to his office. You were staying in front of his closed door, took a deep breath. ‘Alright, if he wouldn’t let you go tonight, you just said him everything that you think about him and leave.’

You knocked.

“Come in,” you heard deep voice and stepped in. “Ah, that’s you. I was expecting to see you later, what do you need?” He looked at you only once and went back to his work.

“I- I just wanted to ask,” you mumbled. You weren’t so brave now.

“Then ask,” he said, still not paying any attention to you. Why would it be so difficult. You just opened your mouth and his phone rang. “Hold on,” he said, picking it up.

“Hello,” he said, he was in a better mood in seconds. “Yes, I’d like to, of course, thanks,” you couldn’t hear the person he was talking to. He was quite for a while, listening to the caller.

“Where and when? I heard you moved, so I need your new address… Alright, excellent,” he wrote it down on a piece of paper but you couldn’t see what he did write. He was invited somewhere, good for him. “Yes, yes, my pleasure, goodbye,” he said and ended the call.

“So, what did you want?” His demanding voice was back again, he was strict, but he looked at you this time.

“I wanted to ask, can we reschedule today’s appointment. I have sort of a family event and it’s really important, I need to be there,” you said. That wasn’t that bad, but he was staring at you all the time, never breaking the eye-contact.

“Good for you I just got plans,” he said, still looking in your eyes. They were beautiful, but it wasn’t the right thought right now. “I’ll email you when our next appointment would take place,” you whimpered ‘thanks’ and left. You were lucky today, weren’t you?

You got home as soon as possible, you were happy. You were happy that you were brave and strong enough, you were happy because you’d get some rest. You also noticed that you liked when he was staring in your eyes, it felt personal, you liked when he was in a good mood. Maybe after today you’ll work on getting a better relationships with him. Maybe you’d get drunk today and forget about it. You didn’t know. You knew that you were going on a party and you wanted to look great. After all this days in university you were desperate to put on some nice dress and heels. You hadn’t got time and will to do it at school, but today… You knew your cousin was rich and his house was big, so he definitely had a garden. The weather was good and you were sure that main activities would take place on the outside. You were excited to see his house too, you haven’t been here before.

You picked some nice dress, dark blue, almost black. You looked in the mirror once again and walked outside, the car was already there, waiting for you. You knew it would be great, you were sure. No homework, no classes tomorrow - it was Friday after all, no annoying but hot professors. You could feel how good it’s going to be. While you were in a cab, you reread message from your cousin. When you read it for the first time you did it quite superficially, not paying attention to details. Just place and time. Now you understood that it was marriage announcement and you cousin asked not to bring any gists. Good, because you didn’t have money and time to find one.

You arrived just in time, thanking god for sending plans to your professor. You felt confident and beautiful, entering the house. It was big, somehow it looked like a castle. You were in fairytale.

“Hey,” you heard low voice behind you and turned around, “how are you doing?”

“Hi, Clancy, it’s good to see you after all this time. My congratulations, when are you going to introduce your bride? I can’t wait to see her and I’m sorry that my parents are not here, they’re working and they are rather busy,” you said and took a glass of champagne when a waiter passed by you.

“Later, later, she’s still getting ready. Yeah, I heard about their work, they told me. Don’t worry, it’s ok, I understand. Thank you for coming, I know it must be difficult for you to do it, you know, uni and everything,” he chuckled.

“Oh, that’s fine. Anyway, your house is gorgeous, I wonder how long it took you to move. Who did you invite, by the way? Just curious, If you don’t mind,” you asked. There were a lot of people, but you knew there wouldn’t meet any of your family members. You didn’t have much left. So, it was just you and other people were from bride’s side or their friends.

“Friends of mine, my bride’s relatives. Not everybody is here though, I’m still waiting for one of my friends. I must apologise, but I have to go to other guests, if you don’t mind. Enjoy the party, everyone is nice here,” he said and left, leaving you alone. You wasn’t upset, you liked being alone sometimes, on parties mostly.

You made another sip and started studying the crowd. There were a lot of girls on the other corner of the room. It seemed like they’ve drunken too much already. Some boys too, maybe some of them were dating with girls or with each other. In the end of the room you could see an old couple, probably bride’s parents or grandparents, you weren’t sure. Clancy was greeting each guest, waiters worked really good, running through people. You turned to look at the back door. There was a garden, you were right, so you headed to it. You wanted some fresh air. As you were going you didn’t notice other guest arrival.

You stepped outside, leaning over some column and taking some more sips. You enjoyed the weather and you liked that it was quieter here. Though you saw some decorations, so you knew that the party would be here soon. There weren’t people at all, even waiters avoided it somehow. You liked it.

“Nice to see you there,” you stopped breathing for seconds as you heard that voice. You knew exactly who were talking to you. You couldn’t believe it.

“Professor Hiddleston, I didn’t expect to see you there,” you said as you turned around. He looked at you up and down, and then his gaze returned to your eyes.

“I didn’t expect to see you there,” he said. He was kinder than ever to you. “So, that’s the family meeting you asked me to reschedule our appointment to?” He asked. You knew that he knew the answer, so what was he doing?

“Tom, dear, you’re finally here,” you heard Clancy’s voice and breathed out. That was perfect timing. “Oh, I see you met my cousin. Well, I’m glad you’re enjoying the party,” he said it to you and continued, “and I’m also glad that you could make it. Sorry for telling you so late, I lost your number and nobody has it,” so he was talking to your cousin when you stood in his office, great. That was embarrassing and annoying, you wanted to forget about uni until Monday, at least. “We’ll begin in twenty minutes, Sarah cannot pick a dress, I’m sorry. I’ll be back soon. Thanks for coming, dude,” he patted on his shoulder and left. You stood here almost pale as he was talking. How was that even possible.

“Cousin?” Asked Tom as he left. He waived for a waiter and asked him to bring a glass of whiskey. You felt like you needed something more strong too, that was unexpected.

“Yes, cousin. Dude? Are you best friends or something, professor?” You chuckled. You wasn’t in his office, you wasn’t in his class, so you were braver than usually.

“We are. You didn’t know? That’s a pity, you’re family, after all,” he laughed and took a glass from a waiter, who just brought it. “Anyway, why are you outside, when everyone is inside?” You could hear that he was interested.

“Why does it matter?” Another sip, great, you glass was almost empty and everything hasn’t even begun.

“Just asking,” he murmured, looking in the garden. You didn’t say a word for a while.

“And why are you here, not with them?” he looked at you as you asked him. You shivered. You didn’t mean to, but you did.

“Are you cold?” funny thing that you were. It was late now, sunset was in minutes, it was getting dark. You didn’t even notice that you were cold because of a sudden of this situation. Then was the most unexpected part of this night. You didn’t see that coming. He offered you his jacket. You couldn’t say a word and just nodded. He carefully placed it on your shoulders, you felt his fingers meeting your bare skin. Maybe you were wrong, but his hand was touching your shoulder way too long. And it felt way too good.

“Thank you. I thought you hated me,” you said. You wanted to shut your mouth but you couldn’t resist. You couldn’t see him treating you bad after tonight. And what has he done? Just offered you a jacket.

“I-,” he stopped, you saw that he was worried. For the first time you saw another emotion. For the first time since the beginning of the year… “Never,” he took final sip and left, leaving you completely alone, while billions of questions were rushing through your head.

The main party began. Clancy and Sarah invited everyone on the outside, the waiters were there now. They offered some blankets, but you had the jacket. You haven’t seen him for a while, you we’re wondering where could hide this man. You were sure he was taller than almost everyone. You tried to forget about his words, asking waiter why for a glass of whiskey. You didn’t really drink much, but you liked the flavour and it helped you to relax a little. You knew you wouldn’t be drunk after one drink, so you wasn’t worried.

Meanwhile, Clancy and Sarah announced their wedding. Sarah was talking about proposal, her friends cried because it was so sweet. Too sweet and cute for you though. Balloons, flowers, sunset, dinner on the yacht, candles, musicians. You thought that it was too much for one evening, but you were happy for them. You were happy for Clancy too, he was searching for ‘the one’ for a long time. After her story they invited everyone on their wedding, everyone who was in there. You clapped with the others and after that all of you shouted ‘Cheers!’.

You did enjoy this evening. Regardless, you were still thinking about your professor. You wanted to find him and you almost went to do it, but you noticed that it wasn’t necessary any longer. He was congratulating guys, talking to them. You stopped as you decided to wait until he’d be alone somewhere. You wasn’t listening to their conversation, but then you heard him laughing. He was happy, you could tell. You liked seeing him happy, you haven’t fit a long time. For almost a year, it was spring, after all. You were staring at him. ‘Why must he be so handsome, that’s wrong, he treated you bad in class,’ you thought, still looking at him. You sighted and walked away, finishing your drink.

After a while it was your turn to talk to happy couple. You and Sarah were finally introduced for each other, you said him some funny stories about your cousin. You smiled, but you started feeling nervous and you weren’t concentrated of your conversation by far. Clancy must’ve noticed it and said that he should say something to the guests. You didn’t mind at all.

He was talking, while you sneaked inside. You didn’t find professor Hiddleston on the outside, so you went in the house. It was too big, you were messing with every room. When you decided to come back to the hall someone grabbed your hand, pulling you around the corner. It was darker here, you bumped into someone. You looked up and you saw this someone. You were shocked so your hands were still pressed to his chest, you could feel muscles under his shirt.

“Why did you do that?” You gasped, and finally took off your hands.

“I just need to talk to you,” said Tom and fixed his jacket on your shoulders, touching your skin again, like when he offered it to you. You didn’t even notice it almost fell.

“I was searching for you,” you mumbled, trying not to move towards his hands.

“Alright then. I need to say that I-,” he was still fixing your jacket, but it was already fixed. “I just, you look beautiful,” he said suddenly, you weren’t sure if he wanted to say that. You just looked at him, not knowing how to answer.

“If so, why were you so bad to me, why were you failing and humiliating me all this months?” You wanted to talk about it on Monday, but you felt that you wouldn’t be brave enough.

“Because I like you. A lot. Since the first day you appeared in my class you were everything I could think about,” he stopped, looking at you. You could run away now, and on Monday you could say to other teachers that he was trying to seduce you. He didn’t want that. You were still here though, hardly believing him. “I couldn’t resist and started treating you bad. I thought that you’d leave my class if I didn’t stop. But you never left. You’ve done all of my assignments, you tried to find an answer to each question, you were always in my office when I asked you to. I hated it. I hate myself that I was so stupid. I shouldn’t treat you like that, it wasn’t your problem that your professor found you attractive, I’m so sorry for my behaviour, I’m so-,” you didn’t let him finish. You kissed him. You pressed him to the wall behind him and kissed him. You were crying as he told you this things. You knew that it was wrong that he treated you like that. The thing is, that you liked him too. You finally broke the kiss.

“What?” He asked, his breathing was heavy as he looked at you, bot understanding what just happened.

“I guess, I like you too, professor Hiddleston,” he wanted to say something but you interrupted him. “I don’t think I’ll forget about your treatment soon. You know how many times I cursed myself because I liked person who treated me like a bitch? I didn’t understand and I don’t really understand now too why you didn’t just, I don’t know, tell me?”

“Because we’re not supposed to. I wanted you to leave so I would be sure that I wouldn’t do something bad. It’s not quite allowed to have something between professors and students, I didn’t want you to get expelled and I didn’t want to lose my job. I thought it would be the best way,” he was not looking at you know, he was studying the floor. He wasn’t able to look at you, you would be disappointed. However, you were too kind.

“Maybe it was the best way just for you,” you started.

“No. God, no. I hated that you were suffering because of my messed up decisions, I wanted only good for you, but I just didn’t know how to make it work,” he said and looked at you. Now he was crying. You took his tie and pulled him into a kiss. It was sloppy one, you just wanted to make him feel good. You were kissing for a while, none of you wanted to stop it. You hardly understood that you were kissing your professor but you didn’t care.

“If you won’t stop, I’ll fuck right there in the corridor,” he said into a kiss. You moaned you he pulled you closer to him. You could feel his body pressed to yours, his hands were resting on your hips.

“Is it a promise?” You were excited. Blood was pumping throw your veins, you barely heard the music. You were in the dark corner, there weren’t any other people. Only you two.

“You naughty little girl, do you like being fucked in public?” You felt a wave of wetness rushing through you, you wanted him and you didn’t care if anybody would end up here somehow. “Will you let me please you?” He asked, waiting for you to reply. You just nodded.

He kissed you once again, reached your neck, sucking on it. He wanted everyone to know that you were his. His hands was working all over your body, you tossed your head back, opening him more space. The jacket was no longer on your shoulders, but you were no longer cold. He turned you around, so you were pressed to wall now. He bit your neck once more and admired his work. You couldn’t see it, but you could feel bruise appearing on your neck.

He went down on his knees, looking at you from the floor. His hands were moving your dress to your waist, good for you it was short. Somehow he positioned it there, so it wouldn’t roll down. You gasped as you felt his hands on your thighs. He took your panties and pulled them down to your legs, you gasped as you felt air on your folds. He took them an put in his trousers’ pocket. You just stared at him with desire, you could see lust in his eyes and you wanted him to do something. Suddenly, he took your leg, lifting it so it was thrown over his shoulder. He was holding you, kissing the inner side of your thighs. He was moving his mouth closer to your heating core, you bucked your hips towards his face unconsciously. He left a kiss on your core, it was light and soft.

“Please,” you whimpered, looking at him. He looked at you, smirking. You knew it wasn’t a good sign.

“Beg,” he said and continued to kiss your thighs.

“Please, put your mouth on my pussy, please, eat me out, make me feel good, I’ve been waiting for this for so long. Please, make me cum all over your mouth, please, sir,” he growled as he heard his new title. Apparently, he liked it because in the next moment you felt his tongue licking a long stripe on your folds. He reached to your clit, moving his tongue in light circles. You grabbed his hair with your hand. He hummed as you did it, his tongue moved to your entrance, sneaking inside of you. You needed to feel him closer, so you pulled him towards your cunt. He groaned and started pulling his tongue in and out faster, his nose pressing to your clit. You let a loud moan as your orgasm was approaching, you were dripping wet. He started pumping his tongue faster, you arched your back. You were so close.

“Please,” you whispered, backing your head.

“Hello? Is someone in there?” Asked unfamiliar voice. Tom stopped sucking on you and you let a soft moan of frustration. He stopped working on you, he wasn’t doing anything as you both listened to the man on the corridor.

“Be quite,” he whispered and smirked. He went back to your cunt, but this time he licked your clit as his fingers were teasing your entrance. You bucked your hips, trying to make him slid his fingers in you, but it didn’t work. He was sucking on your clit, his fingers were moving up and down on your slit. Then, he slid two of his fingers inside of you, you tried hard not to moan. His hand began moving fast and deep inside of you, stretching you out. His lips were working on your clit as he curled his fingers upwards, hitting your most sensitive spot. He began moving his fingers incredibly fast, hitting the spot every time. You were practically vibrating on his fingers, your legs were shaking as you tried to buck your hips towards his movements to get more.

“Ride my fingers, be a good girl,” he whispered almost without a sound, you barely understood him. You wanted to moan, but instead you bit your lip, not letting you to let a sound. You could see the shadow of the person coming closer to you and your pussy clenched around Tom’s fingers. You could felt him smirking. As the shadow went closer, he pumped his fingers faster, licking you clit. You stopped breathing when you realised that the person stopped just around the corner. You wouldn’t mind if he caught you, because you were too close to your realise again. Then, the person left and you moaned.

“You became wetter each second they were going to us. Do you like this thought? Would you let them watch me making you cum? Would you let them watch how I destroyed you like a little slut?” He asked, fingers working harder inside of you, your pussy clenched around them as he called you that. You really wouldn’t mind and you really liked him being in charge, but you needed his mouth back on you.

“Yes. I want to cum, please, professor,” you gasped and he licked your clit again. He thrusted his fingers into you, you were bucking your hips towards him. He curled his fingers one more time and added the third one.

“Cum, now,” he moaned as he continues sucking on you. He pumped his fingers deeper as you came. You arched you back and hold his hair, making you feel him closer. You cried out his name, almost falling on the floor but he held your wrist.

“My good girl, you’re such a good girl, I should’ve tell you how I feel about you ages ago,” he said as he held you, still weak from your orgasm.

“I want you to fuck me. Now,” you said and looked in his eyes, as you finally were able to stand up without his help..

“Darling, we almost get caught. Doesn’t it bother you?” You shocked your head and whimpered small ‘yes’.

He growled and pushed you against the wall, pressing his lips to yours. He kissed you passionately, destroying your lips. He bit your lip and you moaned. He went down on your neck again, leaving more marks. He was definitely enjoying it. Your hand moved lower, you started rubbing his already hard cock throw his trousers. He did like that but being in control he loved more so he took your wrists and positioned them above your head.

“Don’t move them,” he said and unbuckled his belt. You simply nodded and bit your abused lip, hissing because of pain. It was a nice type of pain anyway.

He didn’t work much on you, you already were prepared for him. He picked you up, pressing to the wall again, sliding in you. He started in slow movements, letting you to adjust to his size and you were grateful for that, he was big. You didn’t imagine this in your daydreams when you were in class. In few minutes his patient disappeared as he started pounding into you, making you pressed against the wall even more, even if that wasn’t possible. He changed the angle and hit sensitive spot inside of you, making you moan loudly. The entire floor could possibly hear it. One of his hands find its way underneath your dress and he cupped your breast, touching your nipple with his fingers.

He thrusted into you, not letting you to cum. You wanted a few times by now, but he slew down and didn’t let you touch yourself - you still held your hands together.

“Please, harder, sir,” you whispered, trying to convince him.

With that he pulled himself out and turned you, so you were facing the wall now. Your hands were positioned on it to hold yourself. He slid his cock back and you hissed as you felt him deeper in that position. From that he was relentless, his hands were holding your hips as he pulled them towards him every time he thrusted into you. He was holding you too strong, you were sure there would bruises all over your hips the next day. He moved furiously as your lives depended on it. You were dripping wet by now, you could hear your wetness slopping as he thrusted into you. You arched your back, trying to get more. You were a mess, you could tell, whispering prayers and letting soft moans. He grabbed a fist of your hair and pulled your head so you could see him. He smirked and smacked your ass, making you whimper. Your pussy clenched as he did it, you were so close.

“Do you want to cum? Do you even remember that we’re in public and that I’m your professor, huh?” He gritted his teeth together and smacked you again. You liked that. You couldn’t deny that you wanted him to do it again.

“Yes, please, professor Hiddleston, let me cu-,” you didn’t finish your sentence because he pressed his fingers to your clit and started rubbing it intensively. You yelped and pulled your hips toward his movements. He was pounding into you, his hand was working in your clit and he slapped you few more times. You held yourself only because he didn’t say yes to your request.

“Then cum,” he said simply. Your pussy clenched, eyes rolled back, you were repeating his name, or ‘professor’, or ‘sir’ - you weren’t sure. In a few more thrusts he came into you, holding you on his cock.

He helped you to stand up, held you for a while so you wouldn’t fall as your legs were shaking. He just smirked at this, he liked that he did this to you. He wanted for a long time, he waited for a long time. You tried to fix your dress, your hair, you were still dripping with his cum, so you needed to use a bathroom. Maybe he could read minds because he stopped you.

“Oh, little girl, don’t clean yourself. I want you to remember how I made you cum in your cousin’s house in some dark corridor. Don’t upset me, I thought you’re a good girl, don’t you?” You shivered as he called you that. You liked that, you liked when he called you that. He did in the beginning of the year, and he did today. You could listen to this two words forever.

“Sure, professor,” you were quite for a while. “I hope you’d say that earlier. Why were you so stupid?” You asked. You didn’t want to be that intense, but you had to.

“I explained it to you. I don’t even know why I didn’t hold myself back today. Just you in this dress, sipping champagne or wine or whatever in the garden, you were so beautiful. That’s why I came to talk to you. I saw you in the main room as I came but you didn’t see me. I didn’t want to, but I came to you and started all those bullshit I was doing to you the whole year. And then I was looking at you. We weren’t at college for the first time and I-, listen, I’m sorry,” he looked in your eyes with a soft sight. You wanted to hug him. And you did.

“Then why did you make me stay in your office every time?” You didn’t understand his point, he wanted not to see you and at the same time that.

“I wanted to see you. I wanted to look at you. I dreamt about you, darling,” he said in a soft voice.

“I hope you won’t be a dick anymore. I’m sorry for my language, you’re a professor after all. But what does all this mean? For us?” You weren’t sure when you said that. You stopped breathing for a while, waiting for him to answer. You wanted him to answer something good. You felt him hugging you tighter, his hands were on your back. You felt safe somehow.

“We’ll figure it out, I promise. If you give me a chance, of course,” he whispered. You nodded. He wasn’t able to see it, so you said it. You stayed here for a while and went to the main room. The party was on fire, but you went to your cousin and said that you’re leaving. Tom met you in a few minutes in the outside.

You went home. His home. Holding hands as a normal couple, it was night after all. He told some stories to you and you admired deepness of his relaxing voice. You were happy. And you could tell that he was too. That’s how your story began.

Maybe parties are not that bad

Summary: You and Tom were best friends for years, always there for each other. He liked parties, you didn’t, but you were there for him. When he came to you with another party idea you wanted to disagree, remembering the previous one. However, you couldn’t left him all alone. Well, maybe the party will end somehow good for you.

Tom Hiddleston/Reader

Warning: smut, explicit content, weapon mentions, confessions and some naughty kinks such as choking, spanking, Dom/sub, marking and so on.

This fan fiction was originally posted on Ao3 by me, so, enjoy :) Words: 7032

“Remember how funny it was last time?” Tom asked you while you were in the dressing room, choosing some clothes.

“We’re not going to make a drunk party again,” you shouted behind the curtains.

That party was something else, a lot of drunk people all over Tom’s house, everyone tried to make out with anybody. It was extremely hard for you and Tom to kick everyone out of the house and after you’d done it he simply fell asleep so you needed to clean up the house. You smiled as you remembered it, it was actually funny somehow.

“Come on, I promise it won’t end like the previous one,” he opened the curtain to look at you with his puppy eyes that were really convincing.

“Hey, close it,” you yelled at him and punched his chest. Actually, you were a little excited as he stepped in your dressing room.

“What haven’t I seen,” he mumbled, grabbing your hand as you tried to punch him again. “How long have I known you? And you’re still ashamed. By the way, you’re clothed and that dress is really nice, you should buy it,” he said, looking at you in the mirror.

“Asshole,” you turned around to face him and those puppy eyes were still staring at you. “I’m not ashamed but don’t look at me like you look at all of your women. Also, don’t you dare think that I agree because of that stupid compliment,” you pointed your finger at him.

“I knew you’d say yes. I’ll wait for you outside,” he said and closed curtains.

You and Tom were best friends for ages, always there for each other. No matter how difficult situation was, you knew you would have his support and he would have yours. It was some nice type of relationship, you knew everything about his girlfriends, he knew about your partners, you could even complain about your frustration after another disappointing date. You two spread gossips, did shopping, went on vacations, hanged out together, drunk on your birthdays. You were kind of a comfort person for each other because you were sure there would never be any judgment between you. He reassured you that he was a great friend almost every day.

Meanwhile, there wasn’t any idea about romance because it seemed strange. You liked him a bit because he definitely was hot, but you couldn’t not lose a friend like him so you’ve elected to ignore any feelings. You had never talked about your feelings towards each other so you didn’t know if it was somehow mutually. You didn’t care much though.

“Alright, tell me mister, how the hell are you going to make it work? I mean, I didn’t like cleaning up your house while you were asleep, and I definitely didn’t like your drunk friends’ hands all over my body trying to sleep with me. We were drunk as hell but maybe this time we can think twice about guests?” You started speaking when you reached his car waiting for you just like he said - on the outside.

“Wait, did someone tried to fuck you?” he turned himself to you, you could hear anxiety in his voice.

“Yup, I thought you noticed,” you answered. You wasn’t scared that day because you always had little knife in your wallet and you knew that Tom would notice if you disappeared in the middle of the party. No matter how drunk he was, he would notice your absence.

“If I noticed, I would done something. I’m so’s sorry, I cannot even think about what would happened,” he started palming his finger, avoiding your gaze.

“Hey, hey, don’t worry, everything is ok. Can we just invite less people this time. I know it’s your party but,” he looked at you and you stopped as you saw tears in his eyes. “Come on, everything is fine, I’m here as you can see and I’m not planning to vanish in the air. Stop it, it’s not your fault, you hear me? Look at me,” you cupped his cheeks and made him look at you, his eyes still red a little. “Everything is fine, don’t worry. Don’t overthink please, let’s go get alcohol instead. And you know that I have a knife, right?” you chucked, making him laugh.

Tom was always protective, he didn’t want anything happen to you. He wanted you to be safe with and without him. He cared so much because you mattered a world for him, he was so happy to have a friend like you around. You made him smile, helped him, cared about him and you didn’t ask for everything in return, you did it because you liked it. He appreciated it so much and he would die if something happens to you. He knew you would be the perfect partner, but he didn’t want to lose you and never said it to you out loud. He wanted it but the price was too high.

The party night was almost there and you’d already done a lot of preparations. It wasn’t your responsibility, you just wanted to help as you were going to ruin Tom’s house. You had extra keys so it wasn’t a problem for you to enter whenever you wanted. You parked your car outside, picked some bottles and plastic cups and headed to the door. It was Thursday and Tom, obviously, wasn’t working that day because the first thing you saw as you entered was him sleeping on the couch, barely wearing something. “At least he’s wearing shorts, right? Thanks God for that, that would’ve been embarrassing,” you thought and went to the kitchen, trying not to wake him up. It wasn’t usual for him to sleep at the day time, so he must’ve been really tired. You opened the fridge and put bottles in there, cups in the cupboard. You were quite as a mouse, not even breathing, you thought. Anyway, you’ve decided to go home - you had some duties to do and you didn’t want to disturb Tom any longer. You knew he didn’t like it when someone woke him up.

“You’re not as quite as you think you are,” he said in a sleepy voice as you were picking up your bag. You almost shivered when you heard that deep voice, what this man was doing to you. You stopped and looked at him. His eyes were still closed, one arm under the head and another one hugging a pillow.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t want to wake you up, you’re much better when you’re not talking,” you smirked, knowing it would definitely wake him. You didn’t want at first but it was so funny, joking every time you’re together.

“Oh, you noisy little bitch,” he covered his face with his pillow to avoid sunlight, “what are you even doing here, mixed up the houses?” his voice was muffled because of the pillow. You didn’t answer, instead you took a pillow from the nearest sofa and threw at him. “Hey, what’s that for?” he took the pillow out of his face, confused, looking at you.

“For the bitch. I just brought some bottles and cups, we have everything else as I remember and,” you didn’t finish because he threw a pillow in you, that was so unexpected so you almost fell, somehow. He just laughed, taking another pillow. “And what are we going to do, a pillow fight?” another pillow right in your chest, right when he nodded. You threw one at him, but he caught it and threw back immediately. You took it, went straight to him and punched him with that pillow.

“That’s enough, dear, stop it,” he grabbed you arms so you couldn’t move, while he was taking away the pillow and putting it next to him. “Are you okay?” he asked you. “You look like a tomato,” he added after a while.

“Thank you, honey, that’s what every woman wants to hear, good job,” you smiled and stood up, making your way to the door. “I’m fine, by the way, thanks for asking,” you picked your bag again and opened the door.

“Close it! See you tomorrow,” he yelled from the living room, probably going to sleep more. You just obeyed and left.

You stood in front of the mirror, choosing earring to match your outfit. You didn’t like to think about your clothes much, but getting ready for parties always excited you. You just wanted to look good and stunning among everyone else. You decided to wear that dress you bought a few days ago, it was black, silk, little and it suited you nicely. You fixed your makeup, brushed your hair and gave a final look to your reflection. You looked beautiful, you knew you would be able to seduce a guy or two if you wanted but you didn’t. You wanted to seduce the only one guy but you wouldn’t allow yourself to do it. You took your bag, wore your heels and cleft the house.

At first you wanted to order a cab, but you’ve decided to drive yourself so you went to the parking lot. You picked some music and turned it on, driving throw London streets right to Tom’s house. You sang at the top of your lungs, shaking your head to the rhythm. You didn’t even notice how you ended up in his district. You parked your car outside of his house, like you always did, put on some lipstick one more time and opened the door. You didn’t know how are you going to come back home because driving drunk was a bad idea and you would never done this. Maybe you’d catch a cab and took your car the next day. It was the plan now.

You were not even late but it seemed that the party there for hours. You locked your car and headed to the front door. You knocked twice, then rang the doorbell. You surprised when Tom actually opened the door, you thought he wouldn’t hear or would be busy with some girl. He looked at you, eyes all over your body, his gaze went up and down, and up, and down, you could hear how he gasped.

“Stop doing it,” you said, looking directly at his eyes. You liked how speechless he was but you knew he should stop, so you wouldn’t do anything inappropriate.

“What?” he finally met your gaze, staring at him and gasped again.

“Scanning me over and over again and gauging me,” you helped him to understand. Was music quieter or louder? You couldn’t say, he was all you care about.

“I’m not, I just. Damn, dear, you look awesome. Is it a dress I told you’re pretty in?” You nodded. “Well, forget about it, because you look gorgeous,” you felt yourself started blushing but you cut it off really quickly. He continued staring at you.

“Thank you, mister. You look nice yourself too,” you admitted, he wore a costume and he looked good wearing them. You were wondering how many costumes did he have because you’ve never seen this one before. “Anyway, it supposed to start in five minutes, no?” you asked, trying to forget about his eyes on your body. “And how many drinks have you already taken?”

“Only one. Yes, it supposed to, but my friends decided to come earlier. Much earlier, actually,” he mumbled. You were still outside somehow.

“Why? And may I come in?” you continued asking him.

“You didn’t ask the previous time you entered my house. They came about two hours ago and I have no idea why. I’m not wasted yet only because I was waiting for you,” he added, leading you to the living room.

You looked around. This time there were less people and you appreciated that he listened to you. As always there was a couple in the kitchen, some depressed guys, and the drunkest one. Good. At least there were that much people. You didn’t like crowded places at first, you were on those parties only because of Tom. And as you knew, every eyes were on you as you entered. You scanned the entire room, not noticing how Tom’s jaw clenched as everyone looked at your legs and dress, neck and face. You knew all those people and you even enjoyed some of them.

“Well, hello everyone. How are you all doing?” you started politely, still sober and a little bit shy. Everyone started greeting you, ask some questions. Somehow you ended up in the kitchen with the guy named Frank.

“I actually loved that movie too,” you took another tequila shot and smiled, looking at him. You’ve never spoken with him before.

“Yes, I know, it’s incredible, right? I loved acting and scenario, it deserves Oskar, don’t you think?” He took a sip of his beer, looking at your thighs and your breast and then back at your face.

“If you look one more time, I’ll do anything to kick you out of this house. Believe me, I can and you should know it by now,” you said like you were completely sober. You understood why you’ve never talked to him.

“Why is that? Because you’re fucking Tom? That’s why you can do it?” he was tempting you. You didn’t like it when people started thinking that you’re together because you were disappointed that it wasn’t true and also you were strong and independent. Why nobody could see it if you’re friends with a powerful man?

“Oh, darling, you have no idea what I’m capable of. Those chicks he’s fucking would never stand next to me. You better do what I said and this evening will end nice for both of us,” you finished and left him alone, cursing you as you headed to the second floor.

You walked to the balcony, holding the glass with whiskey - you took it right before you left Frank alone. You sipped your drink, barely recognising that you were drinking. You just liked the taste and how it burned a little. You weren’t drunk at all, you had some some kind of a superpower not to get drunk after many drinks. You stood here, music wasn’t that loud upstairs, it was empty. Only you, your drink and a nice view to the Tom’s garden. You really liked this atmosphere until you saw Tom in that garden talking to some girl. You didn’t remember her name and you didn’t like what you see. You drank everything to the end and left the balcony.

You went downstairs, took another glass of whiskey. You saw some gazes from Frank from the corner of the room but you didn’t care. Suddenly you heard giggles from the back door. And there they were.

“Hey guys, I was thinking, maybe we could play ‘truth or dare’ or something,” started the girl in a high annoying voice. She stayed right next to Tom. After drinks you became more possessive, but still not drunk.

“That’s childish, Beth,” Tom said, surprised.

“Are you an old man, Tom? It would be funny, come on,” you heard Frank’s voice. Everyone was staring at him, waiting for his answer. He growled and agreed. You went and set down on the armchair, crossed your legs, bouncing your hand with the glass.

“Alright, everyone knows the rules, I guess,” started Beth, almost laying on Tom’s shoulder. You just rolled your eyes. She was trying to get his attention for months, maybe he finally decided to get into it. “I’ll start then. Tom, truth or dare?” he didn’t even turned his head to answer her.

Where did he meet her and why he was talking to her so many? Maybe she was nicer when she was sober. You didn’t hear his answer. You saw it instead. He kissed her. She was running her fingers through his hair, almost moaned in front of everyone. You heard some whistles from the boys. “Nice show,” you thought, squeezing the glass in your hand. You’d broke it if you didn’t hear Tom’s voice.

“Truth or dare, Frankie?” his breathing was heavy. Wow, so nice. Why were you so jealous and why now? You couldn’t answer.

“Truth,” he said and earned some comments that he’s not interesting. “Guys, calm down, I’ve drunk too much to do something”.

“Who’d you like to hook up with? Come on, don’t be shy, we won’t judge you,” said Tom, sitting more comfortably, spreading his legs as always.

“If I answer, I will be kicked out of the house,” he started, mumbling. Tom reassured him that he’d protect him and with that Frank answered. “With her,” he pointed at you. Everyone buzzed, knowing that it’s going to be a show. You wanted this show somehow. You raised a glass and smiled, looking at him. Tom cleared his throat, saying that we should continue.

“I’ll kick your ass, Frankie-boy,” you said and stood up to refill your glass. Everyone laughed and continued playing. There were more stupid truths and dares. You turn came after six or seven people.

“Dare,” you said after you were asked.

“Do something interesting to every guy in this room,” said Chad. You didn’t exactly want to do it, but you wanted a show. You wanted to make him jealous, while you weren’t even sure if it’d work.

“Who am I, a slut?” You asked in a picky voice, smirking and taking a sip after.

“Come on, it’s a game, don’t be a nun”.

You gave your attention to everyone. Ran through hair, kissed cheek, left a hickey, hold hands. You even set on someone’s lap for some seconds. And then it was Tom’s turn. You left him until the end, wanted him to enjoy the show. You still were friends and it’d be funny to joke about later. You came from behind, started massaging his shoulders and chest, softly but persistently kissing his neck. It didn’t last long so, you didn’t want to get suspicious. And after that you left and went upstairs again.

You went at the same balcony, judging yourself.

“You stupid little girl, he’s your best friend, what were you thinking about,” you talked to yourself, walking back and forward on his balcony. “You would ruin everything, you cannot do it. You could’ve said that it’s because of the alcohol but he know you so well, he’ll never believe you,” you stopped for a moment, listening to the voices downstairs. He was there, that’s good. “You should calm down your jealousy and stop thinking about it,” you whispered to yourself and took a breath.

You leaned over the handrails and took a final sip of your drink. You could feel how aroused you were, kissing his neck, feeling his strong muscles under your hands, hearing his deep breathing - you knew neck kissing was his weakness, he told you once. You remembered how Frank asked if you were fucking him and you almost moaned of this thought, but it wasn’t real.

“What was that about?” you heard deep voice behind you.

“What do you mean?” You didn’t turn around to face him, you knew it was Tom.

“All of this. It was a show, I know you well. What for?” he didn’t move, you could say because his voice wasn’t closer to you. “Who was it for?”

“Does it matter? Hey, why aren’t you fucking that girl, what was her name again, Bet?” you asked, trying to divert the conversation. “I thought you like her,” you smirked.

“Beth. You know I don’t like her, you would’ve known,” he said and you finally decided to turn to face him. He did one step forward. “Answer me, what was that show for? Don’t say me that it wasn’t a show. You don’t act like that in public, you go to this parties only because of me,” as he said - he knew you well. You didn’t know what to answer. You usually did, but not now. You wanted to ignore your feelings as you said to yourself three minutes ago until he showed up. “Tell me”.

“No,” you turned back to the garden, not planning to continue this conversation.

“Maybe I can tell it for you,” he said. “You were jealous when you saw me and Beth from here, but you didn’t want to bring that up. Then, when I kissed her in that stupid game, you almost broke your glass and decided to make a little show,” you could hear his smirk. He didn’t say anything for a while. “Jealousy,” he said. “Am I wrong?” You shivered when his breath touched your ear. You didn’t hear him coming that close. You weren’t moving, trying to avoid his body and in the same time you wanted to lean back to finally fell him in the way you wanted.

“Yes,” you said quietly, “you’re wrong”.

“Don’t lie to me,” he turned you to face him. You just hugged him and apologised. You didn’t know why you’ve done this, you felt that it was the only way out of this situation. The only way when you’re not making a mistake. He held you in his arms, hugging you tighter, playing with your hair and saying that everything is fine. Just like you did a couple of days ago.

“No, it’s not. It’s not fine. I should go, I just… Sorry, Tom, I’m really sorry,” you mumbled, sobbing.

You almost ran to the stairs but he was faster. When you were passing his room he grabbed your hand and pulled you in, closing the door, pressing you to it. And then he kissed you. Softly, at first, wiping your tears.

“What was that?” you asked, shocked. That was the moment of realisation. He wanted it, he wanted you, he kissed you. He had feelings for you too or maybe he decided to calm you down that way. That thought hurt. “Don’t play with me, I’m not one of your stupid girls. Don’t play with me, Tom, just don’t. Please,” you didn’t finish because he kissed you again, passionately this time, his hands cupping your face as he played with your tongue. You left a soft moan and he growled into kiss. You didn’t like that you were getting wetter each second, you still thought he was using you. You pulled out. “Don’t use me. Say me what are your intentions or I’ll go throw that door and you’ll never see me again. It’s better to say that you were too drunk tomorrow than do something wrong now. What do you want?” you looked in his eyes. There were not lust and desire in them, there was something deeper.

“I would never treat you like I treat them. I would never use you, I would never play with you, I would never hurt you. Never. I wanted to feel you for so long, I was holding myself back not to punch Frank as he told that he’d like to make out with you or those guys you were hanging around during the game. I care about you so much, trust me. I’m not able to hurt you. I didn’t want to say you about my feelings because I didn’t want to lose you. And then you were kissing and touching them, and then you were touching me and I needed to do something, so I came to you. God, I was so jealous but you know what? I saw that you were jealous and I thought a little. I thought about your gazes, your words, your movements. I understood that maybe, just maybe there is a little chance that you want something more. Do you?” He was looking at you, as you were almost crying because of his words. No men ever told you something like this. It was so good to hear it from Tom, hear that he was jealous, that he wouldn’t do anything to you. You trusted him, completely. You were astonished of how passionate he was during his speech, how reassuring, how caring. Your would melt if you could.

“I do,” you nodded and continued, “thank you. I wish I’ve told it earlier”.

“Me too, darling,” he kissed you again, this time more deeply, more needy.

You moaned as he went down to the neck. You pulled your head back, opening more space to him. He growled as he kissed you, his hands now exploring your hips. He didn’t stop when he lifted you, holding you carefully yet passionately, squeezing your ass. You wrapped your legs around his waist and tried to unbutton his shirt. It worked until he moved lower, leaving kisses from your neck to your breast, thanks for the dress there was a lot of skin opened. You moaned again, louder now as he came back to your lips and kissed you. He was holding you pressed to the door, one hand caring your hips, another went to your breast. He touched your nipple throw the silk material and you gasped at the sensation. You wasn’t wearing a bra, not with this dress. You couldn’t think about everything but his hand on your breast and his tongue in your mouth. He moved to another nipple, taking your dress down to feel your bare skin. He never stopped kissing you.

Somehow you freed from that sweet torture and stood on your already shaking legs. You looked at him, he was confused. You get down on your knees in front of him, earning a gasp from him. Your hands were stroking his cock throw the fabric and he moaned. Not as loud as you before but it was a pleasure to hear him moaning because of you. You unfastened the belt and pulled down his trousers. You gasped at the sight. One night he told you it was big, but that was something beyond your imagination. You did even think that you wouldn’t be able to take it all.

“Do you like the view?” He asked, waiting for you to do something. You nodded and smirked. “Did you just smirk? Darling, it was a mistake,” he lifted you of the floor and positioned you against the door but now your breast were pressed to it, not your back.

Your sensitive from his hands nipples met the surface and you gasped. You ass were not pressed tightly and you were wondering what was going to happen next.

“You’re going to be a good girl as I punish you. You better not be smirking right now or I’ll add another five spanks to ten I’ve planned. You count. And don’t be loud yet,” he was waiting for you to reply. Was it to much? But then you nodded.

His hand pulled your dress up, opening him a sight of your bare ass. He squeezed it few times, not going further to your inner thighs. He was definitely into teasing. He smacked you softly, hardly taking his hand out of you. You thought that it is going to be like that for a second. And then he slapped your left cheek, you screamed to the door in front of you, your breath hitched. Pain was overwhelming but it excited you. You liked pain, you liked when someone did it to you but no one ever have done it that good.

“One,” you said, suddenly remembering that you should, no, must count.

“Good girl, you’re such a good girl for me and I didn’t even know about it,” he leaned and whispered it in your ear, touching it with his lips. You moaned quietly. “I liked that you were so quiet when I spanked you,” you wanted to answer but he slapped you three more times at the same place. You yelped as he did it and counted. He hadn’t done anything for a while and then his hand met your right cheek. Your skin wasn’t burning here before, but it was now. It was a strong hit. Next three he decided to mix, so you was surprised and unprepared every time he slapped you. You whimpered and moaned as quiet as you can, you were soaking wet and you knew he could feel it if he change his hands’ direction a little.

“Nine,” you cried out. This time he spanked right in the middle, his large hand covered most of your cheeks.

“Do you like it?” he asked, enjoying the view of his work. He did like it and he wanted to hear that you too. Still caring, as always. You nodded, not able to talk. “Prepare yourself, we have a last one,” he said.

“Ten, oh my god, ten,” you screamed as his hand met your core with a heavy smack. He touched everything that you wanted him to touch. And then were seven more. You didn’t expect him, he did all of hits in a row, not giving you a second to rest. It wasn’t that hard and painful, but after ten smacks you was shaking, your legs were trembling and he hold you to help you. “What were those for?” you breathed heavily, putting all your weight on him.

“For every single guy you paid your attention to,” he mumbled and helped you to straight up in front of him.

“Possessive bastard,” you chucked and leaned to kiss him but he grabbed your throat and pressed you to the door again. You hissed when your ass met its surface.

“Choose your words carefully, darling,” he said looking in your eyes. “Next time you’ll receive some more spanking but not today”.

He took his hand out of your throat and kissed you. You weren’t sure how it worked but you moved him so he was the one pressed to the door now. You continued what you’ve started. Get on your knees, stroking his cock with your hand in a slow movements, squeezing it a little and then circling the tip with your thumb. He thrusted into your arm, asking you to do something else. You wanted him to be in control so you obeyed. You took the tip of it, licking the pre-cum, circling the tip as you did with your thumb. Your hand was holding it at the base, stroking it. He growled and positioned his hand on your head, pulling you down on it and you chocked. You started sucking on it, using your tongue to add more sensations, still stroking it at the base because you were not able to take it all. He wrapped your hair around his fist and pushed you down on his cock, it was deep down your throat, your nose pressed to his stomach, tears running throw your cheeks as you moaned down on his cock, sending the vibrations all over it.

“You’re such a slut, you were right. You are mine slut and you would do anything to please me. You’d left your mouth wide open for me as I fucked it,” he groaned again, pulling his hips towards your face, somehow he was even deeper now. After few more seconds he pulled you out, turning your face so you could see him. Ruined mascara, eyes full of tears, red and swollen lips.

“My perfect slut, ready for me to ruin you. God, I wish you could see yourself now. Perfect for me, you’re enjoying this,” you tried to nod but you couldn’t because of his fist in your hair. “Yes, I know you are. I’d left you down on my cock for hours just to see this pretty ruined face again,” you wanted to take him again and licked your lips. He immediately pushed you back, holding you by your hair he thrusted into you almost aggressively, you chocked but still took all of him. You were sure that you could do it and you wanted to do it. After few more thrusts he stopped down your throat again, holding you there for two minutes. Your breathing was hitched, you tears never stopped and your tongue was working all over his length. He pulled out and in a few deep, hard thrusts he came down your throat as you moaned and swallowed every drop.

“That’s my good girl,” he nodded and lifted you from the floor, leading you to the bed. You’ve slept in it few times, but never this way. You shivered one more time, remembering about your own pleasure you haven’t received yet.

He leaned you on the bed, crawling on top of you and kissed you, ripping your dress apart, promising that he would buy the same one to you. He went down to your neck, then your breast and took one of your nipples in his mouth, licking and sucking on it, using another hand to rub another nipple. You moaned at that feeling, pulled your hips up unconsciously - you could see him smirking over your breast. After a while he did the same with another nipple, they were red, peaky and sensitive now, it was enough attention to them. After he finished, he went down, leaving sloppy kisses on your ribs, stomach.

He returned to your lips one more time, left one fast kiss and went to your thighs, massaging them. You could feel his breath on your inner thighs as he kissed you, moving higher. You left a soft moan, a whimper as he started slowly taking your panties off. When he was done, he returned to your wet core. He rubbed little circles on your swollen clit, looking directly in your eyes. You pulled yourself up to his finger, but he took it off. While you were questioning what the hell happened, he positioned two fingers next to your entrance, greasing them with your arousal. He didn’t do anything for a while and you started to think that he changed his mind for some reason. But then, he pushed them deep inside of you, making you scream of a sudden. He pulled them in and out in some slow, deep thrusts, not giving you what you needed. You spread you legs wider, hoping that he’d understand your desires. Even if he did, he never gave into it. After few more thrusts, he leaned to your core, licking at your clit, barely touching it.

“Tom, please,” you moaned and grabbed his curly hair, holding him down so he was not able to tease you any longer. You knew he wouldn’t like it but you didn’t care. You needed his mouth on you. He, actually, stopped teasing you, his fingers were almost angrily pumping into you, while he was doing something extremely good with his tongue. You orgasm approached quickly as you wanted to release for a long time. You were clenching around his fingers and earned a growl from him.

“Cum for me, you’ve been a good girl,” he said and curled his fingers in your pussy, adding third and leaving circles on your clit with his mouth. “Scream my name, darling, cum, you deserved it,” he mumbled against your clit.

“They’ll,” you whimpered, “they’ll hear me,” you couldn’t hold yourself back anymore.

“Let them, let them hear who is making it to you, who is making you cum,” he pulled his fingers, his arm went to grab your breast.

“Oh my god, Tom, oh yes, sir, Tom,” you screamed as you came, shouting his name like a prayer, rocking your hips against his head. You were sure it was the best orgasm in your life. You took your hand out of his hair and positioned it on your chest. You were breathing heavily, but you almost stopped when you saw him sucking on his fingers, clearing them up. Even though you just had your release that turned you on.

“As I said, you’re a good girl for your,” he looked at you, smirking, “how was that? Sir?” you blushed as he said it, you didn’t even notice how it happened because of pleasure. “Come on,” he said, offering you a hand to help you. You gave him a confusing look, until you ended up in his armchair, it was big as it was a throne or something.

He positioned you on his lap, looked at you and kissed you. You could taste yourself as he kissed you, and you could feel that he was hard again. The feeling of his hard cock pressed to your tight caused another wave of wetness dripping from your cunt. You went down on his neck, sucking on it, biting, leaving a hickey. You wanted everyone to know who’s he was. He moaned and rocked his hips to yours, his hands wrapping around your waist.

He couldn’t wait any longer, he positioned the tip of his cock to your entrance, rubbed a few little circles at your clit for you to relax. He slid you down on his cock in a one deep thrust. You’ve never felt so full, it was like he was in your stomach. You cried out because of his size, he was holding your hips not letting you to slid out of him. Tom stayed inside of you, giving you some time to adjust before lifting you up so he was almost out of you. After fullness you’ve experienced, you felt empty without him, wanting to slid down again, but he was holding you so you couldn’t do it.

“Ride me,” he said in a husky voice, sending shivers to your spine. You didn’t answer, you just obeyed, positioning your hands on his shoulders. You landed yourself on his cock, lifted you up and down, taking all of him. You did it over and over, you tossed your head back. “Eyes on me,” he said and you looked at him. His usually good-looking hair were a mess, sweat drops was in his forehead, his eyes darker because of lust and desire. “You’re such a submissive good girl to me. Taking me so well without any hesitation. Will you be my personal slut? What do you think?” You just moaned, fasten your pace. Your breast were beautifully lifting, you could feel your juices down on your thighs. “Answer me,” he spanked you. Your ass were still sensitive from spanking so you whimpered.

“I’m whatever you want, sir. If you want me to be your slut, I’ll be, Tom. It feels so good, you feel so good,” you whispered, looking at him. “You’re so big in me, nobody made me feel so good, so full, sir,” you were shaking, you didn’t realise that you were close.

“You cum when I say,” he demanded and took your hips. He was in charge now. His fingers were bruising your hips, bouncing you on him, making you moan and whimper loudly every time he slid you down on his cock. He bucked his hips toward yours, making you feel him even deeper. He stayed here for a moment and then continued, moving both you and himself, your pussy was clenching around him, you wanted to cum. You tried to say something, to ask for permission, but you couldn’t do it. He placed one of his hands in your clit, rubbing it. You rolled your eyes, pressed yourself to him so you could feel his bare chest.

“Tom, I need to-, I need to cum, please, sir,” you cried, holding your orgasm back as much as you can.

“Cum for me, cum all over my cock, let me hear you as you cum. Let me make you feel good, you’re my good girl,” he said.

“Tom, thank you, Tom, you’re making me feel so good, oh fuck, oh god, sir, Tom,” you shouted as you came, aching your back so you were pressed to him even more, your cunt was squeezing his cock, while he was still moving inside of you. He pulled himself as deep as he could and came, moaning your name, you could feel warmth inside of you. He growled and looked at you and then kissed you. It wasn’t a passionate kiss, it was caring.

He pulled himself out and lifted you to the bed, his cum mixed with your juices dripping down your thighs.

“I’ll make a mess,” you said tiredly, as he adjusted a pillow to you.

“You’d never,” he said. He left to grab the towel and only now you could here the music downstairs. You started blushing as you thought of your screams.

“What’s wrong?” he asked as he cleaned you, carefully, not wanting to touch your red ass.

“Everyone must’ve heard me,” you said, not able to look at him.

“It doesn’t matter because they’re so drunk, so they won’t remember. And it doesn’t matter because you’re my good girl,” he leaned to kiss you once again.

“Thank you. Shouldn’t we come back? I mean, downstairs,” you asked, not wanting to do it.

“They’ll come home in an hour, I don’t want to leave you and to share you with someone else tonight,” he stopped for a second, “not only tonight. I was an asshole, why haven’t I noticed that you liked me?”

“I haven’t either. I guess we’re two dummies, who just didn’t want to lose each other. Well, good for us that we didn’t,” you chucked, pushing him down to you. “Stay with me, why were you sitting on the edge of the bed like it’s my room?” you laughed a little.

“We’re two dummies, you’re right. I won’t let you go now,” he hugged you, drawing circles on your back.

“Good, because my car is parked outside and I drank four tequila shots. And also, o don’t want you to let me go,” you looked at him again.

“I would never let you go,” he murmured and kissed you.

Your eyes closed and you started to fall asleep, breathing peacefully next to Tom. After all, he was always there for you and you for him. It just ended up like it supposed to, like it was mentioned to be. None of you lost someone and you felt great because of that. You could feel how he hugged you tighter and whispered something in your ear. You couldn’t understand what it was, but you knew that it was something sweet and nice. In the end he was yours and you was his.