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Dad's Best Friend, pt. iii (m) — Tom Cruise

↳ Tom Cruise is your Dad's Best friend. Your dad is a businessman in Hollywood, and he happens to be friends with your teenage year crush. You're legal now, what happens when you can finally live out your desires?

summary: Tom gladly accompanies you during your meeting. Though, what happens after all the things you both did previously at your dad's birthday party, you're suddenly in your feelings. You couldn't help but letting him know, so what will his answer be?

warnings: 18+, angst, smut; dom!tom, oral m/receiving, praisekink, agegap (reader is 26 tom is 59)

w.c: 2658

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The mighty Tom Cruise sat there and looked pretty,

As if he was your trophy husband that you decided to bring him out to your meetings. You would include him in some parts of the conversation to let him know that you acknowledge his presence and you would appreciate it if he could give some insights on what he thinks about the matter that you and your business manager discussed, though once you and Roy had gotten the responds Tom would released himself from the conversation as he didn't want to interfere and engaged much.

Watching the whole process of you and your business manager coming up with a problem then finds a way to the solution, he couldn't help but feel proud of the woman that you have become. He might not be around your teenage years much, but he's got eyes and ears around you that you might not know of. He's thankful that although your dad might be too royal, he'd spoil you too much that you might end up being a stuck up bitch living in LA who knows nothing but make her daddy's pockets hurt, you're not.

Though, Tom wished he'd known you in a different way.

He wished you weren't his best friend's daughter. He cares about you too much to the point he doesn't see anyone, but you. He wanted to be there for you at all times, he wanted to be the man you'd come running to. But, he's aware of the risks that in fact, he's in a conflict within himself on should he punished himself for what he almost lure you into back there in your old bedroom, or... Should he just say what the fuck and make his move?

"Thank you for the company, Tom."

Tom folded his lips before replying with a nod, his hands folded into fists before he shoved them inside his pockets, afraid he might engage into something that the world may found it frowned upon. You on the other hand, debates on whether you should invite him in or gestured a 'off you go'.

"You're welcome. I- I wished we had more time." Tom chuckled breathlessly,

“I’m leaving tomorrow at dawn.”

You wished you’ve had invited him in.

You ponder on every chances that you could’ve taken hours ago. He’s got you wrapped around his fingers. You couldn’t eat, you couldn’t sleep, you even tried putting on YouTube and crank up some ambient music but still—your heart couldn’t help but missing him.

Staring at your screen, displaying a blank space of text messages to his number—as you kept typing… Though ended up not sending the messages. What were you supposed to say?

I couldn’t stop thinking about you.

I want you back then.

I want you to do things to me.

Wreck my insides please, daddy?

For fuck sakes, calling him Daddy? Would it be awkward? You’ve never tried it, except in your dream. It was so juicy why did your father ever wake you up?

Your mind kept rewinding the scenes in your old bedroom. How you could finally have a taste of him back then, feel him, use him. You sighed in distress, why couldn’t you faced him using the confidence that you always have when it comes to you and the reality. You couldn’t even pretend to be confident, now that you think of it—your heart grimaced in shame. I must’ve looked so fucking dumb back then, he must’ve thought i’m an amateur—fuck no I am no amateur, you thought.

With no surprise, your screen displayed calling… as you waited for him to pick up his phone. You bet on yourself if on the third ring he didn’t-

“Hello?”

Your breath hitched in your throat. He picked up.

“H-hey..” Way to go.

“Y/N is there something wrong?”

“Uhmm-” You muttered. Fuck, stop stuttering.

You mentally shook your head to shrug off all of the burden on your shoulders, clearing your throat and straighten your posture from leaning against your pillow.

“I am no amateur, Tom.” You declared.

Tom raised his eyebrows in surprise, he wanted to chuckle and shook his head from side to side. What on earth are you on?

“What do you mean, sweetheart?”

Don’t let him get to you, don’t let him shake your ground, You speak to yourself.

“I could’ve fucked you back there.” You taunted,

“I am not afraid. I am not some dumb little teenage girl who’s got a big fat crush on her Dad’s Best Friend. I am more than that. I am a woman, who’d tend to her needs and wants and-.. And- you’re not what I need but- but- I want to suck your cock and make you cum.” You digressed.

“I- I- I want you. I want your hands all over my grown body. I want you to do things to me that you knew you’d end up in hell or beat up by my father. I want you to- to- touch me. I want to feel you, fuck- I- I- I want to feel you! I loved that you’re so warm even though we weren’t even on top of each other, but I could feel you.” You croaked, speaking to him with your heart on your hands.

"And I-" You sighed, "I wished I could feel you." You finished, swallowing your saliva. Relieved is what you can express, it's like the lump in your chest has finally washed away. Turns out, spitting out all of these things are what your mind didn't know that you need. For some reason, the wave of confidence has returned to your body. You should've felt ashamed as you did not received any feedback on the other line after you spoke with your heart on your hands.

You felt like slapping your head after you realize how dumb you must've sounded. It's almost minutes why is he not responding? You should've thought better. With your head hung, your shoulders slowly slumped, you tugged your phone away from your ears looking at the screen watching the number of minutes turned from each seconds.

Really Y/N you should've known better, you thought.

"H-have Have a safe trip." You muttered, the line went cut off.

The boiling sound from the pot on the stove is the only thing that may seemed alive. Way to go to start your morning at 5 AM, the water dispenser broke, you couldn't have a cup of hot tea to relax all of your muscles that failed to when you tried to bring yourself down to sleep.

Should you regret the things that you've said last night?

You wished that you hadn't opened your mouth as now waves of guilt and shame washes over you. He must've think you're a teenage girl after the stupid confession.

You jumped when the phone rang the famous opening ringtone, you didn't realize you've been zoning out, the water had formed bubbles from the boil. You switched off your stove before grabbing your phone from the counter, you wished it was him calling you but your heart dropped when it's your dad.

"Hey, Dad." You answered.

"Good morning! I bet you wouldn't answer at this very early," He laughs.

"Aha, I did though. What do you need?"

"What do you say to make up the time that you, literally, missed yesterday a.k.a my birthday-"

"Right, about that Dad I am so sorry. It was urgent and-"

"No, No, No, of course I understand. Hear me out, what would you say for Golf?"

You stare at your hands, licking your bottom lips. Maybe a day with your Dad could get you out of your thoughts. You've checked your schedule and it's safe to say that you have the whole day off, let's hope there's no surprises from your office for once.

There is no surprises from your office for once, and thank god you've been receiving great feedbacks from your manager. You locked your phone before handing it to your caddie as she exchanged it to your golf stick. You watched your Dad having his turn before he swung his stick sending the ball away.

"That's a great one, Dad." You praised, clapping your gloved hands.

"Watch your back you don't want to twist 'em!" Your heart winced, your clapping stops.

Your dad rolled his eyes before making a face as you watched him appearing in your vision, dressed in a golfing kind of outfit. Didn't he said he's leaving at dawn? If your jaw could fall to the ground, it would. But, you remembered where you are as you slowly closed your slightly agape mouth.

"Tom! What are you doing here? I thought you're leaving to London for the shoot." Your Dad greeted him with a tough handshake.

"Yeah, I should've." Tom sighed before he turned his head towards you.

"But, I realized I've had such little time with this little one. I missed her. So, I'm staying for a while until we have a good time." He emphasised that only he knows, you could understand. You folded your lips suppressing a smile.

"Well come on, there's always room for one more. Ashton throw Mister Cruise a stick!"

You ignored him, throughout the golfing. Not only you were ashamed, but you were furious. Did he thought showing up here was a good idea? Hell fucking no. What a fucking douche, You thought. He could've texted you, called you back, or better yet he could've just responded. Sighing as you closed the door to the VIP changing room, all of a sudden you felt hot. Your hands went flying to harshly tug off your hat, throwing them away to your duffle bag.

"So, you're giving me the cold shoulder now?" You shrieked and jumped before you turned your heels towards the voice. Turns out he's been in the room's bathroom as he slowly shuts the door before crossing his arms.

"Why are you here?" You barked.

"I needed to see you." You scoffed.

"Yeah? For what? Make me feel even more embarrassed?" Tom's heart fell, that's not how you feel isn't it? He asked himself.

"Why would you be so?"

You scoffed in disbelief, "Why wouldn't you be? After you told the man who's old enough to be her father, that she wanted him to fuck her and then proceeding to pour her heart out only to not getting single response?" You barked once more.

"Go away, get out of here. I don't want to see you." You spat out.

"That's not how you should speak to me, sweetheart." Tom warned.

"Yeah? Well hear this, FUCK YOU!" You fumed.

Something inside him snapped as he launched to you slamming your back against the wall. Tom might be kind and generous, but when you get on his nerves, you would regret it. You shrieked when you felt your back clashed against the wallpapered walls, your eyes briefly shut before you open them back. Tom's chest heaves, his breath exhaled through his nose in fury.

"Are you trying to turn me on?" Tom smirked, "Because it's working, sweetheart." He grinned.

One hand on your throat, the other on your shoulder blade. Your eyebrows scrunched together, you struggled to maintain your breath, a needy whine drives out from your throat to your pursed lips.

Tom lessen his grip on your throat, "Now are you going to be good and show me what you said last night on the phone?"

Your teeth gritted inside your closed mouth, your eyes darted side to side to his eyes, searching something. Your chest heaves, your breath turned panted, a whimper escaped from your mouth.

"Fuck me." Your hands went to his neck, harshly pulling him in for a kiss. The kiss was sloppy, teeth clashing, tongue battling for dominance kind of action. Tom's hands went under you to lift you up from the ground, your legs automatically wrapped around his waist. Tom guide you both towards the leathered sofa before laying you back against the cushion.

Seconds later your top was laying on the floor with your bra and his shirt, the last piece of garment covering you both was the bottoms. You in your white skirt, him in his pants. You both were panting, lips still colliding. Tom's hands wander from your collarbone to your chest, to toy with your breasts. A mewl from you he received.

You pushed yourself up to guide him ushering to take a seat on the sofa. Your lips moved down to his jaw then to his neck, Tom watched as you go down kissing his chest, your hands wander down to his abdomen before reaching what you're looking for. The waistband of his pants, your hands went to undo his belt before undoing the button of his pants.

Tugging them off of him, Tom impressed. You settled on your knees, as Tom look to the front to find a mirror facing both of you. He groaned once he sees your laced panties, the fabric squeezed in between your rounded ass as you slightly bent to tend on his growing hard on.

"Shit, sweetheart. I wished you could see how you look right now." Tom grunted, hands on your hair caressing your head. You're too busy massaging his bulge, groping his balls before you finally took the last piece of garment off of him.

His cock sprung free slapping his abdomen, as Tom hissed with his eyes closed throwing his head back before turning his attention back to you. Your eyes locked on his, grabbing his cock with your free hand as the other played with his balls. Your plumped and moist lips inch towards his flaring red tip as your tongue grazes against the tiny slit on the head.

Tom moaned once he felt your warm tongue, you repeated this action over and over again before wrapping your lips around the head of his cock.

"Sshiit... Look at you, don't you think you should've just get on your knees and suck my cock instead of throwing shits at me, sweetheart? Mmh.. You're doing so good." Tom moaned, his hands playing with your hair in hopes of prying them away from your face.

You relaxed the muscles on your jaw, as you pushed your head further down his shaft. With the action that you pulled sends shiver down his spine as Tom shuddered feeling your warm throat.

"Shit look at you, you really are not an amateur. You suck cock like a good slut." Tom praised but degrade you at the same time, calling you a slut, for some reason made your pussy throbs as you moaned around his cock.

"Mmm.. Mmm.. What would your father say about this? What happens when he finds his daughter on her knees sucking his best friend's cock like her life depends on it?" Tom taunted, you seemed to like his dirty mouth when Tom watched the way you squeezed your thighs from the mirror, your pace went fast.

Tom moaned when he saw your panties drenched due to your pussy getting wetter by each seconds.

"Fuck yes, keep doing it. I'm almost there, sweetheart. You're doing great." Tom moaned, throwing his head back, his hips thrusting upwards slightly to meet each bob from your head.

The tip of his head throbs, as he feel it coming, forming from his balls. "F-fuck, I'm coming sweetheart. Argh!" Tom shoots his load in your mouth, the strings streamed down your throat, his hips lifted stopping midway, his hands gripping your hair holding you down on his cock.

He gave one final thrust to clean out the last bit of his load, before slowly pulling his cock out of your mouth. His hands went to your chin as he leaned down,

"Swallow it."

Like a good girl, you did what he said. Tom chuckles, shaking his head side to side in disbelief.

He just fucked his best friend's daughter's mouth.

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