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switch | t.holland

{pornstar!tom x pornstar!reader}

summary: you may be the boss at work, but in Tom's bed there's not a chance in hell he'll ever let you take charge.

word count: 8,015

warnings: this is basically just porn. explicit warnings below divide. language.

18+!!! minors stay away!

warnings: sub!tom, dom!tom, spit play, degradation, voyeurism (it's porn wdy expect), oral (m+f recieving), unprotected sex (wrap it up folks), toy play (m+f recieving), bondage

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Today was the big day.

You'd been anticipating it and dreading it for weeks. Ever since your agent had informed you that Tom Holland had personally requested to film with you, it had been consuming your thoughts entirely. Of course, you were excited to know that someone as successful as him had wanted to do a shoot with you--but you couldn't help but to feel a little perplexed that it was him specifically.

The two of you were very nice creators, to put it quite plainly. Tom was a well known name in the industry, having climbed up from the very bottom with some crafty homemade videos, all the way to the top of the top. His work was recognizable, and he had a specific role he always played. Tom was very much the hot, cocky and dominant type on screen; not yet old enough in the face to pull off any sort of age play, he stuck to playing the arrogant dom who could get any girl to bend to his will.

And boy, oh boy, did he play it well, too.

You, however had more than staked your claim in the dominatrix industry. That hadn't been your start--you'd began your journey into porn filming home videos on a shitty phone camera all by yourself--but somewhere along the way you'd dipped your toes in only to be shoved in head first. It certainly wasn't a personal preference of yours, but the decision had paid off and you were more than content to play the role as long as it kept on giving.

The script had been given to you the week prior, and you'd nearly thought that maybe it was all a big mistake. There was no way Tom Holland wanted to film with you, let alone something so far off brand for him it was comical. Please, Tom playing a shy boy who lets you walk all over him--literally? It was preposterous.

And, yet, the director had confirmed with you that it had already been approved by the actor. According to him, the only change Tom had requested was that they removed the pegging scene; you had to admit you were more than a little grateful for that. That was one thing that made you squirm a little in regards to your persona.

It all felt just a little too surreal as you made your way to set that day, your hair in a messy bun and your face bare in preparation to be all done up by your makeup artist. You were still holding your breath in anticipation of someone jumping out to tell you it was all some elaborate prank, or to hear that Tom had bailed at the last second. In all honesty, you were one slip away from backing out yourself.

There was no reason as to why Tom made you so nervous. You'd seen him around before, passing each other by in the halls between sets of bumping into each other in the elevators, and he'd never been anything short of perfect. But, maybe that was exactly why you were so nervous to film with him.

It was obvious just from those brief interactions that Tom was exactly who he portrayed himself as on camera. A smooth talking, self-assured, commanding presence that refused to be taken as anything less than the man of the hour. When he spoke, people just naturally were inclined to listen, and there was a funny twitch of his smirking lips that always let on that he enjoyed it.

You? You, on the other hand, were probably the polar opposite of your domineering alter ego. Taking charge was not exactly your favorite in any circumstance, and having to do it day in and day out at work only made you want to lose control that much more. You would much rather have stepped out of your leather boots for the day, instead of stepping them all over Tom's bare body.

"Good morning, darling," you jumped at the sound of Tom's silky accent, looking up in surprise as your dressing room door shut behind you to see him sitting in the empty vanity beside your own, "ready for the big day?"

He looked more than a little out of place sitting amidst the chaotic clutter of your personal bubble. He was all smirking lips and perfectly glittering eyes, surrounded by a mess of leather outfits, shoes, and various props. Was that a whip hanging off of his seat? Your cheeks flushed and your belly fluttered at the sight, but you certainly weren't thinking of using it on him in the slightest.

Marlena, your makeup artist, shot you a smile as you slipped into your own vanity seat, fussing over Tom's hair and clicking her tongue as the curls refused to do what she wanted them to. "Good morning, Tom." you hummed, "Think I should be asking you that, yeah?"

Tom smirked and you pursed your lips, looking away from him to pick apart your own reflection. "I'm always ready. Been looking forward to this ever since they gave me the script, actually." he assured, and you raised an eyebrow at him curiously.

He'd been looking forward to working with you? Immediately your mind wandered into a murky sea of thoughts about Tom getting all hot and bothered over the many things you were meant to do to him in just an hour. Clearing your throat and doing your best not to squirm under his watchful eye, you mumbled a quiet, "Great."

If anything, his smirk only grew and you found yourself turning away as if that would somehow stop him from trailing his eyes all over your flustered form. You pinched your leg and took a deep breathe, releasing your hair from it's ratty bundle atop your head and busied yourself with getting in the zone. It was always a real process for you to get into the proper mindset to change into your film persona, and doing it with him in the room only made it that much more difficult.

Tom, thankfully, remained quiet until Marlena was adding the final touches to your makeup and hair. "Do you get nervous?" he asked, catching your attention as he leaned back into his seat with an inquisitive quirk of his head. It was then that you took notice of your fidgeting fingers and the way you kept cracking your joints anxiously.

"Not usually, no." you mused, and bit your cheek as you tried to calm your nerves.

"Do I make you nervous then, darling?"

Your eyes snapped back to Tom's face, and your lips twitched at the sight of the delighted smile that stretched across his cheeks. If you hadn't been so irritated with his ridiculous intuition, you'd probably have been far more bewitched by the charming crinkle of his eyes and the way his teeth poked out adorably. But, he was smirking at you and clearly pleased with the affect he had on you that didn't need to be spoken, and that frustrated you.

Luckily, an assistant poked her head into the room and called out, "Tom, you're wanted on set. Archie's gonna get a few solo shots of you while we wait for (Y/N)."

The instant the door shut behind him, you slumped in your seat with a quiet groan that made Marlena chuckle. "What's got you all flustered? I've never seen you so... twitchy." she questioned, and you stuck your tongue out at her in the mirror.

"I don't know," you grumbled, "I'm just--this is so not his brand, you know? It feels wrong."

Or, maybe it just felt wrong because you were more inclined to let him have his way with you just like you'd seen him take all those other women in his videos. You were incredibly familiar with Tom's work; and if you knew him beyond what he showed on camera, you'd probably have said you had a bit of a crush on him. Countless nights you had gotten yourself off to the sound of his voice, and the idea of finally hearing it in person got you excited.

Only, you wouldn't be hearing his usual words that you longed to hear him grown down your ear like he did all the other women. Instead, he'd be a whining, sobbing mess beneath your feet, and that just wasn't right. One thought, though, that kept you from running away from the deal was the fact that once you worked with him, the agency was more inclined to feature you two together again. So, maybe you'd get lucky and land in one of his videos down the road.

"Quiet on set!"

The black vinyl corset you'd worn a thousand times before felt far more constricting than normal as you waited for your cue to enter the frame. Tom, nearly unrecognizable in his nerdy garb, was performing the introduction to the film solo. You watched on curiously as he stammered and stuttered so well you were almost convinced he truly was a nervous, shy boy like his character.

He took the key in the brothel from the madam, and you took a deep breathe as his cheeks flushed red and he turned to open the door to give your cue. "Th-this one?" he asked, and the madam nodded with a devilish smirk that had him flustered.

"Sit."

You held your hands on your hips, suddenly freezing cold in your corset and faux-leather pants as Tom opened the door and gaped at you from behind the camera that was panned to get your opening shot. He wore glasses that he was repeatedly pushing up the bridge of his nose, and his hair was a perfectly arranged mess of curls. The camera panned around you, taking in your pose with one foot propped up on a chair.

Tom hesitated, and you repeated, "I won't ask again, boy. Sit." Kicking the chair across the floor, Tom stumbled over his feet to sit in it as you circled him to close the door and lock it. "Name?"

"T-Tom."

You gripped his shoulders, digging your nails into his flesh as you leaned close to speak in his ear, "You will address me as Miss, and I expect you to use your manners. Tom, what?"

Tom audibly swallowed, his cheeks flushing red all the way down his neck as your nose brushed along the shell of his ear. "My name is Tom, Miss." he choked out, and you grinned as you retracted from him entirely.

Circling him again as he sat in the chair, you admired the way he took on this new persona so expertly. He was slouched into the seat, his shoulders hunched and legs crossed at the ankles to keep him small--if he hadn't gotten into porn, than Tom certainly should have tried his hand at being an actor. His eyes followed your every move, head tilted back ever so slightly to look up at you timidly.

Following along with the script, you stood before him and bent at the waist until your face was level with his, giving the perfect shot of your ass to the camera as you spoke, "If at any time you need me to stop, then you must say the word red. If you say stop, I will keep going--remember that, Tom."

Tom licked his lips and nodded, eyelashes fluttering as he blinked nervously. His hands were wiping up and down his pant legs, and you noticed the already prominent tightening in the crotch that made your mouth water. Did he get off to this, or had he just prepared beforehand?

"Use your words when you address me, boy."

He jumped as your hands came down onto his thighs with a harsh smack, making your palms sting with the prick of a thousand needles. "Yes, Miss S-sorry, miss." he stuttered, and you hummed quietly under your breathe.

Your hands soothed over the harsh smack you'd delivered, trailing up his legs until you found his bulge with your palms. Holy fuck, he was a lot bigger than you'd thought from all that you'd seen on camera, and you had to stop yourself from clenching your legs in delight. Instead, you continued up his body until your hands reached around his neck and you wound your fingers into his hair, pulling hard until his head fell back to look up at you.

His brown eyes were wide and resembled the startled gaze of a deer in headlights, and you dipped down until your lips were ghosting over his. "What do you want, Tom? Hm?" you cooed, and the warm brown eyes fluttered shut in pleasure, "Want me to touch you?"

He nodded, and his eyes flew open as he caught his mistake, "Yes. Want you to touch me, Miss."

You wanted to touch him, too, but your character didn't agree. "Strip for me, Tom." you said, backing away again and waiting with your hands on your hips, "Only good boys get to be touched. Are you a good boy?"

Tom stood hesitantly, fingering the hem of his shirt for a moment as he stared at you bashfully. "I think so, Miss." he faltered.

"Don't make me ask you again," you urged, tapping your foot, "strip. Now."

He nodded, and with blushing cheeks he pulled his shirt over his head and dropped it to the floor. His pants followed, and his fingers trembled as they slipped under the waistband of his boxers with uncertainty. When his eyes met yours, though, he pulled them down too and kicked them away at last.

Tom looked even better in person, you realized as you stared at his bare body with a clenched jaw and stiff posture. His arms crossed over his abdomen, hands creeping down to cover his erection shyly, but you tapped his hand once with your riding crop in warning. "Don't cover yourself, Tom. Next time I won't be so gentle." you stated, and he swallowed harshly.

His hands dropped to his sides, fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white. Just as you opened your mouth to speak your next line, the director shouted, "Cut!"

Slumping, you huffed a quiet sigh of relief and dropped your crop on the floor. Tom, however, seemed to burst to life as his posture straightened and his hands relaxed at his sides at ease. He didn't have a care in the world as he left himself exposed for the entire crew to see, and grinned at you cheerfully, "That was really good!"

Priscilla, the director, bounded over to the two of you and informed, "We're cutting a few scenes--I know, I know, last minute changes suck. We're going to jump straight to the goods, though, so let's move this to the next set and get a move on."

You nodded along as she lead you from the first set to the next one, which was nearly identical except there was now a bed as the main focal point of the room. Immediately, you realized just how much was being skipped; gone were all the scenes of the teasing build up. You were jumping straight into the meat of the film, which meant it was time for your pants to disappear and for Tom to get all oiled up.

"Fuck, yes." he grinned, and you choked out a small laugh as he threw himself onto the bed excitedly. A lump formed in your throat, though, as you took in the sight of him spread-eagle on the mattress with his reddened erection standing tall for all to admire. As a few crew members began tying all four of his limbs to the bed posts, you stripped off your pants before slipping back into your heels.

"Ready?" Priscilla asked you, and you nodded, "Ready, Tom?"

Tom whooped, "Always, darling."

"Quiet on set! Places, and... Action!"

You climbed onto the bed and straddled Tom's hips, your clothed core ghosting over his length as you placed your hands onto his shoulders. He slipped right back into character, blushing and blinking up at you in anticipation of your next move. "Don't make a sound, or I'll stop, got it?" you warned.

"Yes, got it, Miss." he gulped, and you smiled devilishly. Lowering your hips until you pressed hard against his erection, you dragged yourself along from tip to base at an achingly slow pace. He was a bucking mess underneath you, and already your thighs were going numb with how hard you were resisting the urge to grind down into him harder.

His lips parted in a silent oath as you continued the agonizing movements, your nails trailing down his chest and leaving angry red trails over the flesh in their wake. Sliding back up, you gripped his chin with one hand and leaned over his face with puckered lips, "Open up, baby boy."

Tom's eyes widened as he opened his mouth, his cheeks squishing into your fingers and making him look like a little kid. You spit into his mouth harshly, squeezing his face until he closed his mouth and swallowed. "Good boy." you cooed.

"Thank you, Miss."

Immediately your hips stopped their assault, and he whined. "What did I say, Tom?" you raised your eyebrows expectantly, and he pouted up at you with a puffy lower lip.

"Don't make any noise, Miss." he grumbled, and you narrowed your eyes, "Sorry, Miss."

You smiled again, and his eyes widened in wonder as you leaned down to his lips once more. Capturing the lower lip that was jutted out just for you to taste between your teeth, you tugged and sucked it into your mouth with a tantalizing moan, "Mm, you taste good, Tom. Too bad you've been a bad boy, though. Bad boys don't get touched."

Tom's hips bucked up into yours, and you tutted to hide the way you really wanted to moan out loud. He pleaded, "P-please, Miss, I'll be a good boy. I promise, Miss." You licked over his lips and pulled away before he could catch you in a kiss, climbing off of him and off of the bed entirely.

He watched on in frustration as you ambled around the room slowly, trailing your fingers over the many toys, whips, crops, and flogs that hung on the walls. Eventually, you came across a blindfold and gag, picking them off their hooks with a smirk. Tom stared with unblinking eyes, awaiting your next move as you continued down the line.

Next, you picked up a cock-ring and nodded to yourself. Stalking back to the bed, you slapped his cheek lightly and commanded, "Open up."

Immediately his lips parted, and he groaned as you pushed the ball-gag into his mouth before roughly pulling his hair to lift his head from the pillow. Fastening it tightly, you pulled the blindfold over his eyes and asked, "Can you snap your fingers for me, Tom?"

He snapped his fingers, gargling against the ball-gag pitifully and making you laugh. "If you want me to stop, you have to snap your fingers, okay? Snap, if you understand." He clicked his fingers again, and you bit your lip as you twirled the metal cock-ring in your fingers.

Climbing back onto the bed, you straddled his thighs and dragged your finger tips over his lower abdomen, watching on with a watering mouth as the muscle contracted and rippled under your touch. Your fingers traced over the tip of his cock, and he twitched in surprise. Groaning, he bucked his hips up at you only to whine when you pinched his thigh threateningly.

Only once he finally settled down, relaxing back onto the bed and going still once more, did you wrap your fingers around his weeping length in a gentle grip. Spitting onto the tip, you swiped your thumb over the head before pumping him gently to spread the wetness down his shaft. Once your hand slipped over the flesh with ease you tightened your grip, jerking hard until his hips jumped up again.

Pulling out the cock ring, you traced it along the vein on the underside of his shaft, and smirked at the way he shivered at the cool touch. It was nothing compared to the way he shuddered as you leaned down to lick along the same trail, swirling your tongue around the head before finally wrapping your lips around his tip. A faltering, raspy breathe tore from his mouth at the contact, and you hummed around him.

All too soon you pulled away, leaving a glistening mess of spit leaking down his length as he groaned quietly. You pressed the ring onto him, sliding it slowly down his length until it was pressed firmly at the base and snug against his pelvis. "Does that feel alright?" you asked, and he nodded.

It was a sight to behold. Tom Holland, bound at all four limbs and blind to what you were doing. The silver ball in his mouth was glistening from his spit, drool leaking down his chin and cheeks, leaving his face a slick mess.

You scooted up the bed until you were hovering over his length, the shaft throbbing a deeper red with the reduced circulation. Grabbing him with a tight fist, you pulled your panties aside with the other and dragged his tip through your folds roughly. He whined, and you laughed, "Quiet, Tom, or I'll stop."

He fell silent again, and you teased his tip over your clit a few times, your back arching at the arcs of pleasure that tingled up your spine. You'd sufficiently coated yourself in lube before the scene, but something told you that you probably hadn't needed it. Normally your style of filming didn't turn you on in the slightest bit, but with Tom you were just aching to feel him.

You slid him back to your entrance and slowly sank onto him, gritting your teeth harshly to hold back from moaning loudly. Fuck, he felt so good. He was stretching you out perfectly--just the right size to bridge that gap between pleasure and pain, sending a delightful ache into the pit of your stomach. You watched as he strained against the gag, his lips curling around the ball and strap as more spit dripped down his chin.

"Feel good, Tom?" you cooed, rocking your hips against his pelvis as he sank into you to the hilt. You could feel every inch of him, throbbing and pulsing against your slick walls as his tip ground into your deepest spot. "Answer me, Tom."

He gargled against the ball, nodding furiously. "Good boy." you smirked, rising up onto your knees and dropping back down roughly. His tip bruised against your spot, and you clenched around him involuntarily eliciting a guttural moan from deep in his chest. As you repeated the movement, you couldn't help but to moan, too.

Rolling your hips again, you dug your fingers into his hips and picked up your pace. You moved as fast as you could, pulling up and dropping back down his length at a pace that had your teeth clashing and your thighs burning hotter than fire in protest. It was worth it, though, to hear the animalistic noises that escaped his throat and rolled all around the ball keeping his mouth stretched open.

Already your belly was tightening, that familiar fire spreading all across your middle as you began to sweat and shiver with anticipation, "You feel so good, baby boy. You like it when I fuck you like a toy? Like it when I ride your dick like its mine? God, you're such a little baby--whining like a bitch and begging for me to fuck you."

Tom whined loudly, nodding so fast your own head hurt empathetically. You kept up the pace, swirling your hips with every thrust just to feel every ridge of his cock against your walls. The sound of him choking on his drool mixed with the sound of your wet heat dripping between your hips delightfully, and you were close.

Dropping harshly once more, you switched to rocking your hips against his straining pelvis. The band at the base of his shaft rubbed your clit with every rolling motion, and you could feel his tip hitting that spot deeply as the coil in your belly tightened to its breaking point. Crying out his name, you came undone and ground into him as hard as you could.

He moaned, his hands coming up and fighting viciously against the bonds that held him down as he bucked his hips up into you desperately. "Ah, ah, Tom," you gasped, breathing heavily as you tried to calm down, "you've been a bad boy, remember? Bad boys don't get to cum."

Tom froze, and you grinned, "Wanna cum, baby boy? Wanna be my good boy?"

Whining, he nodded again, and you leaned down to bite his earlobe softly. "Too bad, Tom."

Pulling harshly at the tender skin as you backed off, you lifted your hips and let him fall from your dripping core to slap back against his stomach. He pleaded, gargling and fighting his restraints like a mad man, but you just laughed. Slapping his thigh, you climbed off of him completely and sat back on your heels.

"Cut!"

You let out a gasp of breathe as you finally could breath freely, your legs trembling as you reached up to peel the blindfold off of Tom and undo the gag in his mouth. He swallowed thickly, eyes blinking rapidly against the light as a few tears slipped down his cheeks. "Alright?" you asked, and it didn't look like his eyes truly focused as he looked at you in a daze.

Sucking in a breathe, he rasped, "Fuck, darling, you feel so fucking perfect."

Your cheeks blazed red at the compliment and he grinned lazily, pleased with making you flush once again. "You're... not too bad yourself, Holland." you remarked, and backed away from the bed to go find a robe before he could see just how worked up you truly were.

Wrapping up in a fluffy robe that a crew member extended to you, you kicked off your heels and padded across the floor until you reached Priscilla who was watching the playback with a grin. As you rounded the big screen, you could see why--it looked amazing. The camera captured all the angles just right; your devilish smirk, Tom's straining lips and spittle covered chin, his cock disappearing into your hole perfectly.

As Tom finally ambled over, wiping his chin and stretching his jaw out achingly, he shot you another lazy smile and turned to watch as well. "Damn, that looks great." he mused, and Priscilla squeaked happily.

"Great? It's perfect! All we need is a few stills of the both of you and I think that's a wrap." she corrected, shooting the two of you a thumbs up and marching off to find Archie, the photographer.

Your thighs clenched at the thought of sitting on Tom's hard length again, even if it was only for a few phony action shots. Glancing over, you noticed his robe tenting out between his legs and chuckled, "Sorry you didn't get to... you know."

Tom smirked over at you, and you pretended not to notice the not-so-subtle twitch of the tent as he flexed his length arrogantly. "S'alright, lovie. Could always help me out, yeah?" he teased, and you swallowed thickly.

"Try not to bust during these stills, and we'll see."

Your entire body was shaking as you raised your fist to knock at the wooden door, and as soon as the rapping sound echoed in your ears you considered turning and running away. What had you gotten yourself into? Already you were aching from the absolute beating you'd given yourself filming with Tom, and yet there you were, stood outside his door with soaked panties and weak knees.

You should have known better than to challenge him. As soon as your remark had slipped from your lips, Tom's brown eyes had ignited with a fiery sort of determination that had nearly made you orgasm at the sight. He'd smirked all throughout the photos, causing many retakes and a far longer effort than necessary, and you'd been a flustered mess by the end of it.

Tom opened the door and you paled, chewing at your lip nervously as he leaned against the doorframe and trailed his eyes over your figure. "Come in, darling." he finally said, smiling and stepping aside as you tentatively crossed the threshold, "Tea? I just put the kettle on."

You followed him bashfully through his apartment, eyes trailing over the many decorations on the walls. Photos were hung on every bare wall you passed, some showing Tom's smiling form beside others, others without him at all, and some just showing off a beautiful dog whose grin made you smile too. There were little shelves with random bits and bobs hanging about, too, but you didn't linger to take a closer look as you followed him into the kitchen.

"No, I'm alright, thank you." you replied, blushing when your voice cracked nervously and clearing your throat, "Sorry, I don't--I don't normally do things like this."

Tom grinned at you, eyes crinkling at the corners adorably as he laughed, "What, you don't hang out with people from work?"

He knew exactly what you meant, but the twinkle in his eye told you that he wanted to hear you say it. "No--well, yes, but I mean I... I don't normally hook up with, well, anyone." you stammered, scratching your cheek and looking away from him.

"Neither do I, lovie."

You blinked, looking up at Tom curiously. You would have found that incredibly hard to believe, but seeing the earnest smile on his face and the faint blush that coated his own cheeks, you knew he was telling the truth. Somehow that made you feel the slightest bit better.

It was awkward for a moment as you both stood in silence, only the faint bubbling of the kettle creating noise as the two of you both waited for the other to say something. Tom was leaning back against the counter, gripping it with his hands so tightly his arms were straining against the sleeves of his t-shirt. Subconsciously you shifted your thighs, sniffing uncomfortably as the friction made a gush of wetness soak into your panties.

"So, did you--"

"Do you want to--"

You blushed as you both spoke at the same time, Tom chuckling as he mumbled, "You first."

You definitely did not want to go first considering what you were going to say, curious as to whether Tom had been about to change his mind, but you steeled yourself and asked, "Did you, uh--did you handle your... issue, from earlier?"

He threw his head back with a loud laugh that made you jump, but the sound was contagious as you giggled quietly along with him. "Yeah, yeah I did." he chortled, "Been thinking about you ever since, though, so..."

He trailed off, and your eyes flickered down to his sweatpants to see he was already stiff and straining against the soft material. You had to give it to him; he could pull off grey sweatpants better than any other man you'd seen before. Licking your lips, you glanced back up to see his jaw tense.

"Fuck it."

In a split second he crossed the room, hands gripping your waist tightly as he pulled you flush against him and pressed his lips to yours. He was feverish and desperate with his movements, his tongue hastily sweeping between your lips as you gasped in surprise. Slowly, you brought your hands up to grip his biceps and squeezed softly with a quiet whimper.

His fingers tightened against your hips at the sound,his lips separating from yours with a loud smack as he moved on to suck at the soft skin of your neck. You whined, then, gripping tighter to his arms as he mouthed along the supple flesh of your throat until he found a spot he wanted to mark. He sucked harder then, his teeth nipping at your skin before his tongue followed behind to soothe the tender point.

"Fuck, Tom--"

Tom chuckled, a throaty and dark sound that made your thighs clench and your heart race in your chest. "Think we should go over the rules, right, darling?" he tutted, pulling back to look you in the eye, "Don't make a sound or I'll stop, got it?"

You blinked, nodding slowly as he repeated your scripted lines from earlier back to you. Grinning, he continued, "I'm in charge here, love, and don't you forget it." He patted your cheek when you stared up at him blankly, startling you, "Got it?"

Nodding again, he hummed to himself and dipped his lips back to yours in a scorching kiss. It was all clashing teeth and smacking lips, his tongue ravishing your mouth until you thought you might suffocate. He didn't pull away until you were straining against his bruising grip, finally releasing you with a wet pop of his lips and relishing the sight of you panting desperately.

Tom wasted no time in leading you to his bedroom, his hand gripping your wrist loosely as he tugged you down the narrow hall until you reached the last door. "Safe word's red. Don't use it unless you mean it." he stated, giving you a stern look before turning to open the door to his private space.

You weren't entirely sure what you'd been expecting, but what you saw was not anything you'd imagined. It was just a normal bedroom--a queen bed with rumpled sheets, a few articles of clothing dotting the floor, and his phone charger stretched across the floorboards like a snake. What had you expected, though, a sex dungeon?

"Strip, (Y/N)." Tom commanded, stretching out on his bed with his hands folded behind his head. In the moment you'd taken to study his room, he'd removed his shirt. The black material was now added to the small collection on the floor, and you had to tear your eyes away from the sight of his smooth muscle rippling with his slow breathes.

He raised his eyebrows challengingly, and you jumped to life. Your fingers shook as you stripped off your shirt, and you struggled for a few seconds to undo the clasp of your bra because your sweaty hands kept losing grip of the band. Tom's eyes darkened as your hands slowly dipped under the material of your leggings, dragging the stretchy fabric down your legs clumsily and stomping them off your feet.

You went to do the same with your panties, but he tsked, "Not yet." Crooking a finger at you devilishly, he beckoned you closer with a teasing smile. "C'mere, darling."

Belly twisting excitedly, you stumbled over your discarded clothes and made your way to his bed timidly. He sat on the edge and reached out to slide his hands over your skin, fingertips trailing up your legs slowly making goosebumps erupt in their wake. He trailed up, up, and up, until his fingers traced the swell of your breasts and you shivered.

"Wanna feel that gorgeous mouth again, lovie." he rasped, thumbs ghosting over your pebbled nipples as his eyes flicked up to yours, "Get on your knees f'me?"

Immediately you crouched, dropping to your knees and sitting back on your heels patiently. Tom cooed, his hand cupping your cheek and his thumb tugging your lip from between your teeth. Obediently, you opened your lips for the calloused digit and he grinned as you eagerly took it into your mouth.

All too soon he pulled it from you, dragging your spit down your chin before standing from his bed and looking down at you expectantly, "Well? Get on with it."

You reached for his sweats and dipped your fingers under the waistband, his skin hot against yours as you slowly tugged them down his legs. He wasn't wearing boxers; you choked a little in shock as he sprang free from the material. Tom sighed at the release, and his tip was weeping precum already.

You went to touch him, but Tom swatted your hand. "Did I say you could use your hands?" he threatened, raising one ruffled brow at you in warning as you retracted your hand sheepishly and folded them both in your lap. He sat again, his length standing against his stomach and leaving a streak of leakage over his abs.

Trying again, you shuffled forward on your knees until you were inches from his erection, and his hips jerked at the soft breathe that fanned over him. You licked a soft stripe from base to tip, letting your spit drip from your mouth and all over his length and lap. Tom's hand curled into your hair.

With his fingers scratching into your scalp, he gripped a fistful of your hair tightly before pulling you back to look up at him, "Don't tease. You'll regret it, I promise you."

Nodding, he kept his grip but let you tilt your head back to face his cock once more. It dripped salty and bitter onto your tongue as you opened your lips to let him in, sucking the head into your mouth and swirling your tongue around it. Tom cursed under his breathe, but before you could delight in the sound he shoved your head down until your nose was buried in his pelvis.

"Fuck, yes," he groaned, "perfect mouth you've got, lovie. So fucking good."

Your eyes were burning with tears and you gagged hard around him, but the quiet choking sounds you made only spurred him on as he started guiding your head roughly. His grip was making your scalp ache, and your nose felt like it was bruising with how hard he kept digging your face into him, but fuck if it wasn't making you drip like a waterfall.

He kept up the skull-rattling pace for a long while, hissing each time he jerked too hard and your teeth grazed his throbbing shaft. His moans were a godsend though, delicious sounds that nearly had you moaning too. You were a good girl, though, keeping silent through his vicious assault on your throat.

Finally, as your tears streaked your face and spit was dripping from your chin in long strands, he pulled you off him with a loud oath. His eyes were blown so wide with lust you could barely make out any of their brown hue anymore, and he swiped his palm under your chin to catch all of your drool before licking it off. You clenched your jaw at the sight to keep from whimpering.

Cupping your chin, Tom growled, "Open."

Instinctively, you opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue eagerly. He leaned over you and spit, both of you watching the drip stretch slowly from his lips to land on your quivering tongue. "Don't swallow it yet." he ordered, and you kept your mouth open.

Tom swiped the tip of his throbbing length over your muscle, tapping it a few times and watching the way his spit mixed with yours and the drippings from his cock, turning your tongue a frothy, milky white. "Good girl," he hummed, sliding his tip into your mouth until your lips closed around it, "swallow."

You struggled to swallow around him, choking when he thrust forward suddenly and gagged you harshly before pulling out again. Your knees were throbbing, your calves completely numb from the lack of blood flow, but you sat on your heels obediently as he got up and made his way around his room. He opened a few drawers, rifling through them and shutting them as he couldn't find what he was looking for, before finally making a quiet noise of success.

When he returned, he held a little pink bullet in his fingers that made your eyes widen anxiously. "Get on the bed, (Y/N)." he instructed, grabbing your arm to help you off of the floor with jellied legs, "On your back, and your knees better touch your shoulders."

You let out a quiet gasp of air as you crawled onto his bed, settling down on your back before using your hands to tuck your knees as tight into your chest as you could. He watched on with ravenous eyes, his lips damp and glistening from how often he licked them, and you clenched around nothing in anticipation. You were aching to feel him inside you again, but you had a feeling that was not going to happen for a long while.

Tom crawled over his bed to you with a smirk that made you tremble, one hand still fisting the vibrator and the other coming down to smack your thigh hard. You gasped, slapping your hand over your mouth at the last second to hold back a shriek, and he chuckled, "Mm, such a good girl, (Y/N)."

His hand soothed over the red print he'd left, a mark that you knew would certainly bruise, and squeezed your flesh greedily. "I think you've earned the right to speak, darling. Wanna hear all your pretty noises." he murmured, looking up to see your lips part timidly.

"Thank you--"

"Sir."

"Thank you, sir." you whispered, and he grinned.

Stretching out on his stomach, Tom's breathe fanned over your heat and made you whine desperately. "Think I'd like a taste, love. S'that alright?"

You nodded eagerly, gasping, "Please, sir, I want you to have a taste."

Tom groaned, his eyes closing as his face dipped closer to you and his nose brushed your clit. He wasted no time in diving in, his entire mouth coming down around your mound in a harsh, sucking kiss that had you yelping in surprise. His tongue dragged a long, fat strip through your folds and teased around your clit roughly.

Two fucking seconds, and you were ready to blow. Your grip on your legs tightened, the muscles in your thighs trembling as you tried to prolong the inevitable, but you could help but moan, "Sir, I'm--I'm close!"

He pulled away in a flash, smirking through a barking laugh as he asked, "Already?"

Sheepishly, you nodded, "Yes, sir."

Tom tutted, "Guess you'll just have to do it again, then."

He buried his face back into your heat, sucking harshly at your swollen bundle and within seconds you were shrieking and falling apart. Tom didn't stop, though, and kept sucking and licking until you felt a warm gush trickle down your cheeks and soak into the sheets beneath you. He hummed, lapping at your folds greedily, and you clawed at your thighs desperately with your eyes clenched shut.

Then you heard the faint buzz, and your eyes flew open in terror, "Tom--"

He slapped your thigh again at your mistake, looking up at you with a fearsome glint in his eye that made you clamp your jaw shut. "Not another sound out of you." he demanded, and the vibrator swept through your folds roughly.

It was torture. He pressed the buzzing bullet harshly into your clit, grinding the hard device into your bundle deeply as he worked his tongue into your entrance. You clenched around the muscle erratically, grinding your teeth and fisting the skin of your legs in a desperate attempt to keep quiet.

The next orgasm was earth shattering, and a ragged breathe escaped our lips as you came undone under his expert mouth yet again. The wet spot on the sheets was growing cold, chilling your ass, but you felt hot all over as the sparks travelled from your core throughout every last bit of your body. Toes curled, eyes clenched shut, mouth parted in a silent scream, you were shaking all over.

He kept going for three more, until you were a crying mess and finally had to blubber, "Please, sir, I--I can't!"

Tom pulled the vibrator away, finally, but his tongue continued lapping up your slick hungrily. Just when you thought you were going to cum once more, your eyes already rolling back, he bit you. His teeth clamped around your swollen, aching bud harshly and you cried out, blinking back tears as he sat up and wiped his chin roughly on the back of his hand.

He didn't say a word as he shuffled up the bed on his knees until his thighs were pressed to the backs of yours, his hands coming down to push your legs back even harder. Tom dragged the tip of his cock through your folds, tapping your clit harshly, before suddenly diving in to the hilt. You sucked in a breathe and your entire body tensed at the sudden intrusion, but the sight of his eyes screwing shut in pleasure had you melting.

The first thrust was slow and deep, his hips dragging all the way back until he slipped out before pushing back into you in one long movement. You could practically feel him in your throat he was so deep, it seemed, but it was sinfully perfect. Every bump, every ridge, every tiny part of his length dragged along your walls and made you quiver.

But that first thrust was just a teaser. The second thrust had you biting your lip so hard you could taste iron, his hips rolling back and snapping forward so quickly that your eyes rolled. He started up a bruising pace, thrusting into you harshly and pushing your legs further and further until you were struggling to breathe.

"Best cunt I've ever fucked, lovie," Tom finally groaned, easing up on your legs just enough for you to suck in a desperate breathe, "so fucking tight. So wet. Perfect little pussy, just f'me. Is this all for me, darling?"

You nodded like a madwoman, and he laughed darkly. "I know, lovie. This cunt's all mine--bet you've imagined this over and over, right? You get off to the thought of me fucking you just like this?"

He thrust into you hard and deep, burying his hips into yours and rolling them against you until you saw stars. "Answer me, darling." he ordered, and you nodded, "Nothing to say now, eh? Good girl."

Tom's hips were starting to falter in their movements, and from the crease between his brows you knew that he was close. He pulled your legs down suddenly and wrapped them around his waist, dropping onto his forearms so that his body was flush with yours and his lips could find yours in a sloppy kiss. Your hips were screaming in pain from the change in position, but all you could think about was the fact that you could taste yourself all over his tongue.

You bit down on his lip as he fucked into you harder, and he moaned before shoving his face into your neck. He sucked at the skin and dug his teeth in, his tongue lazily soothing over each new bruise tenderly before continuing the assault. He thrust twice more, his hips snapping into yours rapid fire, before he stuttered and stilled against you.

As he twitched inside you, you bit down on his shoulder and breathed deeply. You could feel the warmth fill you up, and he hissed into your neck at the pain of your teeth sinking into his skin. "Fuck, (Y/N)." he grumbled.

Pulling out of you, you whined at the empty ache he left behind, but he flopped down beside you with a cheeky grin that had you blushing. "You alright, darling?" he asked, looking at you tenderly, "It wasn't too much was it? You didn't--you didn't use the safe word, but you said you couldn't and I--"

You giggled at his flustered, concerned frown. "It was perfect, Tom. Really." you comforted, and a lazy, dopey smile stretched across his lips as his eyes fell shut. You were both panting, sweaty messes, but he pulled you into his side regardless and held you close. Your head rested on his chest, and you listened to his heartbeat as it slowly came down from its rapid pace.

"So... tea?" Tom asked, and you laughed.

#current mood: reading through my old drafts before losing my sight #well..............yesyesyes #the different dynamic between the same character worked liked a charm on me #read #threc #smut #au:sexwork

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