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learn your place (mob!TH)

Author: marvelouspeterparker

Warnings: spitting, overstimulation, degradation, violence, guns

It was very clear what the dynamic was between you and Tom, and everyone could see it. It was obvious to all of Tom's men that he called the shots, he was in charge. But it was just as clear that Tom would do anything for you if you asked––you were the only one who had power over the boss.

You and Tom were crazy for each other and the both of you together had such a domineering and powerful presence that everyone knew not to mess with you. But although your boyfriend was a man feared by many all across the country, you were the only one who dared to challenge him, aching for it, instead of fearing the consequences.

He adored you nonetheless. He often couldn't stand having to be apart from you, but at the same time, he knew that sometimes he was the only one capable of getting the job done the way he needed––with the necessary amount of precision, skill, ruthlessness required. You and his job were his top two priorities, so he found a way to compromise and take care of both at the same time.

Sometimes, if you were too needy, or if he was craving you, he'd simply bring you with him. Not physically, just in the hands of one of his men, on his phone. Which is what you'd decided to do tonight. He knew that the supposed deal was really a set up, he wasn't easily fooled, he was smart and damn good at his job. Which is why he brought back up, guns, ammo, and everything he ever could have needed.

Before he left, he briefly warned you about what he was walking into, but to be honest he was more focused on the sight in front of him. His fingers were pumping in and out of your tight opening as you lied on the bed for him, your legs spread out as he sat between them. His digits were curling up precisely inside you, pressing against your spot roughly as you bit your lip, your eyes starting to tear up. His free hand was pressing your hip down as his eyes zeroed in on the way you were squeezing around him perfectly. The noises you were making were obscene and loud but they were only turning the both of you on even more.

Tom was fully hard in his trousers, refusing to let you touch him or even look at him. It wasn't supposed to be a punishment, really, but he knew that if he let you even look at him the way you do, your eyes dark, completely focused on him, he wouldn't leave this bedroom. While normally he would do just that, today's job was urgent and he couldn't let his men go in alone, he needed their support just as much as they needed his.

Your hips were straining under his hold as the pressure started to build up for what had to be the fifth time now. You whined lowly in the back of your throat without meaning to and he grinned down at you, his eyes darting up to catch your pathetic, pleading stare. You knew he wouldn't let you tip over the edge––he was being cruel, but he truly didn't see it that way. He knew that in the end, when he came back home, you'd be more than ready for him, sensitive to the slightest of touches that would have you screaming for him as he finally let you release over and over. 

"Can tell you're getting close again, princess. Can feel that cunt tightening around me." He sped up his fingers and you let out a sob, "Just aching for my cock to fill you up, aren't you?"

You knew it was futile to beg––when he had his mind set on something, he was done for, but you also knew that he loved hearing you beg, loved having you at his mercy––and honestly you did too, so you indulged him. "Please Tommy. Please let me cum, fill me with your cock and fuck me hard."

His eyes darkened and his grin faded away, his lips parted as he watched you, his hand sliding up to your neck as he sat up on his knees between your legs, his fingers ruthlessly thrusting into your slippery cunt. "Such a desperate little whore, aren't you? Naughty little thing." He slipped his fingers out of you and rubbed his palm around pussy harshly and he squeezed his fingers around your throat.