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WARNINGS: dom!tom, reader!sub, p in v (doggy), teasing, yelling, eating out, hair pulling, spanking
Me and my best friend Jake had gone to a party together, my boyfriend and his brother Bill had also tagged along. It was just a party from a mutual friend, one that threw the biggest and craziest ones.
I wore something kind of skimpy, Tom had given my trouble for it before but I just shut him down, reminding him that I love him and him only and if something happens I won't entertain it.
We walked into the party, counters scattered with bottles of alcohol, random drugs on the floor in little ziplock bags. I picked my drink of the night, settling on pineapple vodka, my favourite.
"What're you drinking?" Jake came up from behind me, resting a hand on my waist, "oh, just my favourite of course, I put in a special order before the party," I giggled, pouring him some shots.
"Lucky, you know he never takes special orders, he must like you," jake smirked, taking a few shots before taking some whiskey. "I don't get how you like vodka, whiskey is way better," he muttered, grabbing a big glass.
"Well, me either," I shrugged, not being able to come up with an excuse. I felt eyes burning at the back of my head and knew it was Tom, I turned around and saw him staring daggers at me, his eyes glazed over with jealously and possession.
I just smlled and blew a kiss, knocking him out of his trance, him doing the same. I sighed and went back to drinking, grabbing Jake and going to the dance floor.
Tom of course followed us, staying eerily close to make sure no one did anything to me. He leaned against a wall with his arms crossed, I just ignored him and started to dance.
"You look so hot y/n," Jake smirked, I chuckled, "oh thanks, you're not so bad yourself," I always took his compliments as a joke, he'd never ever tried to make a move on me so I didn't care what he said.
After a while of dancing and singing along to random songs we went back to the drinking area, grabbing some more drinks and even snatching a joint off of someone.
I lit the joint and pressed it to my lips, sucking in the smoke, passing it over to Jake. "You take that so well," he chuckled, taking a drag from the joint.
I giggled, "yeah I guess so, but fuck..that shit is strong," I took another drag, blowing the smoke in his face. We went back to the dancefloor and started dancing again, I swayed my hips to the music, lost in the moment.
I felt Jakes hands on my hips but didn't think anything of it, focusing on the way I was dancing, I didn't notice that he was grinding on me and attempting to kiss my neck.
I heard heavy, raging footsteps coming towards me, I looked over to see Tom storming over to us, rage in his eyes. "What the fuck?" he yelled over the music, grabbing me and leaving Jake no time to talk back.
