Sins

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This just turned to Smut while I was writing it... so Smut warning!

I've just sinned...

Edd has sent an attachment

Tord x Tom

I burst out laughing. Edd had some cartoon he was doing, I guess people shipped them...? Upon further inspection, I am not shipped with anyone.

"EDD!" Tom wined. "Of all people!"

"I TOTALLY SHIP IT!" I yelled running out of our room.

"But you're dating me..." Tord says looking at his phone.

"So? I can ship who ever I want to." I stuck out my tung.

"Why aren't you on here?" Tord asked.

"I'm legally dead." I said. "I told Edd not to blow my cover."

"You became more childlike since I left." Tord said wrapping his arm around my neck.

"So?" I said leaning into him.

"Awe you guys are so cute~" Edd said.

Tom muttered a few things and walked past us. I looked at Tord who looked at Toms room with a sense of achievement. Good to know their feud is still happening.

"Will you two ever make up?" I asked.

"Probably not." Tord said grabbing my hand and walking over to the couch.

"You could have just sa-" I began to say before Tord placed me on his lap.

"What was that kitten?"

"Stop calling me kitten." I huffed attempting to get out of his grasps.

"No." he said rubbing his head into my neck.

"How is this not a ship?" Edd laughed. "Get a room you two."

"It's not like we're doing anythin-" I said before Tord nipped my neck.

"T-Tord!" I whined.

"Yes?" He asked with a smirk.

"Screw it, MATT TOM LETS GO SHOPPING!" Edd yelled.

The boys scurried out of the house, leaving me and Tord alone. I blushed really hard and Tord chuckled.

"What's wrong Kitten?" He whispered in my ear. "We have the whole house to ourselves."

"T-They could come back at any-"

He flipped me onto my back, pinning my arms to the side. I blushed deeply. Why all of a sudden? Just why?

"If they come back, it just means more people get to see your beautiful body~" Tord said letting go of my arms to take of his shirt.

He was pinning me down by his knees, blocking one of my legs. I didn't want to move anyway.

He started to kiss me passionately, only breaking to take my shirt off. I blushed and attempted to hide myself, but Tord grabbed my wrists and began to kiss me again.

He slowly moved to my neck, finding the sweet spot. My breath hitched as he found it, and I moaned as he teased it over and over again. His hand slipped into my pants, teasing me through the cloth.

"T-Tord~" I moaned.

"Beg." He said rubbing the spot harder.

"Nnngh." I said squirming. "M-Make me."

"Bad Kitty." He said nipping my neck.

He undid my pants, and his own, letting them hang just above my feet. He took off the cloth, and his boxers, impatiently positioning himself. He sat looking at me, grabbing something off of the couch, and placing it around my wrists.

"I'll ask you one last time before I punish you." He warned. "Beg."

"P-Please f-fuck me..." I wined as he rubbed harder.

"Louder." He commanded.

"Tord for god sakes just-"

He rammed into me, fast and hard, causing me to cry out. He slowed down, seeing if I was alright. I nodded my head and he kissed me softly.

"It's alright (Y/N), it'll stop hurting in a-"

"F-Faster." I blurted. "P-Please."

"Good Kitten." Tord smiled kissing me a bit rougher.

"S-So tight..." he wined.

He sped up, and kept speeding up.

"T-Tord I'm gunna~"

"D-Do it!" Tord said, his thrusts becoming sloppy.

He stopped as I yelled his name, he yelled mine. He kissed me once more and stood up.

"Shower?" He grinned grabbing our cloths.

"Shower." I smiled. "Goddamn everything hurts."

"That good?"

"I guess." I laughed.

"Come on." He said picking me up. "Let's get going."

"Tord I'm still tied-"

"I know." He grinned.

"Tord what are you doing?" I asked as he got some cube out of his sweatshirt pocket.

"Getting a new couch."  He said throwing the cube at the floor while holding me bridal style. He flicked a match, burning the couch. The flames disappeared along with the old couch. "Shower time, don't you think?"









I have sinned. Goddamnit.

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