So maybe your life is in shambles and you run away to London to get your head straight. Sure, you don't really have a plan but the Universe does, and before you know it, some kid from Kingston has completely turned your world upside and your body i...
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"Has that happened to you before?" you asked, still bracing yourself against the door. "Not exactly," Tom replied. "They're at my house, Tom," you said getting a little annoyed at how cool and collected he was. Like, why did you always have to be the one in hysterics? "They know where I live." "Yeah, I don't know how they found that out." He said, walking over to you. He stroked your arms, softly trying to calm you. "That really freaked you out," he said. It was more of a statement than a question. He should know the answer already. You've always valued your privacy. You wrapped it around you like a warm blanket. And this was just a taste of what's to come? "I don't know if I'm cut out for this," you said shaking your head. Tom let go of you and stepped back, crossing his arms. His brow was furrowed but it didn't look much like concern anymore. He looked annoyed too. "Is this where you walk away again?" Tom asked, shooting you a shitty look. You frowned at him then rolled your eyes, walking down the hall. "Yes," you shouted behind you, "walking away to the shower," and slammed the door behind you.
After a bit of shower therapy to mull things over, you knew you needed to apologize to Tom. It's not his fault that these things happen. Sure, he's the cause of it, but it's not his fault. You can't take your shit out on him. Still, it's all so bizarre to you. How will that ever become the norm? Will you have to be so careful with everything you do together? Also, what the fuck is a Fifth Harmony?
You opened the bathroom door, steam billowing into the bedroom. Thankfully, Tom was still there, stretched out on your bed, playing with his phone. He looked up at you in your towel and smiled. The riding crop lay next to him. That thing hadn't left his side since the stables.
"Better?" he asked, his eyes lingered on the spot where your towel was tucked right in your cleavage.
You sighed and leaned against the doorframe. "Sorry," you gave an apologetic smile, "I know it's not your fault."
He hopped off the bed and walked over to you, "I'm sorry too. I need to remember that I'm a little more practiced at this than you. Only a little, though.
He reached a hand out and pulled you closer to him.
"I love you," you said once he had his arms around you.
"I know," he answered and kissed you longingly, his hand finding its way under your towel.
"Tom..."
"Hm?" he lips ran down your neck and to your shoulder. His fingers brushed softly against your skin, moving from waist to thigh to...
"I have to be at work in an hour," you said, trying to compose yourself but his hand was teasing you so sweetly and suddenly your body was aching for him.
"Plenty of time," he murmured, his lips still kissing your neck. He took little nips and growled in between. He knew exactly what he was doing.
"You're going to make me dirty again," you purred, no longer putting up a fight because how could you say 'no' to him? I mean, really.
"You're always going to be dirty, Y/N," and the way he said your name sent chills up your spine.
Tom slipped a finger inside of you, then two and yanked your towel off you. It dropped to the floor and he kicked it aside then pushed you against the doorframe, kissing you ravenously while his fingers played you like an instrument, in and out and up and down.
Your legs started to shake and you thought you might stumble. You quickly pushed him towards the bed, ready to take him, but he turned and you fell on your back instead.
"Easy, Tiger," you said, the wind nearly knocked out of you, but before you could say anything further his head was already buried between your legs and you were left still trying to catch your breath.
Everything he was doing to you felt incredible. You didn't even have to give him any orders. You probably couldn't speak anyway. All you could do was run your fingers through those thick fucking curls and try not to suffocate the boy.
"Stop...Tiger," you gasped. You were so close and just wanted him inside of you. You reached for the crop and smacked him lightly against his back. But he wasn't stopping, and suddenly his tongue was moving faster, his fingers going deeper and your breathing getting heavier.
You couldn't hold it any longer and finally your whole body erupted in absolute pleasure, your nails digging into his scalp. Tom planted a few kisses on your inner thigh then surfaced, wiping his chin and smirked at you. You clearly needed a moment. He clearly enjoyed that he could take you there. He leaned over and quickly kissed you before swaggering down the hall. Your eyes followed him. They were really the only part of your body that could move right now.
"Have a lovely evening at work, darling," he called then shut the door behind him, while you laid there, stark naked and panting, thanking whatever girl that came before you who taught him to do that.
