Prompts: Naughty girls get spanked/Hmm... no panties?
Warnings: Swearing, spanking, sex, roughness
You sat on the bed in just your black lace underwear as you stared at your news feed with a worried feeling sitting in the pit of your stomach. You shouldn't pay attention to what people say, God knows Tom had said enough times.
"Please, stop reading, whatever it is you're reading." Tom begged as he walked into your hotel room, bedroom.
You sighed nodding. "I am." you answered, your eyes staying on the screen of your laptop.
Tom rolled his eyes before he knelt behind you, reaching over to take your laptop away. "Give it."
"Wait!" you grabbed for it but Tom was taller and stronger than you so it didn't make a difference.
Tom frowned as he looked at your laptop. "What are you even reading?" he asked sitting on the edge of the bed.
You sighed as you sat behind him. "They think I'm plain and boring." you referred to the means comments about your outfit you wore to one of the premieres.
Tom frowned slightly. "Well, we both know you're not. Why are you letting them worry you?" he frowned even more as he read some of the comments.
"Because, they start to go on about me and you- listen... If this is how she dresses, just think how she undresses... Poor Tom, bet his hand is more interesting than her cu-"
"I get it, Y/N." Tom cut you off. He closed your laptop up and placed it on the bed side table before he turned round and placed a soft kiss on your lips. "Sweetheart, forget what they think."
"I'm sorry but, I'm worried that's how you feel." you confessed. "I mean, they are right... I don't exactly go out and do anything daring, do I?" you sighed falling back onto the mattress.
Tom rolled his eyes as he sat against the head board. "And something daring was would be?"
You shrugged. "I dunno, I've never as much as... Gone commando." you answered before you began laughing. "Can you imagine."
Tom grinned nodding. "Yes." he smirked before shaking his his head. "Definitely not. I don't want anyone seeing you like that. Let them think you're plain and boring... Only I get to see the naughty girl inside." Tom grinned as he moved so he was hovering over you.
You raised your eyebrow at him. "So, let's say, I was to go commando one time, what would you do?" you asked biting your lip as your hands threaded into his curly hair.
Tom breathed in as his eyes flicked down to your lips and then your lace covered chest. "Well, naughty girls get spanked." he looked back up to your eyes as he licked his lips. "Don't they?"
You nodded biting you your lip. "Yes, sir."
Tom grinned as he pushed himself off you. "Come on. We need to get a move on if we're to make it on time to dinner."
You sat next to Tom laughing as Robert told a story from filming. You weren't really paying attention to what he was saying but because you were a ball of excitement. You were determined to show you weren't plain and boring, plus Tom had put the idea of being spanked in your head.
"Everything okay?" Tom whispered as he stretched his right arm behind you, his hand rest on your shoulder.
You nodded biting your lip. "Just thinking about those comments from earlier."
Tom sighed. "I told you to forget about them, sweetheart." he frowned.
You nodded grinning. "It's just a little hard to when-" you picked his left hand up and placed it on your bare knee and slowly slid it up your leg. Tom watched silently, not want to draw attention to you. "I feel so free..." you whispered as his fingers brushed the inner of your thigh under your skirt. . "And, a naughty girl." you bit your lip as his knuckles brushed your already soaked folds.
