Oneshots by worldoftom [t.h. x female]

Bound To His Feet *

Summary: When Tom starts begging, there's only so much you can do not to give him what he wants.

Words: 1.8k

Warnings: explicit smut, sub!Tom, bondage, teasing, mentions of edging

“No more, no more,” Tom begs, voice barely a whisper. Body contorted on the bed, legs askew, arms on either side of his body, the bonds on his wrists tied up to the bedposts forcing him to stay spread out on the mattress.

“What was that, baby?”

“Please no more.”

Tom looks down at you and the pain mixes with the need, the tangible longing in his eyes, so deep that it’s capable of changing sweet honey into dark chocolate.

“Is there something you want instead?” you ask, kissing the tip of his cock with puckered lips as it twitches in your loose grasp. He’s been so good tonight, staying put and quiet this whole time.

After the scandalous outfits you chose for the day, after wearing his favorite shoes, after driving him crazy all the way through dinner with his family, sometimes by a mere hotter kiss behind closed doors when he least expected it, or by using the whole trick of slipping your foot up his leg making him flush in front of his parents, or even by simply patting his knee while you were all sitting in the living room chatting comfortably. 

He knew what you wanted to do every single one of those times, and he knew he couldn’t do anything to stop it. And of course, he knew what was waiting for him back home. All the strokes of your tongue on his skin, the rubbing of your palms on his ankle under his suit pants leg, the pressure of your fully clothed crotch over his fully naked hips. He knew what was coming. All the teasing and kissing and the edging. Fuck, so much edging.

“I want, fuck, darling,” he says between hitched breaths, his whole body jerking and bending in two, as far as his bound hands and feet allow him, as you lick a long, dragged stroke from root to tip. “I need to fuck you, please, I need it so bad. You can’t keep doing this to me, please, no more, please.”

The words roll out of his tongue in pure despair, his tone becoming more and more whispered with each one until it’s barely a sigh.

“Do you think you deserve it?” you tease, letting go of his cock and kissing up his torso instead. “That I should give you my pussy just because you took your edges so well?” His skin breaks into goose bumps wherever you touch, his sides burning under your hands as you drag your nails across the surface.

“Please, I’ve been so good, darling, haven’t I? Haven’t I?” he moans, hissing and jumbling his words, having to repeat himself when you reach and flick one of his nipples. They’re taut and tense by now, much like every other part of his body.

“I’ll do anything you want,” Tom promises in a faltering tone. “Just, please, just sit on my cock. That’s all I want.”

“Yeah,” you say, “I know,” twirling your tongue around his nipple. Your eyes on his as he looks down at you in a pleading gaze. “You have been good,” you agree, trailing more kisses on his collarbones, up the side of his neck until you reach his eager mouth.

Tom kisses the way he talks, a sweetener’s touch with a trace of plead and obedience.

You rub your hands on his shoulders, feeling them tense, too, feeling them roll under your palm as you massage them to relieve some of the pain.