⋆ Tomtord Oneshots ⋆

Hate Fucking > Everything Else

hell yeah I finally finished a request!!
I'm sorry this took so long, my motivation died for like twelve years.
Requested By: PureTrashIsLit9

Fair warning, this is some kinky shit. Please do not read if you aren't into this kind of stuff. It's also TordTom so there's that as well.

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Tom was stressed the fuck out.

Work felt like an entirety. It seemed that he could never do anything right, his boss always screaming at him to fix something or for being so inconceivably dumb.

Maybe a regular office job wasn't exactly the place for the edgy Brit, but money was short and he really had no choice.

He let out an annoyed sigh, finally coming home after a day that was pure hell. He walked inside, slamming the door behind him and kicking off his shoes.

The first thing he saw was an all too familiar, idiot Norwegian chilling on the couch. He had one of those porn books in his hands, which he only tore his attention from as Tom walked in the door.

"Evening, Jeho." He hummed. Upon seeing how upset the male appeared, he decided it would be fun to use that to his advantage. "Jesus, who pissed in your cereal?"

Tom slammed his bag down against the floor, shooting the communist a murderous glare. He hated Tord with every fiber of his body. The male somehow had money from some stupid thing he wouldn't tell them about. Tom honestly wouldn't be surprised if he was some kind of drug dealer.

Point is, Tord is a smug bastard who loves to watch him suffer. Perhaps in more ways than one, but that wasn't important right now.

"Shut the fuck up, I'm not in the mood." Tom growled, attempting to walk right past him. If he could end this right now, maybe he wouldn't end up kicking Tord in the balls.

But Tord had other plans. He followed right behind him as he entered the kitchen, throwing his hentai somewhere unimportant.

"Aww, look at you. Drinking away your problems like always." He teased, standing next to him. "You're so pathetic. I wouldn't be surprised if you-"

That was enough to send Tom into a spiral of complete and utter resentment. "I said shut up!" He yelled, letting go of the bottle of vodka he'd just grabbed. He turned around, attempting to sock Tord in the face.

Tord grabbed his fist with ease. Instead of hitting back, he spun Tom around and slammed him against the nearest wall. He smirked. This was exactly what he wanted.

"You know better than to talk to me like that." He whispered. Their faces were mere inches apart, but Tord pushed back further to ensure Tom wouldn't be able to close that gap.

In a matter of seconds, the eyeless male knew where this was going. That tone of voice- fuck. Tord knew he loved it when he talked to him like that. He knew all the little ways to turn him on.

You see, Tom and Tord were basically fuck buddies. Without the 'buddy' part, of course. The two hated each other with a burning passion, or so it seemed.

Tord had made the accidental discovery that Tom was a total masochist. They'd been fighting one time, completely screaming at each other and full on wrestling on the ground. Even Edd was too afraid to break them apart.

But when Tord had looked down, he realized that Tom managed to acquire a raging hard on. And he may have also realized that he was getting significantly turned on, too.

Long story short, they fucked. That led to the confusing, half sexual and half hatred relationship they had. They'd been doing this for so long that it had basically become part of their separate routines.