Summary: You are attending a meeting of the families with Tom when his rival has the audacity to insinuate something he shouldn’t, challenging the peace agreements that had just been established, Tom has to claim what is his.
Warnings: Slight Dom!Tom, Smut, Thigh Riding, Oral(Fem receiving), Unprotected Sex(Please practice safe sex), chocking(one mention), Cunt Slapping, Fingering, Slight exhobitionism if you squint, Cockwarming, Drinking. I think that is it, if its not I am so sorry.
I have been working on this fic for just about 1 month now and I have to say that it is the best thing I have ever written, its really fucking long and just about the filthiest thing I have ever written and I hope everyone likes it!
As you prepared for the meeting between Tom and his rival Charlie, you thought about how you got to this point in your life, your lip tugged down as you watched your reflection in the mirror making sure that you applied your lipstick to your lips in the most precise manner. You had met Tom some 5 years ago in a coffee shop, he immediately caught your eye and apparently you caught his as well. In the early part of yours and Tom’s relationship, Tom had tried to protect you from his life and all the terrifying people that dwelled in the shadows of it, but that could only last for so long, one night he ended up on your front porch at 3 a.m 6 months into your relationship, dressed in nothing but a hoodie and grey sweatpants. It was that night that it became indisputable that there was something about his life that you knew nothing of. Your thoughts ran through the occurrences of that early morning when the world was asleep and all that mattered was you and Tom. Your mind clouded as you made your way into yours and Tom’s shared bedroom, moving to your closet, hands bunching together a group of dresses that hung together on the rod and bringing them out to your bed, turning to face the large mirrored door. As you began to move through the dresses, trying to see what you felt best in at this moment, your consciousness was still on that couch so many years ago, watching Tom sitting across from you, sipping a cup of mint tea that you brewed for him in silence. You remember that you didn’t want to push him, because for once in the time that you had known him, he seemed lost and frayed at the edges, you feared that your words might unravel the worn cloth of a man sitting in front of you. He spoke first, spilling everything that he had gone through, how he got into the lifestyle because of his father. The Holland’s being a crime family and all, it made sense for the father to pass down the responsibility to his eldest son, you just hadn’t been aware of any of it. He kept talking, explaining how much loss he has experienced since inheriting the weight of being the boss, how he has seen his men die and feared the worst for you, he spoke of the man named Charlie, Tom spoke his name as if it was profanity, with fear and hatred oozing from every letter. Though he didn’t go in-depth that night you knew that Charlie was a man that had caused Tom much pain, one who had failed every attempt at peace and calm between the two families and you would quickly learn this firsthand as well. That night he cried into your shoulder as you sat silent, processing everything your love had just told you but your silence terrified Tom he thought that in sharing the most vulnerable part of him, that he had ended it between you but you wordlessly assured him, cupping his face in your hands, soothing your thumbs over his damp cheeks lips meeting his in a desperate kiss, confirming to him that your heart was still his, and his was still yours, all he could do was ask you not to drop it, your lips worked against his in a way that assured him you never would.
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