Can you do 2015 Tom who realizes he has feelings for f!reader and ends up confessing and having sex with f!reader?
crimson and bear as i stand, yours completely.
warnings; language, smut (18+), unhealthy?, p in v.
the wind whipped at your hairâicy cold air causing your nose to go a scarlet red before you felt the presence of another lurking behind you, eating your shadow whole.
the cold street lamp conveniently placed above the bus-stop washed over your already icy-cold skin. you fought back the tears in which had been threatening at your irises for almost the whole night.
tomâwho had been something of a fuck buddy until this momentâhad began yelling at you, screaming and cursing as pure and utter jealousy coursed through his veins. you may have kissed another man, alcohol present within your system as the unfamiliar lips of another, the lips of a man who wasnât tom, had made their way to your own.
you felt a tinge of shame as you continued and kissed back, though you hadnât known why. tomâthe well-renowned fuck-boyâhad done almost the exact same to you on various occasions.
you werenât a couple, far from it. you were anything but monogamous. you enjoyed the chase, the feeling of toms eyes lingering on you as he watched helplessly as you eye-fucked another man, a man that should be him. those were the moments in which you fought back, in which you made him feel how you first felt when he layed the hands which had been on you only nights ago on another woman.
you both were selfishâtoo selfish for one-anotherâenjoying as each of you became somewhat desperate to earn the other ones attention. Â
though tonight, tonight had been different, horribly and irreversibly different. a hickey placed directly on the side of your neck had been almost see-through against your skin. his eyes fell dark, his glazed-over windows seemed too crack. he had enough, snapping as the thought of another man being all over you had consumed his brain.
as you stood still, frozen, awaiting whatever mid-night bus youâd make your escape on, you heard the rough and heavy revving of a carâa familiar car. one youâd known all to well. one which would toot when making a casual appearance Infront of your apartment.
usually, this car would bring you absolute delight to see, though now, you felt the only thing you could do was run. though your legs were glued to the cold concrete beneath you, staring helplessly as the car pulled over to the side of the road.
you couldnât see through the black-tinted windows, knowing that that was the only thing shielding you from, what you presumed to be, the extremely irate man inside.Â
though instead of meeting face to face with an expression of pure disgust, you were met with half-closed eye lids, watery and desperate brown eyes which seemed to instantly drown you in their abyss.
âtom, no!â those words, the words which seemed to fall from your tongue, were what pushed the fountain of tears over your sore eyes and onto your cheeks.
âplease, just listen to me!â he pleaded, slamming the car door behind him as he inched closer to the somewhat petrified girl.
âno, tom. I cant do this anymore.â
âfine! fine, we wont do this anymore.â he waved his hands in the air in an attempt to flash his white card, show his surrender.
âjust⊠get in the car, there arnât any busses.â another plead, another tear dribbling down your cheek.
âif I get it that damn car,â you hiccuped, âIâll never get out.â
youâd been hurt so many times by him, searing pain striking your heart each time he crashed his lips onto another girls. you hated to admit it, could never admit it aloud, but you only reciprocated what you had done to make him feel something, anything, to show he cared about you somehow.
he called your name out into the silent night, following in your footsteps as you could only back away slowly.
âI canât keep doing this, tom.â you held back violent sobs before you felt the strength to back away vanish from your legs, your feet planting themselves on the concrete once again.
you finally faced him, faced those all-consuming eyes which seemed to dance within the street-lights atmosphere.
âI canât watch you be with anyone else but me⊠I need you, more than needing you for sex.â
your jaw almost dropped to the floor, your fists clenching at your sides.
ây-you canât just blurt this out now, tom!â you shouted into the soundless street, now willing to lose any pride you had left.
âI canât fucking stand seeing you with other people.â tom, now only inches away from you, continued his almost slurred confession.
âyou go off and fuck other girls all the time, damnit!â you pushed against his solid chest, somewhat punching his stomach. tom didnât flinch, not a singular muscle was moved from your pitiful attempt at swatting him away.
you were drowning in a title wave of emotion, dejection, confusion, remorse. all emotions in which congregated to your next move.
âI hate you, tom!â you screamed, punching him again, and again, and again, until you felt the heat of another, until you felt the way tomâs large arms wrapped tightly around your neck, restricting any movement you dolefully struggled to make.
âI hate youâŠâ you sobbed into the crevice of his jumper, digits digging into the cotton of his winter jacket as you held back the urge to slap him silly, make him regret the way he fucked you over after all this time.
then, his mouth opened, his breath evaporated into the thin air of the night, his voice fell soft yet subtle beneath his croaky voice.
âI cantâ be without youâŠâ he hummed against you, feeling as your body fell still against his own, your muscles tense in pure shock, your fingers fall fragile against his chest.
âI need youâŠâ your name fell naturally off his tongue.
âbe mine⊠please.â slowly, he let his arms release their possessive grip around you.
âlet meâŠâ he thought wisely about his words, his tongue flipping his lip-ring backward and forward as his brain ran in circles in attempts at understanding his own feelings. he hated how he made you feel, hated how seeing you cry made him feel remorse, feel bad for being all that he knew. he hated how you made him fragile, weak against his will.
âlet me make it up to you⊠please.â tom pleaded, eyes full of sorrow and repentance as he wiped away a singular tear falling from your cheek, his thumb caressing your lower lip.Â
you stared into his eyes, dark, mysterious, yet the most truthful they had ever been, the most telling they would ever be. he was an innocent man in that moment, any guilty crime heâd once committed being washed away with a singular sentence.
âi want to be yours.â his tone was fixed, steady, and almost satisfying to your ears.
and, in only moments, in one singular flash of the street-light, his lips were on yours. soft at first, awaiting the okay to continue from you. though instead of receiving a green light, he was pushed away harshly.
shock painted your face, your eyes wide in pure disbelief at his kiss. he should have known that youâd reject him, he understood why you did, heâd fucked you over on more than multiple occasions.
tom felt stupid, he felt embarrassment, as though being caught between two worlds. one of which protected his character, his pride, and one of which was soft, kind and gentle toward who he felt he could almost say he loved.
though as a singular breath left his open lips, steam escaping his lungs, the air was sucked from him. finally, youâd wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed back, given him the green light.
tom licked your bottom lip, you allowed his entry as he instantly began exploring your mouth, began memorising every nook and cranny that would soon be his own.
then, his hand had scooped you from the floor and lifted you into the air, your legs wrapping around his slim waist before he began walking to his car, your mouths not separating for even a moment.
he lowered you slowly onto the matt black bonnet of the audi, instantly running his hands up and down your thighs before they travelled under your sheer cotton jumper.
you shivered at his cold touch, his digits heated themselves against your ribs until theyâd reached your bra. you almost sighed into his mouth at his touch, at how his hands lingered so delicately across your skin, caressing and cherishing what he hadnât cherished before.
as he planted feverish kisses along your neck, slowly lowering to your collarbone, he felt how your skin began to tingle and turn into goose-flesh. you were cold, freezing even.
he kissed your lips once more, lightly, before retracting his hands from under the jumper, stepping away and out of the opening of your legs.
âback-seat.â he monotoned, head flicking toward the car as he watched you slide off of his bonnet and open the back-door. lucky the car had continued running throughout their yelling-fit, the heater had been producing a somewhat tropical heat which brought instant relief to the your icy-cold skin.
as you shuffled your way into the car, instantly removing your jumper and throwing it to the front seat, he joined you and crawled in-between the crevice of your open legs.
you watched on as tom almost ripped off his own jumper, revealing his tense abs beneath his large clothing. you bit your bottom lip. you needed him, had to have him inside you as if itâd confirm what heâd said outside, lock it in a safe and throw away the key.
without second thought, his lips travelled to your now still ones and his hand travelled to the clip of your bra, un-doing it with one hand. he let the thin layer of fabric fall off your body, then made it join the rest of the clothing which had travelled to the front seats. he instantly began kissing and sucking his purple marks into your skin, planting his territory on what was now his.
you whined against his touch, how his fingers rubbed at your nipple, running circles around it before placing it into his mouth, tongue now delicately lapping as they hardened. Â Â
âplease, tomâŠâ you whined again, this time aching to feel him inside you, to feel how he treated you more gently than he ever had, with more admiration than he ever felt.
and instantly, your demand was met. tomâs hand travelled with haste as he unbuckled the belt of his jeans. you began taking your own pants off, leaving your laced panties on as an invitation to do what he pleased.
tom smirked at the view that played out in front of him, ready to consume your bodyâheâd never get sick of it.
his digits travelled from his pants to your pantiesâif you could even call them thatâand moved them aside before lining himself up with you.
you nodded slowly, eyes begging and pleading for him to fuck you already. staring deeply into your soul, listening to the silent begs your lowered brows made, he instantly rammed into you. you cried out his name, gripping onto his beefy arms as you felt his dick meet with the entry of your uterus.
your head fell against the door handle, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he begun to pump in and out at a slow pace, readying you for his length with each stroke.
âtom⊠faster, please.â you were impatient tonight, knowing youâd earnt to have your voice heard within the relationship after all this time, and heâd gladly oblige.
he quickened his pace, his grip now on your hips as he shoved his entire length inside your aching entrance. you cried out again, nails creating crescents in his arms as his pace became almost animalistic.
the way your bodies began to rub against one-another had your sweat mixing, car turning misty, and the aircon becoming all the more unnecessary. you began stealing the breath from one-another, tongues desperate to dominate, tomâs once again winning over yours and taking ownership.
he groaned into your mouth, having to fall away and place his face within the crevice of your neck. you felt so goodâso good to the point where heâd already began feeling his high seep into his pores.
he hated how he was turned on by your state--the state of your mascara running down your cheeks and your body almost aching at his force. he moaned out your name, pleading with his own body to not pathetically finish so quickly.
though he couldnât help but continue staring at you almost sobbing from pleasure beneath him. you were now his, you were each others. this though sent a shiver down his length, another whine earnt from his lips.
as he towered over you, his muscles aching from holding himself back, his hand flew to the now fogged window of the car, fingers gripping onto the flat surface desperately.
you rapt onto the door-handle of the car, head flung backward as you felt his dick hit each crevice in which no other could meet. no one could ever make you feel as good as tom, and that thought, the thought which used to scare you, was now a comfort.
the way he groaned against your skin sent shivers down your neck, made your guts twist and turn until you felt your toes clench. you cried out his name as he repeatedly hit your favorite spot, the spot deep within you that not even you yourself could reach.
âIâm close, tom!â whining and rolling your eyes backward, he listened to your moans against his ear as you tightened around him, your legs shaking and trembling as you came undone beneath his sweat-silked body.
he growled as he felt himself release within you, his mouth hanging open as his eyes squeezed shut. heâd never finished this fast, not with anyone heâd ever been withânot even with you.
his breath was weak, and under his messy concluding strokes, you couldnât help but notice the small whimpers which snuck through his throat. you smiled as his body collapsed on top of yours, hand slipping down from the window to meet with the back of your hair.
he began massaging at your scalp, fingers knotting and fiddling with your strands of hair as if he was trying to comfort himself, tell himself that he needed this relationship more than any other.
he felt as though he were going crazy.
âhey⊠tom.â your hand travelled to the nape of his neck, thumb massaging the back of his head before you undid his man bun. his locks unravelled onto your bare skin, it was soft and silken, smelling slightly of the cinnamon and sweat.
he pushed himself upward until his eyes met yours, red and practically puffy. the way his hair shaped his sharp jaw made you crack a smileâhe looked like an angel in this light, though you knew youâd be dealing with what seemed to be the devil laterâbut that thought could wait.
he looked so innocent in this moment, so taken-aback by himself. it was as if heâd just seen a version of himself thatâd never been seen before. he wasnât looking in a mirror anymore, but rather looking at his lover.
he smirked at the thought, lips turning upright as he felt his insides begin to flutter with this newfound nervousness. tom felt like a kid again, felt as though he was watching everything from someone elseâs perspective, and that someone had completely possessed him.
âwe will figure it out, but for nowâŠâ you brushed a strand of his long hair behind his red ear.
âfor now, Iâll be yours.â
