Cruel World | Tom Cruise 18+
Fantasize series. Previous part here
"On behalf of the organization, i personally would like to thank you all. Your generosity today will be their future tomorrow. Thank you." You close the speech with a genuine smile as the crowd raises to their feet and applause you.
It is that time of the year again, one of the reasons you come home. Your family's charity event. This year, your father decided to have it hold outdoor, at a golf playing field.
"That’s a nice speech,"
You nearly choke on the drink you're sipping. "What the.." You quietly mutter. "Mr Cruise...?!"
He couldn't keep his wide grin seeing your startled reaction.
"Wha-what are you doing here? I thought you left town," you ask.
It has been nearly 3 weeks after that polo match fiasco. The most embarrassing day of your life. You thought you had saved yourself when the next day Tom told your dad he had to leave L.A. for an urgent matter. But now he's here. On the same ground as you, looking absolutely core-shaking with that white polo shirt and casual grey pants.
"I did," he nods as he takes off his aviator. The gaze of that hypnotizing green eyes shot right at your eyes. "But i come back again, had a couple of meetings and workshops in the city, and also, i remembered your father's charity event. Decided to make it last minute," he explains.
"I see.." You try to look away from that piercing green eyes, especially when the sunlight directly hits it.
"Thank you for stopping by then, i hope you enjoy the event," you turn around and chug all of your drink at once. Whether the weather is that hot or you tryna wash away that embarrassment of the reminiscent that passes in your mind.
"So, Y/N... care to company me playing with the stick,"
BEAT. Again and again, you choke on your drink. This time you even cough out the liquid to his white shirt.
What's that? An innuendo? Or did he actually said that in purpose knowing what you did on the first time after you met him.
"Jeez, you alright?" Tom places his palm flat on your back gently as you still manage to breathe properly again.
"I beg your pardon?"
"Stick... i meant golf," he laughs.
You sigh silently. Maybe because you're too embarrassed you're starting to overthink everything.
"Shit..." you curse as you finally realize the mess you have done. There's a big red stain on his white polo shirt. Embarrassing yourself again and again.
"Mr Cruise, I apologize,"
"No, don't worry about it,"
"Let me help you clean that up, please. There's a dressing room at the private lounge,"
"I dont think the stain will go away with a napkin,"
"I'm sure my dad brought a backup shirt.. you're somewhat his size, right?"
"Very well," he finally agrees.
Closing the door behind you, you hope nobody saw you enter the private lounge with Tom or else it would cause a massieve media meltdown.
"Do you think you have a tide stick?" He asks.
"Uh... not that i recall... hold on," you cover the curtains, afraid someone would notice you're here with an A-lister.
When you turn around, he already discards his wet polo. He looks amazingly ravishing. And there again Tom caught you staring.
"You were... going to find me a shirt?" He asks.
"Uh.. yes," you shook your head, trying to wake yourself up and get yourself composed. You run to your father's gym bag and try to see if he has any spare clothing.
After searching to the bottom of the bag, you found one black t-shirt. You stand again, turning to his direction after taking a deep breath to ready yourself meeting that emerald gaze.
"I'm sorry for the accident, I'll dryclean your polo," Tom only replies you with a smile as he come closer to you and take the shirt from your hand. You try your best not to drop your sight at his bare pecks or else you'd be lost fantasizing it. Or worse, the polo match fiasco would happen again here.
The closeness of him makes your lungs burns, suddenly the air feels thick. Whether how hard you try, you couldnt hide the effects he has on you.
"Like what you see, Y/N?" He asks with a one-sided smile.
You chuckle at his tease and bite your lip as you look down. You realized now that he really saw when you touched yourself in the polo match, that's why he's torturing you with all of these teases now.
You take a seat on the couch, leaving a long heavy breath cause God knows your lungs at half capacity since the moment he arrives. "You're quite full of yourself, aren't you?"
Tom laughs at your comeback. "Well, if you're too prideful to admit, but lemme say this," he walks over to you leans down to your right ear and say:
"Dont worry, i found that little scene you caused in the parking lot very hot," he whispers to me before he winks while deeply looking at you.
He stands straight again before taking a few steps away and put on the black t-shirt.
Maybe there's an alcohol in the drink you drank earlier because out of nowhere, all of this courage builds up. Maybe you always had the nerve in you. Maybe it's the passion overpowering you. But you found yourself standing up to face him. Face your fantasy.
"Yeah... and what you gonna do knowing about it?" You smugly ask.
Tom stops for a moment, he looks rather quite surprise to your reply. But he didn't say anything. Tom just smiles as his eyes darkening. He sighs as he cups your chin.
"Anything you fancy, Mr Cruise?" You whisper.
His jaw clenches, inside his mind he's battling his own thoughts. For a slight moment he loses himself, and his thumb grazes along the curves of your lips and slowly parting your lips, you take the moment to bring his finger inside your mouth, gently sucking it in while looking deeply to his green eyes through your thick lashes.
He looks at you like a wolf looking at its prey. You could've shudder at it, but your brattier side wouldn't back down. And he also likes the plot where this is going.
"I'd like to watch you touch yourself again," his heavy voice strikes a vibrate inside of you.
You're surprised at his request.
"Just watch?" You reconfirm.
He nods , then walks backwards, and leans to the drawer behind him.
You chuckle nervously, "You're just gonna stand there gawking?"
He nods again with a devilish smile on his face.
You slowly raise your hand up along your body curves to undo the updo on your hair. It falls gracefully to your shoulder. You drag your hand down again to your breast, cupping, and groping yourself. You slowly pull the hem of your dress up, slowly showing more skin to his wandering eyes. He doesn't move a flinch, only his eyes following your hand movement and back and fort meeting your eyes.
You take off your undergarment tossing it to the side. Slowly, you part your legs, fingers goes inside your mouth to coat it wet. His jaw is stern, looks like his fingers are griping to the edge of the drawer behind him.
And the appearing buldge inside his pants is the proof you have successfully aroused him. You place your fingertip to your clit and rubbing it in small circles in a set slow pace. Your eyes still lock on his face. Watching every bit changes of his expression. The way he looks at you just makes you wetter.
Gradually, you add your pace, your ragged breaths turn into a moan, louder and louder till it delivers to his ears.
Tom still stays where he is. Standing like a statue, only his expression tensing more and more. His skin blushes. The bulding veins in his arms just showing how hard he grips to the edge, holding every last thread of his self-control. The bulge in his center growing till there's no more space in his pants.
"Ohhh!!" You close your eyes, feeling nearly reaching your pinnacle but before you could make your final step to the top of the mountain— "STOP!" All of a sudden, you feel this weight, a hand stopping yours. He's leaning down to you, face stays a couple inches away from you. His breath is just as messy as yours. He's practically panting.
His eyes couldn't hide the fact he also wants you.
You jump first, catching his lips with yours. And he lost it, the fire inside him is too hot to bear. He grabs your face and he kisses you even harder than you ever been kissed before. Exploring inside your mouth with his tongue, biting your lip and back to meeting your tongue with his.
"Mmmm," you hum to the roughness of his play. Falling under his dominance.
One of his hands dropped from your face, groping your breast before finally continuing the work of your finger minutes earlier.
His much larger finger feels so good. The pleasure so intoxicating. Never been this good.
A moan leaves that he swallows. Your fingers grip to the ends of his brunette hair. Your body squirm under his much larger figure.
And yet still the universe must hate you. Because the moment Tom hears a coming giggle from outside, he instantly stops.
His eyes gawking back and fort emptily from you to the door like a deer in headlights. He for sure wasn't in his mind.
"I have to go," he simply said. And he jumps off you and gone before you could say anything.
Your mind still rattles like crazy, so cruel of him leaving you undone.
