#sin tom

What I would give to be in reader's place

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You had never felt something so big in your life. But here it was, buried deep in you. 

Leaning against your back, Tom purred. His hips moved slowly, softly fucking you. 

“You’re taking me so well,” he praised. “Gonna fill you up so good, sweets, I promise.” Tom’s pace picks up, slowly but surely getting harder. 

You claw at the sheets moaning his name. At some point, he starts to lean more on you, effectively trapping you on your stomach. 

The bed hits the wall with each of his thrusts. 

“You’re mine! I’m the only one who will ever be able to please you like this. S’like you were made for me.” Tom nips your shoulder with his teeth. 

Harsher and harsher, Tom cages you in between his arms and you cum, your sheets muffling your cries. 

You feel cum gush into your hole as Tom pounds into you a few more times before stopping. “Doing good, honey,” he mummers into your hair. He turns your head to face him and kisses you before he starts moving again.

Hi welcome! I love this idea so much it literally makes me go 💖❣.

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“Aren’t I much better at this, beloved?” 

The sound of skin slapping together fills the room. It’s nearly all that’s filled your room for a long while now, aside from the occasional comment from either of them. And your wailing. 

They were both good. You were practically liquid at this point, becoming one with your bed. Tom and Tord dragged countless orgasms out of you, over and over. Neither satisfied with not being the last inside you. 

No matter how many times they unraveled you, they fought to do it again. Pulling the other off of you to try again and pound you into your mattress. 

“Tord, please!” you wail. “It’s too much!” You claw at his back, the familiar heat bubbling up in your lower half. 

Tom rips Tord off of you and takes his place. 

You whine. It was too much and at the same time, not enough. You want to cum again, finish what Tord started. Your hole feels empty. 

“You’re clearly not if she hasn’t cum yet.” Tom slides into you, turning his attention away from Tord. He cups your face and leans down to feverishly kiss your face. “You’d pick me, wouldn't you?” he mummers. “I’ll help you finish instead of chasing my own.” 

You grasp his hands and gasp, writhing beneath him. It doesn’t take much for you to cum. You wrap your legs around his waist. “Tom!” you repeat over and over. It’s all you can while he fucks you nice and hard. 

“She was almost there with me, asshole!” Tord hisses. “She would have cum on my dick just fine, wouldn’t you have, sweetheart?” His tone turns soft with you. 

The look on Tord’s face has you clenching around Tom hard. Coherent words refuse to leave your mouth but Tord doesn’t seem to mind. He watches you come undone, rage clouding his eyes for a moment when his eyes flicker towards Tom.

No sometimes after I watch the end his voice sticks with me 😭. Imagine him saying specific things.

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Honestly, he loves how warm your face feels. He hadn’t even done anything to you yet. Well, besides pinning you against the wall and kissing your neck. Oh, how he couldn’t wait to hear every sound you make. Thinking of being your first made him ache in his pants, the burning desire to take good care of you stuck in his mind.

Slowly, Tom presses his knee to your crotch, firmly grinding into you.

You gasp, hips pressing against him.

Your skin feels even warmer against his,

“Does that feel good?” 

“It does.”

Tom’s stomach flips. Your voice shook. He presses his knee harder and sucks your neck. His cock aches to be free of his pants but he can be patient. Even though he wanted to do nothing more than to pull your pants down and sink into you, fucking you into the wall, he had to be patient. 

Your first time deserved to be a sweet thing to remember. Especially since you’ve never even touched yourself. When he heard that, how could he not think of giving you release? You deserve every ounce of pleasure he could give you. 

‘Tom,” you plead. “I need more.” 

He pulls away from your neck to stare at your face. 

“Tell me what you want me to do, hon. I’ll do anything you desire.” 

The look on your face was something he’d burn into his memory. He had no doubt your face was probably even hotter, embarrassed from what he desired of you. 

If you had nothing to say, then he’d just sink to his knees and taste you. 

“Touch me,” you order. 

Tom sank to his knees anyway. With that thought popping into his mind, it was too good not to do. Besides, this was touching you. It was still what you wanted. 

He pulls your pants down and leans in to kiss your thighs. 

“Spread your legs.” 

You comply and he notes that your legs are slightly shaking. Slowly, he makes his way to your center. A trail of hickeys lines both your thighs. Later he’ll take a picture. For now, he flattens his tongue against your hole and licks a line up to the area above. The sounds escaping your mouth are divine and he needs to hear more. Finally he tugs your underwear down and dives in.