I read your blog to see what themes you’re not comfortable with doing, but I didn’t see it. I was wondering if you could write a tom kaulitz x Female reader smut where he wants reader to sit on his face? I didn’t know if you write for this or not.
SOMETHING NEW - TOM KAULITZ
girlfriend!reader x boyfriend!tom kaulitz
word count: 536
contents: 18+, fluff
The room was illuminated only by a small bedside lamp. The bedsheets were rumpled and askew, some of the pillows even laying on the floor. Tom sat across from you on the bed. His chest was bare as he only sat in his boxers. His clothes lay discarded on the floor beside yours.
Your back was pressed against the headboard, the cool wood sending a chill up your back. The evening had barely begun but it was already at a standstill. Tom wanted to try something “ new ”. At first you listened, you heard him out, but the whole idea had you nervous. He wanted you to sit on his face. Only recently you had let Tom go down on you. You liked it, but it was still too new to love it.
“ Baby please, it’s the same thing, just a different position. ”
You sat quiet, silently weighing the pros and cons in your head. After a few moments you broke through the silence.
“ What if I squish you? ”
“ Squish? ” Tom’s brow furrowed as he attempted to translate the word. After another few moments of silence he had placed the word. “ Zermatschen? ” { Squish? }
“ Ja.. ” { Yes.. }
Tom’s lips slipped into a grin, his eyes crinkling at the corners. He fell into himself laughing, the idea was apparently hilarious to him.
“ Das ist nicht lustig! ” { It’s not funny! }
Tom couldn’t bay his laughter, his shoulders and body shaking.
“ Ja, das ist es. ” { Yes, it is. ” }
You sat back with a soft huff, pulling the blankets over yourself.
“ Baby, don’t act like that. ”
He plopped down beside you, pressing tiny kisses to your shoulder. His hand rose, tugging down the blankets.
“ You’re not going to squish me, I’m strong, I’ll keep you up. ”
Slowly you gave in, turning over to face him.
“ You swear? ”
“ I swear. ”
You gave a small nod before sitting back up.
Tom reached out, gently tugging down your panties. He haphazardly tossed them onto the floor before moving in between your thighs. His lips pressed gently up your thighs, trailing closer and closer to your core. He placed a gentle kiss to your core, his tongue coming out to part your folds. He dragged his tongue up, his lips finding your clit. His fingers dug into your thighs as he held you against the mattress. Your moans filled the bedroom, your hands pulling weakly at the sheets.
As pleasure clouded your mind Tom quickly flipped you on top of him. A startled gasp left your lips at your new position. Your thighs were straddling Tom’s head, his fingers digging into your thighs. He tugged you down further until you were sat firmly on his face. He guided your movements slowly, rocking your hips against his face. His tongue pushed upwards, pushing inside you. It was like nothing you’d ever felt, all of it felt too much and perfect all at once.
Your eyes squeezed shut a loud moan piercing through the quiet in your room. Wetness soaked Tom’s face as he laid under you. Slowly he lifted you off him, sitting you beside him on the bed. Tom slowly sat up, his face glistening in the light. He had a big grin across his lips, completely satisfied with himself.
hihiiii eeekkkk it’s been like a year since I requested something but 2010 Tom x f!reader, like him fucking the shit Outta her sooo baddd to the point where she can’t even speak and she’s so fucked out!
Too much. ♡
2010 Tom Kaulitz x f!reader
Summary: the req:3
Warnings: Smut, like I mean it, sough rex, dumbification, hard-dom tom, sub reader, porn without plot, squirting, subspace? dacryphillia, probably etc.
A/N: ANON THIS REQ IS SO GUTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT
edit: god looking at this fic nearly a year later makes me cry of nostalgia uhh anyways how r u guys
You don’t even remember how you got into this situation. Well, at this point. What is being implied is that you were basically being fucked absolutely dumb by your boyfriend, to the point where you couldn’t even think straight, hell, you couldn’t even remember your own name, the only thing that was on your mind was Tom and how his dick deliciously pounded your oversensitive puss.
“Tell me, schatzi..” He spoke in the middle of dicking you the fuck down, grabbing your legs and raising them up in the air in order to hit deeper, obsessed with you your pussy felt squeezing his big dick so tight.
“Who do you belong to?” He asked, though he knew the answer damn well. His cocky ass just wanted to hear you say it.
“I belong to- I- uh- I-” you tried so hard to think, wanting to be good for him.
“Come one baby, you can do it. I don’t need to punish you, do I?” He cooed.
“I-I belong to y-you..” you attempted to answer, he smirked down at you. He absolutely loved it when you were like this. He sometimes feels guilty about how much he loves it, but he just can’t help it when you looked so cute under him, shaking, overstimulated, all dumb, probably sent into subspace, he just absolutely adored it.
You were close, but this orgasm felt different. Very different from your previous ones in fact. You just couldn’t describe it.
“I-I-” “are y’gonna cum, baby?” he asked sweetly, though again, he was absolutely dicking you the fuck down. But yes, yes you were going to cum.
“T-Tommy-” “It’s okay baby, cum for me.” he interrupted, you were trying to tell him that this orgasm wasn’t going to be like the others. And soon enough, you came with a loud cry. And as you suspected the orgasm didn’t feel right, you were correct. Instead of there being a white ring around his base, you had squirted all over his crotch area. His eyes widened as he saw this happen, and you thought you did something wrong. Little did silly little you know he found that so hot.
the tour bus smelled like fries, body spray, and boy. definitely boy.
you were too girly for this. like, painfully too girly. hair masks, scented lotion, color-coded outfits levels of girly.
so being stuck on a cramped, loud, fast-food-scented tour bus with four teenage boys — including one who proudly used AXE as cologne and thought showering was a personality trait — was not your idea of fun.
the boys were already devouring greasy burgers, fries in hand, drinks sloshing around on the tiny table. you sat in the corner of the booth with your salad perched carefully on your lap, legs crossed, mentally begging no one to spill ketchup on your white hoodie.
tom had his arm lazily slung around your waist, pulling you into his side like you were his personal armrest. his hoodie sleeve grazed your hip as he stuffed a fry into his mouth.
across from you, bill was balancing his food on his knees, chewing loudly and already mid-rant.
“i swear, if we have to do one more radio interview with a guy who asks us if we’re twins, i’m gonna fake a language barrier and just start speaking french.”
“you don’t know french.” gustav mumbled through a mouthful of burger.
“exactly,” bill said, “that’s the point.”
georg snorted. “you could just say ‘yes’ and move on like a normal person.”
boll rolled his eyes. “where’s the drama in that?”
you smiled, poking at your salad while munching on a few fries. you hadn’t touched them all, and, right on cue—
“are you gonna eat those?” tom asked, already reaching.
you shrugged, amused. “go ahead.”
he immediately grabbed the rest and tossed a few into his mouth like he was starving, even though he’d already inhaled his burger five minutes ago. he looked smug.
“see?” he said with a full mouth, “this is why having a girlfriend is great.”
“this is why?” you raised a brow.
“well—” he smirked leaning in, “this and all the other stuff i’m not allowed to talk about in front of them.”
“tom.” bill groaned, tossing a napkin at him.
you elbowed him lightly, and he chuckled — then immediately tried to slide his hand up your side. you caught it just before it reached your chest and slapped it away with a look.
“nice try.”
tom pouted dramatically. “what? i’m just checking if she’s still there.”
“you’re being twelve.” you muttered shaking your head at him.
“i’m being in love.” he said in a fake-soft voice, fluttering his lashes.
you rolled your eyes, but the corners of your mouth tugged upward anyway.
georg rolled his eyes. “can you not harass your girlfriend for five minutes?”
“jealous.” tom said through another fry.
a second later, he leaned back against the booth cushion, sighed loudly — then let out a casual burp.
bill immediately followed with one of his own.
“classy.” you deadpanned.
“was that a challenge?” georg asked, already grinning.
“no!” you said firmly, “no battles. no competitions. we are eating.”
“too late.” gustav muttered.
“honestly,” tom said, mouth still half-full, “if you’re gonna date a rockstar, you gotta accept what comes with it.”
“i do,” you said, stealing one of his fries now, “i just don’t encourage it.”
tom gave you a crooked smile and then, with zero shame, burped again — quieter this time — and settled back into the seat. he adjusted the way you sat, tugging you closer until your back was pressed against his chest, his arms snug around your waist.
you felt him relax behind you. his chin dropped to your shoulder, lips brushing the side of your neck for a second — surprisingly gentle. he didn’t say anything, but he didn’t need to.
he smelled like fries and shampoo, and maybe a little like smoke. you reached down to hold one of his hands resting on your stomach, and he instinctively curled his fingers through yours.
for a guy who had no idea what he was doing half the time, he had a weirdly perfect way of making you feel like he was trying just for you.
“hey.” he whispered low enough so the others didn’t catch it.
you turned your head slightly. “yeah?”
he kissed your cheek. “thanks for not making me be… like, a different guy.”
you smiled, leaning your head against his. “just don’t grope me in front of your brother and we’re good.”
“no promises.” he murmured, grinning into your skin.
you laughed, shaking your head, and snuggled back into his chest.
tour bus chaos or not — you wouldn’t trade it for anything. truth was, you hated the mess, the noise, the mystery stains on the cushions. but you loved that tom always saved the best fries for you. hell, you even loved when he stole them. you loved that he pulled you into his side even when there was no space. that no matter how chaotic the boys were, he always made sure you felt like his girl — not just a guest tagging along.
—
it was quiet now.
bill had gone to his bunk, headphones in, probably humming something he’d write lyrics to at 2 a.m. georg and gustav had passed out without saying goodnight, empty soda cans still on the little table.
and Tom…
he was lying next to you in the narrow bunk you shared sometimes when the motion of the bus didn’t bother him. his arm was draped across your waist, just like it had been earlier — only this time, it wasn’t playful. just still. comforting.
the small nightlight above the hallway was barely enough to see his face, but you could feel his breath on your neck, slow and steady. he hadn’t said much since you both crawled in.
you turned your head slightly toward him. “you okay?”
he nodded, his nose brushing your shoulder. “yeah.”
silence. a long beat.
then:
“i think i suck at this.”
you blinked, shifting slightly so you could face him better. “at what?”
“relationships.” his voice was quiet — not like he was embarrassed, just honest. “at being a boyfriend.”
you frowned, brushing his dreadlocks gently off his cheek. “tom…”
“i mean it,” he said, looking down at where his fingers were idly tracing circles on your arm, “before you… i didn’t do any of this. like—trying. or caring if someone got mad. or staying in the same bed all night. that wasn’t me.”
you smiled softly. “i know.”
he glanced up at you. “and now it’s like… i don’t know what the hell i’m doing half the time. i say stupid things. i forget to call back. i accidentally grab your boob in front of my brother—”
you snorted. “accidentally, huh?”
he smirked. “okay, not that one.”
then his face softened again. like something fragile was balancing behind his grin.
“but i think about you all the time,” he admitted, quieter now, “like when i hear a new song, or when i eat something good, or when i see something on the road i know you’d laugh at. i’m not good at saying all the nice things. but i think them. all the time.”
your heart tightened in your chest — that good kind of ache. the kind that meant you’d peeled back another layer of him. one he didn’t even realize he was hiding.
“you’re doing just fine, tom,” you whispered, reaching up to cup his face, “better than fine.”
he looked at you for a long second. then he leaned in and kissed you, slow and warm — not like the cocky kisses he gave in front of others. this one was private. Gentle. a little unsure.
when he pulled away, he tucked your head under his chin, burying his hand in your hair.
“you know you’ve ruined me, right?” he mumbled into your hair.
“you say that like it’s a bad thing.”
he chuckled softly. “it’s not.”
and in that tiny bunk, the world outside didn’t matter. not the noise, not the flashing cameras, not the chaos that always followed him. just this moment. just him, and you — and all the soft, quiet love he didn’t know how to show… but was learning to.
with you.
and maybe, just maybe, you didn’t mind being a little out of place… if it meant ending the day with him wrapped around you like that.
i don’t know if your request are open but i just wanna ask, can you do a headcanon of tom x model!reader. like the readers on vogue or she models for lingerie
ᡣ𐭩 TOM WITH A MODEL GIRLFRIEND
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omg i love this requesttt 😭 i hope you like it! and sorry for disappearing but school is slowly killing me 😻💕
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oh boy he's OBSESSED with you
always buying your magazines
would hang up posters of you on his wall
loves to attend your catwalks and is the loudest in the crowd for you
he pretty much doesn't pay attention to the other models, he's just waiting for you
he's literally Dylan Sprouse (iykyk, a whole ass green forest)
istg he would look at you like this
he's would uhm...please himself with pictures of you...
LOVES to take photos of you
and also likes to exchange photos 😀iykwim (freaky ahh)
let's just say he's very pleased with your body type since you're a model and he's really into curves and stuff like that (idk how to word it but if you've seen some of his interviews you probably understand)
makes sure everyone knows you're his
you have a lot of public appeal so he's both jealous and worried people would go too far
makes sure you don't turn your job into something toxic
LOVES when you model for lingerie, but only when he gets the photos lmfao
he's kind of jealous ofc
likes to surprise and visit you during fittings and photoshoots
obviously you also attend a bunch of his concerts, and he's more than happy to see you in the crowd
always locking eyes and getting nervous/shy to the point he has to look away and focus on his guitar 🤭
Bill obviously likes to tease him with: "excuse my brother, he's very busy looking in that particular direction!"
loves when you run backstage into his arms after (especially because you don't care if he's as sweaty as a dog)
I'd say his pda level is a 6-7/10, but if he's a little jealous (doesn't matter the reason) he's a solid 8-9/10
In his eyes you're the goddess of beauty (which you are pookie! 🤭💞)
Since he's so obsessed with you, he probably makes sure to please you most in bed
he's not really into dirty talking, but he definitely gives you some words of appreciation like "you're so fucking pretty", "you're perfect", "i'm so lucky", "this is all for me, right?"
Because of tour and different schedules, sometimes you're apart for a long time. But he never misses a chance to call and Skype you whenever he can!
he's so proud that you're his girl
Flirts with you 24/7
He would remind you everyday not to listen to the obsessed fans who give you hate for being his girlfriend
He would do the thumb thingy when holding hands or cuddling
He would flip off the paparazzi if he catches them say something mean to/about you
sometimes he would disapprove of your dresses/clothes if they're too revealing
2010!Tom and fem!reader are enemies, they have been for years (as long as they've known each other) and one day they're fighting as usual but they both go too far and it ended in violence. they don't speak for about a week and it doesn't effect either of them, but one night tom randomly has a wet dream about her. he can't tell anyone but that dream brings new feelings alive and everytime he sees her or she's mentioned it turns him on.. finally they talk again, its an angry interaction but there’s a lot of physical touching and he has her in sexually suggestive positions (like pinned against the wall, face inches from hers, etc) finally he accidentally says he has feelings and it ends in them yk :33
I HOPE THAT MAKES SENSE?! I TRUST YOU WILL EXECUTE THIS BEAUTIFULLY AS ALWAYS
Fierce Flames of Rivalry
PAIRINGS: Tom 2010 x Female reader
CONTENT: ANGST + SMUT + FLUFF (tiny bit)
SYPNOSIS: Tom and Y/N are enemies, they've hated each other for years. At a party, Tom steals shots from Y/N and her friends, causing a brawl to happen. After a particularly vivid wet dream, feelings he never knew he had for Y/N started to surface, he couldn't keep her out of his mind..
A/N: IM BACK AGAINDJDSFSD
SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG TO COME OUT I LOVE U ANON
divider creds: @bbyg4rlhelps
WARNINGS: dom!tom, sub!reader, p in v (missionary), eating out, violence, lots of yelling, blood mentions (not a lot)
Me and Tom had hated each other for YEARS. For as long as I knew him I fucking despised him. We argued over the stupidest things, we got annoyed at each other for the slightest things. Everyone around us knew us as enemies, knowing we'd explode at each other. They found it funny, cute almost, my friends always shipped us, said we were perfect for each other.
I always disagreed, but in the back of my mind...the possibility hung, beckoning me almost to give it a try..
One day we were both at the same party, I was with my girlfriends, dancing and having fun. We gravitated towards the kitchen island where all the drinks were, bottles of hard liquor scattered.
Tom and his crew stood at the end of the island, he was nursing a beer, his shirt dishevelled, showing a slight glimpse of his toned chest. He stared at me through blazing eyes, as if I was the worst person on earth.
I poured my friends some shots, shouting and celebrating. Tom stalked over with his friends and grabbed the shots from my hands, downing them himself. His friends laughed alongside him as if he was the funniest guy ever for pulling this immature shit. He then turned to me with a smirk, his piercing gaze cold and challenging.
"Oops.." he pouted mockingly, my girlfriends gasped behind me in outrage, murmuring angrily. He tried to walk past me but I blocked him with my shoulder, "oh you think that's funny huh? You're a fucking comedian?" I mocked, eyeing him up and down.
He caught himself, staring at me for a moment. His expression darkened almost immediately, jaw clenching. "Move out of the fucking way.." he growled, towering over me menacingly.
"Cmon..it's not worth it.." one of my girlfriends said, grabbing my shoulder. I quickly shoved her hand off, "no, this piece of shit needs to be taught a fucking lesson, you can't fuck with me and think you can fucking get away with it.." I said, staring at him the whole time.
His eyes narrowed dangerously as he watched me stand my ground, his friends falling silent behind him. A cruel smirk slowly spread across his face as if he found my defiance amusing. "Oh yeah, princess? And..tell me, enlighten me on how you're planning to teach me this so called lesson?" he challenged, stepping closer intentionally, thinking he was scaring me with his height.
"Look at little miss high and mighty..aww, trying to act tough. What are you gonna do, hit me? Slap me like a little bitch?" he chuckled mockingly, deliberately invading my personal space. "Come on then, try it.." he chuckled and looked at his friends behind him, pointing to me as if I was beneath him.
Before he could react, I drew my hand back and punched him in his jaw, hard. The room instantly fell silent, his friends stopped laughing instantly. He staggered back slightly from the impact, his hand immediately going to his jaw, a red mark already forming from where my knuckled connected.
"What..gonna cry? Don't challenge someone if you don't know their strength, princess.." I used the name to degrade him, just as he did with me. His face turned red with rage and..embarrassment..? No one had ever hit him before, especially not a woman. He took his jacket off angrily and threw it aside. His voice was low and deadly when he spoke, "you just made a huge fucking mistake.." he growled.
We started screaming at each other, fighting over the shot incident. "You're a fucking bitch!" he shouted, running his hand through his braids, blood tricking from the corner of his mouth. Even in a heat of rage I could admit seeing him like this was kinda...hot.
"Fucking bitch...what he hell makes you think you can just.." he was seething with anger, his typically controlled demeanour crumbling. Without warning he grabbed my wrist forcefully, "you wanna fucking punch me? HUH?!" he yelled in my face. His friends behind him cheered him on, egging him on to 'teach me a lesson'. He gripped my wrist tighter and pulled me closer, I squirmed in his grip and kept screaming in his face.
I clawed at him, everything felt like it went in slow motion. We both went at each other, becoming a blur of fists, hair pulling and harsh words. Toms shirt was torn, his lip was bleeding and he had scratches down his face from my long nails.
I wasn't faring much better, my dress was ripped and my hair was messy, and I had red marks on my cheek. Everyone realized how serious it was getting, one of the hosts grabbed me roughly and his friend grabbed him too, trying to break us up. "NO! LET ME AT THAT MOTHERFUCKER!" I struggled against the guys grip.
Tom was equally enraged, struggling against his friends hold, "FUCK! LET ME GO! I'M GONNA FUCKING KILL HER!" he managed to break free momentarily, lunging at me again. The host holding me had to pin my arms behind my back to stop me from hitting him back.
His friend managed to grab him again, forcing him to sit down and chill. I screamed a few more insults before giving up. Tom was breathing heavily, his chest heaving with anger as his friends gave him some water, talking to him, trying to bring him back but all he could focus on was me.
The room was fucking chaos, broken glass and torn pieces of our clothes everywhere. People were shouting, and the music had been turned off completely. My friends rushed to my aid, the host scolded tom, "what the hell is wrong with the both of you?! You could've ruined this whole fucking party over some stupid argument!" Tom just scowled, not saying a word. The host sighed heavily and stormed off, turning the music back on and screaming for everyone to continue partying.
A week had passed and the tension between us was palpable. In class I would catch him glaring at me from across the room. This was the longest we had gone without fighting and everyone was surprised and shocked to say the least. But it didn't affect either of us, we were glad not to talk to each other, we did in fact hate each other.
One night as Tom slept in bed, images of me haunted him in his dreams. Tom woke up with a start, his head racing and the sheets beneath him damp. The dream had been intense, we were back at the party but instead of fighting we were kissing passionately, and he was fucking me against the wall.
His hand was still gripping the sheets tightly, his dick painfully hard. "...Fuck.." he muttered to himself. While Tom had dreamt about shoving you against walls and fighting you one minute, the next minute he would dream about pushing you onto his bed and fucking you senseless. He didn't understand these new feelings..he was confused. One minute he hated you, then the next he wanted to kiss you and hold you..fucking you until you screamed his name.
For the next few days, everytime he saw me his heart would race and he'd almost get a slight flush on his face. I caught him throughout the week staring at me and when I caught him, his eyes wouldn't go cold and he wouldn't glare at me, they would just widen and he would turn away quickly. "Strange.." I thought, turning back to do my work.
Tom realized that everytime he saw me laugh or bend over to pick up my books, his pants would feel tighter. He would find himself staring ar your lips when you talked, or watching your ass as you walked up the stairs. He seemed to be everywhere I was.
He finally had enough, he showed up at my apartment, his fist pounding angrily against the wood. He was confused, frustrated and horny as hell. The dreams and unwanted thoughts had pushed him to his breaking point. When I cracked the door open slightly he didn't give me a chance to speak.
He pushed the door open, speaking up, "we need to talk.." he muttered impatiently, his eyes meeting mine. I scoffed and stepped aside, letting him inside. "You're so fucking stubborn, you know? You act like I'm the problem when you're just as bad!" he turned around, his words like venom.
My eyes widened in surprise, "are you fucking kidding me? You really wanna fucking show up and start accusing me of all this shit? You're the fucking problem, you always get on my fucking nerves!" I screamed at him, stalking closer. I pointed a finger at him angrily, "you're such a manipulative asshole.." our eyes locked, the fire igniting, roaring, begging to be set free.
He stepped closer, his voice rising to match mine. "I'm the fucking problem?! YOU'RE ALWAYS FUCKING PUSHING MY BUTTONS! You think I like this?! I hate you!" his chest was heaving, his face flushed with anger and something else..something he couldn't quite understand.
As we screamed at each other some more he slowly backed me up against the wall. He finally snapped, my backed slammed against the wall as he pushed his body against mine, smashing his lips into mine.
He bit my bottom lip, making me gasp and giving him the perfect opportunity to slide his tongue into my mouth. My hands fisted his shirt, pushing him away one second but then pulling him closer the next.
Between kisses his snarled against my lips, "I fucking hate you.." he grabbed a handful of my hair, tugging hard as he mauled at my neck. "You're annoying, you're stubborn, you're fucking beautiful and I can't stop thinking about you!" he panted, "I hate that you're so hot when you're mad..I hate that I like fighting with you..god I hate that I like you so much.." he accidently confessed his feelings.
When he realized his eyes widened and he stuttered trying to save his ass, "shut up..shut up and kiss me again," I growled. He didn't need to be told twice. His lips crashed back onto mine, harder this time. He pushed his body against mine against, letting me feel how much he wanted me. He was angry, frustrated and horny, he wanted you to know it all.
He suddenly lifted me up, his hands gripping my ass as he walked over to my bedroom. He threw me onto the bed and crawled up my body, his hands were rough and hurried as he pulled off my shirt, practically ripping off my bra along with it. Then he took off his own.
He kissed me aggressively while unbuttoning my jeans, pushing them down my legs along with my underwear. He hoisted my legs over his shoulder and he immediately dived down.
His tongue attached onto my clit, working relentlessly. I moaned loudly, sliding my hand down and gripping onto his braids. He licked and sucked with a ferocity that matched his anger and desire. He gripped my thighs tightly, spreading me wider as he buried his face between my legs. His moans vibrated against my sensitive flesh, making me squirm and gasp.
Loud, desperate moans left my mouth as I threw my head back in pleasure. He lapped at me hungrily, tasting my arousal. He slid to fingers deep inside me, fucking me with them roughly. He growled, the sound muffled against my pussy. He looked up at me, watching me fall apart under his touch.
He hit every spot as he curled his fingers inside me, making me see stars. His tongue circled my clit in tightly circles while his fingers pumped in and out of me rapidly. He could feel me getting closer, could hear the needy sounds escaping my lips. "Oh tom..." I whimpered, tugging at his braids tighter. "Keep going, holy shit it's so good!" I begged, "cum on my tongue baby.." he smirked.
He lifted his head just enough to speak against my sensitive flesh, his fingers still moving inside me. "Shit..you taste so fucking good..I could eat this pussy all day and night." His dirty talk only intensified as he went back down, sucking harder on my clit.
"Look at how wet you are for me..your pussy is soaking my fingers and tongue.." he groaned, lapping up my juices, "you love it when I fucking eat you..huh? Fucking slut.." he smirked and dove back in.
I rolled my eyes back, moaning his name over and over as if it was a prayer. Hearing my loud moans only spurred him on. He sucked my clit into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it as he curled his fingers inside me to hit that spot over and over. The sight of me coming undone was driving him crazy with desire, "that's it baby..cum.." he growled.
"TOM!" I screamed, my pussy clamping viciously onto his fingers as my orgasm crashed down. "Jesus.." he muttered. He watched me fall apart, my back arching off the bed, my breasts bouncing slightly. He pulled his fingers out, sucking them clean.
As I sighed and laid back he chuckled darkly, "you think I'm done..? Done with this pretty pussy already?" He kicked off his own pants and boxers, his hard cock springing free. It bobbed as he crawled closer, leaning down and kissing my neck roughly, trailing open mouthed kisses. He bit and suck marks onto my skin as he positioned himself between my thighs.
He moved from my neck to my lips, kissing me passionately. Our lips moved against each others desperately, my hands resting on his face. I let out a shuddered gasp against his lips as he entered me.
He pushed into me slowly, his thick length stretching me wide. He groaned deeply, feeling my tightness envelop him. "God damn it..I love this pussy... so addicted.." he began to move, pulling out almost all the way before slamming back in, setting a brutal pace. "Take it baby..take all of it.." he murmured against my lips.
We made out aggressively as his cock pounded in and out of me, he swallowed all of my moans, whispering dirty words against my lips. He kept kissing me fiercly, his tongue dominating me mouth as his hips snapped forward brutally.
"Such a good girl..taking my cock so well.." he gripped my hair tightly, angling my head to deepen the kiss further as he fucked me mercilessly. He migrated his lips back to my neck, leaving dark purple hickeys everywhere, claiming me as his.
His pace quickened at my loud moans. His cock jackhammered into me repeatedly, the bed shaking with each thrust. "Jesus.." he smirked against my neck, "you're so loud..do you have any idea how sexy you look getting railed?" his dirty talk only increased my moans.
He growled and wrapped his arms around my thighs, pulling my legs higher against his chest, changing the angle. He slammed into me even harder, hitting that spot inside me that made me see stars. "Like that baby..? You like how fucking hard you're taking me..?" he smirked, kissing me roughly again.
I felt my orgasm build up quickly with how his tip kept hitting my cervix, his shaft continously rubbing against my g spot. He could tell I was getting close by how my pussy clenched around him urgently. He quickened the pace and slid his hand down in between our bodies to rub my clit. He rubbed it in tight, fast circles, "you're so close baby..so wet for me.." he groaned against my lips, hitting all the right spots.
After one last hard thrust my orgasm hit me like a train, I screamed out his name just like before and gasped, my legs trembling as my orgasm washed over me. Feeling my pussy clamp down on him like a vice, Tom lost control. He roared my name as he came hard inside me, his hot seed filling me. His body shook with the intensity of his release as he continued to grind against me, milking every drop.
"Fuck.." he collapsed beside me, both our chests heaving as we tried to calm down from the mind blowing orgasms we just had. "Jesus christ.." I sighed. He chuckled breathlessly, "yeah that was fucking intense.." he slowly pulled out.
He looked down at me, panting heavily. "You okay beautiful..?" he smiled softly, a kind of fondess I'd never seen from him. I nodded softly and rolled onto his chest, closing my eyes.
