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The morning was quick to promptly charge you off of your feet, and then pitch you down into the depths of hell. Your head was pounding when you finally unlatched your eyes from one another, running your tongue over your dry lips as the taste of dried spit flooded your mouth. Your hair clung to your dampened neck like a spider to it's web, holding you there in an uncomfortable battle to break free from each strand. As you began to lift yourself upright, a harsh groan came from beneath you, your palms vibrating at the noise. You looked down, seeing Tom uncomfortably fighting to break off from the pressure of his chest. You'd slept like that all night?

An occasional 'shit' or mumbled 'sorry' rolled off your tongue as you shifted beneath the sheets, landing on your hip beside Tom. Your body suddenly ran cold as the realisation that the heating wasn't on was quick to bite you in the bum. A cold shiver plunged down your spine, making your hairs stand on end as the neglected side of the bed tugged away all of your heat selfishly.

"Morning" Tom grumbled under his breath, rolling over to you and tightly wrapping an arm over your torso, forcefully connecting your bodies together. You winced lightly, feeling the sudden rush to your head. You almost struck Tom in the chin as your hand flew to the location of the pain, feeling the butterflies stitches popping open slowly. "Tom, I think it's bleeding" you uttered as you felt a warm liquid coat your fingers. Tom's eyes shot open quickly, looking up through the sheets to your forehead. Your breath caught itself in your throat as his pupils widened and the sheets flew away from his body, landing harshly on the ground. Your legs were shifted from the mattress as his hands flew underneath you, body flying everywhere as you were lifted off the bed, being carried rather unsteadily by a breathy Tom to the bathroom.

"Jeez Tom don't move too fast" you mellowed sarcastically as he sat you down on the toilet seat, the cold biting down harshly on your bare skin making you jump. As Tom moved to run through the medical cupboard, you caught a glimce of yourself in the mirror. The wave of sarcasm and joyfulness was washed away and replaced with pure fear. Lying face down all night was a mistake, as now all the blood that could have been re circulating around your body had come straight for the open gap and seeped down your face. The sticky fluid was dried amongst your cheek bones, eye lashes and some replacing the old dried wound on your lip. You looked like you'd been in a fight with a bear... And lost.

When Tom saw your face, a rush of panic filled his body. He'd be lying if he said he'd never seen so much blood, but when it was one someone that he cared for it was different. He couldn't handle Harrison getting a paper cut, never mind... You. Quickly pulling out a rag and some more stitches, he ran the small towel under the hot tap before kneeling before you, neglecting the harsh burn on his own skin. His brown doe eyes filled with complete worry and compassion. Your mind was spinning just thinking about the imagine that was now forever imprinted on your mind.

"Tom I-"

"No, just shut up and sit still" Tom instructed, however the slight shake in his voice put you off slightly. You nodded, swallowing back your voice as the hot towel came into contact with your sore skin, soaking through every mark and scratch that was imprinted on you. The towel went from a stainless white, to a blushed out pink, and now to a washed out red. How much was there? All the while Tom was focusing on your skin, you were hooked on his eyes. The way he looked at you, at times catching your line of sight as his hands continued to travel around your face before stopping, and then returning to another spot. How was something so illogical, meaningless, senseless... Becoming something with so much passion, need, desire? At the start of this ordeal you knew you'd hit a bump in the road, but this was more like a pot hole. Emotions were slammed out on the table, and every glance, look, movement and word that left each of your bodies was like being struck with an adrenaline needle just to be tied down with steel chains.

"There" Tom swallowed, throwing the rag into the sink before pulling off the old stitches and replacing them with new ones. Tom placed his warm hand on your bare leg, gently pushing down the sticky strips with his finger tips, sending shivers running along the down side of your neck. It had only been so many hours, maybe even a day, but it felt like years since Tom had touched you. Despite the pain and constant fear of bleeding out again, you needed him. You also needed a cigarette, so win win.

Tom pulled slowly to remove his hand, but stopped when you caught him, pulling his palm back to your leg. He looked at you with shy eyes for a second, before you took your other hand and slowly pulled his arm to your abdomen, taking his fingers and slipping them on the rear rim of your shorts. Despite being hesitant, you could see the lust burning in Tom's eyes, and it only fired you up even more.

"Darling, we can't-"

"You can't, but I need this" you shushed him slowly, keeping his hand in place as you slid down off the toilet seat, hands still locked until your bodies collided. "I was stupid to think I could go without you" you swallowed, hollowing your lips to his shoulder as he began to slowly take control of the grip on your briefs. He allowed a subdued yet radiant sigh to leave his gentle lips as he felt the lust oozing off of your conscious.

"Baby, I don't wanna play too rough" he teased, urging you on as you knelled down around him, your bare skin touching the cold bathroom floor. You're actions were meaningless to some, but to Tom it was driving him into torment. Just the thought of you needing this had him erect in seconds. His free hand slipped against your stomach slowly, while his other made it's final debue into your underwear, his cold thumb brushing against your clit. From what he had learned, he knew your buttons, but some he was learning how to take the reins. You were sometimes a violent lover, and it drove him crazy in all the best ways.

"Because what, your scared of breaking me?" you snapped after a long breath, lifting your head off his shoulder and staring at him head on, capturing his eyes in your stare as you leaned into his forehead. "Fucking try me" you dared. A harsh breath left Tom's lips before your faces collided in an endless battle of dominance over a heated kiss. His fingers began moving at a quicker pace as your arms rested against his shoulder blades. He truly was like nicotine, sweet and so powerful. Your fingers teasingly laced them self in his unruly curls, tugging gently at the defined locks as his tongue fondled your bottom lip, asking for immediate entrance. But he'd have to wait.

You pulled away from the sloppy kiss, having shared saliva dripping down your chin. Tom looked fuddled for a second, until your hands securely grabbed the rim of his shirt and pulled it over his head. Tom was quick to catch on before you stopped him yet again, pushing his chest back onto the bathroom floor. A whimper left his lips as his skin struck the harsh tiles, sending a burning chill up his spine.

"You have no idea what you do to me" he lulled making you smirk, leaning down slowly and connecting your swollen lips with his chest. Tom gripped your chin, pulling it to face him, leaving the cold to attack the dampness on his skin where you tongue had decorated. "I do that to you?" you cocked your brow, your hands blindly making their way to his member which was trying so desperately to escape from the cotton prison. Tom swallowed, before capturing your body between his legs and flipping you over to he was hovering above you, allowing himself to take complete control.

"Sex on the bathroom floor, god Y/N" he sniggered, placing a gentle yet follow on kiss on your forehead, tracing small feathered snaps down your cheek and leisurely to your breasts. You bit the inside of your lip as you felt his hand venture dangerously close to your left breast under your shirt, teasing the under side of it before clasping your nipple harshly between his fingers. A loud moan left your lips, which drove Tom's adrenaline sky high. A rave of confidence suddenly shot through him, like the bugle sounding at the beginning of a race, or the gun shot in a stand off. Soon enough you could feel Tom roughly grinding against your core, your juices soaking through your underwear.

Fingers traced harshly down Tom's back, leaving red and sore marks of pride which you knew Tom loved to admire when you weren't looking. It gave him a sense of mastery and leadership over someone he had control over, and yet he didn't hesitate once at the thought of being the dominee. Your nails slid over every inch of him, from the tense muscles at his shoulders, to the blades that stuck out underneath. Eventually, your hands grasped onto the back of his sweats, urging them down and over his perfect ass. It was common for a man to admire a woman's ass, but you seriously had a thing for Tom's. It was more exemplary than your own.

"Baby i-if we keep this up i-i'm gonna cum in my sweats" Tom let out a staggered moan, his lips sinking down into your skin. You tilted your head to the side slowly, allowing him more access to your skin that for some reason, you wanted him to damage. You wanted hickeys, bruises, scratch marks, teeth marks, wounds, red splotches, the lot. You wanted everyone to see what Tom was capable of doing to you.

"Wouldn't you rather let go inside me?" you mocked, nipping down on the lifeless skin of his ear. Tom detached his lips from your skin, sitting up hastily above you and ripping down his sweats, the frontal part already dimming from his excitement. "I took the pill" you informed as he leaned back over you, now completely exposed and yet an inch of your clothing had yet to be removed.

"Such a good girl" he praised, making your heart race. Praising admittedly was one of your kinks, but Tom was yet to find that out. "Strip for me, love" he commanded, making your breath hitch. Emotions were out in the air, and everything was coming together, now just for the main event.

After getting to your feet, Tom sat himself down on the toilet seat, the bathroom having been reasonably large had it's benefits. You looked over your shoulder daringly as you turned your back, seeing Tom with his shaft in hand, slowly pumping himself as he watched your figure slowly reveal itself. You bent over longingly, slowly ragging down your shorts, followed by your underwear. You could have sworn you saw his member twitch as your lower half came into sight. He was eager, that was for sure.

Discarding your clothing to the wall, you lifted your shirt over your head before spinning around and revealing yourself to him. Tom's teeth were quick to harrow into his bottom lip, the skin turning a fresh white as he chewed hostilely. He brought his head quickly, beckoning you to come closer, which you followed to. You'd never been so embarrassed and pumped in your life, sauntering over to Tom like your life was about to change. The demons inside your head were screaming that Tom was judging you, and even the slightest wrong look had you questioning whether you thought what Tom was thinking.

"Your so fucking gorgeous" Tom smirked as you placed your hands on his shoulders, leaning over him. You came to eye level with him, allowing your pupils to examine his face before stopping. Did he mean it?

"I'm not fucking you on the toilet seat, Holland" you giggled, taking his hand and leading him back into the bedroom. Tom stumbled slowly, finding it extremely hard to walk, never mind run, with an erection. You jumped into the sheets like a giddy child, waiting for Tom to come to you. And when he did, all heaven broke loose.

Admittedly, sex is a scary thing and if it isn't done properly it can hurt. But with Tom, a thought as such never crossed your mind. You were both experienced and knew what you were doing, and as far as such he had treated you like a woman.

"Your practically leaking" Tom's voice made you jump as he crawled over your body slowly. You smiled, capturing his lips in a heated kiss as he began to pump his member softly, saving the pleasure for being inside you. Slowly, you felt his tip begin to flow into your entrance, pushing the folds to the side. Your hands gripped his shoulders tightly, relaxing him slightly before you moved to his back. You'd missed this.

There was no oxygen shared between you as Tom slowly allowed himself inside of you, the feeling of not being restricted by the condom driving him into Euphoria as he finally got the feel of you. Despite being a horny mess, you were extremely tight, which for you was a minor benefit as you got to feel every inch of Tom.

"Fuck, your tight love" Tom moaned, slowly parting your folds with his fingers as he edged into you. Your head flew back onto the pillow, neck exposed and hair sauntering off of your shoulders as your breathing hallowed. Tom watched your stomach rise and fall, the bareness of it sending pleasure right to his member. His hand came up slowly to caress your breast, taking away the slight pain of the dryness.

"O- Uh, Tom fuck me!" You yelled, begging for air as he finally filled you, allowing you to adjust as his member was coated in your juices before he slowly began to departure. He took it slow at first, nervous about hurting you as he knew if he went full out, he quit literally might break you. "God your so perfect" you whispered, hands driving his waist into you as he refused to pick up the pace.

"Tell me what you want, princess" Tom groaned, nipping at your neck harshly.

"Don't cum inside me" You lifted your head up, looking down waiting for him to list his head. As if on command, Tom gave you a confused look. "Just t-tell me when, and pull o-out ok?"

"I thought you wer-"

"I am, j-just trust m- Oh fuck!" your sentence was cut off as Tom found your sweet spot without even trying. You could feel the hot spurs of heat radiating off of you as sweat glistened on your forehead, Tom immediately picking up the pace as curiosity got the better of him.

"C-can I go faster?" Tom pleaded, his head falling onto your chest. You nodded, biting your lip. Tom grabbed your leg, bringing it to his shoulder as he began to pound colourlessly faster into your entrance, making you scream in pleasure as he filled you tightly. Your hands were quick to grip the bed sheets, the cotton scratching at your skin as you tugged endlessly harder trying to relieve some form of the pleasure.

As Tom picked up the new pace, it took you a while to adjust to the new rhythm, and the sound of the headboard bashing against the wall harshly. Tom's hands laced with your own, unhooking your fingers from the sheets and bringing them to the side of your head, squeezing tightly, his eyes shuttering closed as he thrust quickly, loosing control.

Your mind became a sudden blur, feeling tears fondle the lids of your eyes as the pain was slowly seeping through again. Tom's sweet moans began to fill your ears as the pleasure was pulling through for him and you knew he was getting close.

"S-should I pull out?" he asked breathlessly, yet kept the pace, the sound of skin hitting skin filling the room.

"A-are you c-close?" you asked, similarly trying to catch a piece of oxygen. Without warning, Tom forcefully pulled out of you, signally for you to do whatever it was you were planning. So, quickly, pushing him backwards, you leaned down between his legs and took his member into your mouth, coating his shaft in your hot saliva. He called your name countless times as he head was buried in the quilt.

"I'm g-gonna cum!" He finally yelled, back arching against the mattress, hair obstructing his eyes of sight, throat bobbing in pure ecstasy, legs twitching. He looked a mess and it made your stomach burn, eyes wondering to his face. Your lips stuck down as his tip was held against the back of your throat, sending his hot liquid coating your tongue. There was so much. Tom lay still for a moment, panting seamlessly and without rhythm. You allowed him to re gather himself before slowly pulling off of him, saliva and cum dripping down into his thighs.

Tom's stomach shook lightly from the staggered breaths as you sat up, brushing your hair off of your face and onto your back. You took a tissue from the side of the bed, wiping your mouth placidly before doing the same around Tom's stomach and legs. Toms head lifted from the mattress cautiously, sitting up and prompting himself on his arms. His body was quick to sit up, re drawing his legs beneath him and capturing your lips against his, slowly pushing your body down against the bed.

"T-Tom, what are you doing?" you asked between kisses. Tom gave a confused look; "Your not gonna finish?"

"I just did" you smiled gently, bringing his hand to your heat, allowing him to feel your juices leaking down your leg. "I just thought i'd focus on you for once" you pecked his nose lightly as his naked body settled against yours, nodding before resting his head on your chest. "How was the sudden change?" you asked with a smirk.

"Fucking amazing" he sighed contently as he felt your hands fall back into his hair. What you had pulled was a little trick you had learned back at the club, because no guy would turn down a blow job. It created an electric sensation was what you were told, as the sudden change is like starting all over again. But, Tom liked it, and that's all you cared about.

"How's your head?" Tom asked softly, placing a delicate kiss on your collarbone before lifting his body off of yours and cupping you in his arms.

"It's healing" you reassured him, completely captured in his eyes. "Now, about getting a pet, I was thinking a chinchilla?" you bit your bottom lip with a smile. Tom gave a smart grin, tilting his head slightly.

"You know, why not?"

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Really hope this chapter was ok? ☀️ I know they end a little suddenly, but on the side note tysm for reading!! 💞 Your amazing and so happy about how the book is doing!! 😁
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