Requested by bethanyharrisonx: Tom catches Y/N reading a smut fanfiction where Tom is a 'Dom', but she doesn't notice him watching her and he doesn't make himself known. He catches a glimpse of the name and goes upstairs to look at it himself. He starts feeling insecure that he isn't pleasing Y/N in the way that she wants to be pleased, and so the next day, he starts acting more dominant towards her.

I sat on the sofa, my eyes growing tired as I flicked through social media on my laptop. Suddenly, I got an idea. I bit my lip and looked over the back of the sofa to make sure that Tom was still upstairs before turning back around and opening Wattpad. I smirked to myself as I flicked through the books that I had saved. More specifically, the smut books. About my boyfriend. Because, yes, I read smut about my boyfriend. That wasn't a reflection on our sex life or anything, it was just nice to escape for a while and read about certain sexual endeavours that I was far too afraid to ask Tom to try. And so, I'd read smut instead. My eyes flicked over the books, one particular chapter catching my attention. The words "Dom Tom" jumped out at me, giving me a pretty good indication of what it was going to be about. And I was there for it. I clicked onto it, a small smirk on my lips as I started to read the smut.

Tom's P.O.V

Tom puffed out, his hands closing his laptop as he finished work for the day. He stretched out and squeezed his eyes shut, a small yawn leaving his thin lips as he stood up.

"Darling? Where are you?" he called out as he went in search of his girlfriend. He wandered down the stairs and smiled to himself as Y/N was sat on the sofa in front of the stairs, her back facing him as she looked at her laptop. He walked up behind her before slowing down as he saw what she was looking at. His eyes widened. His gaze flicked over the words "Dom Tom *SMUT*", his eyes widening further. His own girlfriend was reading smut about him, and she was reading smut about him dominating her. He gulped and squinted at the screen, making sure not to alert her to his presence as he took a mental log of what it was called. He crept backwards and made sure not to make any noise as he headed back upstairs. He bit his lip, his mind starting to worry as he headed into their home office and opened up his laptop again. He quickly got up Wattpad and typed in the name of the book before clicking onto the chapter. He started to read, his eyes widening at how graphic it was. This dominant side of him was something else. He gulped, his heart starting to thud as he read the smut. Was this really what Y/N wanted him to be? He didn't exactly have a problem with it, but the Tom in this smut was as far from the truth as possible, and it was making the boy start to doubt how well he was really pleasing his girlfriend. The pair of them didn't tend to do what was being written about, he never lightly choked her or pinned her against a wall before fucking her harshly. When they had sex, it was sweet, passionate slow, and Tom had thought that he'd always done the job. Maybe he had been wrong. His eyes wavered, his mind starting to formulate a plan and figure out what he was going to do tomorrow.

Y/N's P.O.V

I sat in the kitchen, scrolling through my phone and having my morning coffee as I waited for Tom to get up. As if on cue he walked in, making me look up and give him a small smile.

"Morning, Tommy." I greeted him.

"You sleep okay, love?" He asked as he gently placed his hand against my neck and made me look up at him. My eyes widened slightly at the action.

"Yeah...did you? You feeling okay?" I chuckled slowly.

"I feel amazing." He smirked before leaning down and smashing our lips together. My eyes widened but I returned the kiss, Tom's hand still around my neck as we kissed. He broke it, making me look at him as he pecked my lips before letting me go. My mouth slowly fell open, my eyes wandering as I tried to figure out what the fuck that was. I enjoyed it, it was a completely different side to Tom and one that I did enjoy given how dominant his action was, but I was very confused by it and why he was doing it. I bit my lip and looked over my shoulder at my boyfriend, my heart starting to thump as I got the feeling that today was going to be an odd one.

I walked around the house, my body only clad in my underwear as I looked for my clothes.

"Tommy, have you seen my top? You know, the stripey one?" I mumbled, making him look up at me as I walked into the living room. His eyes widened.

"Fuck me, darling, what have I done to deserve this?" He smirked, making me playfully roll my eyes at him as his eyes skimmed up and down my body from the sofa.

"Apart from being your usual sexy self? Nothing, I just can't find anything that I want to wear." I chuckled as I walked past him. I didn't get far though as he grabbed my hips as I passed, a squeal leaving my lips as he pulled me down to sit on his lap. I looked at him with wide eyes. He'd been doing this all day, pulling little dominating stunts on me. It'd started with the neck grab and kiss this morning, had continued with him pinning me against the wall when I'd jokingly talked back to him, and now there was this. I couldn't say that I didn't absolutely love this side of Tom, but I couldn't put my finger on why he was doing it, especially now. I had to figure it out.

"Tommy, I am trying to get dressed, you know." I chuckled as he leant in and started to kiss my neck.

"Why, angel? You look fucking delicious right now." He smirked against my skin, making me return it and bite my lip.

"No, come on, I doubt that you want the neighbours seeing me like this." I teased as I climbed off of his lap.

"Good point. I'll have to punish you if that happens." He continued to flirt. I smirked and shook my head, the space in between my legs tingling but my mind very confused at his words as I grabbed my top and left the room.

Tom and I lay in bed, our lips joined and our hands roaming over each other's bodies as we made out. Tom deepened the kiss, making me smirk into it as he slipped his tongue into my mouth and rolled us over so that he was on top and was pinning me down.

"Fuck, Tommy." I breathed against his lips, his smirk widening as he leant down and started to kiss my neck. His hand leant up and wrapped around my neck again, making my eyes open as his other hand took my wrists and pinned them above my head. It felt amazing, but it wasn't my Tom.

"Tommy." I spoke, my eyes fluttering shut at how amazing his lips felt against my skin.

"Yes, angel?" He hummed, my eyes shooting open again as he started to jut his hips against mine.

"Tom, stop, fuck." I gulped as I pulled my wrists out of his grip and gently pushed on his chest.

"What's wrong?" He mumbled.

"What's wrong? You've been acting really weirdly all day. What's been up with you?" I scoffed. He sighed, his eyes wavering as he sat up and looked down at his hands. I gulped, my eyes glued to him as I sat up next to him.

"Come on, Tommy, talk to me." I encouraged. He sighed and looked at me.

"I saw you reading that smut yesterday." He admitted quietly. My eyes widened, my cheeks heating up immensely at the confession. My boyfriend had caught me...reading SMUT...about him. It didn't get much worse than this.

"What?" I gulped. He nodded and looked at me.

"Yeah. I saw you reading one about me being really dominant. And, I don't know, it just made me feel kind of insecure about if I actually manage to please you, especially if you're reading smut about me. So, I figured that maybe if I was more dominant, you'd prefer that." He nodded. My eyes wavered at his words.

"Oh, Tommy." I sighed as I scooted closer to him on the bed and put my arm over his shoulder. He returned my sigh and gave me a small smile as his hand landed on my thigh.

"I'm so sorry that I made you feel like that, I really didn't mean to make you feel that way. But please rest assured that just because you're not dominant twenty-four-seven doesn't mean that you fail to please me." I shook my head. He sighed again and looked at me.

"I love you, Tom, I always will. And I love you because you're you. I love you because you constantly ask if I'm okay during sex, you constantly kiss me gently, you'd rather make passionate love to me than fuck me into next week. And I love you for those things. Just because you're not dominant doesn't mean you don't please me. You always please me, you please me more than anyone else ever could. Sex with you is amazing because we love each other. It has nothing to do with how dominant you are." I reassured. He chuckled and nodded as he bit his lip.

"Thank you, darling, it's good to hear that. God, I'm so stupid for getting so in my head, aren't I?" He smiled and shook his head.

"No, Tommy, you're not stupid at all." I replied as I gently took his face into my hand. He looked at me.

"I love you, darling. So much." He mumbled.

"I love you too, Tommy. Without you being dominant." I smiled, making him smirk and shake his head as he leant in to kiss me. I returned it, my hands holding his face as we kissed. I broke it and looked at him, him returning the glance as I gulped. I leant in and joined our lips again, making him smile as he gently pushed me back onto the bed and hovered over me. He pulled the covers over our bodies, the white sheets surrounding us as we started to make out slowly. And that was exactly why I loved Tom. The kiss was slow and passionate, his lips pressing gently to mine as his hand caressed my thigh and held it against his waist. His lips moved down to my neck and started to leave soft kisses against my skin, my eyes fluttering shut and a breath leaving my lips as I pushed his sweatpants down and his hands pulled my underwear down. He leant up and joined our lips again, my hands curling around his neck to pull him closer. We breathed into each other's mouths, my eyes closing again as he slowly pushed into me.

"Tommy." I moaned quietly as he bottomed out.

"Fuck, love, you feel amazing." He mumbled as his head dropped to my neck again. He slowly pulled out before gently pushing back in, quiet gasps and moans leaving my lips as he made love to me. Because that's what this was. He wasn't fucking me, he wasn't even having sex with me, no. He was showing me that he loved me through his gentle thrusts and touches. It was almost as if he was afraid that if he was any harsher, he'd hurt me. But I liked him being gentle. He continued to slowly thrust into me, quiet sighs and moans leaving our lips as my hands held his head into my neck and his hands gently caressed my body. I bit my lip, my head lulling back as the knot was steadily building up in my stomach.

"I love you so much, babe. I love you so much." He grunted into my neck.

"I love you too, Tommy. Don't stop, this feels amazing." I encouraged, making him nod as he continued to thrust into me. He started to speed up slightly, telling me that he was getting closer, though not ruining the mood by going too quickly. I gently took his face into my hands and pressed our lips together, him returning it as he slipped his tongue into my mouth.

"Fuck, love, I'm there." He choked into my mouth, his thrusts continuing as the warm feeling entered me. I squeezed my eyes shut, a small moan also leaving my lips as the knot broke and my orgasm washed over me, gentle waves of pleasure flowing through me as my legs shook. I breathed out, Tom also panting slightly as he pulled out of me and rolled off of me. I bit my lip and smiled at him, him returning the look as he curled his arm around my waist and pulled me into his body as I rested my head and hand on his chest.

"See? Normal sex pleasures me enough, Tommy. I'd take that a thousand times over you being dominant and changing who you are to please me." I shook my head. He smiled and bit his lip at me.

"Thank you, angel. That means the world to me." He nodded before leaning down and joining our lips again.