12 Days of S/T Smut
From goldenminij17. As she herself says in the opening notes, “stupidly M [-rated].” But also hot. Very very hot. :)
He smirked. “Don’t go all shy on me Sybil. Who was it that dreamed up this fantasy in the first place?”
She blushed deeply, trying not to smile; she knew he was right. She had dreamt of this once, them having sex in her parents room. a naughty fantasy which she had shared with Tom one night. Then it clicked in her mind.
"You planned this, didn’t you?" she accused, an eyebrow raised. He just winked, his wolfish grin returning and he began to kiss around her mouth again. She caught his lips, her tongue grazing them to seek entrance. He took this as a firm yes.
Tom bent her over on her hands and knees, rubbing his palms over her cheeks before slapping them both, eliciting a gasp from her; the slight sting sent a warmth over her lower body and a tingle up her spine. She shuddered, her hips bucking back, brushing against him as he continued his delicious stroking of her backside.
"You’re so lovely." he murmured, leaning forward to kiss her shoulder, her neck, her ear - any flesh that he could devour. She brought her bottom lip between her teeth as she moaned, knowing that at any moment his kisses would begin to leave marks. And they did. She released her lip with a sigh as he bit down on her neck. He nibbled lightly, but persistently, therefore leaving small red marks from ear to shoulder. Up and down he went, continuing this circuit 3 times more before whispering,
"Will you be good today?"
She didn’t hear him, she just whimpered when he stopped and her hand came out to grab at his hair, to pull him back, the pure need was just too much. She couldn’t, she wouldn’t be left in the lurch.
"No!" He dodged her hand, pulling back to catch and restrain her wrist before wrapping his arm around her front, trapping her free arm beneath it and ensuring that she wouldn’t escape. Her heart beat rose with anticipation and she wet her lip before pouting; she enjoyed playing the part just as much as Tom. He tutted playfully, shaking his head. His lips were right by her ear, his grasp tightened and he made sure that enough weight was on top of her to tell her that she wasn’t going anywhere. She whined again, moving against him to try and break free.
"Obviously not." he tutted again before whispering. "Whatever shall I do to make you behave?"
"Please Tom, I’ll be good," she pleaded, "I swear I’ll behave."
He loosened his hold and she turned to him, pouting prettily. She didn’t need to as he knew that she would, at some point, ‘misbehave’.