hey! I love your blog and the writing’s are great and super fluffy and so cute AHHH. Could you please write a fic in which peter and the reader have been friends for a long time and when they finally go to Liz;s party peter confesses his feelings for the reader and could you make it super fluffy? THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR RUNNING THIS BLOG!
a/n - i’m so sorry if this fic seems rushed i went back and forth so many times with different ideas and hopefully it turned out okay :) thank you so much for all the love, don’t forget to request a peter parker/spider-man fic if you’d like!
The bass of the speakers boomed around the house as I poured some soda for Michelle and I. The continuous chatter of teenagers was the only sound I could hear from the music, almost running around the kitchen to collect snacks. I gathered a plate and was ready to share with Michelle, but she seemed to have a piece of toast in her hand, spreading butter on it.
“Where’d you find that?” I asked, eating a pretzel.
“Second cabinet from the left.” She answered, turning to me. “Want a bite?”
“No thanks.” I took a step back, chuckling. She shrugged and continued to eat the bread, taking a sip of her soda. We both continued to talk with one another until we heard Flash’s voice echo off the walls.
“When I say Penis, you say Parker!” He yelled into the microphone, attempting to start the mediocre chant that got really old after five minutes. But, in an unfortunate way, it let me know that Peter arrived. I headed to the door to look for him, catching him in a heartbeat.
“I’m stabbing at the thoughts only to see what’s bleeding while I’m tripping acid and you’re tripping mushrooms.”- The Wrong Way
“You and your friends feel free and you’re way too cool for me and you do drugs now and all your problems run so deep”- Taking My Uzi to the Gym
“I keep asking questions I will never know the answers to”- The Winds
“It’s okay to give up ‘cause nobody here could care less”- So Sick We’re Dead
“We are so dishonest with ourselves”- So Sick We’re Dead
“Keep yourself distant and remote, unhappy and alone”- So Sick We’re Dead
“Times were pretty good before they started to unwind”- Silver Shinbone (Bucket Song)
“Believe me I’ve tried, and what I found
Was what we have is nowhere near as good as what we should have by now”- Not Yet
“I’m fine, I’m alright, but I will never let it go”- Somebody Else
“I have no idea what you’re going through so I won’t act like I do”- Somebody Else
“If I tell you all my secrets will you tell me all your lies?”- Pale Beneath the Tan (Squeeze)
“He said no one’s going to listen until you mean every word you say”- Pale Beneath the Tan (Squeeze)
“We keep saying we’re unhappy and they keep saying that we’re fine”- Pale Beneath the Tan (Squeeze)
“Everything you’re feeling is common even though you’ve never felt so alone”- Rhode Island
“She says you gotta promise not to break no matter how far you are bent”- Rhode Island
“I wanna be stronger than your dad was for your mom”- Santa Monica
“If you need a little sunshine you can borrow some of mine. It’s okay if you’re unhappy, I would say before I leave her,
just take a look around there’s no one here that’s happy either”- Lonely Eyes
“If for some reason, you don’t feel like talking, I would just sit and enjoy your company”- Lonely Eyes
“Stop asking questions and learn to accept that the things that we have right now are the best things we’ve had yet”- Molly
“In this moment, I was pretty pleased with the person I was pretending to be”- Summer Shandy
“Well I’m staring at unfamiliar ceiling and I should leave ‘cause everybody here is tripping some new drug, except for me. WHY?! ‘Cause I don’t have the money”- More Than It Hurts You
“I am alone only half of the time, the other half I am only hiding”- Legit Tattoo Gun
“There’s a voice in the back of my head in the back of my head, says, ‘let 'em be just let them be happy.’”-Legit Tattoo Gun
“Whenever I’m alone or feeling lonely
I pretend I can play the drums
Inside my head”- Legit Tattoo Gun
“I need to stop playing out relationships
inside of my head because every one of my memories is filled with shit you never even said.”- If You’re Happy
“I’m scared I’m gonna die as lonely as I feel right now”- Lipstick Covered Magnet
“And this is only a cry for help, you said watch me fade away.”- If You’re Happy
“Today we could do something we would’ve never done before”- Jim Bogart
“Hey, Sweetheart, where’d you get those eyes? You think that I could have a pair?”- Just as Big, Twice as Swollen
“I should hug my friends more than I do”- The Distance That I Fell
“All the kids I used to spend my time with but now can’t stand seem to be dying”- The Bells
“She’ll go to church and pray to god one day but is she getting into heaven? There is no fucking way”- Carry Me Down the Street
“The end of the world makes me nervous because I, for one, have not found god yet or someone to fall in love with, rob a bank, shoot a cop with”- The Cops
“Don’t ask questions, keep your head down, learn your lessons, 'cause no one with money ever goes to jail”- Current Events
“Only the strong survive and that is only the biggest lie”- Current Events
“I shaved my head last night to start anew in a chapter I call without you and it’s going to be the best I’ve ever written”- Current Events
“Sometimes you get sad when we’re together because you’re not sure if you’ll miss me when I’m gone”- Everything I Own
“I get these strange phone calls at night with no one on the other side”- Flying Model Rockets
“I’m always focusing on the wrong things and then the wrong things become everything, I don’t know what I’m gonna do I don’t know what I’m gonna do about anything”- HELP
“She is begging you not to cut your hair 'cause curly hair don’t look good cut short”- Hooped Earings
“She’s coming over because it’s better than being alone”- I Think Your Nose is Bleeding
“Well I’m not going to sit here and deny what I think I felt”- I Think Your Nose is Bleeding
“I’ll stop writing the book because the book, I realized, was boring”- I Wrote a Book
“I just want this to mean something to anybody even if they don’t know who I am”- Swear To God The Devil Made Me Do It
“It’s a shame the bad habits are the hardest ones to break”- Swear To God The Devil Made Me Do It
“I will stop cutting my pants into shorts, I will address the issues I cannot ignore, I will do the things that I think you might like, and I will be alone probably the rest of my life”- Swimming Pool
“I have been thinking about letting my hair grow, I have been thinking about cutting it short, I have been thinking about dying it yellow, but I don’t think I have the bone structure or wardrobe to support that type of look”- More Than It Hurts You
Peter and Y/N can’t get their hands off of each other at school and end up having a make out session in the janitor’s closet.
Make out session! What a surprise…
A/N: I originally wrote this as Life Changing Part 4 but somehow I wanted this to be this to be a oneshot too but… Idk. I made it both. It’s a continuation of Life Changing but you can read it without the other parts, too. So… yeah. Enjoy! :)
Making my way through the overcrowded hallway, I could already see Peter and Ned standing next to Peter’s locker and walked towards them.
A smile crept on my face, thinking about this makeout session from last week before I reached them.
“Morning, boys.”, I greeted them, my hand reaching out to take Peter’s to interwine our fingers. While Ned had greeted me with a tired “Hey, Y/N.” Peter gave me a huge smile and planted a kiss on my lips.
“Aww, you guys are cute. It’s almost disgusting.”, Ned chuckled and made a face, causing me to laugh.
“You’re just jealous that you don’t have such a beautiful girlfriend.”, Peter replied proudly, releasing my hand to put his arm around my shoulder and pressing me into his warm side. Slowly I felt the blood rushing to my cheeks and turned my head to smile at my boyfriend.
“At least I’m not the one being so mushy all the time.”, Ned shot back playfully, while we were heading to our first class.
I saw Peter roll his eyes, quietly groaning in annoyance before he took my hand again.
Chemics was boring. Also, I was too dumb for this… Peter wouldn’t talk to me during class, his eyes glued to the teacher. I couldn’t help but stare at him, admiring him and his interest in school. It was hard to understand what was going on in his head.
Slowly, my hand roamed over the table to take Peter’s left hand and pull it towards me. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Peter looking at me briefly but he turned back when I started playing with his fingers. My fingertips brushed over his soft hand, drawing lines over his palm and fingers. Pushing his sweater up his forearm, I freed his wrist to draw on it too. A sun, a flower, a house, a heart.
“You’re distracting me.”, he whispered softly without looking at me and continued making notes.
“That’s the plan.”, I responded quietly and saw the corner of his mouth slightly go upwards.
Still getting no attention from Peter, I let go of his hands and placed my hand on his knee. “Don’t.”, he mumbled, his jaw clenching as I tightened my grib. With a smug grin on my face I started caressing his tigh, making him shift around on his chair.
His left hand went under the table to take my hand away, placing it on the table and holding it firmly. His hand was warm, almost hot, filling me up with warmth like always.
I freed my hand again, holding his with my other hand before my right hand disappeared under the table again. This time I put my hand on the inside of his tigh, my thumb rubbing against the rough material. He tensed up visibly when my hand wandered closer to him before he finally looked at me. My hand stopped as soon as I saw his dark eyes staring into mine, this usual cute, innocent expression not being there anymore.
“I can’t… concentrate.”, he breathed out shakily and took my hand again, this time interwining our fingers.
His face was flushed and he ran his fingers nervously through the locks on his forehead. Being satisfied with this flustered version of Peter, I quit teasing him.
It wasn’t very long until the bell rang and I quickly stood up, innocently smiling at Peter. “See you later, Peter.”, I chuckled before ruffling his hair and leaving the class room to get to my next class.
English. Even more boring than chemics At least I was able to understand something but it was still boring as hell. Time didn’t seem to pass while I tried to participate but my mind always went back to Peter.
After the bell finally rang, I put my books in my locker before walking over to Peter’s. I could already see him stand in front of the locker and Ned was nowhere to be seen. Approaching Peter from behind, I covered his eyes and whispered “Guess who?” In his ear before pressing a kiss on his neck.
“It’s Ned! Who else would it be?”, he answered sarcastically before closing his locker and turning around to look at me. “Maybe your gorgeous girlfriend.”, I laughed playfully, throwing my hair back with a swift move.
He chuckled softly but then we were silently facing each other before he nervously spoke up, “Why did you touch me in the middle of class?”
“I was bored.”, I simply said with a sly smile on my lips, my hand brushing over his arm. “B-But you can’t… just… touch me like that in public”, he claimed, stuttering and watching me with a flustered expression.
“Why not?”, I chuckled, stepping closer to him so that our faces were a few inches apart.
“It m-makes me… want to kiss you.”, he admitted quietly, his breath hitting my face gently. “You’re my boyfriend. You can kiss me whenever you want.”, I whispered back before pecking his lips briefly.
“But I really want to kiss you. Like really… like last week! And we’re at school… that’s…”, he stumbled over his words before I interrupted him, “…not a problem. Follow me.”
Grabbing his hand, I pulled him with me around the corner and he realised that I was heading for the janitor’s closet. “Oh, no. He’ll catch us.”, Peter objected but let me push him inside after I checked the hallway for anyone paying attention to us.
I closed the door behind us before I noticed Peter being extremely tensed, looking at me in shock. “Relax, Petey.”, I teased him, my hands wandering over his arms to his neck. “Ugh, don’t call me that.”, he mumbled in annoyance, the dimmed light making his eyes look even darker. “I don’t want to be late for class.”, he mumbled, his eyes already closed before he took a deep breath and suddenly wrapped his arms around my waist to pull me closer.
Our lips collided shortly after, so hard that we both groaned but neither of us cared. He breathed in loudly when my hands went up to the back of his neck, drawing circles through his strands. Our wet lips moved together perfectly even though our noses kept getting in the way.
His hands grabbed my waist tightly, pulling me against him over and over again but we couldn’t get any closer. I moaned loadly when he bit my lip rather harshly and he pulled back in shock but I only pushed myself forward, pressing him against the cupboard and making him groan.
When our lips met again, Peter’s grib tightened and seconds later he pushed his tongue between my lips before our tongues touched. Both of us moaned while our hands were constantly wandering of each others body, not being able to touch something else.
His hands stopped at my hips, his fingers nervously fiddling with the hem of my shirt. “Ugh, Peter, just touch me!”, I mumbled against his lips, impatiently putting his hands under my shirt and on my stomach. His hands were extremely warm and my body would’ve heated up if my skin wasn’t already on fire.
“You’re so soft.”, Peter moaned while his hands continued stroking my abdomen and my sides before I realised that this was the first time that he was actually touching my lower body with his bare hands. That was why he was so nervous…
“Peter!”, I gasped when he turned us, harshly pushing me against the wall next to the cupboard. With his hot body pressing against me and the cold wall against my back, I moaned again when Peter’s lips withdrawed and placed themselves on my neck.
“Aunt May won’t interrupt me now…”, he mentioned quietly, his breath causing a tingling feeling.
My hands ran through his hair over and over again while he made my flesh crawl, working his wet lips on the sensitive skin under my ear.
I moaned again, rather loudly this time, letting my head fall onto his shoulder when his teeth grazed over my skin.
Mindlessly pulling on his hair, he groaned before he slightly tugged down my shirt over my right shoulder to suck on my collar bone.
“Peter, wait…”, I started and he pulled himself back, causing me to whine at the loss of his contact. “Hmm?”, he raised his eyebrows. “Did I do something wrong?”
“No… GOD NO. It’s just… we should get back.”, I pointed out and Peter’s only reaction was the cute pout on his lips.
“But we’re having so much fun!”, he objected, his lips stayed apart while he looked at me.
“What happened to my innocent school boy?”, I gasped dramatically, making him chuckle.
His lips attached themselves to the left side of my neck this time, peppering it with kisses. “Puperty. I guess it’s the fucking hormones!”, he mumbled in annoyance, his cursing shocking me. He never cursed!
I slightly pushed him away from me, instantly missing the feeling of his wet lips against my skin. “Honestly, Peter, as much as I love making out with you in the janitor’s closet… we should go to class.”
“Yeah, you’re right.”, he mumbled but pressed his lips on mine again.
After I straightened my shirt, I noticed Peter’s hair sticking out in every direction and I tried to fix it before we left the closet, slowly opening the door and closing it again.
The hallway was even more crowded then it was before and now a few pupils turned their heads to look at us, confused expressions facing us.
A look at Peter told me that he was uncomfortable, his cheeks blushing while he was nervously avoiding eye contact. It was like something had clipped in his head and was now the shy, innocent boy again.
I grabbed his hand, interwining our fingers, and grinned at him. He smiled back after he looked up from the ground, looking around almost proudly.
I small giggle escaped my lips before Ned suddenly ran towards us and stood in front of us.
“Where we’re you guys? I’ve been looking everywhere for you…”, Ned panted and Peter and I only exchanged a look before Peter cockily answered, “Well, you didn’t.”
Ned rolled his eyes before his gaze stuck on my neck, his eyes widening. “You didn’t?!”, he gasped as my hand shot up to my neck, covering it awkwardly. “Yeah, we did.”, Peter exclaimed proudly and I hit his chest playfully.
He gave me one of his loving smiles before we started to go to our next class.
“Way to go, bro!”, I heard Ned whisper to Peter, who just grinned even wider, his teeth grazing over his still swollen lips that I wanted to kiss again so badly.
You were born with a blood alcohol level of .03. So was everyone else in the state. When your grandfather dies, his friends and family say it was for the best; his freezer was empty of venison and he was down to his last Miller.
Once, you make the mistake of saying you don’t really like cheese. They threaten you with banishment. Even they don’t know if they’re joking.
A few years ago, you knew a kid who liked Brett Favre. You haven’t seen him for quite sometime, but the glint in Aaron Rodgers’ eye makes you wonder.
Everyone’s family, including yours, has land “up north”. No one’s quite sure where. You go there every summer anyway, and seem to leave a piece of yourself behind.
Every winter, you pray for summer. Every winter is colder than the last. You can’t remember being warm. The snow is 4 feet deep and you start the trek to school. It’s physically impossible to put on more layers. Your neighbors go down south. They don’t return.
You can hear the echoes of summerfest and country USA for weeks after. Everyone says they’re the out-of-towners who got separated from their groups, singing the last song they heard performed.
Point Place, Wisconsin isn’t a real city. It doesn’t matter. No one believes you. If you go through Kenosha, you can almost see the pot leaf on the water tower. But it isn’t really there. Neither are you.
You’ve never actually been on a dairy farm but you can tell how many cows there are from the smell. You are very protective of the dairy industry and don’t know why. The cows must be happy, you say. But what is your happiness to the cows?
Your head shot up upon hearing the familiar voice. His hands were behind his back and his expression was calm, too calm. The corner of his mouth twitched into a smirk as he watched the tears slide down your cheeks.
“Jimin! Oh, Jimin! Thank god,” you cry out in relief, you watched as he slowly walked toward you. “Untie me, please…”
His hands move to his sides and you can see a glint of metal in the light. A knife. It was at this point that you could tell, Jimin was not on your side. You gulped, slightly whimpering as he bent down to your eye level.
“Glad we can finally have some time to ourselves,” he whispers.
“Where’s Jungkook?” You ask, avoiding all eye contact with Jimin.
Jimin scowls at you and stands up. Crossing his arms, he leans against the table that you had just now taken notice.
“It’s always ‘Jungkook this’ and ‘Jungkook that’! When are you going to pay attention to me, Jimin, the one you actually love?” He yelled, making you nearly jump out of your skin. You had never seen him so unstable. Even when you were together, he never lashed out on you like this.
“I don’t love you, Jimin! You don’t love me either!” you say, trying to seem confident. It honestly scared the shit out of you that you were locked in a room with a fuming Jimin, who also has a knife.
He laughs and shakes his head, “If I didn’t love you, why would I still be here?”
You bite your lip, controlling yourself before you start yelling and potentially getting yourself into trouble. “If you love me then why did you cheat?”
He blinks, staring at you with an unreadable expression. It seemed like he was processing what you said, but he knew exactly what you meant.
Jimin shrugs, “I got bored.”
“So if i got bored and cheated on you with Jungkook, it would be okay?” You pry, still not understanding him whatsoever.
His hand slams down on the table, making you jump. He was literally seething by just the mention of Jungkook, “Stop saying his god damn name!”
Jimin walks over to you, knife in hand, and slowly presses the cold metal against your thigh. You whimpered as you felt it dig into your skin, causing blood to slip out of the small slit he made. This was only the beginning, little did you know, Jimin planned on scarring you mentally and physically.
“I’m sorry Jimin..!” you cry, trying to pull away from him, causing him to laugh.
“Oh (Y/N), you’ve always been so ignorant,” he shakes his head and pulls the knife away from your skin. You let out a breath that you hadn’t even realized you were holding.
“So, did you know?” Jimin softly asks, moving his hand further up your thigh. Your heart was pounding, and you were scared it was going to leap out of your chest.
“K-know what?” you ask, trying to keep your voice as still as possible. He raised an eyebrow, hand sliding further up your body.
“The mafia of course,” he says, picking the knife back up, slowly trailing a finger over the blade. He accidentally drew blood but as far as you could see, he didn’t even flinch.
“I found out yesterday…” you answer, sighing as Jimin pulls away.
“Hm… Well what did he tell you?” he asks, grabbing your arm and pressing the blade down into the skin.
“N-nothing..!” You quickly reply, whimpering as you felt the pinch of the skin breaking.
“I don’t believe you (Y/N)!” He cooed, dragging the blade across your skin. You cried out and tried to move but you were tied down to the chair, making it impossible to move.
“He only t-told me who’s involved! I don’t know anything else!” You yelped as he dragged the blade over your skin again. He seemed to enjoy this too much, cutting the skin without much thought. Tears streamed down your cheeks as you continued to feel the pinching sensation of the skin breaking. As he continued to cut it, the less you felt. They weren’t that deep, but it still hurt like hell.
Blood trailed down your arm as he slightly giggled, watching your hands clench and release, “Someone’s mad.“
“I fucking hate you Jimin!” You yell directly in his face.
“Oh..?” He pulls away, “(Y/N) is getting an attitude with me?” He laughs and cuts your thigh before you can even react. It was deep, and it hurt worse than the many small cuts on your left arm.
“Oh (Y/N). You are NOT to raise your voice at me.” Another cut.
“You are NOT to be a smartass with me.” One more.
“And you are NOT to mention Jungkook.” A deeper cut.
“Understand that (Y/N)?“
You whimper and quickly nod your head, “Y-yes Jimin.”
“What the fuck do you mean she’s not down there?” Jungkook asked, shooting up from his chair.
“I checked every room Jungkook, she’s not here,” Yoongi said, biting his lip. Jungkook was extremely hostile when angered and all of the boys quickly took notice.
“Cameras. Check them.” He orders and runs down to the control/camera room with Yoongi and Hoseok.
“Where’s Jimin?” Yoongi asks while running down the hall. “Not sure,” Hoseok replies, bursting into the room. He and Jungkook quickly check the hall cameras for the basement and get a shock when they see (Y/N) walk into the bathroom.
Jungkook’s eyebrows furrow, “Rewind it.” Hoseok rewinds the video and reveals (Y/N) being carried down the hallway by someone with bright orange hair. The only ones who have strange colored hair are Jimin and Yoongi.
Yoongi’s is a mint green and Jimin’s is orange.
“Orange hair… Jimin!” Jungkook’s hand slams down onto the table, causing Hoseok to jump and for Yoongi to slightly flinch from the sudden outburst from Jungkook.
“Where do you think they went?” Yoongi asks, in disbelief that it was actually Jimin.
“I don’t know. But when I find out, I’m going to beat Park Jimin to death with my own two hands,” Jungkook said.
Summary : Sometimes, Bruce likes to think about all the things he loves about you, just as a reminder that you’re the best thing that ever happened to him.
I hope this silly and short fic will cheer you up. If it doesn’t, sorry, I tried. I just felt suddenly inspired, while I’m in the doctor’s waiting room, and so wrote this…Wrote it on my phone, sorry if there’s any terrible mistakes. Anyway, here :
There was things Bruce loved about you. A lot of things.
Whenever he felt sad, a bit under the weather, or if you two got into an argument…He would make a list of said things, often forgetting three quarters of all the reasons why he fell in love with you, all the reasons why, even after years of marriage, he was still head over heels for you, crazy about you and everything you did (even annoying him). Because, there really was A LOT of things he loved about you, listing them all in one sitting was impossible.
Yes, Bruce Wayne really enjoyed making lists about why you were so awesome, it often helped him cope with things (a boring meeting at Wayne Enterprise : list. Kidnapped by a villain and trying to resist torture : the thought of you, and the list would help him go through it).
And today, as you were lying on a hospital bed, hooked to machines that helped you breathe, he definitely needed to make a list…However, for the first time since he fell for you, it wasn’t really helping. On the contrary, slowly, as he was looking at your broken body on the bed, cursing the man who didn’t check his blind spot well enough and who cut you off while you were riding your motorcycle full speed on the freeway, he felt like this list was going to be the end of him…Because, if he lost all of those things he loved so much about you, how could he go on ? And yet, he kept listing it in his head, even though the thought of losing them, losing you, was unbearable.
1. He loves the way you always wear odd socks.
The first time he noticed, it was in your apartment, at the beginning of your relationship, as you were both chilling together on your couch. You had one red sock, and a black one.
The second time he noticed, he was tearing your clothes off and throwing you on his bed. You had one green sock, and a striped grey/blue one.
The third time he noticed, it was at the Manor. Alfred had just clean the entire house, and ordered every guests to take their shoes off…It was during a party Bruce was throwing, and it was very funny to see the richest people in Gotham take their shoes off, impressed and intimidated by Bruce Wayne’s butler. Most women were bare feet, as they had heels on, and others just had normal socks on. And then there were you, a yellow and black striped sock, like a bee, and a sock with little platypus on it. Very classy.
The fourth time he noticed, he asked you about it, and your answer made him chuckle :
-Life’s too short for matching socks. Like, I have better things to do alright ?
-…You’ve been binge watching Friends for the past three hours.
-Exactly my point.
The smile you gave him at that moment made him melt, and he hasn’t been able to stop himself from kissing you passionately. Oh damn he loved you, you and your odd socks.
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Anon Request: Hello! Okay so I don’t know if anyone wrote an imagine about that but here’s the deal: A Tom Holland x reader where Reader is Tom’s gf and she’s watching him perform live at Lip Sync Battle and they get freaky right after the show while he’s still wearing his costume because Reader finds him extremely sexy so yeah! Thank you much! And if you don’t write smut it’s all good! Have a nice day xx
(Y/N) had heard of a show called Lip Sync Battle before, but she’d never really watched it. Sure she saw John Krasinski’s hilarious interpretation of “Proud Mary” as well as Channing Tatum’s Beyonce impersonation, but those were just isolate incidents of hilarity, right? She sat between Harrison and Harry, who had come out to see Tom’s performance, and couldn’t help the laughter that came over her as she watched both Tom’s and Zendaya’s interactions with one another throughout their songs, but there was little she or anyone else in the audience could do to prepare themselves for the closing performance of the night. (Y/N) stifled a giggle as she watched her boyfriend enter the stage in a suspiciously large suit and start swinging around an umbrella to one of their favorite musicals. She thought it was cute, but there was no way “Singing in the Rain” was going to beat Zendaya’s Bruno Mars performance. (Y/N) ignored the competition part of the show and payed attention to Tom’s movements as he swung around the prop light pole only to disappear behind the set. Suddenly, the piano music cut off and shifted to more of a modern day feel. (Y/N) turned toward Harry and Harrison and the three of them exchanged looks of confusion only to hear Rihanna’s voice flood over the speakers and a the crowd erupt into loud screams and cheers. The three quickly turned back in time to see Tom jump back out onto stage in a black leather leotard and pantyhose with frilly wrist gauntlets and a full face of makeup on. “Oh shit!” “What the hell?” and “Fuck me!” escaped the mouths of the three people Tom brought with him to the show tonight as he grinned lightly against the umbrella he held in front of him before backing up into the crowd of dancers and joining in their routine: popping his hips to the side and pulling the umbrella parallel over his head before squatting and separating his knees as if air humping the prop. He continued to swing his hips in circles and body roll before he threw the umbrella between his legs and popped his ass out repeatedly.
(Y/N) could hardly contain herself as he spread his legs as far as he could, squatted down, and then rotate his pelvis for the crowd. She couldn’t help the tears streaming down her face from laughter as Tom continued over toward Zendaya to grind against her, but the thing that captured (Y/N) most was when he made his way back to the center of the stage during the song’s bridge, building up for the last chorus. As soon as the rain glistened off the leather surrounding Tom’s package, she was soaked. Tom hit his knees and started to throw his head in circles before slapping against the water that had pooled up and rising again to complete the song and then fall on his back. Slowly, (Y/N) managed to slip away from her seat without Harrison or Harry noticing. She dipped and ducked around backstage until she made her way to Tom’s dressing room. Her heart was pounding in her chest as the television mounted on the wall displayed in real-time what was happening on stage. her heart beat faster and faster the closer the number in the corner of the screen counting down got to zero. (Y/N) paced around the room, trying to find the best place to wait for him, debating on whether to strip naked already or not. Before she could make a decision, the door knob started to turn and she quickly jumped on the side the door opened on and hid behind it as Tom entered. Just as she had hoped, he was still dressed in his soaking wet faux leather leotard. She slipped around the door as he closed it and quickly turned the lock. “(Y/N)?” Tom called with an excited and shocked expression on his face. “How did you get-” He was cut short of finishing his sentence when she shoved her lips against his violently. He didn’t waste time questioning what was happening. Instead, he dropped the prop umbrella and stretched his muscular bare arms around her body, clutching tightly at her ass and leaving scratched along her back. The wet lipstick on his lips quickly smeared across each of their faces as he slipped his tongue into her mouth and then sucked hers into his, biting down as she tried to pull out.
Tom shoved his hand down the front of her shorts, not hesitating to push his fingers into her longingly quivering lips. “You’re so wet,” he breathed against her ear as his three middle fingers swirled within her. She pulled against the leather trousers that clung to his bulging cock and realized his outfit came in two pieces rather than one. She slipped her dominant hand down the front of his pants and gripped his dick, rigorously pumping her hand along his length. Tom groaned under her touch and started to push the tips of his fingers across her clit, causing her to whimper under his touch.
“Tom,” she moaned. The hand gripping his cock started to shake and her momentum slowed down as her hips twisted against his body, begging for more than just his fingers.
He smirked devilishly as her power over her body subsided, leaving him in complete control. As soon as he knew she was his and that she wasn’t going to put up a struggle for dominance, he shoved her onto the couch and tore her shorts from her body without bothering to unbutton them. Tom pulled her back up from the couch to tease her, sliding his hands along her waist and then up her thighs as he slowly lowered himself into a squat. Soon, his hot breath panted against her stomach and his front teeth pinched her skin as the tugged against her black lace thong. Once he had her thong on the ground, Tom shoved her back onto the couch and took her knees in each of his hands before forcing her legs apart. He pressed his lips along her legs, leaving hickies dotted across the inside of her thighs before his lips finally collided with her opening.
He was slow at first, knowing that once he got her going, there would be no way to savor the moment they were in. The smallest part of his tongue slipped back and forth over her clit and (Y/N) arched her back in an attempt to raise her hips to beg him for more. Immediately, Tom pulled himself back and thrust his face into hers. “Fuck, babe,” he huffed, “I know you remember my rules.” She could smell herself in his breath as he licked his lips, his normally caring eyes calloused into what she called his ‘hard fucking’ eyes. Whenever she had seen this crazed look of necessary lust in Tom’s, she knew he meant business. Normally Tom was very attentive in bed. He liked to please and normally only had rough sex when (Y/N) told him to bend her over the bed and ‘fuck me like you mean it,’ but one night, she teased him so much to the point that he tapped into this other side of him and she realized just how much he was holding back. (Y/N) tried to peck her lips against Tom’s before he went back to eating her out, but her failed attempt further unleashed his dominance. She knew his rules inside and out, but it didn’t stop her from breaking them. Whenever she did something that could be considered ‘asserting dominance,’ he would counteract her move with something even more irresistible, therefore, her attempt to give him a light kiss lead to him sliding his fingers inside of her and crashing his lips onto hers, sucking and biting her lips and tongue until the sensation between her legs was too much to handle and her moaned into his mouth. She could still remember the night he became this sex monstrosity of her dreams and the way he delivered his rules to her. Even thinking about them now got her going even more.
(Y/N) had wanted to introduce a little role playing to their sex life and decided that having him handcuff her and bend her over would be an easy transition but a strange sense of exhilaration came over him as he realized the meaning behind what she was having him do to her. Tom knew that (Y/N)’s greatest fear was her own vulnerability so letting him have complete control over her body like this only showed the true degree of trust she had in him. Somehow she found herself on her knees with Tom tying his ties into tight box knots around her wrists to the top of the bed frame. Her back was arched and her head hung down as her arms were stretched out above her and Tom made his way behind her. Slowly, his shoved his hard-on inside her and slapped her ass.
“You’re going to be good for me, aren’t you?” he began. “You’re going to stay still, no matter how hard it is. Once you start moaning, you’re going to moan my fucking name louder and louder as you get closer to cumming. You’re not going to distract me by touching me,” each time he listed another rule, he slapped her ass harder and made his thrusts deeper. “If you break my rules, I will make you cum and then we will start over.”
(Y/N) leaned back on the couch as Tom hovered over her. His eyes were fierce and the bore against her bare chest. His head dropped and he immediately started sucking on her tits, nibbling at her nipples just enough to cause a tingling pain but not enough to make the mistake of getting smacked in the head again.
“How many times do I have to tell you not to break my rules?” Tom asked her as he put her legs on his shoulders and gripped her love handles so hard she knew she’d be bruised within the hour. His cock traveled into her in long, quick, violent thrusts and he repeatedly hit her sweet spot she reached forward to grab his perfectly toned chest only to have her hands swatted away and his thrusts to quicken. His thighs slapped against her ass with each thrust and a quick pulse echoed through the room, matching the throbbing in her vagina as she tried to constrict herself around him. “And now that’s three,” he sighed at her before flipping her over and pounding his thick cock into her until she bit into her arm to keep herself from screaming, saving herself even more humiliation of confronting Harry and Harrison who were no doubt wondering what was taking Tom so long to change. Tom stared at her ass as it bounced against him and looked into the mirror he had bent her over in front of to see her breasts smacking into the other.
“F-fucking shit, Tom!” she yelled before releasing everything she had pent up onto him. He looked over her naked body as she slumped against the chair he was fucking her over and smirked at himself. “What?” she asked as they each caught their breath. “You owe me three more tonight,” he muttered against her hot and sweaty skin.
“Your brothers and Harrison are staying with you tonight,” she protested.
“Then maybe you’ll follow my rules those times,” Tom smirked at her as they slipped back into their clothes. They hurried to dress and leave before causing too much of a hold up for his brother and Harrison only to find the pair impatiently waiting for them in the parking lot.
“What took you so long?” they grumbled as Tom and (Y/N) walked past them. He gave her ass quick squeezed before slapped it as she walked toward his car and turned back to the other guys with the pride of conquest in his eyes.