running tom

  • Peter: Don't say a word!
  • Wade: ....fergalicious.
  • Peter: I said no words!
  • Wade: Oh, I see how it is. Two weeks ago, playing Scrabble, it wasn't a word, but now it is. How convenient for you.
  • Wade: In Scooby Doo, secret tunnels are always behind shelves and shit.
  • Peter: Could we not base our decisions on what does and doesn’t happen in episodes of Scooby Doo, damn it!
repercussions : ceo!tom imagine {part ii}

{ part i here }

request: yes omg thank you for all the feedback and requests for a part ii 

wc: 2.1k

warnings: nsfw, language

author’s note: this was shorter than part i but bear with me because part iii is already planned out and by far going to be the best..feedback is appreciated :)


Previously…

“What happened to Sir? It seemed to be a pretty common thing tumbling from those pretty lips of yours last night.” He had a habit of cutting you off today. You rolled your eyes again, irritated with his attitude. He stood in front of you, your arms crossed in front of your chest, hand still holding your purse. He reached forward and took the purse from your hand, making you protest, but he shushed you. You groaned and went and stood by his desk, further away from him. He set your purse down on a table near the door and made his way over to you, adjusting the cuffs of his button up.

“Listen, I’m serious, Tom. I quit. Why the fuck wouldn’t you have said anything as soon as I mentioned it this morning? I’m not going to start a job this way,” you huffed, arms still crossed. Without a word, Tom walked over to you, eyes never leaving yours. As he got closer, you felt your heart speed up. He was wearing the same cologne he wore the night before, a scent that drove you to intoxication. You tried to push away the thoughts of inhaling that while your head was buried in his neck while he pounded into you the night before. Once he got to you, he leaned forward and pressed his hands to either side of the desk, entrapping you beneath him.

“I should’ve said something this morning, you’re right. But that doesn’t change anything,” he argued. It was hard to focus on everything he was saying since he was still hovering above you.

“I-I don’t care, we shouldn’t do this, it’s w-wrong.”

“Darling, the only thing that’s wrong right now is all the thoughts running through my mind about fucking you against this desk until you decide to stay.”


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