Defiance
Pairing: Tom Ludlow x F!Reader
Tags: nsfw, 18+
Warnings: f!orgasm denied, semi-public sex
Word count: 1,0 k
Summary: You and Tom have sexy time amidst the law enforcement awards ceremony.
As you both walked along the wall in the big hall, Tom's fingers traced the contours of your dress, skimming over the fabric with a tantalizing touch. You couldn't help but giggle as you playfully waved his hand away.
"You are under arrest for wearing such a sexy dress," he hissed urgently. With a strong grip, Tom lifted you off your feet, your arms remained firmly pressed against your body as he guided you into a dark corner, your legs dangling between his.
"Tom!" you exclaimed in surprise, caught off guard as he swept you into his embrace, a laugh bubbling up from you in response. His large hands sought to possess you, while his lips fervently caressed the tender skin of your neck. Drawing you closer, his fingers traced your hair, pulling you into a tight embrace, a surge of adrenaline coursing through you at the risk of being caught. A soft giggle escaped you, trying to resist his boldness.
"Tom, stop, they can hea —" your words trailing off as he silenced your protestations with a daring kiss. Despite the fear prickling your senses, desire surged within you.
Tom broke away from your swollen lips, a smirk playing on his own as he teased, "Then you should keep quiet." His lips resumed their journey over your skin, leaving a trail of sloppy marks. His hands tightened around your hips, threatening to lift the bottom of your dress. But you resisted, seizing his wrist and attempting to push it down, defiance flickering in your eyes as you met his gaze. Tom's expression turned even more determined. "Disobedience and resistance to a police officer is punishable," his voice low and commanding.
His hand boldly further, slipping into the back of your panties as his fingers dug into your supple flesh, eliciting a gasp from your lips.
"Tom, the awards ceremony is about to start," you reminded him with a hint of urgency, attempting to regain control of the situation. Tom's diligent hands continued to explore your skin, his lips making fiery kisses.
"No worries, we're gonna have a quickie," Tom murmured, his voice huskily with need.
You continued to resist, but he couldn't tolerate it. With a sudden force, he spun you around, causing you to gasp in surprise.
Almost as if mimicking a detention, he deftly seized your right hand with one hand and pinned it behind your back. Simultaneously, he lightly spread your legs apart and pressed you against the wall. His authoritative grip exerted just enough force to guide your head aside, pressing your cheek against the hard surface. You felt the broad expanse of his chest pressing against your back. Amidst the fabric of your delicate dress, you keenly felt the metal buckle of his utility belt, the weight of his firearm holstered at his waist, and of course, his hardness.
His hot breath tickled your ear as he whispered, "You don't want me up there with a boner, do you?" he asked, a smirk playing on his lips. With a swift motion, he grabbed the delicate elastic band of your panties and pulled it down, exposing your bare skin, stealing your breath away.
"I don’t… but..." You attempted to protest, but his wide, warm hand stroking over your wet folds caused you to forget what exactly you wanted to say. A shiver ran down your spine as pleasure surged through you, and only a moan escaped from your lips, surrendering to his touch.
"...so wet for me," his voice grew more insistent. As he unzipped his fly, you instinctively arched up, offering him better access.
"Good girl," he praised as he teased, his tip along your clit, pausing at your eager entrance. With one confident movement, Tom penetrated you, setting a fast and intense pace that elicited soft moans from your lips, syncing with his ragged breaths. His hands firmly gripped your hips, his fingers digging into your skin as your bottom collided more forcefully against his firm hips. As your hand reached between your folds, craving stimulation, he quickly grabbed it and pinned it behind your back once again.
"Nah, no touching yourself. You're being punished," His movements quickened until you felt his warm liquid fill you.
"Fuck," he growled deeply, his manhood twitched inside you.
Frustration and desire intertwined as you felt hollow inside, yearning to be stuffed by his thick shaft again. He turned you around to face him, his touch gentle as he deftly adjusted your panties, straightened your dress, and tidied your hair. As he kissed you once again, leaving you breathless, each motion of his hands inflamed a fresh wave of desire, rendering you unable to break away from him. You yearned to continue, feeling the dampness of your panties from the mixture of your juices and his release, your pussy throbbing with need.
"While I'm being awarded, I'll be thinking about that you're my needy slutty," he said as he zipped up his fly. Tom's gaze locked with yours as he continued, "And tonight, when we return home, I'll have you screaming my name in pleasure, making you cum so many times that you'll plead for mercy," he vowed before his hand cradled your chin, pulling you into a fervent kiss.
"Can't wait," you breathed out
He glanced at you with a flicker in his eyes, but then his expression shifted to seriousness as he stood at attention. "How do I look?"
You paused to appraise him, smoothing his tie with a gentle touch before offering a reassuring smile. "You look absolutely perfect," you replied softly.
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